Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 23:54:12 -0700
From: Another Cheater <anothercheater@gmail.com>
Subject: Cheaters Gone Wild 1

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Cheaters Gone Wild 1

	The ocean breeze did nothing to stop the sweat
from pouring off of Derek's face and dripping onto my
back.  I was on all fours taking an intense pounding.
We were going at it for almost two hours already and
the sleazy motel room was filled with the stink of
sweat, piss and cum.  But I loved every minute of it.
And while he roughly fucked his first load back into
my cum- and piss-sloppy ass, I instinctively clutched
at the sheets trying to get away.  Derek wouldn't let
that happen, though, and his fingers dugs into my
hips to pull me back onto his cock while thrusting
forward with the full force of his two-hundred pound
frame.  I was knocked off-balance as thoughts were
whirling through my mind, wondering if I'd have to
hide his rough handling when I got home, whether the
ring on his finger would leave a mark, and how I
lucky I was to have met him almost seven years ago.
	It was the big dot-com bust and I was working
at a firm that was starting to shut its doors.
Thankfully, the higher-ups found it tacky running the
business to the ground and sticking a note on the
door for everyone to go home.  Instead, they
announced their intentions of finishing up existing
contracts and closing up shop unless they found a
buyer that would take on the assets... and all the
huge liabilities.
	So, I watched all my friends and co-workers get
laid off, scores of offices and cubicles emptied out,
and even whole floors uninhabited aside from the army
of monitors and computers solemnly gathering dust,
waiting to be turned-on for a purpose.  And I sat
among them.  Bored like all the other equipment
around me that have dozed off and started their sleep
cycles, I hunted the personals section of
craigslist.org for a good diversion.  Hell, I was the
only one in my department and I was a week off from
my last service contract, so why not surf the net for
some porn?  I had them by the balls, anyway.  I was
the only one left that could finish the job.
	I only browsed craigslist as a source of porn,
really.  I just started seeing this one guy that
pretty much swept my feet away.  Hot as fuck and the
sweetest person I've ever met.  Too bad he was pretty
vanilla in bed.  I, on the other hand, have pretty
much done everything you could think of... at least
once.  I generally consider myself a top, which left
my kinda restless.  So sometimes I seek out venues to
safely unleash some sexual energy.
        I think this was before craigslist started
offering people a place to post their pictures.  The
ads were just as sleazy, but left a lot more to the
imagination.  Guys looking for anonymous sex while in
LA on a business conference, but without the picture
of the ass up in the air to destroy the anonymity.
Bi guys looking to be used in both ends by big black
cocks even though their faces are still slimy with
cunt juice.  Bottoms looking for as much cum as they
can get.  Sleazy and text-based, perfect in case one
of the ten people left in the company decided to
creep up on me, though it still doesn't hide the bone
I throw nor the cum seeping through my underwear and
staining my jeans.
        But I was browsing and something caught my eye.
Though I generally prefer being a top, there was
something irresistible about the ad.  He was a self-
proclaimed "alpha-male."  About 5'10" with a beefy
build.  Married.  Late thirties and settled in life
and into his body.  And just needed a younger
cocksucker to help milk out his three-day load.
        There was a no-nonsense attitude that I liked
about the ad.  Straight-forward and to the point.
And though I generally like the contrast of a smaller
guy like me dominating a bigger guy and pumping his
ass full of my cock, I was curious about how I'd
react to a guy as cocky and aggressive as he claimed
to be.  It wasn't too long ago that I was pure bottom
and I wondered if he would be aggressive enough to
take me back to that place.
        So, I did what I never did: I replied to the
ad.  I included a couple of pics of me that I had to
dig out of some site I had a long time ago and
immediately got a response.  He was close, using the
wi-fi connection at the Starbucks down the street.
The possibility of something actually happening just
increased with his close proximity, making me pretty
uneasy.  I wasn't even sure I wanted to go through
with it.  But his reply, was so direct and forward
that I almost shot my load.  He wanted me to send him
my address and answer the door naked and ready to get
my skull fucked.  I had to explain that I was at
work, but there were several offices that we could
use.  His reply?
        "You still didn't give me your address, boy."
        Attached was a picture of a hairy beefy irish
guy.  Just as his ad described.  Shaved head and a
good build.  One that made it clear that he worked
out every now and then and could crush me if he
wanted to, but also a little soft in the middle.
Unapologetically aggressive and hyper-masculine.  I
immediately sent him the address and waited
downstairs by the elevators for him to arrive.
        I saw him outside walking up the steps and into
the building and immediately knew it was him.  He
walked with confidence and purpose.  His build showed
through his dress shirt and slacks.  But his face
didn't quite match.  To this day, I'm not so sure
that picture is one of him, as I'm sure he's trying
to protect his marriage.
        With a firm handshake, he ordered "Show me the
office."
