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Last year, my time at Folsom East was cut short due to bad planning. I decided this year I would have a better time. A month before my next trip to New York City, I reactivated my Recon account and started chatting with leather guys.
One of the great things about Recon is that you can always see who is checking out your profile. I could see that one particular guy was checking me out very often. He was 42 years old, 5'9, hairy, and beefy. His profile also said he was very active in sports, 50 percent active and 50 percent passive, didn't own leather but was very much into guys who did. There wasn't much else there.
I sent him a message, "Hey there, I'm coming to NYC for Folsom East. I'm looking for a good cocksucker, bottom, and someone who will do as he is told while he's with me. I'm 32yo, 5'10, 155lbs, moderately hairy, 8 cut, very aggressive top, STD-free and HIV neg, and always play safe."
In a few minutes, I had a response. "Hey man, I love your pictures especially the ones with leather. I would love to meet you while you're here. Where are you staying?"
I responded with the hotel info, which was close to the street fair and Penn station. I also told him my cell number and asked if he texted. He said he did and sent me a message.
Over the next few weeks, we exchanges messages about what kind of play we liked and more pictures as well. I would order him at random to take a new dirty picture for me: sometimes while he was at work, at dinner, in bed, etc. He would do it every time going to a restroom or changing room when it was in public. He was doing a good job of entertaining me while we waited for our weekend.
I got more explicit with my orders and he did as he was told. That was a good sign and he seemed to be more submissive than his profile indicated – also a good sign. I had him tying his balls with rawhide, sniffing his dirty jocks, jerking his dick all night but would tell him to stop before he came, and pinching his nips. That last one was how I found out his dick responded to nipplay like nothing I've ever heard before. He told me it had his dick twitching every time and he came without permission one time. I told him to use a belt on his ass when that happened.
I learned so much from those photos. He had this round, muscular ass with a little bit of hair on it. He kept the front trimmed and his balls shaved. His dick was about seven and cut. There were cute cartoon tats on his ass and his chest.
He also showed me his interests through the pictures. One night while he was at the Eagle, he asked if he could show me something that was exciting him. I told he could and he sent a cell phone picture of a pumped cock pissing into a urinal.
I texted, "If he is still pissing, you're to ask him if you may drink it and blow him. If he isn't, you are to do the next guy. Have him take pictures with your phone and send to me." In a couple of minutes, my phone rang and it was his number.
"Hello?"
A man with a deep voice answered, "Hey man, your boy here sure likes my cock. He drank my piss without spilling a drop. Now he's sucking on my cockhead trying to get more down."
"Trying?" I laughed. "Can't he suck dick? Maybe he needs some encouragement."
"Yeah, he can suck but I'm thick enough to choke him. He could use a little help." I hear some movement and muffled gags. "Yeah, he just needed a firm hand and his throat stretched open. God! That feels good when my head pops down his throat."
My phone buzzed and I saw that a picture was coming in during the call. It was a down-angle view of my boy with a cockhead pointed into his mouth. The cock was about nine inches long but pumped to the thickness of a beer can. A stream of piss was jetting into my boy's mouth. Some more pictures came in: my boy nursing on his cockhead, another with him being shoved down on the shaft, and him buried to the guy's pubes and his face turning red.
"Ah, fuck! You really showed my boy how to swallow a big one."
"Yeah, I'm fucking his throat real good. Bitchboy is loving this cock. I can feel his throat milk my cock when I bury it all the way."
I was rock hard and stroking. I couldn't wait to use this boy and show him off when I got to New York. My phone buzzed again. The picture was the guy's cock wet with throat slime and my boy looking up a little dazed with tears in his eyes. But he looked like he was enjoying every minute of it.
"That's it, bitchboy. Tug on my big balls until I shoot. Feel how full those balls are. You're going to be wearing that fucking load soon. Argh!"
The guy must have shot his load all over my boy or down his throat. He moaned a long time. I heard him shuddering as he shot. There was a lot of panting. My phone buzzed again. This series of pictures were my boy with his face buried to the guy's pubes and cum dripping from the corners, my boy with his mouth open and the guy shooting all over his face, the guy wiping my boy's face and feeding his load to my boy, and my boy licking the guy's cock clean even as it's still sputtering more cum out.
"Thanks for the boy, man. I had a great time." And the guy hung up.
To be continued...