Matt Snaps His Fingers

Matt Snaps His Fingers - by loopy

There is a bathroom at the university in town that is a great place to meet guys for quick, anonymous sex. I only just discovered it several months back. The guys who go there are largely students, and there are some pretty cute guys who hang out looking for a blow job. That's pretty much all that goes on there - blow jobs - and I am happy to help them out. I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth, and the idea of sucking off a complete stranger turns me on. What I think I like about it is the idea of being 'used' - the guy wants me for nothing more than my mouth and throat, he uses me for as long as it takes to blow his wad, and then he leaves without giving a shit about who I am or even what my name might be.

I'm a "bottom" but I'm pretty inexperienced. Before finding the university bathroom, I had only had sex with 8 or 10 guys I'd met in bars. Since I've started hanging out at the university every week or two, I've probably sucked off close to 20 guys. I still consider myself pretty inexperienced, because the majority of my experience has been blowing other guys - I've only had my own cock sucked a few times, and I've only been fucked once. I've rimmed a few guys too - I always ask the guys in the bathroom if I can lick their holes - most refuse, but a few have let me. That was the extent of my experience until I met Matt, which is what this story is about. Matt is a guy I met at the university bathroom just the other day. And meeting him may have changed my entire life.

Before I go into that, it would probably be a good idea for me to tell you a bit more about myself, so that you'll understand why meeting Matt was such a significant event for me.

Ever since I was a little kid, I have fantasized about being pushed around, used and humiliated by other guys. Any bully at school became my Master in my sexual fantasies, which started years before I reached puberty. By the time puberty hit, I was fantasizing about things that I'm sure many grown men have never even thought about - like being forced to be the slave of another male and servicing him unconditionally, no matter how nasty his desires. I can remember one time when I was about 14 years old, being at the swimming pool and hearing a couple of other teenage guys talk about how they would love to have a slave. They weren't even talking about sexual activity - they just wanted someone to wait on them, bow before them, kiss their feet, and someone who they could show off to their friends. One of them even said he'd like his slave to wipe his ass after taking a shit. They were both laughing and trying to outdo each other in what they thought they could make their slaves do for them. As I listened from several feet away (trying hard to look like I was concentrating on something completely different), my cock was growing stiff in my bathing suit. I was thankful that the lower half of my body was under water, and I made sure that I was turned towards the edge of the pool so that no one would swim by and notice the bulge. These boys were talking about my sexual fantasy - and I longed to be the one to service them. Even though my own personal fantasies included sexual activity - largely sucking cock and rimming ass - what was most sexual to me when I fantasized about another guy was his control over me - the idea of having him take away my power, to force me to serve him, to be at his mercy, and to see him delight in my helplessness.

When I turned 18 - which was just last year - I started going to the gay bars. At first, I mostly kept to myself, not feeling brave enough to make contact with anyone. But I grew more relaxed as time went on, and I ended up going home with a few different guys. Of course, the sexual activity was nothing like what I fantasized about - I usually orally serviced the guy, and a few times, the guy wanted to suck me as well. I doubted that anyone would be into the kind of sex that I fantasized about in the privacy of my room, and even if I found such a person, I wasn't sure I could learn to trust him enough to allow him to take that kind of control over me. Besides, the sex I was getting, especially once I discovered the bathroom at the university, was quite satisfying to me, and I felt no longing inside to explore anything more wild or kinky. Somehow, that kind of stuff seemed reserved just for fantasy.

