Author's note: Usual disclaimers apply. Be over 18 to read. Once exception, this story is true. Comments are appreciated. writestuff2006@yahoo.com
It is so hard to compress an intense sexual episode into a few short paragraphs, but I have done my best to describe a first time encounter with a new friend, although friend isn't really the right word. The story is true, but the dialogue of the actual event can never be completely captured, nor can the mind numbing pleasure be adequately expressed. Please bear with me through the initial paragraphs as I set the background story of how I ended up where I ended up and remain today. I also know that some dominant tops like for their subs to be slave like. I prefer subs express themselves and the pleasure they receive from their service, as long as they do as they are told. I am not a sadist but am definitely a control freak when it comes to sex with other men.
It has been one of those really weird years for me. I am a married guy who gets into dominating other guys. I had a married fuck buddy for almost three years. I vowed never again to love another guy after the end of a long-term relationship with a different fuck buddy ended very badly. I made the mistake of falling in love with him, but he was a complete slut behind my back. For safety reasons I ended it and ended up with a broken heart. Kris was a good solution after that. Good looking, married and submissive. But not someone I was in love with. Someone I promised myself I would not fall in love with. I promised myself never to love another man...ever.
About a year ago, my wife took up writing. Not this kind of story, but what I would call popular fiction. She is actually very good at it. But it seemed to consume her and all of her free time. After about six months I was feeling very shut out. I tried to explain how I was feeling, but she just wasn't getting it, or just didn't care.
I had an online out of state chat buddy named Pete who gave me the emotional support I needed. Even though I had never met him, I felt safe in allowing myself to develop feelings for him. Maybe because he was 1200 miles away, it seemed ok. He is a great guy and the online fantasies we exchanged made me ache to have him as my lover. He seemed to know just what I needed in a lover and our sense of kinky sex play was very much in tune with each other. He was the eager pleaser to my insatiable need to be pleased, at least in the online fantasy world.
During this time, Kris continued to meet my physical sexual needs, eagerly and willingly submitting to my sexual aggression, allowing himself to be used for my pleasure in whatever way I wanted. Physically, the sex was great, but emotionally, I felt no real connection to him beyond that of a good friend.
When I told Kris I was going to meet Pete in June, he begged me not to. He asked me to give him the chance to be a true lover. To be someone that was more than a fuck buddy, more than a friend, but someone who could love me if I only I would let him. Foolishly I agreed. Pete was not happy about it, but didn't press the issue. He quietly went away, occasionally dropping me e-mails to let me know he was ok and hoped I was too. Kris did his best to make me feel loved, needed, wanted and attractive, but the bottom line is, I didn't love him so no matter what he did, it was never going to be enough. In June, my marriage crumbled and I moved out. I was tired of being ignored for her writing. I was gone for two weeks. I had lost my online lover, my fuck buddy and my wife all in about a month. I was an emotional wreck and feeling pretty damaged. Finally she agreed to marriage counseling and I moved home. But in those two weeks I met someone that changed everything.
I had decided to get away and clear my head by doing some fishing. I was at Bass Pro Shop, stopping on the way to the lake with my boat to pick up some new fishing lures when I saw him. His name I later found out was Tony. While I was sorting through the fishing lures, I noticed him noticing me. He seemed very shy and was trying to be discrete, but not discrete enough for a guy like me who has radar for the subs of the world. I was glancing over at him out of the corner of my eye and could see him eyeing my crotch. He was a good looking country boy. About 5'8" and 130 pounds. Nice build and lean muscle. He had a decent bulge going and must have been horny. There was a shy innocence about him that heightened my desire to have him.
I have an honest 8 incher that is pretty thick and he couldn't stop checking it out. I was showing some decent bulge myself, freeballing in my cammo shorts. The muscle tank I was wearing showed off the gym work I had been putting in and all and all, I think I looked pretty damn good at 6 feet tall and 190 pounds. I finally turned and stared right at him. He blushed deep red. He knew he had been caught looking at the goods. I jerked my head to motion him over. He hesitated at first, but then joined me on the aisle. I immediately made the first move to take control of the situation and test his willingness to be controlled. I figured if he balked, he wasn't going to be what I wanted anyway.
