IV
I'm in the mall that afternoon. Hot. Haven't eaten breakfast. I just got there in hopes of getting some dick.
It was shameful really. I was grovelling without a grovel-ee.
I realized that it was such a disrespectful display for myself. I went back to my hang-out to eat.
V
I chatted up with someone on the way back.
A very good looking guy in an open relationship. I'm curious about these things.
"Do you have some rules?"
"Yeah... I got to tell the partner first." He typed.
We traded body and face pics. He's a good looking guy, leaner and more defined than me. His skin is almost translucent, like it's glowing or something. A David splashed with flesh tone. Some wonders of Pacific Islander combined with White ancestry.
In a restroom, I took of my jacket, shirt and dropped my pants to my knees.
I got called a stud.
That compliment was like an expensive gem someone would find on the street.
I was overjoyed, but some parts of me couldn't believe the compliment. So i had to double-check with Ace.
"Yes, you are a stud," he texted back.
I felt good.
20140307
20140304
Uncle
I called myself X.
About three miles from where I slept, there's this guy with a day laborer' s body. When I felt him there's a hard shoulder under some padding of fat. Dark skin tone, a real local kine guy.
I woke up so early at Saturday morning and I can't sleep, so I took his invite. I took the bus. I'm in his street, but I had difficulty looking where he is.
"Em hea by the street kornah. The house with the forty-niner flags." I suprised myself on how pidgin smoothly rolled out of me. I still think of myself as new.
"Jus go walk, I'll meechu."
"Any landmarks?"
"What?"
"Landmarks?"
sniggering, "houses." Fucking wiseass.
I went back in the street the second time, it's brighter because it's six already and I saw him, arms perched at the front gate. When I was caressing his scalp later, the back of his head had thinned. I like that.
"It's cold," he said. I agreed and wanted to piss. He told me to piss at the corner of the house. I walked through the well manicured front lawn to a bird of paradise. I wondered why he didn't let me just use the bathroom.
Turns out the other occupants of the house where asleep. With their bedroom door open. In my socks and him barefoot, we went to his room, which gave me the impression that he's living with a family, or maybe with his kids.
Before we got inside. He introduced himself and I told him my name was X. I don't know why I used a fake name.
I let him take the lead, he likes muscular (he asked me) and straight acting (from what I read on his profile). It's feels amazing that I seem to fit both from what he's seeing, I haven't sunk into this new body yet. Though, I'd consider myself stocky..
In his room, a compact cube lined with a TV, boxes, shelves and a desk, he got undressed and set up the porn and reminded me again to keep quiet. He told me that the people wake up at around 7:20, which means we have roughly 30 minutes to work with.
It was a good 20 inch flat screen TV playing 90s porn of muscled guys and clothing that I'd throw away. I take pride in my uniform black jacket, jeans, white shirt, and worn out sneakers.
I left my boxer briefs on when I went to the bed, brushing my crotch to his knee. I waited for his move, and he sucked on my nipple. I got naked.
We seem to have the same height and body type. My skin lighter than his.
"You shame? No shame.."
I smiled. "No, just lazy."
It looked like were just going to masturbate, until he got right on top of me to feed me his cock. I did get to suck on his pit, it was nice a morning dew of someone.
His cock feels nice in my mouth, not as deep as Ace, but deep enough to tickle the back of my throat. He's got good sturdy legs too.
When he got back down to try and fuck me, I went to watching the porn and jack off. He finally got in when I turned around and buried my face into the pillow with my ass up and my hands pulling my cheeks apart. He spared on the lube as he got in me, it stings.
He reminded me to be quiet, I moved his hand from my shoulder to my mouth. No, his paw. Calloused and heavy, damn.
After pumping into me some more, he took himself out. "I don't know if you poz," he said.
I just smiled as he lay on my side.
"Hey Uncle, you like kiss?" As I said these, he shushed me. My normal voice was too loud for him.
I leaned my head to his direction, I'm waiting for his move. He was very slow, but I can felt his breath. It's warm. His kissed softly. Mild. His mustache tickles.
I got bored and just stroked myself to climax, he clamped down his large hand on my mouth to make sure I'm not making any sounds. I arched my back and spasmed.. a little to dramatically. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hand.
He didn't cum. I felt triumphant and a little guilty.
It was 7:10 so we made it in time, we went out in the same manner. He made small talk as I tie my shoes.
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"You go to clubs?"
"No."
"Yeah, I don't do that."
I learned that he's divorced (it looks like his kid's photographs where on his desk). We got out of the gate and arranged to meet next week.
"See you later," I said.
"Bye bu." His reply reminded me of how new I am. (It means "bro")
I didn't know why I used X the second he introduced himself. It felt like to instinctive reaction, since I was playing a character from the beginning. I was very deliberate with my everything, including my voice, speech patterns, and even movements.
For some reason, I felt power. Like I accomplished something. Like this validated what I thought of myself all along: a stud.
However, such veneer is annoying. You can't move freely, but I guess a limit is what makes stuff exciting. The thrill of edging out and being slammed back in.