In the bathrooms, most of the guys wanted to go into one stall while I occupied the stall next to them, and sucked them underneath the wall dividing the stalls. I think they felt safest doing things this way, so that if anyone else entered the bathroom, they could quickly pull out of my mouth and sit on the toilet, so as not to get caught. It was my preference to actually see the guy I was sucking off, and I usually asked if I could enter the stall with them. Most refused, but there were a few guys who would walk into my stall and let me suck them while I sat on the toilet and they stood in front of me. One guy wanted me on my knees while he stood by the urinal - he really turned me on, because the thought of kneeling in front of him, while being right beside the urinals where countless guys had pissed, was exciting for me. I would have been thrilled if the guy had turned and taken a piss into the urinal while I was kneeling there, but that didn't happen and I would never have had the courage to ask him to do so. That same guy also turned me on because he let me rim his ass when I asked him permission to do so - and he wasn't totally clean. He wasn't terribly dirty - just enough that I knew that he hadn't showered since the last time he'd taken a shit. And the idea of licking the dirty hole of some stranger brought me to the greatest orgasm. He then turned and came all over my face, pulled up his pants, and left without a word. There were a few guys who I met more than once over the months I'd been hanging out in the bathroom, and I sucked several of them off on more than one occasion. But the one I really wanted to see again was the guy by the urinal, who never did return. But that was until I met Matt.

I saw Matt walking into the bathroom as I was heading there myself. He was a solid guy with snug fitting jeans that gave him the most incredible looking ass. He had on a muscle shirt and had his cap on backwards. He looked great from behind, and as he pushed open the door to the bathroom, he glanced back at me walking up behind him - what a fucking great-looking man!

There were about 10 toilet stalls in the bathroom, but the place was empty on that day. Matt entered one of the middle stalls, and I, of course, went into a stall right beside him. We were already both certain about why the other was there, but even so, just to be cautious, we watched each other's feet under the wall dividing us, pointing our feet at each other and tapping them a few times - the sign that we were both there for sex. Matt then put his hand under the wall dividing us, waving it at me - the sign that he wanted me to suck him under the wall. I put my head down by the floor, and looked up at him sitting on the toilet in the next stall. "Can I go into the stall with you?", I asked. He nodded yes - "Great!", I thought.

I left the stall I was in and pushed open the door to Matt's stall. He looked so fucking good sitting on that toilet that I could have creamed just staring at him. He motioned for me to lock the door behind me, and then he did something that made my cock jump - he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. The action startled me at first - it was so arrogant. This man (rightfully) assumed that he could snap his fingers and point to the floor and I'd fall to my knees before him while he sat on his throne. He smiled, waiting for my response - I suppose his smile was meant to soften what he had just done - so that if I wasn't into being treated that way, that I could just dismiss it, and we could carry on with the blow job he was awaiting. But my instinct told me that he had been totally serious when he'd snapped his fingers - that he truly was looking for someone who would respond to that sort of command. And in my heart, I knew that I was that sort of person.

I fell to my knees before him, and stared up at his face. I had never knelt before someone on the toilet before, and it made me feel like some of my power had been taken from me. What kind of man kneels before another man on the toilet? A man with no pride - it made the blood pulse in my cock.

I could smell stale piss from the floor and the porceline bowl as he grabbed my head and pulled my face toward his cock. Due to the rush to my senses that I had been experiencing, I had not even noticed until that moment how incredibly hung he was. His huge cock stuck straight up from between his legs, and as I wrapped my lips around it, I realized that I would have difficulty just getting the cock head fully into my mouth. Although his cock was clearly hard and erect, its head felt soft and rubbery in my mouth.

One of the things that I often do when I am blowing a guy, is to play with his asshole. Since I'm usually in the stall next to him, sucking him under the wall, I can get away with fingering his ass and then putting the finger up to my nose, to smell it while I suck him off. Since the guy can't see my face while this is occurring, I have never been caught, and it's always more erotic for me if I can sniff at the faint smell of a guy's shit while I suck his hard dick. Anyway, I was dying to do the same with Matt, especially since he was on the toilet - I wanted to sniff at the smell of his shit and imagine that there was a big log in the bowl as I knelt at his feet. I took my right hand and slipped it between his legs, allowing my middle finger to poke at his hole. I could feel that his hole was surrounded by thick hair, and it felt sweaty to the touch. He groaned as I fingered him, and his hole opened a bit, allowing me to push my finger into him just slightly. Then, trying to be subtle, I slowly pulled my finger out, and wrapped my hand around his balls, massaging them lightly. I was able to to slip my middle finger between his balls and his leg while doing so, to allow it to point up toward my nose as I continued to suck on his cock. I could feel the wetness of my finger as it touched the end of my nose, and the smell was intoxicating. It was definately shit that I smelled there, and for the first time during the encounter with Matt, I allowed my left hand to grab my cock and jerk it as I inhaled the beautiful stench.