What's your name? Tony. What's yours? For now you can call me sir. You might earn the right to know my first name later, but for now show some respect. Yes sir, he replied quietly. He looked nervous and scared and I didn't want to push too hard, but at the same time, I wanted it out on the table what I was about. He could leave or stay. It was a public place and he had every opportunity to move away if he wanted. "Do you want to go fishing with me Tony?" I asked casually, not even looking at him as I sorted through the many lures on display. "I don't have a lot of time sir."
He was mine now and I knew before the day was over I would have that hot little ass of his. I've got my boat outside, you coming fishing with me or not? I asked. He replied that his wife was expecting him to be home by 6:00 pm. It wasn't even noon yet, so we had plenty of time and I told him we would be off the lake by 4:00. He followed me to the marina in his car. It was about 5 minutes from the store. 30 minutes later we were in the water and heading across the lake. I had told Tony to take his shirt off and wear one of the life vests. He did without hesitation and I got a nice view of his slender but defined torso.
I had no intention of taking it slow or cautious. Tony obviously knew what he wanted, and I obviously wanted to give it to him. Over the roar of the boat motor I told him to massage my dick through my shorts. He rubbed me to a rock hard erection and by the time I put into an isolated cove hidden by lakeside forest I was leaking precum like a faucet. I dropped the boat anchor to keep the boat from drifting and ordered Tony to strip.
He hesitated and said he didn't want to get caught. I told him that unless he agreed right now to do whatever I asked of him without hesitation, I would take him back to the marina and drop him off at the dock.
"I'm not a rapist Tony, but I do expect my orders to be followed. You have needed a man like me for a very long time, I can tell. I will only tell you this once. I am 100% disease free, and you have no worries on that end. So tell me Tony, do you really want to blow your one chance at finding a guy who knows exactly what you need and can give it to you the way you need it?"
Tony swallowed hard. I loved the way his prominent Adam's apple bobbed and I thought I could probably make it do that with my dick. He stood up and dropped his shorts, standing buck ass naked in the boat except for his life jacket. He had a respectable 6 incher that was so hard it was pointing up at a sharp angle away from his body. Nice full balls hung below. I remained seated but had moved from behind the steering wheel of the boat to the seat that Tony had occupied. "Do you want to suck my dick Tony?" "Yes sir." he half mumbled. "Say it like you mean it boy. Tell me you want to suck my cock"
From somewhere deep inside, Tony found a voice and with more confidence than I expected he stated with no coaching at all exactly what I wanted to hear. "Please sir, if you wish to allow me the pleasure of sucking your cock I will do my best to make you happy that you brought me here." I felt my cock pulse as he offered himself to me so completely. "Get on your knees Tony and suck my cock until I tell you to stop." Tony dropped to his knees and opened my cammo shorts. First the top button, and then carefully lowering the zipper. When he saw what I had for him he moaned and said, "God, its so big." Then he looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you Sir." He bowed his head like an alter boy receiving communion and took my head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over my piss slit and went lower. When I hit the back of his throat I expected hesitation. He swallowed all 8 inches balls deep and began a suck job on my cock that few have ever provided. I was in heaven as Tony expertly worked my cock. I made a mental note to send a thank you note to whoever had trained him. I later found out he was self taught, practicing mostly on his dildo. He had always been afraid of actually meeting a man and had only sucked off three guys in his young 24 year old life. What a waste of a talent I thought when he told me.
Tony continued sucking my pole in and out of his throat, pausing occasionally to lap and suck at my balls while he stroked my meat with his hand. My moans of pleasure and lewd cursing offered him all the encouragement he needed. I was scooted forward on the seat and when his tongue hit my asshole and he started to rim me I decided he was gaining too much control in the situation and pulled his head away by the hair. I looked at him sternly and said, "You never go near my ass without permission. Do you understand?" "Yes sir. I only wanted to please you." I smiled at him, letting him know he was forgiven. Open my tackle box Tony. You will find condoms and lube. I'm going to fuck you now. I thought he would tip the boat over in his eagerness. He opened the condom and put it in his mouth. He went down on me and when he came up for air, the condom completely covered my cock.
"That's one hell of a skill boy, who taught you to do that?" "I taught myself sir." He replied. "And just how the hell did you manage that?" He blushed deep red again and looked at the floor of the boat. "With a dildo...I don't have a lot of experience sir, not with real dicks any way...but my wife has a dildo and I always put a rubber on it to keep it clean so she won't know. Did you like it? "I liked it very much" I replied "Lube yourself boy, I want you nice and slick."
