ravenstar
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This is a short erotica piece - I hope - from a collection of erotic fantasy stories I'm considering writing. I'd really love your feedback on it. What works, what doesn't, etc?
*****
Open Door
It started as a fantasy. A moment of weakness turned on to the erotic potential of a meaningless, afternoon encounter.
The day began as any other. I woke up, shaved and threw myself into a too hot shower, followed by a too cold rinse to ensure my brain was clear and my arse was clean. Chores completed and groceries purchased, I was left at a loose end, and no idea how to spend the rest of my Wednesday afternoon free of work.
An hour or so of watching hot guys jerk it on cam and I was left with the alternative of taking care of myself or somehow finding another guy with nothing to do but cum.
Having heard of the entertainment that can be found on the List, I went to see who was in the neighbourhood. No one really caught my attention and I came to the decision that today had to be something different. I wasn't interested in trolling the local park for action; I wasn't interested in leaving the house.
Aug 27 – Tap This – 24 (Sydney)
24 year old horny, 6'1, dark hair, smooth tight arse. You arrive, I'm on my knees on the floor naked, don't speak. Just fuck me and go. Send pic or don't bother.
The ad on the list appeared 20 minutes later. The first email arrived almost a minute after that. It's amazing to me how many people will send pictures of their cocks and faces for the off-chance they'll be selected to play “fill my hole”. Young, old, people you would expect to be trolling the web, people you would think would have no shortage of guys offering up willing holes to be filled and probed.
I selected one guy, a mountain of a guy, in his 40's. If the cock in the picture was his it would be an effort to take it, but this was a once in a life time afternoon and there's no point sitting on the pot if you're not going to shit so to speak.
I emailed him my address, telling him the back door would be unlocked. I thought that was a bit cute, particularly as my back door was already clenching tightly at the thought of taking his hard cock. According to his email he was 8 inches of thick, cut action. Given the reality of internet inches I would have been happy with 6, and wouldn't have been surprised at 5, after all, who can you trust, if not a complete stranger on the internet?
We agreed on a time and I set about getting myself ready. As I showered I fingered my hole, making sure it was nice and clean, but also a little looser than normal. Drying off I went into the bedroom and inserted a butt plug, squeezing my cheeks tightly against the heavy weight inside me. As the time drew nearer, I took out the plug and went to assume the position.
First I threw a cushion on the floor, something to rest my head on if it came to that. Positioning my naked body so my bare, open arse was facing the screen doors at the back of the house. I heard a car pull up outside and I admit I had a brief moment of second thought. It wasn't too late to lock the door, and put my clothes back on. Claim ignorance of the message. I hadn't sent a picture or anything so I could have gotten away with it.
As I fought against my indecision I heard the screen door open, sliding against the linoleum kitchen floor. Heavy boots slammed against the floor and the moment of backing out was gone. I heard an intake of breath and a growl come from my afternoon suitor.
Arrogant or not, I look good. I work hard for it. I eat clean, work out, don't drink or smoke. I'm vain. I admit it. I get just as turned on watching myself in the mirror as I do when I've got a hard dick raging down my throat.
I could hear keys jangling, and then a belt buckle hit the floor as whatever pants he was wearing came free of his body. Then silence. I imagined him, now naked stroking himself hard, watching my willing arse. So I wiggled it a bit, side to side, tempting the bull to make a charge.
On my knees, resting on my forearms, my arse high I knew he liked what he was seeing, and that thought alone started to cause my own cock to swell.
“Dammit” I thought “I should have included having him blow too, now I'm going to be horny as fuck and have to take care of it myself anyway.”
I heard footsteps coming towards me. A heavy calloused hand gently stroked the skin of my bare back. An unexpected moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. A finger circled my hole, followed a second later by the spit from his mouth.
Without care or thought he pushed his thick fingers into me. I gasped. I wasn't used to being used, but the fantasy had been so strong. I don't know what I expected but to have a finger slammed into me like that was a surprise.
I arched my back, pushing back against the finger inside me. I felt it slide into me until I knew he was inserted as far as the finger could go. He withdrew the finger, clamping his other hand tight at my neck, holding me in place, before slamming the finger back inside, all the way to the knuckle.
