Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 11:44:19 -0600
From: Jonathan Doe <exalted1cobra@gmail.com>
Subject: Don't Worry, Chapter 1

DON'T WORRY

Chapter 1

     My name is Jake.  I'm 23, about 6 feet tall, 180 pounds of good
muscle.  I have that distinct center line down my stomach and if I worked
at it, I could easily have the visible 6-pack abs.  I like the way I look --
tan, nice chest, dime sized nipples, smooth with just a dusting of blonde
hair from my belly button down to a little patch of pubes over my 7 inch
cut cock.  I keep that all trimmed down. My big balls are naturally
hairless and usually hang down nicely in their sac.  I get to the gym about
five days a week -- some lifting and some cardio...my new friends want to get
into cross-fit, so I might be trying that out.
     Anyway, I just moved to Nashville after serving out my commitment in
the Air Force.  I did my four-year contract and was ready to get out.  It
was fun and they paid for my bachelors degree and some certifications in
cyber that helped me get my new job, which is why I moved here.  After
getting settled into a small one-bedroom apartment and starting work, it
took me about two weeks to begin getting tired of jacking off and watching
porn.  I needed to get back into my groove of having random anonymous
encounters from Craigslist.  My typical ad was something like this:

MOUTH FOR YOUR USE
- Hosting this evening/tonight
- Twentythree, sixfoot, one80, white, muscled.
- DDF and clean
- Five minutes from freeway Exit fifty. I host.
- You: hwp, ddf, clean, hiv neg & STD free
- young, verbal, aggressive, dominant are bonuses
- Front door is unlocked. You come in, go to my dark bedroom, strip down,
find my head hanging over the edge of the bed, fuck my face and throat,
make me gag if you want.
- When you're ready, blow your load all over my face or make me swallow.
You can also slam your cock in my throat and blow your load deep.  When
you're done, get dressed and take off, or if you can shoot more than one
load, stay and I'll be glad to get another load from you.
- Send Age, all stats, cock size, cut/uncut
- "Mouth" in your reply subject

     I would usually have one or two immediate one-line replies; I'd ask
for age and stats, and either get nothing back or they'd end up being 50
and about 280 pounds.  After weeding through the crap, I could usually find
one or two guys that I felt comfortable with letting come over and have fun
with my mouth.

     I modified my ad a little and waited until Friday afternoon to post
it.  I really thought that in a city as big as Nashville, I'd get a ton of
replies and get to have a lot of fun that night.  Within the first 30
minutes of the post making it onto Craigslist, I got four emails.  The
first two were bots.  The third was a really old guy who sent of pic of his
nasty uncut cock.  It was all shriveled up and just gross.  But the last
one was a hot 18 year old.  A white guy, 5'11", 165 pounds, skinny, but
with a huge cut cock.  It wasn't really thick but just the pic make it look
9 inches.  His second pic was of him from about mid-torso to mid-thigh
wearing a football jersey and football pants.  The jersey was pulled up a
bit so I could see some abs and the bottom part of the jersey said `High
School' but nothing more than the number 48 and the pants were pulled down
to just under his package, with it all hanging over.  This was such a hot
pic.  His stats said his cock was 8.5.  He said he loved the sound of my ad
-- being anonymous and in a dark room would be hot.  He also said he loved
face fucking and hoped I could take what he had to offer.  I immediately
replied that I would be free for him at 6pm and I gave him the name of my
apartment complex and the address.  I said when he was ready to come, email
me for the apartment number.

     At 5:45, my phone dinged with a new email.  It was him; he said he was
leaving his place on his way and would be at my place at 6:05.  I replied
with the apartment number and started getting nervous, just as I always do
when meeting someone new.  This whole situation made be very vulnerable -- I
mean what if he came in with a knife and robbed me, or just killed me right
on the bed by slitting my throat while my head hung over the bed's edge in
the dark.  I kept just enough light coming in from the street light through
my window to make sure people had nothing in their hands like that; if they
simply tried to overpower me, I could definitely take care of myself.

     Anyway, at 6, I unlocked the front door, went to the bedroom, adjusted
the blinds to get a little light in, and laid down on the bed with my head
over the edge, eagerly awaiting my guest.  A couple minutes passed and I
heard my front door open; it closed and I listened for the deadbolt lock
just like I told him to do but didn't hear it.  Then I heard steps coming
toward my bedroom.  I saw his silhouette as he entered the room.  Still no
words were spoken.  He began to undress -- with only flipflops, shorts, and
a tshirt, it was quick.  He then moved to the bed where I was waiting.  He
said, almost in a whisper, "Are you ready for this, cocksucker?".  I simply
said "Definitely".  He grabbed his hard cock and slapped my cheeks with it
before stuffing it in my hungry mouth.  He was slow with the long and deep
strokes to begin with -- sliding it all the way down my throat until my nose
was in his ballsac, then pulling it out so just the tip was in my mouth.
He repeated this several times, and then he began to get faster and slammed
into me harder.  It was incredible.  Like I thought, his cock wasn't really
that thick, but it was nice and long.  While he was fucking my throat like
a champ, he had one hand on the back of my head for leverage and the other
lightly resting on my throat, so he could feel his cock.