        Nervously, I called the elevator and we rode it
together in silence.  I was fidgety with anticipation
that was also showing through my jeans.  He was calm
and collected, totally at peace with the silence and
of the situation.  He was obviously comfortable with
being in charge.  I practically lunged at him when I
closed the door to the office and locked it but he
held me off by grabbing a fistful of hair.  Holding
my head back as if to examine me and see if I was
worth it, he suddenly spat in my face.
        "Not 'til I'm ready, fuckin' cunt," he barked
before pushing me to my knees.  "Take my pants off,"
he ordered.
        I was a bit dazed at being degraded like that
and started to unbuckle his belt without really
realizing what I was doing or that I had acquiesced
to his will.  Meanwhile, he unbuttoned his shirt and
kicked off his shoes.
        I was in awe at his naked form.  Pure
masculinity was before me as I worshipped on my knees
in front of him.  Classifying him as a bear or
anything else just didn't do him justice.  A
developed chest topped by broad shoulders.  Lats that
were strong enough to let you know his back was just
as strong as his front and to draw your eyes down to
his cock.  A gut thick, unaffected, yet firm.  His
body was natural, not formed to someone else's idea
of what was attractive, down to the light fur that
dusted his front that have obviously never been
messed with or trimmed.  His body aligned with his
attitude.  Naturally firm and unapologetic.
        And with a smirk, he leaned up against the wall
and ordered me to strip.
        I did so acutely aware of all my deficiencies
and insecurities.  The way I obsessed over my abs and
chest at the gym, trying to shape my geek body into
something different.  And he stood there and took it
all in.  I don't think I was sized up by how I
looked, but how I react to my own body, how self-
conscious and insecure I was about it.  He never told
me what body type turned him on, never mentioned what
he was looking for.  So I kept wondering.  I seemed
to please him, but his cock didn't show it.
        His cock was thick as hell, but not even mildly
erect.  And I instantly knew I was his, because I
felt a major sense of loss and abandonment while his
flaccid cock dangled in front of me.  I knew that in
the brief moment that we've been together, my
attitude instantly changed and all I wanted to do was
to please him.  I'd do anything for just one word of
encouragement or pleasure, letting me know I was
doing something right for him.  At that moment, any
sign that he was into me would have made me shot my
load.  He quite simply managed to own me in just five
minutes.
        But I shouldn't have worried.  He had other
plans.  The paused lasted forever.  Like a sinner
waiting for the gavel to strike in front of a judge,
I waited for his punishment.  And I knew he wouldn't
relent.  He grabbed my ears and buried my nose in his
crotch.  The scent made my cock throb.  I could
vaguely tell that he showered in the morning, but
managed to bake in his undies.  His piss and cum
stains on the briefs lying by my knees let me know
that he's been at that Starbucks for awhile now.  I
could still smell the precum and the coffee that's
been filtered through his cock slit.
        He then let go of one ear and squeezed my
cheeks to pry my mouth open.  After forcing his dick
down my throat I realized why he was soft.  He didn't
have any intention of filling my throat with cum.  At
least, not at first.  He let out a squirt of piss
that shocked and choked me.  It poured out of my
mouth and onto the carpet of the office.  I
immediately began to panic, realizing how much
control I've given up to this man I didn't even know
the name of.  I panicked at the thought of my
coworkers realizing the office smelled of a urinal
and realizing what happened with my tussled hair.  I
started to resist and use my hands on his thight as
leverage, but he held me in a firm grip.  He pulled
my head back and spat on my face.
        "Swallow it down, fuckin' cock-sucker."
        Amazingly, those words didn't frighten me more,
but brought my attention back to his cock and my
duties at hand.  I immediately took his cock back in
my mouth just in time to get the next stream of piss
that I sucked down greedily, swallowing as fast as I
could, tasting the deep dark tones from recycling his
coffee and having it intermingle with the strong
masculine odor filling my head from being buried in
his crotch.
        I felt his cock begin to harden from the
degradation in front of him.  Even as the torrent of
piss was being swallowed down, I could feel my mouth
get fuller with his fleshy tool.  I didn't think it
was possible for him to get thicker in my tiny mouth,
but it did.  And as the last trickle slide down my
throat, it was aided by the length of his cock
plunging it deeper and deeper down my throat.  I
couldn't breathe and tears started to well up.  But
he didn't budge until he was fully erect in my mouth.
        I've never been a good cock-sucker, but he
taught me that day.  He never instructed me.  Just
told me what a good fuck I was when I did something
right and a wad of spit in my face when I got it
wrong.  I learned how to breathe on his upswing and
to avoid teeth on the downswing.  I learned how hard
his cock got when he was about to cum and how to help
him edge.  It wasn't my place to make him cum when he
didn't want to.
        And I felt that moment cum.  His cock got so
hard I thought he was bruising my throat as I tried
to handle the skull fuck.  But at the last minute, he
threw me off him using his grip on my hair.  I was
knocked down to my hands and knees.  He instantly
came down to his knees behind me and grabbed around
my chest with his right arm and his hand ending up on
my left shoulder.  His cock was dripping with my
saliva and his precum, dripping into the crack of my
ass.