The anonymity of the situation was turning me on much more than I had thought. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to turn around, see this mountain man, watch him use me. I really should have thought my way through this idea better. Now I was trapped facing the wrong way, unable to suggest alternatives. Well, I probably could have but I couldn't work up the courage to speak.
The heavy weight of his hand on my neck, and the penetrating of his finger, sliding in and out of me was causing my cock to harden. I was tempted to reach under and stroke myself, but that wasn't part of the arrangement.
A second finger joined the first, followed by a third. I could feel myself stretching and I could feel and hear the moans and the gasps as they escaped my mouth. It could have been a second, a minute or an hour later, when I felt his hard on brush against the back of my leg. First time ever that internet inches had been lower than what it seemed was about to go in me.
I held my breath waiting, but nothing happened. Then the hand lifted off my neck. Had the bastard wanked or something. Was it over. I was just about to move when I felt his body weight lie against my back, his warm breath against my ear.
“Don't move little one” he whispered “we're going to play this my way”.
Before I could do anything I felt a soft mask slide over my face and the already darkened room when black as night. I couldn't see a thing. I felt strong hands grab my arms and flip me over, my back hitting in the floor with a thud. My arms held tightly above my head, thick legs pushing my own legs apart until the tendons and muscles strained.
He moved. His weight centred on my chest and I knew he was straddling me. I felt his cock slap against my face. I turned my head and before I knew it my face was clamped tightly by the chin. He let go of my arms as I moved my head from side to side, trying to break his grip.
“Open wide” he said, a deep, rough voice that told me no matter what I did I was going to be opening my mouth pretty quickly. I continued to refuse, the stronger the hand on my jaw became, the harder my cock was growing. This may not have been exactly what I'd outlined in the email, but it was fucking with my head and making me want nothing more than to have my mouth opened for me.
I continued to struggle against the hand on my jaw, letting my mind go to town. How was he going to get that dick in my mouth? Would he block off my nose forcing me to open my mouth to breathe? Would he just force his fingers into my mouth, opening it by sheer force? I was struggling not to open it for him by gasping as my cock and balls got thicker and tighter.
“Don't make me open you” he demanded “be a good boy.”
Taking my cue I muttered from between clenched teeth “go to hell bastard”.
I heard him chuckle and I admit, I sort of grinned at that. I couldn't help it. Not really the right way for a submissive to behave, but hell, this was my first go at this and I've already said I'm an arrogant bastard.
I don't know what I expected but it wasn't the gentle touch of his hand on my cock. He must have reached around because the hand on my jaw never let up its pressure. Out of nowhere, in that dark and now seriously erotic place I found myself, the gentle, feather like touches of his finger as it at stroked the engorged head of my dick sent electric impulses through my body in ways I'd never experienced before.
I moved my hip, trying to rub myself against him and the finger stopped. A slight whimper escaped me as I continued to thrust my cock around blindly. The he chuckled again. Prick. If I wasn't so turned on I'd have kicked him out.
I felt the roughness of his finger again, stroking gently against the underside of my cocks head. The gentleness of it, combined with his heavy weight and the forcefulness of the hand on my jaw was driving me mental. Slowly I felt him wrap his hand around my shaft, dragging a finger nail down the thick blue vein. I felt him stroke me, slowly, then maddeningly slower. As the gentle stroking continued, his fingers against my jaw tightened.
“Do as you're told boy” he muttered “and I'll make it stop.”
Was he mad, there was nothing I'd do to make this combination of pleasure and pain stop. Just as I started to leak a little, he moved his hand down to my balls. Leaving my dick alone, he wrapped his hand around my sack and slowly started to squeeze. The pressure inside his hand mirrored the pressure inside me as my balls were pushed together, slowly, slowly, with no let up in sight.
I gasped as pleasure and pain turned to pain and pain and it was all he needed. I felt the hand come off my jaw, leather straps slam against my cheeks as he hurriedly put a gag in place. My head was lifted off the floor, and as he tightened the straps against the back of my head, I felt cold metal forcing my mouth open.
I'd seen these gags in videos but had never seen them or used them before in real life. The polished metal didn't hurt but the unnaturally held open jaw was going to be a problem. I thrashed my head from side to side and pretended to be a little bit more freaked out than I was.