About three miles from where I slept, there's this guy with a day laborer' s body. When I felt him there's a hard shoulder under some padding of fat. Dark skin tone, a real local kine guy.
I woke up so early at Saturday morning and I can't sleep, so I took his invite. I took the bus. I'm in his street, but I had difficulty looking where he is.
"Em hea by the street kornah. The house with the forty-niner flags." I suprised myself on how pidgin smoothly rolled out of me. I still think of myself as new.
"Jus go walk, I'll meechu."
"Any landmarks?"
"What?"
"Landmarks?"
sniggering, "houses." Fucking wiseass.
I went back in the street the second time, it's brighter because it's six already and I saw him, arms perched at the front gate. When I was caressing his scalp later, the back of his head had thinned. I like that.
"It's cold," he said. I agreed and wanted to piss. He told me to piss at the corner of the house. I walked through the well manicured front lawn to a bird of paradise. I wondered why he didn't let me just use the bathroom.
Turns out the other occupants of the house where asleep. With their bedroom door open. In my socks and him barefoot, we went to his room, which gave me the impression that he's living with a family, or maybe with his kids.
Before we got inside. He introduced himself and I told him my name was X. I don't know why I used a fake name.
I let him take the lead, he likes muscular (he asked me) and straight acting (from what I read on his profile). It's feels amazing that I seem to fit both from what he's seeing, I haven't sunk into this new body yet. Though, I'd consider myself stocky..
In his room, a compact cube lined with a TV, boxes, shelves and a desk, he got undressed and set up the porn and reminded me again to keep quiet. He told me that the people wake up at around 7:20, which means we have roughly 30 minutes to work with.
It was a good 20 inch flat screen TV playing 90s porn of muscled guys and clothing that I'd throw away. I take pride in my uniform black jacket, jeans, white shirt, and worn out sneakers.
I left my boxer briefs on when I went to the bed, brushing my crotch to his knee. I waited for his move, and he sucked on my nipple. I got naked.
We seem to have the same height and body type. My skin lighter than his.
"You shame? No shame.."
I smiled. "No, just lazy."
It looked like were just going to masturbate, until he got right on top of me to feed me his cock. I did get to suck on his pit, it was nice a morning dew of someone.
His cock feels nice in my mouth, not as deep as Ace, but deep enough to tickle the back of my throat. He's got good sturdy legs too.
When he got back down to try and fuck me, I went to watching the porn and jack off. He finally got in when I turned around and buried my face into the pillow with my ass up and my hands pulling my cheeks apart. He spared on the lube as he got in me, it stings.
He reminded me to be quiet, I moved his hand from my shoulder to my mouth. No, his paw. Calloused and heavy, damn.
After pumping into me some more, he took himself out. "I don't know if you poz," he said.
I just smiled as he lay on my side.
"Hey Uncle, you like kiss?" As I said these, he shushed me. My normal voice was too loud for him.
I leaned my head to his direction, I'm waiting for his move. He was very slow, but I can felt his breath. It's warm. His kissed softly. Mild. His mustache tickles.
I got bored and just stroked myself to climax, he clamped down his large hand on my mouth to make sure I'm not making any sounds. I arched my back and spasmed.. a little to dramatically. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hand.
He didn't cum. I felt triumphant and a little guilty.
It was 7:10 so we made it in time, we went out in the same manner. He made small talk as I tie my shoes.
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"You go to clubs?"
"No."
"Yeah, I don't do that."
I learned that he's divorced (it looks like his kid's photographs where on his desk). We got out of the gate and arranged to meet next week.
"See you later," I said.
"Bye bu." His reply reminded me of how new I am. (It means "bro")
I didn't know why I used X the second he introduced himself. It felt like to instinctive reaction, since I was playing a character from the beginning. I was very deliberate with my everything, including my voice, speech patterns, and even movements.
For some reason, I felt power. Like I accomplished something. Like this validated what I thought of myself all along: a stud.
However, such veneer is annoying. You can't move freely, but I guess a limit is what makes stuff exciting. The thrill of edging out and being slammed back in.
20140301
Enough 2
III.
I got a message. OMIGOD a message!
Prof steered from a general question to a meeting. I let him without showing me a more detail photo of himself and giving his stats a second look. He didn't ask for photos either.
He proposed his office in the local university. I was stoked, Prof is a Professor in the university, it's hot and kinky!
I didn't trust my instincts enough, It was screaming no, but I was pushing against the waves.
I moved based on my assumptions.
Me [morning]: In the bus. On my way. Can I ask you for something?
Prof: Sure.
M: Role-play.
P: Can try what do you like?
M: I'm going to fail one class and I need some help or my scholarship would be shit.
I arrived in this dilapidated building in the campus. I later learned it was close to demolition. Inside, it feels like Silent Hill.
I went to the floor where his office was. After landing, all the sides were blocked with doors. I tried my left and right to no avail. The one in front of me opened.