        I tensed up.  He was unwrapped and I knew he
wanted my ass.  But he instead paused.  He read me.
He let his full weight rest on my back while he
picked up his left hand.  He reached around to hold
his hand against my chest to calm me down.
        "Easy, boy."
        I instantly relaxed.  A slight moment of
tenderness that completely disarmed me.  He knew he
had my trust then and he showed me he deserved it.
He lied there for a moment.  His weight on top of me,
hugging me hard against his chest.  I could feel his
hairy body against my smooth skin and it sent
goosebumps down my spine.  And with a nibble on the
ear, he began to dry hump me.  His cock was slick and
easily slid along my crack.  My cock and ass twitched
every time the head passed, teasing my hole.  And he
started to use my shoulders as leverage.  If he were
actually, fucking me, my hole would be torn apart.
        His pace quickened until I felt him get up off
my back.  He launched a load that shot so far that I
could feel it land in my hair and trail down my neck
and back.  I had to get a look and twisted around for
the next volleys.  He didn't disappoint.  He felt me
try to get around and instantly stood up grabbing me
by the hair at the same time.  His next few shots
plastered my face and chest.  I couldn't even see
much of it as I had to close my eyes before it
dripped in, but I felt each shot and they just never
seemed to end.
        He affectionately wiped the cum out of my eyes
with his thumb and all I could see was a grin from
ear to ear.  I did well.
        That tenderness and affection wasn't there,
though, at the motel.  At least not while he was
trying to force his second load of the day into my
bruised ass.
        He had emailed me at my new job earlier in the
day, telling me to get a room so that we could get
together.  He knew I'd do it, and that I'd do it on
my own dime.  Hell, he's earned it and my trust.  I'd
even strip naked in a parking lot in broad daylight
if he wanted me to.
        We both work on the Westside and things are
kinda pricey by the beach.  The cheapest I could find
turned out to be a really sleazy motel that needed a
lot of work.  There was no air conditioning so I
opened the windows to air out the room.  And as we
never really get a chance to fuck, I knew he would
want to, so I hopped in the shower.
        Just as I was nice and soapy, I got started by
his entrance.  With the water running, I didn't even
hear him come into the bathroom or get undressed, but
there he was.
        "Turn off the water," he instructed as he
hopped in.
        As I bent over to turn the knobs, he grabbed my
waist and shoved his dick in with one stunning blow.
I was still pretty soapy from trying to clean myself
out for him, so it actually didn't hurt.  He then
pulled me up so my back met his chest and worked my
cock.  My throbbing ass started to relax.  He knew
what buttons to push.  But his cock also started to
get soft.  And he just stayed there and started to
push my torso down.  Before I knew what was
happening, I felt a trickle and then a small squirt
as he pissed up my hole.  He tried to force out some
more, but my ass was still too tight.  I still felt
really full as he started to get hard again and fuck
his piss further into me.
        Just as abruptly, he pushed me aside and turned
the water back on to rinse himself out.  He let me
finish up and empty myself while waiting in the room.
        The windows didn't really help let out the
heat.  Occasionally, he'd pull my head off his dick
and make me lick up the sweat off his shaved head or
clean out his ripe pits that were getting raunchier
by the minute.
        And then we fucked for a long time.  The heat
and the intensity of it all, I really didn't know how
much longer I could last without passing out.  After
awhile, I knew my ass was getting really loose.
Precum and lube started running down my legs.  I
vividly recall that when he got up to take a business
call.  I walked over to him and felt it running out
of my ass: lube, precum, and even a little piss from
the shower.  Then I dropped to my knees and did my
duty in keeping him hard while he did business.  Of
course, he held my head down at one point when I
displeased him by making too much noise slurping on
his log, but I could tell he was happy that I showed
him what a cockslut I was for him.  This was evident
by the way he attacked me after the call.  He threw
me down and pounded my ass, quickly loosing his first
load.  He passed out on top of me for a bit, only
stirring because I was grinding the ground underneath
me since his cock was still in my ass and I was dying
to cum.  I think I did a good job, 'cause he obliged
and started fucking me again.  He even let me get on
the bed so that I can comfortably jerk myself on my
knees while he worked me from behind.  I was getting
really close and started gripping his cock really
tight.  In turn, he grabbed my waist and pushed my
chest down so that he could get the right leverage.
After just minutes from his first load, he was gonna
blow another load up my ass.  The thought sent me
over the edge which made my ass bear down on his and
sent him over the edge at the same time.  Cum makes a
great lube for sloppy seconds, but two loads in a
matter of minutes was unbelievable.  I didn't really
think about it much until after, though.  Nor was I
paying attention at the time and how much I would
have to explain when I got home.  He passed out on
top of me again and I quickly followed.  At least I
finally found out his name after so many years.  But
then again, it could be as fake as his internet
picture.