This is a story about a recent meet from here, but first some background…
It was on a typical lads 18-30 type holiday that my sub side started to develop, but it wasn’t until my mid 40s that I understood it.
As a younger bi man, I found myself pulling women in their late 20’s. My friends took the micky out of me, and the women took advantage of my naivety, but I loved it. Initially I thought it was about their experience, but I later came to understand that it was about power. I enjoyed being taken advantage of - being used. I didn’t care if they got what they wanted and then cast me aside. In fact that was the attraction!
Like many, I didn’t explore my bi side until I became a little more adventurous - maybe mid to late 20’s. By that time I was already settled, married, and having confusing fantasies. Sex with my wife was great, but it was me that took the lead. My fantasies generally involved powerful women, being tied, pinned down and ridden. I wouldn’t have labelled myself as submissive, but I clearly was… and then my thoughts, perhaps inevitably, turned to men.
I sometimes question the labels we use. Gay, bi, straight.,, Just like our tastes change over time, I wonder if the same can be true of our sexuality, influenced by what we are exposed to. I can’t think of anyone that was an avid lager drinker on their first taste, but the more they had, the more they enjoyed it. As my curiosity grew, and with ready access to gay porn, my desire to be with dominant men also increased.
Was I always latently bi, or is this something that has developed alongside my growing submissiveness? Are all sub males in some way predisposed to being bi (whether or not they’ve realised it)? Have I coditioned myself in to being a cock hungry slut by watching this type of content online? Who knows! What I did know was that i needed to explore it.
This isn’t a story about my first man though. There are plenty of stories to tell - and in time I will. This is a story about a recent, and most incredible meet, with a younger guy. A guy who didn’t say he was dom in his profile. A guy who I hadn’t discussed submission with. A guy who greeted me in a friendly way at the front door, but upon closing it behind me, had me pinned to hall wall, with my wrists held tightly above my head, kissing me. It was at that point that I realised it wasn’t a thing for older men/women that I had. It was a thing for giving myself to someone so completely. To be their slut, their plaything, their pleasure giver….
So there I was pinned to wall of a small hallway, arms held aloft, wrists held tightly, passionately kissing a complete stranger. Someone who I’d met online not more than 30 minutes earlier. This felt great!
This is real life. I could say he was hunk, but I want to stay true to the events. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was carrying a few extra pounds. He was confident and in control. Whilst not a model, I found his manner attractive. His commanding nature was a turn on; and It didn’t take him more than a moment to get the measure of me.
“In to the bedroom bitch”
I led the way with him behind, directing. There was no turning back.
At approaching 50, I think I’ve done well for myself. I’m lucky to benefit from the trappings of success. Yet where I should have high standards, somehow I’m drawn to seediness when meeting online. His council house was small. Certainly there were no real luxuries. Yet there I was, offering myself to him.
We stripped. Neither of us could wait, then he started to kiss me again. Passionately. Our tongues entwined. His hands now exploring my body, before gripping the front of my neck and roughly pushing me back on to the bed.
“I don’t even know your name” he said. I didn’t care about his. The anonymity made it hotter.
“Just call me slut” I respond. A wry smile crossed his face. I wasn’t sure if it was look of amusement or satisfaction. Either way it was the catalyst for what was to come. Standing above me at the end of the bed, he moved to pin me in position. Straddling me, my arms locked in position, we continued kissing.
“Have you got long” he asked.
Usually I like quick sessions. Be brief, be bold, be gone. This time I was prepared to break the mould.
“As long as you need me, sir”.
“Good boy” he responded. “Im going to enjoy you”. The way he spoke sent shivers through me. We both knew this was about his enjoyment. Don’t get me wrong, I was a willing participant, but he knew what he wanted, how to get it, and that I’d let him have his way,
Before long, he was rumaging in his bedside table. He took the top off a small brown bottle and, gripping the back of my head, held it to my nose. I was melting under the heady smell.
“Not strong enough for you???”
Out came a second bottle “sniff hard bitch”.
I felt a familiar hot flush as things worked their course. Feeling a little spun out, he knew he had me now.