     As usual for these sessions, I had my shirt off in case the guy wanted
to shoot that way -- prevented getting my shirts stained with jizz.  I also
was freeballing in some basketball shorts. I was rock hard and began to
jack my cock inside my shorts.  He pulled my hand away from my cock while
leaning over my body.  We were now chest to stomach and stomach to chest
with his cock buried as deep as he could get it.  He yanked my shorts down
exposing my throbbing, precum covered cock.  He spit on it and began
jacking me off.  I have to say it felt amazing and I moaned as much while
he was deep in my throat.  He kept jacking me while throat-fucking me and I
quickly blew a massive load all over his hand and right above my cock.  He
scooped it all up in his hand, pulled out his cock, wiped my cum all over
his cock, and slammed it back into my mouth.  I was loving the taste of my
own cum while sucking this kid.  I was so awesome; after about another
minute of hard face-fucking, he pulled out and told me to open up wide and
stick out my tongue.

     While my mouth was open like a baby bird, he jacked his cock with the
head resting on my tongue.  After just a minute, he shot about 8 hard shots
of delicious cum into the back of my mouth; he continued with a few smaller
shots onto my tongue.  I closed my lips around the head, swirled all his
cum together.  At this point I was unsure what he wanted, so I kind of
waited a second; he told me to swallow it all like a good little cocksucker
and not to miss any.  I swallowed it all -- my best guess is that it was
about a shot-glass full.  He then said to clean up his cock and get any
last drops -- I gladly took him into my mouth and milked out a few drops
that were left.  I jacked him a few more times, lightly squeezing any
remaining cum up to the piss slit so I could lick it off.  He then asked if
my cock was sensitive after I came; I told him it always was like that.  He
said that was good.  He got me back over the bed's edge, pushed deep in my
throat (would his cock never go soft?) and crossed my hands on my chest and
held them with one hand.  His other hand grabbed my sensitive but hard
cock.  He spit on it again and started jacking it.  It was so painful but
so hot at the same time.

     Surprisingly, I came really quickly from this treatment, but even when
I came, he never let up jacking my cock.  I was now ultra-sensitive.  I
really thought I might pass out from the pain.  I'm not sure why, but I
couldn't find the strength to get out from under him.  I tried rolling to
the side to get out of his grip but I just couldn't.  The one thought I had
to get free was to bite his cock that was still deep in my throat -- just
about the time that thought hit me, he said, "If you even think about
putting teeth on my cock, I will knock every tooth out of your head and
then cut off your balls...you understand me?"  I grunted what I hoped he
understood as a yes.

       The jacking of my sensitive cock kept on and on.  I blew another
load, much smaller than the first two; I wondered now if he planned to milk
me completely dry.  Soon after I came the third time, he blew another
massive load, this time straight down my throat; this one caused me to gag
and it ended up coming out my nose.  He just kept his cock buried deep.  As
the cum spilled out of my nose, it began running up my face toward my
eyes.  His balls, which had been dancing all over my eyes, nose, and
forehead continued to do so and started smearing his cum all around.  The
jacking continued.  He scooped up my own cum and added some more spit as
lube.  Additionally, he used his other hand to grasp and squeeze my very
tender balls.  I began feeling nauseous but feared I would choke if I threw
up because of the cock in my throat.  It felt like this had been going on
for hours.  I was able to glance at my alarm clock and saw that it was just
after 8pm.

     The pain I normally felt from someone touching my sensitive cock was
long gone and had been replaced with a pain I had never felt before.  It
was indescribable really.  My cock throbbed like it needed to cum really
badly, but I definitely wasn't horny -- similar I guess to a piss hard-on in
the mornings.  But it was painful.  He said that I must still have a lot of
cum to spew since I was still dripping so much precum.  He ran his thumb
roughly over the head and sure enough, it was dripping.  He told me to stay
right there and I'd better not fucking move.  I was a bit scared, so I
complied.  He left for a few of minutes; while he was gone, I tried to move
but was unable to move a muscle -- I couldn't raise my arms or legs, I
couldn't turn over, I couldn't even move a hand.  The only thing I was able
to move was my tongue, mouth, lips, and jaw; I flexed my jaw after I
realized how sore it was getting.  He then returned with my electric
toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, and two chip-clips.  I was scared
shitless.