A finger slid against my tongue, sliding as far into my mouth as he could push it. I gagged at that point and he chuckled again. Why couldn't he laugh like a normal person. That chuckle was beginning to annoy me.
I felt him shift his weight off my body and I knew what was coming. His cock slid into my mouth, replacing his finger, and I wondered how big the opening on the gag was cause it seemed like he was trying to slide a teenager’s leg into my mouth.
I worked harder than ever before not to gag, and as he developed his rhythm, in, out, fast, faster, slow, maddeningly slow, I licked and tried to suck around the gag. Given I couldn't move my mouth, it was more difficult than I had thought it would be. All I could do was moan and move my tongue, but it seemed to be working.
His cock continued to swell, filling my mouth to such a degree I was sure I was going to choke on it. Salty pre-cum began to leak into me, decorating my tongue and dribbling down my throat.
His cock was removed and I found my tongue sliding out of my mouth, desperate for one last taste, trying in vain to flick the head of his dick, to find the pre cum one more time.
This time he did laugh. Deep and throaty if you'll pardon the pun.
I felt him pull open my legs and liberally wash my hole with lube. Thick fingers pushed the lube into me and I had a split seconds concerned that he was going to bare back me. That had not been part of the arrangement, but then again neither had being gagged and sucking him. I was about to panic when I heard the condom packet tear open.
Given the mixture of pleasure and pain, I was uncertain how he'd enter me. Fast and hard, slow and steady. I had no idea and the fingers working me where causing so much pleasure I was prepared for anything. His cock replaced his fingers, pushing against my hole. I tried to gasp, to remember to breath.
After a couple of tentative jabs of his cock head, he pushed himself into me. It felt like forever. Then it stopped. For seconds he just left it there, doing nothing, as my hole widened and the pain became an ache. That wasn't too bad actually, and I began to re-evaluate my belief he'd been the first to reduce his cock size on the internet. It couldn't have been more than 5 inches or so. It was thick, but 5 inches I could take.
Just as I getting comfortable I felt him withdraw, not all the way, about half. He lifted my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders, and then pushed himself into me all the way. It seemed to last forever and I realised he'd only been in me half way when he stopped.
His cock pushed into me with all the power of a punch and I was sure he was poking into a kidney or something. The pain was intense, and as he pushed and withdrew I lost all thought of anything beyond the combination of pleasure and pain as he fucked me like I'd asked for. Used me.
My legs slid down the side of his body and I felt his tongue flickering against my nipples. Teeth grazed sensitive skin as his cock continued to explore the insides of my body. I moaned, and gasped, my cock throbbing and my body on fire where teeth, tongue and cock touched it.
His mouth moved away from my nipples and I felt him tug at the straps around my face. The gag slid free, landing in a heap and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. It felt like I was being filled to breaking point.
As his cock pounded my more than willing arse, his tongue slammed into my mouth, exploring the inside, tangling with my own as I gasped around him. My arms wrapped around his body, moving over his muscled back, coming to rest against the sides of his face. He continued to kiss me in a way that was more forceful than having his dick pound me.
My cock, trapped between our two bodies took on a life of its own and as I felt my own pre-cum lubricate our two bodies I knew that if this didn't stop soon I was going to blow my load all over the place.
“Let it go boy” he growled into my ear, his tongue licking at the lobe, his teeth biting the tender skin beneath my ear.
As my breathing began to quicken and my cock began to prepare to cum, I threw back my head, preparing to blow a load. I heard that infuriating chuckle again, as he moved his hand and clamped it behind my head. Just as my load was about to erupt he slammed his mouth over mine, his tongue burying deep into me.
My body shuddered and I struggled for air as my orgasm poured over both of us. His movement spread the hot fluid all over our stomachs and I thought for sure I was going to pass out from both the intensity of the orgasm and the lack of oxygen.
Slowly he lifted his head from mine and I gasped gratefully at the cool winter air, sucking it down hard and fast into my body. My breathing steadied as I felt him withdraw from my body. Had he cum when I did. That thought made hot as hell.
