TwistedBBboy Posted February 28, 2011 Report Posted February 28, 2011 Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... If you follow my Twitter account you probably have some idea of how my Friday night was spent. I promised a full blow-by-blow here at the blog so here it is! As with any of my posts, if gay bareback raunchy perverted sex offends your sensibilities, then get the fuck out! ------------------ A week ago I received a check-in text from a submissive bottom that I've played with off and on for some time. He has a tendency to send me a message weekly, usually something along the lines of "How are you and that big cock doing, Sir? Need some service?" I tend to respond about half of the time. I find being ignored makes him even more needy and cockhungry. But last week I had a lot of built up tension, as well as a serious case of blue balls. The type of blue balls where despite jacking off three times a day your nuts still feel full and the only solution is to slam your raw cock deep in someone and empty them entirely. So, instead of trying to find a new bottom and risk him having fake pics or not being able to take a real fuck from a big cock (which happens too often), I responded and told him to keep his Friday night free. The rest of the week was spent exchanging texts with my bitch. He was excited, obviously. Not a day went by that he didn't ask me a dozen questions on what I wanted from him or what he could have on hand to please me. That's why I keep him around; he is very eager to please and when a hard cock is in the room his conservative demeanor changes into a submissive slut whose only goal is to please the man attached to the cock. I decided on Thursday to not jack off at all until I got up his ass. If I was going to slam fuck some sub bitch ass I wanted to make sure I left a mark and at least two giant loads. It wasn't easy keeping my hands to myself. And, of course, the minute my loads were spoken for my phone started blowing up with guys asking for a taste. Funny how that happens. Friday rolled around, I had barely slept because my nuts were churning and I couldn't help but think about all the nasty shit I was going to do to this guy. I had a late appointment that day that ran over so I didn't end up at his place until two hours later than I had planned. To say that I was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. Normally he leaves his door unlocked and I find him on his knees in the foyer holding a cocktail and a smile. This time I told him to wait for me in his living room in the same position. I always chose to play with him at his place because given the nature of our sessions there was always clean-up to be considered and I'd rather him just lick my cock clean on my way out the door than deal with that issue at my own house. I parked outside of his building and let myself in. I made sure the door locked behind me, I certainly didn't need anyone sneaking in and being emotionally scarred by what I had planned. I haven't really had a conversation with this guy, despite having cum in his ass dozens of times. Having looked around his house a few times I've gathered that he is a former frat boy, appears to have a child, divorced and deceptively straight. Last time I bred his ass he admitted that he had a girlfriend who was actually his fiance. I didn't care. He is also a BIG porn collector. I'd reckon he has every major bareback porn made in the past twenty years. Everyime I enter his house the first thing I hear is grunts and groans coming from every room because each TV has a different bareback porn playing. He knows what I like and tends to always have the living room big screen playing a Treasure Island Media video. Today was no different. I walked through the house like I owned the place, finally emerging in his living room. As ordered he was on his knees in a jockstrap holding a glass of straight bourbon in one hand and a new bottle of unopened poppers in the other. He is a handsome man, in his mid-thirties, slightly shorter than me at 5'11", football player build with a nice meaty ass. I'd never seen his cock and never will. He is just a couple of holes. I approached him and stood a foot away, grabbing the drink from his hand and taking a swig. His eyes were locked on my crotch where my already hard cock was making a very noticeable bulge. He was hungry and I had just what he needed. I set the glass on the table to my right and grabbed his face, jamming it into my crotch, hard. He moaned immediately and started sniffing like a pig. "Yeah, you like the way my crotch smells. Don't you, bitch?" I jammed his head harder as he muffled out a exasperated, "Yes, Sir." I loosened my grip on his head and looked down on him. Despite being over a decade older than me with at least 40 lbs on me, he was on his knees like a needy bitch. I was here to dominate him, regardless of age, size or weight. I had the big cock, he had the holes. He knew this without having to be told. I gave him a quick nod, signaling that he was now allowed to start undressing me. He always did this with such devotion and respect. He unzipped my boots gently, then removed my socks. Before he progressed he stooped down and kissed my feet while I rubbed my dick through the denim of my jeans. Then he stood up and began to unbutton my shirt quickly. He never made eye contact, he knew that he was below me and therefore kept his eyes averted, more often than not staring at my crotch. Once my shirt was fully unbuttoned he removed it gently, buttoned it back up and folded it, setting it aside. Soon I was standing in just my jeans and the red jockstrap I had donned for the occassion. He resumed his position at my feet and started to remove my belt. I grabbed the drink he had made me and took another swig. The whiskey burned as it went down, fueling my mentality and getting me loosened up for what was coming. He pulled my jeans off, leaving me in just my jockstrap which was strained to its limits trying to contain my nine inch uncut cock. He did the same thing with my jeans as he did with my shirt, folding them neatly and placing them a safe distance from the action. What a good little pig. Back on his knees, he placed his nose back in my crotch and took a very deep inhale, taking in the smell of my dick and sweaty balls. I rubbed the back of his head as he snorted, my little pig for the evening. He looked back up toward me, asking for permission to finally release my monster cock. I nodded again. He pulled the pouch on my jockstrap to the side and my cock sprung out freely, slapping him across the cheek. As the fresh air hit my dick it hardened even more. A dollop of precum had already formed at the tip and he had spotted it before I had. His eyes were ablaze with cockhungry selfishness. I knew what he needed. "Open your mouth." I growled. He did as told and opened wide. I lined my cock up and shoved it in deep, making him gag. At the same time I pushed against the back of his head. His eyes bulged and I felt his throat start to constrict as I forced my dick right on his gag reflex. I love that sound; when a cocksucker starts to gag. That look on their face when they know they are being chocked by a huge cock and have no option but to let it happen. I guess I should've told him to take a big breath. A split second later I let him loose. He coughed and sputtered as soon as my cock was dislodged from his mouth. His eyes had teared up but within seconds he was back at it, lapping at my cock, licking it from base to tip and all around. I grabbed the back of his head again and told him to open up. He did again but this time he looked more determined. He was staring straight at my cock with lust. I slammed back into his mouth, just like I was planning to do to his ass. Most guys couldn't handle this amount of rough skull fucking so quickly in a session, if at all. But I knew my slut and he could handle it. This time I felt only the tiniest of resistance when I hit his throat. He swallowed and my full nine inch length slid in to the base. I moaned in approval and held it deep for a couple of seconds before pulling out quickly. He didn't choke or cough this time. I slapped his cheek lightly but still with enough force to show I wasn't being too sweet and said, "Good boy," before moving around him to the couch. I sat down so that I could see the porn and gestured for him to come service me. My cock was still wet from his mouth and I noticed the rest of the poppers he had ordered for me sitting on the cushion next to me. My dick throbbed as I watched him crawl on his hands and knees toward me, while the image of Brad McGuire railing some raw manhole played behind him. This was going to be a good night. ------------- Stay tuned guys. Two loads get blown next! More...
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