"Do you like that smell?" Matt's voice surprised me, especially when I heard what he was saying. I was embarassed and pulled my head back, allowing his cock to drop out of my mouth. He looked down at me, and put his own hand between his legs - he pulled it out, and pointed his index finger toward my nose. "Smell", he said.

This man was making me feel crazy with lust - how could he be so perfect? Could he read my mind?

I leaned my head forward and sniffed at his finger. I could see that it was slightly off-colour - kind of a yellowish brown. My fantasies of being degraded by another man flashed through my head as he smeared the wet finger under my nose and I could smell his waste on my face. It was incredible.

"Suck me more", he said, and I took his cock back into my mouth. Just then, he farted - one of those loud farts that sound like they are coating the inside of the toilet. He said nothing and I continued to suck him as the smell of his fart escaped the toilet bowl and crept up my nostrils. It was so rank that it surely would have cleared the room under normal circumstances - but I breathed it in deeply, completely lost in its smell as I frantically slurped on his cock.

Then a thought came to me. I always asked the guys I met in the bathroom if I could rim their holes. I knew beyond a doubt that Matt's hole was dirty - considerably more dirty than I had yet experienced. And beyond that, he knew that I knew this as well. If I asked him to let me rim him, it would be clear to him that I was asking permission to lick his shit. Could I swallow my pride and do it anyway? I knew that I longed to taste it - even if I were to find it completely disgusting and decide never to lick a dirty asshole again, I knew that I wanted to try, just to see if I would like tasting an ass so full of shit.

I pulled my mouth from Matt's cock. "Can I rim your ass?", I asked. I was surprised - shocked, even - when he said, "No" and pulled my mouth back down onto his cock. Why wouldn't he let me do it? Was I wrong in assuming that he got turned on by such dirty acts?

Without warning, Matt's cock exploded in my mouth, his cum spurting over and over again into my throat. He pulled out, and continued to spurt in my face and hair. He wiped his cock across my face, and then raised himself from the toilet, pulled up his jeans, and walked passed me. I could hear him exit the bathroom before I had even had the chance to rise from the floor.

The experience had been totally great and yet disappointing at the same time. Here I had met this stunning man, he had come closer to acting out one of my fantasies than anyone else I had ever met, and yet, he had left as if it was no big deal for him - like he could find someone like me any old day, and had no plans to use me again. It was almost ironic that normally, this attitude turned me on, but with him - I wanted more. And beyond that, I wanted him to go further - much further - in using and degrading me.

I left the bathroom stall to walk toward the sinks to clean up. There was a piece of paper stuck to one of the bathroom mirrors, and as I moved toward it and recognised what it was, my heart skipped a beat. It was a piece of toilet paper that had been wiped across a dirty ass - Matt's ass - leaving a smear of shit. It had a phone number written on it, and a simple note - "I'm Matt - call me".

I didn't know when I should call. I mean, I had just sucked Matt off, so I assumed that he wouldn't be interested in more sex that same day. How long should I wait?

I hadn't shot my load in the bathroom with Matt - so once I was home, I jerked my cock while sniffing the piece of toilet paper he had left behind for me. I tend to like long, drawn out sex sessions - whether by myself or with someone else. That way, the orgasm is so much more intense. So I jerked and sniffed the toilet paper, and played the scene I had acted out with Matt earlier in the day over and over in my mind. When I was about to cum, I raised my legs up over my face as I laid back on my bed, and shot my creamy load all over my face. It was late, so I simply closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall asleep that way.