“Suck my cock”
He didn’t need to ask twice, although it was more of an instruction than a request. He was averagely endowed, uncut and neatly trimmed. Already hard, I rolled back his foreskin and began to suck, making sure my tongue caressed his bell end.
He responded by groaning, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting. “You’re great at that you little slut” he said. I like a little encouragement. It spurs me on, and we continued like this for a good while. I could taste his salty pre cum.
There was, however, no way he was going to let me finish him with my mouth.
“Come up here and kiss me”.
I moved back up the bed and he once again held me by my neck. “Tell me if it’s too much. “ It wasn’t.
“I’m going to destroy you” he said, with a menacing laugh… I was game!
Whilst commanding, he had had a considerate nature. “Are you okay…. Do you want this?” he asked.
I nodded, some-what apprehensively. “Yes”
“Yes what, bitch? As he once again held the bottle to my nose.
“Yes sir!”
I was fucking horny and wanking myself. He toyed with nipples as he looked down to my crotch. “Stop that or I’ll tie you up”. I smiled. He knew.
“I’ve only got one condom” he said. Can I fuck you bare. That’s are hard no from me, and he understood. “Ok I’m going to have to find a way to make this last.” Flipping me over, he spat on my arse. Then, taking some lube,he inserted his finger. He was far from gentle, but there was no pain. This wasn’t a usual finger fucking. He was probing, arching his finger, making me squirm. He’d found the perfect spot between discomfort and pleasure. “I’m all yours sir” - and I truly was. I was putty in his hands.
Next he got up from the bed. Now standing, he pulled me to the side of the bed. Placing my legs over his shoulder and inserting a finger (or maybe a few, I had no idea), he wanked and toyed with me….
“Do you want to fuck?”
“Fuck yes”
With a smile, and his fingers still in my are arse, he curved them upwards as if beckoning me over. I arched my back and squirmed. In ia broken voice, I responded “fuck yes, sir”.
He had me under his complete control, and i knew what came next. Grabbing a condom from the bedside, he didn’t take long to be ready. Then, pulling a couple of pilllows from the bed head, he placed them by my side, and rolled me on to my front, on all fours, with the pillows providing some extra support. The brown bottle landed at my head. I knew what was expected.
With him standing at the edge of the bed, gripping the front of my thighs, he thrust in. Slowly at first, but with every thrust the tempo grew. I gradually slipped further along the bed, but, like a rag doll, he roughly pulled me back. All the while I was edging myself - determined not cum before him. He was also taking control “don’t wank bitch, I bet you’re done once you’ve cum and I don’t want that. Make it last!”
Slap - I wasn’t expecting that. “Is anyone going to see your arse tonight, slut”
“No sir”.
Frankly, I was too in the moment to care. Further blows followed as he had his way.
I thought that this would be the way we’d finish but he had other ideas. Withdrawing, and joining me back on the bed we once again kissed. He pulled off the condom and commanded me to suck him.
“If you spin round I’ll play with your arse and cock, whilst you suck me.”
It was too good an invitation! We were in position in an instant, but I found it hard to maintain my rhythm as he controlled me.
“Now, slut - i want to fuck you with my strap-on.”
I was beginning to understand what he meant by “destroy me.” He could see from my face that I wasn’t sure. “Let’s test you a little - you know you want to try and I know you can do it.” Getting off the bed he pulled a new large strap on vibrator out of a box. It was easily 10 inches, and girthy with it.
In any normal circumstance there’s no way I’d have considered it - but he’d made me so goddamn horny.
“Ok sir - but go easy”
What was I saying?!
Now strapped up, he pulled me, on my back, to the edge of his bed and stared in to my eyes. Placing my legs over his shoulders, he inserted the tip of the strap on, I flinched a little, but nodded approval.
“Not all the way, sir”
He seemed to agree and started to thrust with a considered motion. I started to relax, wanking myself as he thrust. I lost my composure and closed my eyes, which he took as his cue. With all the force of a pneumatic drill he pounded me. There was no stopping him. I could feel that he was all the way in. I’d never had anything so big. I was groaning and saying slower, but he knew I could take more - and I’d regret not seeing this through. He grabbed a discarded sock from the bed and shoved it into my mouth. I let him.
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