Light flooded my eyes as he removed the mask. As my eyes readjusted to the light in the room I realised he'd done everything with the lights turned on, no hidden mystery at all. He'd seen clearly while I'd been in the dark.
I got sight of his face, flushed and bearded, and then saw the weapon he'd used to fill me engorged and in his hand, loaded like a gun about to go off in my face.
“Where do you want it boy?”
I didn't speak, I just opened my mouth. He repositioned himself, holding the glistening head just an inch or so away from my mouth. The first spurt took my mouth hard, slamming into the back of my throat, the next two were just as forceful, the first hitting my tongue and the third my chin. I lapped up what I could and swallowed what I'd given.
He lay beside me on the floor, and reached over and wiped the thick string of cum from my chin, pushing his finger into my mouth and feeding it too me.
I just lay there panting. My own cum was still wet on my body as his made its way down to my belly. I caught my breath and stared as he stood and walked away. I watched as he picked up a bag, threw the gag and mask into it. I watched as he walked to the kitchen where his clothes lay in a heap on the floor. I watched as he got dressed and sat at the kitchen table to put on his boots.
“Thank you.” I managed to say, which was totally not what I had expected to say. I hadn't expected to say anything.
He just looked at me and smiled. I watched as he stood, picked his keys up off the counter and finally I watched as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
I lay on the floor naked for a while before dragging myself into the shower, to wash away the dried cum and to ease the ache in my arse. Dressed in only a robe I walked back to the kitchen and opened my laptop, there were another dozen emails from my add on the List. I deleted them without opening them. I saw his email sitting there, and I considered keeping it, but in the end I deleted them all.
As I made my way to the sink to fill up the kettle I saw it sitting on the bench. The gag I'd seen him throw in his bag. It hadn't been there when I went to have a shower and I realised I'd forgotten to lock the door. He'd been in my house while I was in the shower. That made my dick twitch, just a little.
Beneath the gag was a note. It was short.
Thank you yourself, if you ever want to use the gag again call me.
I looked at the note and picked it up. I crumpled it up into a ball and threw it in the bin. As I turned to make my coffee, the gag taunted me from the bench. I went and retrieved the note, sticking it in my pocket.
Who knows, maybe I will give him a call again. But not for a few days, I don't want to look desperate.
*****
Open Door
It started as a fantasy. A moment of weakness turned on to the erotic potential of a meaningless, afternoon encounter.
The day began as any other. I woke up, shaved and threw myself into a too hot shower, followed by a too cold rinse to ensure my brain was clear and my arse was clean. Chores completed and groceries purchased, I was left at a loose end, and no idea how to spend the rest of my Wednesday afternoon free of work.
An hour or so of watching hot guys jerk it on cam and I was left with the alternative of taking care of myself or somehow finding another guy with nothing to do but cum.
Having heard of the entertainment that can be found on the List, I went to see who was in the neighbourhood. No one really caught my attention and I came to the decision that today had to be something different. I wasn't interested in trolling the local park for action; I wasn't interested in leaving the house.
Aug 27 – Tap This – 24 (Sydney)
24 year old horny, 6'1, dark hair, smooth tight arse. You arrive, I'm on my knees on the floor naked, don't speak. Just fuck me and go. Send pic or don't bother.
The ad on the list appeared 20 minutes later. The first email arrived almost a minute after that. It's amazing to me how many people will send pictures of their cocks and faces for the off-chance they'll be selected to play “fill my hole”. Young, old, people you would expect to be trolling the web, people you would think would have no shortage of guys offering up willing holes to be filled and probed.
I selected one guy, a mountain of a guy, in his 40's. If the cock in the picture was his it would be an effort to take it, but this was a once in a life time afternoon and there's no point sitting on the pot if you're not going to shit so to speak.
I emailed him my address, telling him the back door would be unlocked. I thought that was a bit cute, particularly as my back door was already clenching tightly at the thought of taking his hard cock. According to his email he was 8 inches of thick, cut action. Given the reality of internet inches I would have been happy with 6, and wouldn't have been surprised at 5, after all, who can you trust, if not a complete stranger on the internet?
We agreed on a time and I set about getting myself ready. As I showered I fingered my hole, making sure it was nice and clean, but also a little looser than normal. Drying off I went into the bedroom and inserted a butt plug, squeezing my cheeks tightly against the heavy weight inside me. As the time drew nearer, I took out the plug and went to assume the position.