When I awoke the next morning, the caked semen on my face reminded me instantly of Matt. It immediately made me horny, but I resisted the urge to jerk myself again. Instead, I decided that I would call Matt later in the day - I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off calling him any longer than that.

I decided to wait until early evening, when there was a better chance that he'd be home - it was Friday, so I assumed he might be at work. I busied myself with running a few errands while waiting for the day to pass - it seemed to take for ever for the hours to go by. Finally, at 7 p.m., I could wait no longer, and I picked up the phone, dialing the number while holding Matt's shitty toilet paper to my nose. There was no answer. Damn! I tried again at 8 p.m., and then at 9 and at 10. It was Friday night and here I was, sitting by the phone, trying desperately to get ahold of this complete stranger who had taken over my thoughts. I decided to go to the bar for a while - Matt was obviously out for the evening.

I went to the gay club and saw a few friends, but I wasn't in the mood to party. I looked all over to see if Matt was there - he wasn't, of course. Why would he be? I had never seen him there before.

I had a few drinks and headed home at about 1 a.m. I felt consumed with thoughts of Matt, and I hoped that I would be able to see him again soon, or I feared that I would begin to go crazy. I decided to try calling him once more before I went to bed. I knew it was late, and I hoped that I wasn't going to wake him and make him angry at me for calling - I didn't want to chance having him tell me to go to hell and that he didn't want to see me again. But I was so desperate to service him again, that I called despite my fears. The phone rang several times before he answered. He sounded totally drunk.

"Hi, Matt? It's me".

"What?", he shouted, his voice slurring.

"It's me", I said, "the guy from the bathroom yesterday". Perhaps I had chosen a bad time to call.

"Oh yeah!", he said, "the dirty boy. I haven't showered since our encounter yesterday - and man, do my cock and asshole stink!"

My cock stiffened in my pants.

He belched, and then continued. "Why don't you come over here, you little whore?"

"Now?", I asked, hoping that I was understanding correctly.

"Of course now, you dumb bitch", and he gave me his address.

I jumped in my car and sped the whole way there, arriving in 20 minutes. I buzzed his apartment, and then ran up the 3 flights of stairs to his place. He met me at the door - naked.

I could see that he was completely bombed - he could barely stand up straight, and was holding the door to keep himself steady. He began speaking to me while I was still in the hallway outside of his door, and I was afraid that he was speaking much louder than he realized due to his drunkeness. I hoped that his neighbours couldn't hear him as he shouted, "I haven't pissed all night. My fucking bladder is so full of beer".

I tried to enter his apartment, but he stood firmly in the doorway, balancing himself between the frames of the door. Then he smiled coyly, and snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor. I glanced up and down his apartment hallway - did he really want to do this here? His smile disappeared and he snapped his fingers again. "Down on your knees, motherfucker! I have to piss!"

I knelt before his huge cock, and he slapped it over my face. He was right - it did stink - I wondered how many days it had been since it had been washed. He must have seen a look of semi-disgust on my face as I smelled it, because he smiled and said, "I fucked a guy this morning and haven't washed it since". He then shoved his semi-hard cock past my lips, and instantly started to piss.

"Oh, yeah, that's good", he was shouting - the beer piss sprayed down my throat with incredible force. I had never tasted piss before and it was so erotic to be kneeling in front of him, sucking his urine down my throat and feeling the warmth of it enter my stomach. "It's so fucking good", he kept saying, and his voice was so loud, I was surprised that none of his neighbours had opened their doors yet. I tried not to think about how mortified I'd be if they did. His piss went on for ever, and it was hard to keep up with him without choking, but I managed to get it all down. When he finished, he said, "Take off your clothes, bitch". Did he want me to do it here? In the hallway? His look made it clear that he did, so I started to strip. When my clothes were in a pile in the hallway, he said, "Now come on in here, I want to fuck your ass". He grabbed my arm and pulled me in, leaving my clothes outside of his door as he shut it behind us.

