Used by a College Jock

By Rob

Published on Jun 7, 2021

Gay

I was so fucking horny. That's my only excuse. I'm an old fart that likes to screw around with other older guys. If I'm on the hook-up apps, I'm setting the filters on age 45 and up. I'm also filtering for Tops. Not just Versatile and god forbid, Versatile Bottom. I know what that means. I am one. I can top in a pinch; but I really want a guy who wants to take charge. A guy who wants to fuck some ass.

So why did I respond to a profile of a 21 year old? I was just so fucking horny. Oh yeah, and because he sent a pic of his hard cock right off the bat. A pic of his impressive hard cock with a message that said, "I need someone to take care of this". Did I mention that I was horny? I figured I'd play along, just for the fun of it. After all, Grindr is a game of sorts. Lots of guys playing. Some guys winning. Might as well have some fun, right? I responded honestly, "Holy Fuck". I told you it was impressive. Not unmanageable or freakish, but so hard I imagined I could see it throb.

"I've gotta cum, man."

"You know I'm an old fuck, right?"

"I don't care right now. I've just got to unload in someone. Send me a pic."

I really didn't hesitate that long before sending off a shot of my ass framed in a jock. Then a picture of my cock; soft but still plump, hanging over my balls and I was leaning back so my taint was on display with just the faintest glimpse of my hole. I figured he didn't care what my cock looked like. I figured he was only interested in my ass.

"Yeah, that'll work."

He wasn't as enthusiastic in his assessment of my pic as I had been when I saw his dick. I scrolled back to that pic and as I did I felt my resolve weaken. Do not fuck with this kid. Even if he's got a nice cock, how experienced could he be? I'm guessing he's not going to want to meet at his dorm...or his bedroom at his parents house. Do not invite this unknown 21 year old to your house. But fuck, I was horny.

"When would you want to do this?"

"An hour. Don't you have to clean out first? I've got to unload dude."

What a thoughtful young man. And such a sweet talker. Am I really going to do this? Am I going to discard all the rules I've adhered to in the past. This is crazy. Why am I even considering it?

"Give me your address."

I'd like to say I exercised caution and judgement. I'd like to say I thought with my brain instead of my dick. I only needed one more peek at his pic, then I fired off my address and hit the send arrow. I felt a pang of instant regret. I felt fear. Or was what I felt an exhilarating rush of endorphins. My heart was thumping and I knew I was going to go through with this foolishness. Who knows if the kid will really show up or not. It could just be another Grindr game. He'll show the chats to his buddies and say, "This old codger thought I was going to put my dick in him. Can you believe it?"

"I want you wearing that white jock."

"Yes, Sir"

I did not just fucking type Yes Sir to this kid, did I? But he knew he could tell me what to wear. He knew I would do it. He knew he had the big dick. He knew his was in control.

"One hour"

"Okay"

I hurried to do the necessary prep and hop in the shower. I didn't feel that nervous anymore. Chances are pretty good he won't even show up. I can see my driveway from the window. I'll be able to see him when he pulls up and gets out. I'd have time to lock the door if he looked to sketchy. I'm not a little guy. Six foot and 220. I can take care of myself, if need be. I douche, shower and dig out the jock he liked in the picture. Did he like it though? Or did he just want to see if I'd do what he told me to? Was it just a test? I'd soon have my answer. Another message at the 40 minute mark,

"I want you ass up in that jock when I get there."

Yeah, I know you've seen the porn. Grainy homemade video of the anonymous, ass-up-on-the-bed, dump and go. Some are hot. Some are creepy. At least there's a hidden video camera to capture any murders that might occur. Surely the officers on the scene will look for the hidden video camera so they can catch the murderer. That's reassuring. So how did I respond? Have you been listening? I said I was fucking horny!

"The back door will be unlocked. Bedroom is at the end of the hall."

"Cool"

He knows he's in charge now. I lay a big towel on the bed. Another folded towel to the side, where I put the lube, some condoms and some poppers. Just a few minutes and I'll know if this is going to really happen.

"On my way. Do you have any toys"

"A couple"

"Have them ready for me."

A few minutes pass and I hear a car pull into the driveway. I hurry to the window and catch a quick glimpse. Nice car. He's walking fast but I see he's my height but slimmer. Well dressed. I take my position on the bed. I'm honestly grateful there is not a hidden video camera capturing my foolishness. The door opens and closes. I can hear him moving. It seems to take forever before I feel a hand on my ass. Then a loud hard smack. I keep my head down. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and runs his finger over my pucker. I moan. He chuckles. He's a little more aggressive now. Smack. Finger entering my ass. One hand has a hold of my jockstrap. He pulls it away and then lets go, letting it slap against my butt. The finger pushes into my ass and then retreats.

He moves to the side and I see that he he's already naked. He pulls my head to his crotch and holds it there. I inhale. It smells good. It smells fucking great. It smells clean but with that amazing aroma of musk and balls and masculinity. He exhales and gives a little shiver as I bury my nose in his pubes and then take his cock into my mouth. I've had practise. It's the perfect cock for a cocksucker like me. It's a bit too long and way to thick to just slide into my mouth easily. I need to stretch and use my skills to envelop the fat head and travel down to the base, swirling my tongue as I go. I'm delighted that he is uncut. The pic he sent had the foreskin retracted and it had appeared that he was cut. I push as deep as I can. I know my throat is going to be sore in the morning.

He likes what I'm doing. Not quite groaning but deep, quiet grunts as he forcefully holds my head. He takes control. He wants to fuck my face but with him at my side his dick is too fat. I'm a pro, but my mouth can only open so wide. He positions himself in front of me on the bed. He kneels and bring my head to his cock. I suck like I've never sucked before. He holds my head still and starts to thrust his hips. Are those my tonsils he's bruising? My uvula? I'll look it up later. For now I just know something at the back of my throat is getting pummeled.

He stops the face-fucking and I take the opportunity to kiss and show my respect to this perfect cock. Then I engulf him again and try to impress him with my skills. He likes it. More grunts/moans and then one hand quickly lifts away from my head and returns with a fairly forceful slap to the side of my head. Not hard; but hard enough to show he's the boss. I let out a low moan.

"You are such a little slut. Are you gonna be my good faggot?"

Next: Chapter 2


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