Waiting Can Be Rewarding
My clothes came off the moment the front door closed. Like a 16-year old k** who’s about to experience his first dick, my hand immediately started to stroke my rapidly stiffening dick while my other hand found the soft-yet-promising, yielding flesh of my lover’s dick.
Still excited about what we discussed a few hours previous, I squeezed his dick and pulled him closer, whispering breathlessly in his ear, “Did you clip your nails?”
A stern expression replaced the look of carnal pleasure that was beginning to dominate his facial features, and suddenly he was all business. “Get your ass in the bathroom and clean out. Don’t come out until your insides are squeaky clean! I mean CLEAN! And hurry up! I’m not going to be waiting on you all night!”
Sometimes, depending on the vibes bouncing back and forth between us, I love being the sub for my sexy, delicious man, even though my favorite thing in the world to do is to enter him from behind while he lies on his belly, wrapping my arms under him and holding him tight as I thrust all of my 8” into him, harder and more violent as I continue to fuck his sweet, tight hole, until I explode inside of him, filling his guts with my load. Sometimes, after I cum and ease my forearm’s pressure on his throat (he likes a little choking while he’s getting fucked), I’ll stay inside of I empty my bladder inside of him in addition to my jizz, giving him a rush with what is usually my methamphetamine-filled chem piss.
“Yessir! I promise!” And I meant it, too. We didn’t role play often, but when we did I became my role while we played. Especially when I was going to sub. And especially since he’s the one who introduced it this time. And ESPECIALLY since we were trying something so kinky, so forbidden, for the first time.
Well, that’s not quite true. No, I had never had anybody’s fist inside of me before. But he had shoved it inside someone halfway to his elbow before, and now he was going to give me the benefit of his experience, fucking me with his fist and arm. And he really likes doing it, too. I can’t wait!
I was finished douching within 20 minutes. It would have been 10, but I filled myself two extra times to ensure that the water came out as clean and pure as when it went in. Then a quick shower, but not using soap on anything other than my hole, which now seemed to be actually vibrating with anticipation. After the shower, I brushed my teeth, gave myself a once over through the mirror, and I was ready.
Approaching our bedroom door, I could already see by the quality of light coming from under it that only the lamp was turned on its lowest setting, and not the overhead or closet lights. I opened the door and saw him, naked, stretched out the bed, stroking himself as he browsed some of his favorite porn on the laptop. His hairless torso glowed in that light, his big pecs and very well-muscled arms showing off their power in stark relief, causing my breathing to momentarily stop, as usual. He was beautiful, lying there in our bed, waiting for me.
The term, “beautiful,” was very appropriate; an understatement, really. Half Black and half Japanese, a man of 41 years, he’s impossible to resist. His close-cut black hair framed the face of an angel. Big, deep brown eyes and plump, juicy, eminently kissable lips highlight his perfect, blemish free, youthful face.
His body more than fulfilled the promise made by his beautiful face. Even though I have been mostly a top throughout my life, his aforementioned arms and pecs always make me want to pull his strong arms around me, snuggling up tight against his body, his dick tantalizingly close to my hole. It belongs to him, whenever and wherever he wants it. Even though he’s an Adonis in my eyes (and in reality), my man is too shy to take it whenever he wants it. I wish that he would. This trait of his, however, is just another part of him that caused me to fall in love in the first place.
Looking at him lying there in our bed, my mouth starting to water, I was about to say, “I’m finished, sir. What can I do for you?” I didn’t get a chance to speak, as he said quickly, “Suck my dick now!” He then spread his legs and put his arms above his head, still viewing porn, and waited for me to comply with his order like a man who deserves to be worshipped.
Grinning, I happily dove into bed to obey his order, because he was a man who deserved to be worshipped, and I was determined to forever be the guy who could, and did, fill his every need
Still excited about what we discussed a few hours previous, I squeezed his dick and pulled him closer, whispering breathlessly in his ear, “Did you clip your nails?”
A stern expression replaced the look of carnal pleasure that was beginning to dominate his facial features, and suddenly he was all business. “Get your ass in the bathroom and clean out. Don’t come out until your insides are squeaky clean! I mean CLEAN! And hurry up! I’m not going to be waiting on you all night!”
Sometimes, depending on the vibes bouncing back and forth between us, I love being the sub for my sexy, delicious man, even though my favorite thing in the world to do is to enter him from behind while he lies on his belly, wrapping my arms under him and holding him tight as I thrust all of my 8” into him, harder and more violent as I continue to fuck his sweet, tight hole, until I explode inside of him, filling his guts with my load. Sometimes, after I cum and ease my forearm’s pressure on his throat (he likes a little choking while he’s getting fucked), I’ll stay inside of I empty my bladder inside of him in addition to my jizz, giving him a rush with what is usually my methamphetamine-filled chem piss.
“Yessir! I promise!” And I meant it, too. We didn’t role play often, but when we did I became my role while we played. Especially when I was going to sub. And especially since he’s the one who introduced it this time. And ESPECIALLY since we were trying something so kinky, so forbidden, for the first time.
Well, that’s not quite true. No, I had never had anybody’s fist inside of me before. But he had shoved it inside someone halfway to his elbow before, and now he was going to give me the benefit of his experience, fucking me with his fist and arm. And he really likes doing it, too. I can’t wait!
I was finished douching within 20 minutes. It would have been 10, but I filled myself two extra times to ensure that the water came out as clean and pure as when it went in. Then a quick shower, but not using soap on anything other than my hole, which now seemed to be actually vibrating with anticipation. After the shower, I brushed my teeth, gave myself a once over through the mirror, and I was ready.
Approaching our bedroom door, I could already see by the quality of light coming from under it that only the lamp was turned on its lowest setting, and not the overhead or closet lights. I opened the door and saw him, naked, stretched out the bed, stroking himself as he browsed some of his favorite porn on the laptop. His hairless torso glowed in that light, his big pecs and very well-muscled arms showing off their power in stark relief, causing my breathing to momentarily stop, as usual. He was beautiful, lying there in our bed, waiting for me.
The term, “beautiful,” was very appropriate; an understatement, really. Half Black and half Japanese, a man of 41 years, he’s impossible to resist. His close-cut black hair framed the face of an angel. Big, deep brown eyes and plump, juicy, eminently kissable lips highlight his perfect, blemish free, youthful face.
His body more than fulfilled the promise made by his beautiful face. Even though I have been mostly a top throughout my life, his aforementioned arms and pecs always make me want to pull his strong arms around me, snuggling up tight against his body, his dick tantalizingly close to my hole. It belongs to him, whenever and wherever he wants it. Even though he’s an Adonis in my eyes (and in reality), my man is too shy to take it whenever he wants it. I wish that he would. This trait of his, however, is just another part of him that caused me to fall in love in the first place.
Looking at him lying there in our bed, my mouth starting to water, I was about to say, “I’m finished, sir. What can I do for you?” I didn’t get a chance to speak, as he said quickly, “Suck my dick now!” He then spread his legs and put his arms above his head, still viewing porn, and waited for me to comply with his order like a man who deserves to be worshipped.
Grinning, I happily dove into bed to obey his order, because he was a man who deserved to be worshipped, and I was determined to forever be the guy who could, and did, fill his every need
2 years ago
