Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2006 14:37:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: "bman_pcs@yahoo.com" <bman_pcs@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Night Master - Part 1
This is a true story taking place in June, 2006. I have done my
best not to add any fantasy. This is also my first story ever written or
submitted to Nifty.
ONE NIGHT MASTER - PART 1
Thursday night at the Baths in a major US city. 30 years ago
when I had a tight and firm body, I experienced a lot more action. I
guess you would call me a nerd. At 6' and 165 pounds' I am skinny
with little muscle definition. My 5" thin dick doesn't help either. The
lucky big dick guys don't like to play with little dicks. Hours at the
gym never turned me into a "jock". Nerdy, small dicked (not the
smallest, I have discovered although) and skinny. I am not ugly, just
plain. The genetic pool didn't provide me a product packaged for a
quick sell.
So what is a 52 year old bi-married man doing in a place like
this? I am a male slut addicted to cock. I love to feel a cock sliding
down my throat and slamming into my ass.
Walking through the rows of cubicles and peering into the
rooms with open doors, I am usually told to go away. In the steam
room, I am usually rejected. I dream of servicing the big black dicks
and licking my tongue over the smooth firm pecs of the jock types.
Of course, my dream is to be taken and used by the 20
something hard bodies (isn't that everyone's dream).
I usually end up on my knees with a 40-60 year old. I always
hook up every time I visit the baths -- but usually it is pretty boring.
Every now and then I get lucky (I have a couple of fun fuck buddies,
but that is a different story).
But this Thursday night was destined to be different. Not just
lucky tonight, but taken over the edge and then some. An experience
that I would re-live over and over again in my mind. The kind of
experience that I usually just read about on Nifty.
After arriving at 8PM and spending 3 1/2 hours with very little
action (3 blow jobs and fucked twice -- all boring encounters with old
guys), I was standing in the doorway of my cubicle when around the
corner came this tight 5' 8", 150 pound, smooth skinned, 20 something
stud package, pushing me into my cubicle, forcing me on my knees
and firmly stating "Suck" as he pulled off his towel. There was no idle
chat from this dominate alpha male, just commands, demands, and
instructions. He slammed the door shut and sat on the single bed sized
bench. His legs were touching the floor as he back leaning against the
wall. I crawled between his legs. His eyes looking down at me and I
looked into his, with his cock entering my mouth.
His dick was soft at maybe 3 inches. I thought to myself, why
couldn't he have a big dick, like I really craved and needed, but his
dick slowly started to get longer and thicker, as my lips caressed his
length. He shoved my popper bottle under my nose. "Breath" he told
me, holding the bottle first under my left nostril, while he held my
right nostril closed. Then he moved the bottle to my right nostril and
repeated this process 4 times.
My head became lighter and my throat muscles started to relax.
The cock in my mouth felt wonderful, gliding over my tongue and
nearing the opening to my throat. It kept getting longer and thicker. I
was in heaven -- it was a "grower". The poppers made the feeling in
my mouth so intense, so hot, exciting and wonderful. In and out,
slowly, then faster, my lips loose and then tighter, my tongue caressing
the beautiful man tool. I could do this forever and I wanted to.
Grabbing the sides of my head he lifts and lowers my hot
mouth on his growing fuck stick. Shoving more poppers under my
nose, I deeply inhale. He takes a long hit on the poppers also. His
dick was touching the opening of my throat, I relaxed and let the head
slide in. He moans. This is a wonder piece of man meat and it starts to
slide farther and farther into my throat. He holds my head all the way
down. It is now fully hard, with a curve in the top 3 inches and I am in
cock slut loving heaven. Thick and firm, but not beer can thick, a
wonderful size to suck and be fucked with. It must have grown to 7 ½
or 8 inches long as I moan on the wonderful prize. It is not so thick
that I cannot breath, but it is a trick to get in into my through with the
now hard curve, but I do it and I I can hold my head all the way down
on this beauty, squeezing it with my throat muscles for what seems
like several minutes. Eureka!!!
He speaks again in short sentences, pausing for a few moments
between each one. "You love my cock sliding in your throat, don't
you slut. - I bet you have had hundreds of cocks in that pussy mouth.
- Tighten those lips and serve your Master. - Do you want to be my
slave? - I am so gonna fuck your throat. - You love this bitch, don't
you."