He stumbled through the darkness of his apartment toward his bedroom - his balance was so poor that I was surprised that he didn't fall flat on his face. I watched his incredible ass as I followed him - dreaming of tasting his hole, knowing full well how dirty it must be.

He led me to a mattress on his floor - with no sheets on it. He clearly was not a good housekeeper - there were plates of old food on the floor, and his floor was a mess of dirty clothes. I made a mental note to try stealing a pair of his dirty underwear before I left his place - he was so drunk, I figured he'd never notice.

He motioned toward the mattress and had me lay on my back. Then he crawled onto my chest and bent his body over my face, so that his huge cock was dangling in front of my lips.

"You like that fucking cock, don't you?", he asked.

"It's so beautiful", I said, smelling the stench of his dirty meat.

"Worship it", he said, poking it into my mouth.

I sucked on the huge head as I felt it grow in my mouth, tasting the nasty filth that his sex partner had left there this morning. I wondered who his partner had been - whose shit was I tasting? I assumed it was someone hot, because Matt was so gorgeous that I figured he could have anyone he wanted. He tried forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, making me gag on his incredible tool. "Worship it", he kept saying.

He pulled his stiff cock from my mouth, and lay flat over me. "I want to fuck you, bitch".

He roughly pushed my legs up, and crammed two fingers into my hole without any warning. I screamed out in pain. This made him laugh. "You like it, don't you, bitch?".

He stuffed a third finger into me as I screamed out, "Yes! I love it". I just wanted to please him so badly.

He played with my hole for a while, making it somewhat looser, and I felt the pain easing a bit.

He spit on my hole and then I felt him cramming his huge meat into the crack of my ass. He pushed forcefully, all the while laughing while I screamed - the pain returning full force. "Tell me you worship me!", he shouted. "I worship you!", I screamed through the tears in my eyes.

He started fucking me frantically, pumping my ass like a wild animal. I could smell the stench of his sweaty armpits, and as the pain subsided, I began to feel wildly sexual, grunting along with him as he fucked me. I was jerking at my cock, and I felt so close to orgasm. But I was determined that I wanted our encounter to last much longer, so I fought to keep myself from shooting my load. He kept fucking me, faster and faster - I was in ecstacy.

Suddenly, Matt got a very strange look on his face - he was looking kind of green. "I'm gonna be sick!", he shouted, and with that warning, he heaved and puked right on my face. Then he did it a second time. Then a third. I was covered in his stinking puke, and I felt my own stomach begin to churn as I tasted some of his second hand food and liquor sliding down my throat. It was mostly slimy with some hard chunks of his half-digested dinner. I tried to push him off me, but his body was too heavy, and his hard cock was still crammed up my hole. He puked a fourth and final time as I thrashed my head back and forth, vainly trying to move out of the way of his streams of vomit. Finally, my own stomach heaved and I turned my head to the side, puking beside my head.

Matt began to laugh hysterically - a deep belly laugh. Under the circumstances, it sounded totally evil. I felt completely sickened and tried to push him off, but I heard him say, "No way, bitch!" He grabbed my shoulders with his big hands and pinned me down. Then his hips began to thrust back and forth as he continued to slam his cock in and out of my hole. It felt so incredible, and yet, I was sickened by the puke coating me. His disgusting vomit was running down my face and I could feel it in my hair and creeping down my neck. I continued to struggle, which only made him laugh more.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out and crawled forward, onto my chest. He grabbed my hair in both of his hands, and I felt him slam his hard meat into my mouth. I was forced to taste a mixture of his puke and my shit on his cock - his cock was slimy on my tongue. I began to gag and choke, but he only forced his tool further into my throat. He fucked my face, becoming more rough and frantic until he cried out, and I could taste his sweet cum coating my mouth and throat. He shot over and over until finally, I could feel his body relaxing. He pulled out his cock and looked down at me, breathing heavily. "That was real good, dirty boy", he said, smiling.