First I threw a cushion on the floor, something to rest my head on if it came to that. Positioning my naked body so my bare, open arse was facing the screen doors at the back of the house. I heard a car pull up outside and I admit I had a brief moment of second thought. It wasn't too late to lock the door, and put my clothes back on. Claim ignorance of the message. I hadn't sent a picture or anything so I could have gotten away with it.
As I fought against my indecision I heard the screen door open, sliding against the linoleum kitchen floor. Heavy boots slammed against the floor and the moment of backing out was gone. I heard an intake of breath and a growl come from my afternoon suitor.
Arrogant or not, I look good. I work hard for it. I eat clean, work out, don't drink or smoke. I'm vain. I admit it. I get just as turned on watching myself in the mirror as I do when I've got a hard dick raging down my throat.
I could hear keys jangling, and then a belt buckle hit the floor as whatever pants he was wearing came free of his body. Then silence. I imagined him, now naked stroking himself hard, watching my willing arse. So I wiggled it a bit, side to side, tempting the bull to make a charge.
On my knees, resting on my forearms, my arse high I knew he liked what he was seeing, and that thought alone started to cause my own cock to swell.
“Dammit” I thought “I should have included having him blow too, now I'm going to be horny as fuck and have to take care of it myself anyway.”
I heard footsteps coming towards me. A heavy calloused hand gently stroked the skin of my bare back. An unexpected moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. A finger circled my hole, followed a second later by the spit from his mouth.
Without care or thought he pushed his thick fingers into me. I gasped. I wasn't used to being used, but the fantasy had been so strong. I don't know what I expected but to have a finger slammed into me like that was a surprise.
I arched my back, pushing back against the finger inside me. I felt it slide into me until I knew he was inserted as far as the finger could go. He withdrew the finger, clamping his other hand tight at my neck, holding me in place, before slamming the finger back inside, all the way to the knuckle.
The anonymity of the situation was turning me on much more than I had thought. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to turn around, see this mountain man, watch him use me. I really should have thought my way through this idea better. Now I was trapped facing the wrong way, unable to suggest alternatives. Well, I probably could have but I couldn't work up the courage to speak.
The heavy weight of his hand on my neck, and the penetrating of his finger, sliding in and out of me was causing my cock to harden. I was tempted to reach under and stroke myself, but that wasn't part of the arrangement.
A second finger joined the first, followed by a third. I could feel myself stretching and I could feel and hear the moans and the gasps as they escaped my mouth. It could have been a second, a minute or an hour later, when I felt his hard on brush against the back of my leg. First time ever that internet inches had been lower than what it seemed was about to go in me.
I held my breath waiting, but nothing happened. Then the hand lifted off my neck. Had the bastard wanked or something. Was it over. I was just about to move when I felt his body weight lie against my back, his warm breath against my ear.
“Don't move little one” he whispered “we're going to play this my way”.
Before I could do anything I felt a soft mask slide over my face and the already darkened room when black as night. I couldn't see a thing. I felt strong hands grab my arms and flip me over, my back hitting in the floor with a thud. My arms held tightly above my head, thick legs pushing my own legs apart until the tendons and muscles strained.
He moved. His weight centred on my chest and I knew he was straddling me. I felt his cock slap against my face. I turned my head and before I knew it my face was clamped tightly by the chin. He let go of my arms as I moved my head from side to side, trying to break his grip.
“Open wide” he said, a deep, rough voice that told me no matter what I did I was going to be opening my mouth pretty quickly. I continued to refuse, the stronger the hand on my jaw became, the harder my cock was growing. This may not have been exactly what I'd outlined in the email, but it was fucking with my head and making me want nothing more than to have my mouth opened for me.
I continued to struggle against the hand on my jaw, letting my mind go to town. How was he going to get that dick in my mouth? Would he block off my nose forcing me to open my mouth to breathe? Would he just force his fingers into my mouth, opening it by sheer force? I was struggling not to open it for him by gasping as my cock and balls got thicker and tighter.
“Don't make me open you” he demanded “be a good boy.”
