Date: Thu, 06 Aug 1998 01:34:36 PDT
From: "oranges, lemons and cherries" <loop_fruit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matt Snaps His Fingers

Matt Snaps His Fingers - by loopy

There is a bathroom at the university in town that is a great place to
meet guys for quick, anonymous sex.  I only just discovered it several
months back.  The guys who go there are largely students, and there are
some pretty cute guys who hang out looking for a blow job.  That's
pretty much all that goes on there - blow jobs - and I am happy to help
them out.  I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth, and the idea of
sucking off a complete stranger turns me on.  What I think I like about
it is the idea of being 'used' - the guy wants me for nothing more than
my mouth and throat, he uses me for as long as it takes to blow his wad,
and then he leaves without giving a shit about who I am or even what my
name might be.

I'm a "bottom" but I'm pretty inexperienced.  Before finding the
university bathroom, I had only had sex with 8 or 10 guys I'd met in
bars.  Since I've started hanging out at the university every week or
two, I've probably sucked off close to 20 guys.  I still consider myself
pretty inexperienced, because the majority of my experience has been
blowing other guys - I've only had my own cock sucked a few times, and
I've only been fucked once.  I've rimmed a few guys too - I always ask
the guys in the bathroom if I can lick their holes - most refuse, but a
few have let me.  That was the extent of my experience until I met Matt,
which is what this story is about.  Matt is a guy I met at the
university bathroom just the other day.  And meeting him may have
changed my entire life.

Before I go into that, it would probably be a good idea for me to tell
you a bit more about myself, so that you'll understand why meeting Matt
was such a significant event for me.

Ever since I was a little kid, I have fantasized about being pushed
around, used and humiliated by other guys.  Any bully at school became
my Master in my sexual fantasies, which started years before I reached
puberty.  By the time puberty hit, I was fantasizing about things that
I'm sure many grown men have never even thought about - like being
forced to be the slave of another male and servicing him
unconditionally, no matter how nasty his desires.  I can remember one
time when I was about 14 years old, being at the swimming pool and
hearing a couple of other teenage guys talk about how they would love to
have a slave.  They weren't even talking about sexual activity - they
just wanted someone to wait on them, bow before them, kiss their feet,
and someone who they could show off to their friends.  One of them even
said he'd like his slave to wipe his ass after taking a shit.  They were
both laughing and trying to outdo each other in what they thought they
could make their slaves do for them.  As I listened from several feet
away (trying hard to look like I was concentrating on something
completely different), my cock was growing stiff in my bathing suit.  I
was thankful that the lower half of my body was under water, and I made
sure that I was turned towards the edge of the pool so that no one would
swim by and notice the bulge.  These boys were talking about my sexual
fantasy - and I longed to be the one to service them.  Even though my
own personal fantasies included sexual activity - largely sucking cock
and rimming ass - what was most sexual to me when I fantasized about
another guy was his control over me - the idea of having him take away
my power, to force me to serve him, to be at his mercy, and to see him
delight in my helplessness.

When I turned 18 - which was just last year - I started going to the gay
bars.  At first, I mostly kept to myself, not feeling brave enough to
make contact with anyone.  But I grew more relaxed as time went on, and
I ended up going home with a few different guys.  Of course, the sexual
activity was nothing like what I fantasized about - I usually orally
serviced the guy, and a few times, the guy wanted to suck me as well.  I
doubted that anyone would be into the kind of sex that I fantasized
about in the privacy of my room, and even if I found such a person, I
wasn't sure I could learn to trust him enough to allow him to take that
kind of control over me.   Besides, the sex I was getting, especially
once I discovered the bathroom at the university, was quite satisfying
to me, and I felt no longing inside to explore anything more wild or
kinky.  Somehow, that kind of stuff seemed reserved just for fantasy.