I watched as he liberally greased what appeared to be a very tight hole. I figured he was pretty inexperienced and was partially correct. He had never been fucked by a man before. But his tight little ass was no stranger to sex toys which he later admitted to using almost daily in masturbatory fantasies of forced submission to strong dominant men. When I sensed that he was well past lubed and now was just fingering himself for the sheer joy of it, I told him to lean forward and brace himself on the front sunning air of the boat. His ass was at perfect height and angle and I slowly worked my swollen head into his tight opening.
"Please, Fuck me, do it sir, please I need it so bad, make me your hole, use me" he began to beg. "You are my hole Tony, the best damn fishing hole I've been in."
I resisted the urge to plunge in the remaining length of my thick hard-on, instead enjoying the sweet sensation of being slowly devoured by his hungry ass. I loved watching his anal ring stretch around the fat head of my cock and then close around the area behind the glans. As I pushed in deeper I saw his hole stretch once more as it encountered the thickest portion of my cock, nearly half way down the length of the shaft.
"Oh yeah, I'm half way in my fishing hole now."
I began to tease him, backing out only slightly, maybe and inch and moving forward back in by that same inch, repeatedly stretching his hole across the thickest part of my cock. I was rock hard and sinewy blood vessels stood out in sharp relief along my fuck pole. Tony was whimpering, begging for me to fuck him harder and faster. My domination of his ass by making him wait was complete torture for him. His hole shone with lube as I micro fucked him.
"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled. I couldn't believe it. Both of his hands were firmly on the sun deck of the boat, he was getting off on just having my cock tantalize his tight little fuck hole. I yanked hard on his balls and thrust in deep. AHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG GAWDDDDDD!!!! he yelled as his balls exploded and cum shot from his cock. His fuck chute pulsed, gripped and squeezed my dick providing exquisite pleasure as he emptied his nuts on the blue boat carpet. It seemed like he was shooting porn star quantities of fuck sauce as I jack rabbited in and out of his as going balls deep on each successive thrust. Tony moaned and squirmed in pleasure. As his orgasm subsided I continued to pound his ass.
"Keep your cock hard boy, don't you dare go soft on me!" I ordered. I was nowhere close to done and saw no reason to end the fuck just because he shot his load. After all, I was the one in charge not him. I fucked him hard and deep for another 15 minutes, grinding my pelvis against his ass in search of his deepest recesses. Tony was whimpering, begging me to cum, please sir, I can't take any more. It only made me want to fuck him longer. But all good fucks must cum to an end and this was no exception. I grabbed Tony around his waist, lifted him off the floor of the boat as I pulled his body against mine. I stood up tall and arched my back as I filled the condom with thick white semen as Tony was stretched out in front of me, hands on the sun deck, legs dangling in the air. I must have blasted at least 8 ropes of cum into that thin latex sheath. I was dripping sweat and completely lost in the pleasure of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.
Slowly I lowered Tony back to the floor of the boat and collapsed on his back letting him support my weight as I recovered. I withdrew my somewhat softened dick from his hole and was pleasantly surprised by how clean everything was. I eased the condom from my cock and poured the contents into his mouth as his reward. I looked down at him, so sweet and young and handsome.
I think we both knew this would not be our last time together. Tony needed a man who would take charge of him, but at the same time not abuse him. He needed a firm guiding hand and a hard eager dick. I needed a willing man to please me on my terms. We talked about our mutual needs. I told him my first name and we exchanged phone numbers.
I'm back home now, and things are better with my wife and I. I make regular visits to my fishing hole. He has proven to be eager to handle my rod and tackle anytime I call. His wife thinks it's great that he has found an older fishing buddy to help mentor him along. I'm not sure how this story will end, but for now, I'm happy to have Tony as a fuck buddy. Actually, he really is just a hole for me. Most of our sex happens on the lake, making him my favorite fishing hole. He needs to be used and I need to use him, so it works. I know I won't love him, and I still ache for Pete. But Tony is a great fishing hole to drop my tackle in. Pete, if you read this, know that it was/is still very real. I just don't know what to do about the miles between us or how fucked up my head gets when I realize that the life I have chosen keeps you from me.