Taking my cue I muttered from between clenched teeth “go to hell bastard”.
I heard him chuckle and I admit, I sort of grinned at that. I couldn't help it. Not really the right way for a submissive to behave, but hell, this was my first go at this and I've already said I'm an arrogant bastard.
I don't know what I expected but it wasn't the gentle touch of his hand on my cock. He must have reached around because the hand on my jaw never let up its pressure. Out of nowhere, in that dark and now seriously erotic place I found myself, the gentle, feather like touches of his finger as it at stroked the engorged head of my dick sent electric impulses through my body in ways I'd never experienced before.
I moved my hip, trying to rub myself against him and the finger stopped. A slight whimper escaped me as I continued to thrust my cock around blindly. The he chuckled again. Prick. If I wasn't so turned on I'd have kicked him out.
I felt the roughness of his finger again, stroking gently against the underside of my cocks head. The gentleness of it, combined with his heavy weight and the forcefulness of the hand on my jaw was driving me mental. Slowly I felt him wrap his hand around my shaft, dragging a finger nail down the thick blue vein. I felt him stroke me, slowly, then maddeningly slower. As the gentle stroking continued, his fingers against my jaw tightened.
“Do as you're told boy” he muttered “and I'll make it stop.”
Was he mad, there was nothing I'd do to make this combination of pleasure and pain stop. Just as I started to leak a little, he moved his hand down to my balls. Leaving my dick alone, he wrapped his hand around my sack and slowly started to squeeze. The pressure inside his hand mirrored the pressure inside me as my balls were pushed together, slowly, slowly, with no let up in sight.
I gasped as pleasure and pain turned to pain and pain and it was all he needed. I felt the hand come off my jaw, leather straps slam against my cheeks as he hurriedly put a gag in place. My head was lifted off the floor, and as he tightened the straps against the back of my head, I felt cold metal forcing my mouth open.
I'd seen these gags in videos but had never seen them or used them before in real life. The polished metal didn't hurt but the unnaturally held open jaw was going to be a problem. I thrashed my head from side to side and pretended to be a little bit more freaked out than I was.
A finger slid against my tongue, sliding as far into my mouth as he could push it. I gagged at that point and he chuckled again. Why couldn't he laugh like a normal person. That chuckle was beginning to annoy me.
I felt him shift his weight off my body and I knew what was coming. His cock slid into my mouth, replacing his finger, and I wondered how big the opening on the gag was cause it seemed like he was trying to slide a teenager’s leg into my mouth.
I worked harder than ever before not to gag, and as he developed his rhythm, in, out, fast, faster, slow, maddeningly slow, I licked and tried to suck around the gag. Given I couldn't move my mouth, it was more difficult than I had thought it would be. All I could do was moan and move my tongue, but it seemed to be working.
His cock continued to swell, filling my mouth to such a degree I was sure I was going to choke on it. Salty pre-cum began to leak into me, decorating my tongue and dribbling down my throat.
His cock was removed and I found my tongue sliding out of my mouth, desperate for one last taste, trying in vain to flick the head of his dick, to find the pre cum one more time.
This time he did laugh. Deep and throaty if you'll pardon the pun.
I felt him pull open my legs and liberally wash my hole with lube. Thick fingers pushed the lube into me and I had a split seconds concerned that he was going to bare back me. That had not been part of the arrangement, but then again neither had being gagged and sucking him. I was about to panic when I heard the condom packet tear open.
Given the mixture of pleasure and pain, I was uncertain how he'd enter me. Fast and hard, slow and steady. I had no idea and the fingers working me where causing so much pleasure I was prepared for anything. His cock replaced his fingers, pushing against my hole. I tried to gasp, to remember to breath.
After a couple of tentative jabs of his cock head, he pushed himself into me. It felt like forever. Then it stopped. For seconds he just left it there, doing nothing, as my hole widened and the pain became an ache. That wasn't too bad actually, and I began to re-evaluate my belief he'd been the first to reduce his cock size on the internet. It couldn't have been more than 5 inches or so. It was thick, but 5 inches I could take.
Just as I getting comfortable I felt him withdraw, not all the way, about half. He lifted my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders, and then pushed himself into me all the way. It seemed to last forever and I realised he'd only been in me half way when he stopped.