I am submissive by nature and those words made me even
more excited. I nod my head in agreement, moaning yes, with his rock
hard cock in my mouth, not able to speak. I am so hot, I will do
anything to serve my new master. I am moaning as it slides in and out
of my mouth. My tongue swirls around the amazing man flesh and
more poppers are shoved under my nose. I haven't felt this turned on
for ages. I am his, totally and the massive amount of poppers that he
has made me inhale have me floating in ecstasy.
"Turn around", he says. I get up off my knees and turn so that
my back is facing this young stud, controlling master. "Sit", he
commands and I lower my ass, taking his cock in my hand and
directing it to the opening of my man pussy, as he hands me the bottle
of poppers. I have 2 hits in each nostril and I am wildly in man slut
lust. With the 2 short boring fucks that I had earlier in the evening, I
was loose enough so that no additional lube is necessary. My ass has
tightened up a bit and without any new lube, I can feel every inch of
this fuck tool as it slides in through my ass ring and slowly I ride up
and down taking inch after inch of the beautiful studs dick in my ass
until I reach the bottom, moaning in total pleasure. My ass rests on
his legs and stomach for a few seconds, enjoying this bliss.
"Ride it", he commands and ride it I do. Up and down, short
strokes, long deep strokes, up until the head it just at my ass ring
teasing my hole and then he firmly pushes me down until his cock
head is reaching wonderful pleasure place deep in my bowels,
massaging my love nut with each thrust. Fast and then slow, more
poppers, I am moaning as he pushes me forward so his pleasure tool is
pointing downward and I bounce back and forth, enjoying a ride of my
life. "Tighten it", I am told and I squeeze my ass muscles so I can feel
him with great intensity as he slides in and out of the ass that is now
owned by this pleasure god.
He demands "turn around" and after a moment "suck". After
removing the condom, I reach for a towel to wipe off the ass slime
around the bottom of theof his torpedo and in his man bush. "Don't", I
am told as he pushes my head
down. I am repulsed and pause for a moment, but he is now my
master and I, his pussy slave must and desire to obey. He holds the
popper bottle under my nose again and I breath deeply. My mouth
opens and my masters sword slides through my lips and into my
mouth, lower and lower until the head reaches the back of my mouth,
entering into my throat. I reach my ass slime pooled around the base
his tool, take a deep breath, and but open my throat and allow this
masterpiece to slide all the way. I am his bitch and I will do whatever
he expects to please him. I hold him deeply using my throat muscles
to massage him, slowly rise up and again lower my head to engulf
him. Several times I repeat this as I am totally into this sensual, sexual
experience. Up and Down, short strokes, long strokes, I massage his
weapon for several minutes. He massages my head, pushing is lower
and but allowing me to raise up by his gentle touch. "All the way
down", and I told and I worship him again.
"Turn Around" he again demands, and I lower myself and
bounce my ass wildly, enjoying this ride of a lifetime. Up and Down,
all the way down, short strokes, long strokes, often with him raising
his hips and burying his total length into my submissive, owned and
controlled pussy as I groan and moan loudly in unbelievable passion,
"Oh, God", "Fuck my ass", "I love your cock", etc. He commands,
"Turn around so I can shut you up", and I again worship him covered
with my ass slime.
After a few minutes of service, my master places his hand on
my head, pushing me away. I am now sitting on my heels. He grabs
his towel, wraps it around his waist and leaves my cubicle. I am one
happy and fulfilled slut.
I grab my towel, wrap it around my waist and wobble, fully
fucked, to the showers. Stepping under the warm shower spray is
much needed. I open my mouth, face upward towards the shower head
and let the water flush the ass slime taste. Scrub my ass really well
and look up, seeing my young stud master watching me from outside
the shower. I am filled with pride and also confusion. What does this
mean, I wonder.
I dry off and return to my cubicle to get a cigarette. Boy, do I
need a smoke.
There is a separate enclosed smoking room with a TV, so I head there,
relax for a few minutes. I take a trip to the check in desk and grab a
handful of condoms to replace the many used during this out-of-the-
world experience. I then return to my cubicle and take my place in the
doorway, advertising myself and checking out the guys as they pass
by. A few minutes later, I look to the right and my new master is at
the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall, staring right at me.
To be continued
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