Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 18:47:47 -0400
From: Steve Grey <stgrebs@gmail.com>
Subject: The Conductor

So what to say about this man? I think he was one of the first guys to
actually turn me into a cock hungry little bitch with my legs in the air,
begging for more and more cock in my ass. I found him on Manhunt, one of the
rare instances where someone with only a cock pic actually wasn't a bad
idea. Usually someone puts up a thick veiny picture up and turns out to not
be as nice as the cock attached. He was a little on the chubby side, but he
had what looked like maybe nine inches, so I figured that outweighed
anything else. We chatted for a little while online and then I took the bus
over to his apartment.

It was a little awkward at first. He lived in one of those high rise multi
purpose buildings that was a condo and a few other things, complete with a
doorman, and I was pretty nervous about that more than anything. I really
wasn't in the mood to get into some conversation about why are you here, who
are you trying to see with someone in a uniform at a desk (well not this
time, anyhow), but luckily I just had to be buzzed in and then go into a
long hallway to an elevator to go up to the 22nd floor. The hallway was dark
and I was worried I'd knock on the wrong door, but I found him.

He answered the door in a loose fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hid
any hint of the beautiful cock I had been promised. He put his hands on my
ass pulled me in close for a kiss as he she the door behind me. I peeled off
my coat and scarf and he took me by the hand to his couch. The living room
he took me into had a wall of windows from floor to ceiling with a postcard
view of the city, and it turned me on a little that somehow someone could
maybe see us, although there was really no way.

He sat me down on the couch and stood between my legs and pulled down his
pants, quickly revealing a long hard cock that had to have been nine inches.


"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, as I stared at the hard-on sticking out
from beneath his t-shirt. I nodded awkwardly, both stunned and pleased by
what was the biggest cock I had seen at that time. He lightly grabbed my
hair and I opened my mouth as he slowly started to work his throbbing cock
between my lips. There was no way this thing was going to get down my
throat, although he didn't seem interested in wasting much time slowly
fucking my face. I then started licking the head and shaft as he leaned over
to get some lube and a condom from the other cushion of the couch. This guy
wasn't trying to waste any time.

He took his nuts out of my mouth and looked down at me as if to say, take
your pants off, and well, he didn't need to convince me too much. He pushed
me back on the couch and lifted my legs up and slowly started working some
lube into my  tight hole that I had shaved for him. He didn't want to spend
too much time on that either though, as he lubed his cock and slowly put it
in. It was one of those weird situations where it hurt but felt wonderful at
the same time. He fucked me for a little while and then quietly blew his
load.

I was too occupied with trying to keep taking his cock to think about
jerking off since I didn't want to shoot prematurely so I felt kind of
cheated even though he filled me up nicely. I sat there for a moment and
looked at him, and then just decided now would be the time to put my clothes
on and start heading out.

"Leaving?" he asked me in a kind of half-interested tone.

"Yeah, I don't need to miss my bus back to campus, so... " I sheepishly
replied. He walked with me toward the front door and tied my scarf for me
and gave me a kiss. And then another. This time we started actually making
out. My ass was still split open and wet with lube and I hadn't cum from
being fucked so I was really grinding into him. He turned me around, and
pushed me face first into the wall, lifting up my coat and pulling my jeans
down just below my ass and stuck his still hard cock into me. He thrust into
me a few times and I was loving it. He then turned me around and he told me
to walk back to the couch. It was one of the best walks of my life as he
slowly followed behind me, still impaling me on his cock.

Things got less graceful once we got to the couch as his attempts to
smoothly put me on my back while staying in my ass failed. I hated feeling
him slip out, but that was only momentary as he thrust back into me and
really started pounding the fuck out of me. There was something so hot about
the way he just took my ass a moment earlier when he had me pinned to the
wall, and I was begging him to fuck me harder. He obliged, and started
fucking me like he owned me, calling me his little bitch boy and making him
tell me him how much I loved having him in me.

This go around didn't last as long as the last and as he got closer he
decided to start to stroke me. Needless to say it didn't take me long to
shoot as I covered my chest with my load. He then pulled out of me and shot
his load all over my face.

I saw him a few other times, but rather sporadically, and the fucking was
never really as good as it was that night.

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