His cock pushed into me with all the power of a punch and I was sure he was poking into a kidney or something. The pain was intense, and as he pushed and withdrew I lost all thought of anything beyond the combination of pleasure and pain as he fucked me like I'd asked for. Used me.
My legs slid down the side of his body and I felt his tongue flickering against my nipples. Teeth grazed sensitive skin as his cock continued to explore the insides of my body. I moaned, and gasped, my cock throbbing and my body on fire where teeth, tongue and cock touched it.
His mouth moved away from my nipples and I felt him tug at the straps around my face. The gag slid free, landing in a heap and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. It felt like I was being filled to breaking point.
As his cock pounded my more than willing arse, his tongue slammed into my mouth, exploring the inside, tangling with my own as I gasped around him. My arms wrapped around his body, moving over his muscled back, coming to rest against the sides of his face. He continued to kiss me in a way that was more forceful than having his dick pound me.
My cock, trapped between our two bodies took on a life of its own and as I felt my own pre-cum lubricate our two bodies I knew that if this didn't stop soon I was going to blow my load all over the place.
“Let it go boy” he growled into my ear, his tongue licking at the lobe, his teeth biting the tender skin beneath my ear.
As my breathing began to quicken and my cock began to prepare to cum, I threw back my head, preparing to blow a load. I heard that infuriating chuckle again, as he moved his hand and clamped it behind my head. Just as my load was about to erupt he slammed his mouth over mine, his tongue burying deep into me.
My body shuddered and I struggled for air as my orgasm poured over both of us. His movement spread the hot fluid all over our stomachs and I thought for sure I was going to pass out from both the intensity of the orgasm and the lack of oxygen.
Slowly he lifted his head from mine and I gasped gratefully at the cool winter air, sucking it down hard and fast into my body. My breathing steadied as I felt him withdraw from my body. Had he cum when I did. That thought made hot as hell.
Light flooded my eyes as he removed the mask. As my eyes readjusted to the light in the room I realised he'd done everything with the lights turned on, no hidden mystery at all. He'd seen clearly while I'd been in the dark.
I got sight of his face, flushed and bearded, and then saw the weapon he'd used to fill me engorged and in his hand, loaded like a gun about to go off in my face.
“Where do you want it boy?”
I didn't speak, I just opened my mouth. He repositioned himself, holding the glistening head just an inch or so away from my mouth. The first spurt took my mouth hard, slamming into the back of my throat, the next two were just as forceful, the first hitting my tongue and the third my chin. I lapped up what I could and swallowed what I'd given.
He lay beside me on the floor, and reached over and wiped the thick string of cum from my chin, pushing his finger into my mouth and feeding it too me.
I just lay there panting. My own cum was still wet on my body as his made its way down to my belly. I caught my breath and stared as he stood and walked away. I watched as he picked up a bag, threw the gag and mask into it. I watched as he walked to the kitchen where his clothes lay in a heap on the floor. I watched as he got dressed and sat at the kitchen table to put on his boots.
“Thank you.” I managed to say, which was totally not what I had expected to say. I hadn't expected to say anything.
He just looked at me and smiled. I watched as he stood, picked his keys up off the counter and finally I watched as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
I lay on the floor naked for a while before dragging myself into the shower, to wash away the dried cum and to ease the ache in my arse. Dressed in only a robe I walked back to the kitchen and opened my laptop, there were another dozen emails from my add on the List. I deleted them without opening them. I saw his email sitting there, and I considered keeping it, but in the end I deleted them all.
As I made my way to the sink to fill up the kettle I saw it sitting on the bench. The gag I'd seen him throw in his bag. It hadn't been there when I went to have a shower and I realised I'd forgotten to lock the door. He'd been in my house while I was in the shower. That made my dick twitch, just a little.
Beneath the gag was a note. It was short.
Thank you yourself, if you ever want to use the gag again call me.
I looked at the note and picked it up. I crumpled it up into a ball and threw it in the bin. As I turned to make my coffee, the gag taunted me from the bench. I went and retrieved the note, sticking it in my pocket.
Who knows, maybe I will give him a call again. But not for a few days, I don't want to look desperate.
Glad you liked it though mate 
