This is a work of fiction.
Copyright reserved by Wilde, 2019. JERRY PAYS A VISIT
I was idly browsing through Scruff one evening, more out of curiosity than horniness, when I got a message from a tall, slim, black dude who looked to be around 30, named Jerry. He unlocked his private pics and asked to see mine. Since I'll unlock for almost anybody, Jerry had them two seconds later.
One of the things I love about sexual attraction is its unpredictability. That's why I don't really have a "type." Big men, small men, slim men, men with a few extra pounds, men of color or very little color, and lately, trans men, will sometimes make me want to get them naked and messy.
What all these different kinds of men have in common is hard to say. Sometimes it's a bad boy look, to which I'm really susceptible now and then, other times it's an angelic look, to which I'm also highly susceptible. Some men I'm hot for have an engaging smile or, even better, a lewd grin -- that'll get me every time -- or maybe they strike me as intelligent. I'm not sure why intelligence is important when my dick's doing most of the thinking, but it is. And, yeah, if I'm honest, every so often some guy has a really big dick that makes me forget about almost everything that actually matters in life.
Sometimes a man that I might not have thought I'd be interested in will get my attention by the way he comes on to me. Usually, that's when he's playing against type or else he's asking me to.
In most aspects of my life, I'm pretty outspoken and direct. I know how to stand up for myself and not get pushed into something I don't want to do. If you and I are hoping to reach, say, an agreement of some kind, I'll tell you -- politely -- what I want, listen to your response, and we'll see what we can do together.
But about playing against type: most guys see me as a daddy and want me to dominate them, which I'm often happy to do. Not always, though. Sometimes, what I really need is a tough, take-charge dude who doesn't give a shit what I want. The more he tells me how its gonna go down, the bigger the wet spot on the front of my underwear, if I'm still wearing it. And this brings my story back to Jerry.
I said that Jerry was a tall, slim, black dude. He also had a handsome, if not drop-dead gorgeous, face. But while he was definitely easy enough on the eyes, it wasn't his general appearance that grabbed my attention; it was two very different things.
One was a strongly determined -- I don't know how else to describe it -- look on that handsome face. It was the look of a man who was used to having his hookups do as they were told.
The other thing that made me sit up and pay attention, was what he had in mind to do with me. It wasn't only that he wanted to show up at my place in a few minutes and fuck me; it was the way that fuck was going to go down. I was not asked, but told, that I was going to leave the door to my apartment unlocked and all the lights off. When Jerry walked in, I was to be already naked, on all fours at the edge of my bed, with a condom and lube close to hand. I was not to look at him. Of course I told him to come right over.
It crossed my mind while I waited for him that I might be placing myself in danger by leaving my door open and myself unable to see what was happening, but I was incapable of rationality by then. Instead, my dick began to leak heavily at the thought of what might happen, and my brain went back to sleep.
Twenty minutes later, everything was just as Jerry had instructed. Seconds after buzzing him through the street door, I was on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed in an apartment that was completely dark except for ambient light coming through the windows. A minute or two later my heart raced when I heard him unlatch my door and walk toward the bedroom. I did not sneak a look as the sound of his steps drew nearer.
The sound of footsteps stopped and the next thing I heard was a belt being unbuckled and pants being unzipped. The first and only words he ever spoke were, "Suck my dick." I did not answer, but turned my head toward the side of the bed where he stood. All I could see was a pair of slender hips, a half hard penis, and some massive balls. I got my mouth around that penis and went to work.
This was late on a summer night and Jerry probably hadn't showered since earlier in the day, because the smell of his balls was pretty strong. I'm normally turned off by stinky balls, but I sucked his cock anyway because I had to. The smell just underlined who had the power here and who didn't, and it was my helplessness rather than his smell that worked as an aphrodisiac.
As it turned out, I didn't have to suck Jerry off for long. As soon as he was satisfied with the hardness of his impressive erection, he silently withdrew from my mouth and moved to my ass.
Jerry had only opened his pants and pushed down his underwear when he ordered me to suck him. Not then, and not when he fucked me, did he take any of his clothes completely off. I was the only naked guy in that bedroom, which just increased my feeling of vulnerability and helplessness.
That was part of Jerry's genius as a dominant top. He knew how to take control almost without speaking at all, and when he did, it wasn't much louder than a whisper. All he had to do was make my own needs and vulnerability compel my obedience.
I've been with rough and controlling tops before, but most of them barked out orders, landed hard slaps on my ass or punches to my chest, and none of that was intimidating at all. We were both role playing and we both knew it. Quiet, take-command, Jerry, however, just about turned me into a zombie and I couldn't begin to tell you how exactly he was able to do that.
Only once was the spell almost broken. I didn't look at him as he tried to put the condom on, but pretty soon I heard him masturbating and knew that he must be having a problem keeping his erection. He said nothing, however, and I didn't budge from my doggy position. I'd been told not to look at him and I didn't.
After that very brief struggle with the condom, out of the corner of my eye I saw Jerry toss it on the window sill and knew that he was going to take my ass bareback. I don't know if Jerry realized that I'd seen him toss the condom. He might have believed that he was about to raw fuck me without my consent. I'm on PrEP, however, and a bareback fuck was exactly what I'd wanted all along, so I pretended not to know.
I said before that I can be a sucker for bad boys. The idea that this dude standing behind me in the dark, whose body I hadn't been allowed to see except for his cock and balls, intended to secretly raw-fuck my ass, had me so eager to get him inside me that when he finally put the head up against the opening of my hole and started to push, that big bone went right in with no resistance and no pain at all. My ass opened up for him like the parting of the Red Sea.
His cock began to move inside me with slow, easy, deep, strokes. Just as before, Jerry didn't make a sound; no grunting; no "Take it, bitch!"; no long, slow, "FUUUCK!" It was the quietest fuck I've ever had. And no slaps or other physical contact. Not once did he touch my dick or any other part of me that he didn't have to.
You might think I'd have resented being treated as though I were a life size sex toy, but I didn't. Just the opposite. Being used and ignored like that only made me need him even more. I could have let him do me all night. Sadly, though, about ten minutes was all I was gonna get
I'd been hoping that Jerry would cum inside me, but I suppose he had a slightly bad conscience about having quietly ditched the condom because that didn't happen. When the speed and force of his thrusts finally picked up some, I knew he was close. Suddenly, and still without a sound, he pulled out of my ass and the next thing I felt was semen dripping down the inside of my thigh. Maybe 15 seconds later, Jerry zipped up his pants, buckled his belt, and left without so much as a thank you or goodbye.
The whole thing took maybe fifteen or twenty minutes start to finish, and in all that time neither of us saw the other's face. He hadn't even looked at my cock, because, why should he? His was the only one that mattered.
I was okay with that. As soon as I heard the door close behind Jerry, I got on my back, scooped his cum off my leg to use as lube, and jerked myself to a towering orgasm. ________________________
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