Oh Jesus. I realized by then I should've asked for a photo. I'll admit, I still prey victim to the kind of thinking that things should be of a certain way even if you didn't do the work.
I went inside his office. It was dingy and awful, really the school should take care of its staff.
My imagination got the best of me. He's more like a superintendent or custodian.
He then locked the door, by jamming it with what seems to be a vary small screwdriver as long as my middle finger.
"Do you want to do the role-play?" He's sitting on his office chair in front of an overcrowded desk.
His radio is talking, "something in the girls bathroom... a clog." Static.
"No."
"Let's make ourselves comfortable." He walked over to where I was sitting, a fold-out mattress.
Foreplay was bland. He's probably enjoying it, but I was trying not to show my mental state on my face, which was a combination of repulsion, regret, and self-hatred for being swayed by my most primal instinct and irrational thoughts. He lay on his back while I made out with him, or rather while I sucked his moribund tongue. Move you idiot.
He used generous amounts of hand lotion and his fingers and dick slid in easily, I made it difficult for him by being fucked on my back with my legs up. I was remembering the last time Ace and I fucked, it was the first time on my back (after three years of fucking).
Because he's stomach was in the way, it was a laborious effort from the sounds of his breathing. Wheezes. From where I am, I can see under his nose; lots of white hairs in there. I wondered, if mine will look like that when I'm older. Probably.
We finally went on to spooning, still wheezing. I'm contracting my hole whenever he pulls out and pushing back at him to speed up the process.
He's plunging into me.
Pumping into my tank.
Cleaning my pipes.
Decloging my hole.
He stopped moving. Dead? He was fucking me and he died.
He sighed.
Oh.
My dick was wet, precum or spit I don't know.
He go a roll of paper towel and took out a feet or so with a movement familiar to all janitors and me. I wiped myself and stuffed it in my bag, for some reason I made sure that I never left any traces.
I was mute throughout the whole thing, answering as short as possible.
"So, hit me up when you want to talk or something."
"Yeah."
Later, he texted.
"I came a lot, did you feel that?"
Sure, there was evidence at the toilet. But I can't bring myself to lie, so I didn't answer.
I got a message. OMIGOD a message!
Prof steered from a general question to a meeting. I let him without showing me a more detail photo of himself and giving his stats a second look. He didn't ask for photos either.
He proposed his office in the local university. I was stoked, Prof is a Professor in the university, it's hot and kinky!
I didn't trust my instincts enough, It was screaming no, but I was pushing against the waves.
I moved based on my assumptions.
Me [morning]: In the bus. On my way. Can I ask you for something?
Prof: Sure.
M: Role-play.
P: Can try what do you like?
M: I'm going to fail one class and I need some help or my scholarship would be shit.
I arrived in this dilapidated building in the campus. I later learned it was close to demolition. Inside, it feels like Silent Hill.
I went to the floor where his office was. After landing, all the sides were blocked with doors. I tried my left and right to no avail. The one in front of me opened.
Oh Jesus. I realized by then I should've asked for a photo. I'll admit, I still prey victim to the kind of thinking that things should be of a certain way even if you didn't do the work.
I went inside his office. It was dingy and awful, really the school should take care of its staff.
My imagination got the best of me. He's more like a superintendent or custodian.
He then locked the door, by jamming it with what seems to be a vary small screwdriver as long as my middle finger.
"Do you want to do the role-play?" He's sitting on his office chair in front of an overcrowded desk.
His radio is talking, "something in the girls bathroom... a clog." Static.
"No."
"Let's make ourselves comfortable." He walked over to where I was sitting, a fold-out mattress.
Foreplay was bland. He's probably enjoying it, but I was trying not to show my mental state on my face, which was a combination of repulsion, regret, and self-hatred for being swayed by my most primal instinct and irrational thoughts. He lay on his back while I made out with him, or rather while I sucked his moribund tongue. Move you idiot.
He used generous amounts of hand lotion and his fingers and dick slid in easily, I made it difficult for him by being fucked on my back with my legs up. I was remembering the last time Ace and I fucked, it was the first time on my back (after three years of fucking).
Because he's stomach was in the way, it was a laborious effort from the sounds of his breathing. Wheezes. From where I am, I can see under his nose; lots of white hairs in there. I wondered, if mine will look like that when I'm older. Probably.
We finally went on to spooning, still wheezing. I'm contracting my hole whenever he pulls out and pushing back at him to speed up the process.
He's plunging into me.
Pumping into my tank.
Cleaning my pipes.
Decloging my hole.
He stopped moving. Dead? He was fucking me and he died.
He sighed.
Oh.
My dick was wet, precum or spit I don't know.
He go a roll of paper towel and took out a feet or so with a movement familiar to all janitors and me. I wiped myself and stuffed it in my bag, for some reason I made sure that I never left any traces.
I was mute throughout the whole thing, answering as short as possible.
"So, hit me up when you want to talk or something."
"Yeah."
Later, he texted.
"I came a lot, did you feel that?"
Sure, there was evidence at the toilet. But I can't bring myself to lie, so I didn't answer.
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