I didn't know whether I thought he was the most incredible man I had ever met, or if I hated his guts. He had certainly introduced me to a lot more than I had bargained for.

"You didn't cum", he noted.

"No, I didn't", I said.

"Well, then jerk your dick. I'll sit on your face and let you rim me while you do".

He flipped around without waiting for my answer, and sat his ass down on my face. Despite the strong stench of the puke, I could smell his filthy ass as it rested over my nose and mouth. This is what I dreamed about - a man sitting on my face, his smelly hole wiping over my nose. I started jerking as I licked at his hole.

"That's right", he said, "clean that dirty shithole, bitch".

His ass was so incredible - I licked at it and sucked it - sticking my tongue up his hole as far as it would go while jerking my cock wildly. My cock was pulsing with pleasure, and once again, I felt myself approaching orgasm. Without warning, Matt grunted out a fart - and as the sickening smell shot up my nostrils, I began to cum.

Matt was laughing, "That's right, fucker, shoot that fucking load".

Matt continued to sit on my face as my cum spurted all over my chest. "I have to fart again", he said, "open your mouth". Even though I had just cum, I was so turned on by the idea that this man got off on farting in my face, that I opened my mouth as commanded. He grunted, and I awaited the fart - but was surprised to feel something hard entering my mouth instead. What the fuck was he doing? I panicked and began to struggle, pushing at Matt's ass and trying to scream at him to get off of me. He laughed evily, saying "Eat my shit, bitch. I know you want it".

He continued to push his shit out, filling my mouth so full that I was choking. I had no choice but to swallow some down, and I was completely sickened at the thought as the warm waste was forced down my throat. The taste was totally disgusting, and my stomach began to heave again. I couldn't keep up with the flow of shit he was grunting out, and when my mouth was crammed full, he finally lifted his ass and continued to shit onto my face. "Ahhh, that feels good", he said, laughing. Then he sat down on the shit, smearing it over my face and squishing it up my nose. He sat his full weight on my face, and I began to sufficate. I was trying to scream at him that I needed air, but my mouth was so full of shit that I could only make muffling sounds. Matt just sat there and laughed. I was grabbing at him in desperation, and finally, when I thought I might faint, he raised himself up.

"Having trouble breathing?", he asked, as I coughed out his shit. He laughed again.

"I need a shower", he said casually, and walked from the room as I choked and coughed, trying to catch my breath.

I listened to the sound of Matt showering as I sat in the mess on his mattress. I stunk like worse than human trash - I obviously couldn't leave before I took a shower as well. I was amazed at all that had transpired, and confused about why I had allowed this man to use me in this way. Could I have stopped him if I had really wanted to? Had I really wanted to? I wasn't sure.

When he was finished, I could hear Matt leave the bathroom and go into his living room, flipping on the T.V.

I waited for a few seconds, still in a state of semi-shock I finally rose and went into the bathroom, taking a long, warm shower. I tried to wash all of the disgusting grime and sickening smell from my body.

When I was done, I walked to the front door and opened it - glad to find that my clothes were still sitting outside of Matt's door. I pulled them inside and began to get dressed.

I glanced at Matt as he sat, watching T.V. He didn't look up at me, but stared straight ahead at the television. I turned and grabbed the door handle, prepared to leave without saying anything. Still without looking up, Matt snapped his fingers, causing me to pause. "I want you to call me tomorrow - to arrange a time when you can come back here and clean up the mess you left - and to make another one".

I didn't respond as I walked out the door and down the hallway. But we both knew that I'd call.

written by loopy email encouraged: loop_fruit@hotmail.com