In the bathrooms, most of the guys wanted to go into one stall while I
occupied the stall next to them, and sucked them underneath the wall
dividing the stalls.  I think they felt safest doing things this way, so
that if anyone else entered the bathroom, they could quickly pull out of
my mouth and sit on the toilet, so as not to get caught.  It was my
preference to actually see the guy I was sucking off, and I usually
asked if I could enter the stall with them.  Most refused, but there
were a few guys who would walk into my stall and let me suck them while
I sat on the toilet and they stood in front of me.  One guy wanted me on
my knees while he stood by the urinal - he really turned me on, because
the thought of kneeling in front of him, while being right beside the
urinals where countless guys had pissed, was exciting for me.  I would
have been thrilled if the guy had turned and taken a piss into the
urinal while I was kneeling there, but that didn't happen and I would
never have had the courage to ask him to do so.  That same guy also
turned me on because he let me rim his ass when I asked him permission
to do so - and he wasn't totally clean.  He wasn't terribly dirty - just
enough that I knew that he hadn't showered since the last time he'd
taken a shit.  And the idea of licking the dirty hole of some stranger
brought me to the greatest orgasm.  He then turned and came all over my
face, pulled up his pants, and left without a word.  There were a few
guys who I met more than once over the months I'd been hanging out in
the bathroom, and I sucked several of them off on more than one
occasion.  But the one I really wanted to see again was the guy by the
urinal, who never did return.  But that was until I met Matt.

I saw Matt walking into the bathroom as I was heading there myself.  He
was a solid guy with snug fitting jeans that gave him the most
incredible looking ass.  He had on a muscle shirt and had his cap on
backwards.  He looked great from behind, and as he pushed open the door
to the bathroom, he glanced back at me walking up behind him - what a
fucking great-looking man!

There were about 10 toilet stalls in the bathroom, but the place was
empty on that day.  Matt entered one of the middle stalls, and I, of
course, went into a stall right beside him.  We were already both
certain about why the other was there, but even so, just to be cautious,
we watched each other's feet under the wall dividing us, pointing our
feet at each other and tapping them a few times - the sign that we were
both there for sex.  Matt then put his hand under the wall dividing us,
waving it at me - the sign that he wanted me to suck him under the wall.
I put my head down by the floor, and looked up at him sitting on the
toilet in the next stall.  "Can I go into the stall with you?", I asked.
He nodded yes - "Great!", I thought.

I left the stall I was in and pushed open the door to Matt's stall.  He
looked so fucking good sitting on that toilet that I could have creamed
just staring at him.  He motioned for me to lock the door behind me, and
then he did something that made my cock jump - he snapped his fingers
and pointed to the floor.  The action startled me at first - it was so
arrogant.  This man (rightfully) assumed that he could snap his fingers
and point to the floor and I'd fall to my knees before him while he sat
on his throne.  He smiled, waiting for my response - I suppose his smile
was meant to soften what he had just done - so that if I wasn't into
being treated that way, that I could just dismiss it, and we could carry
on with the blow job he was awaiting.  But my instinct told me that he
had been totally serious when he'd snapped his fingers - that he truly
was looking for someone who would respond to that sort of command.  And
in my heart, I knew that I was that sort of person.

I fell to my knees before him, and stared up at his face.  I had never
knelt before someone on the toilet before, and it made me feel like some
of my power had been taken from me.  What kind of man kneels before
another man on the toilet?  A man with no pride - it made the blood
pulse in my cock.

I could smell stale piss from the floor and the porceline bowl as he
grabbed my head and pulled my face toward his cock.  Due to the rush to
my senses that I had been experiencing, I had not even noticed until
that moment how incredibly hung he was.  His huge cock stuck straight up
from between his legs, and as I wrapped my lips around it, I realized
that I would have difficulty just getting the cock head fully into my
mouth.  Although his cock was clearly hard and erect, its head felt soft
and rubbery in my mouth.

One of the things that I often do when I am blowing a guy, is to play
with his asshole.  Since I'm usually in the stall next to him, sucking
him under the wall, I can get away with fingering his ass and then
putting the finger up to my nose, to smell it while I suck him off.
Since the guy can't see my face while this is occurring, I have never
been caught, and it's always more erotic for me if I can sniff at the
faint smell of a guy's shit while I suck his hard dick.  Anyway, I was
dying to do the same with Matt, especially since he was on the toilet -
I wanted to sniff at the smell of his shit and imagine that there was a
big log in the bowl as I knelt at his feet.  I took my right hand and
slipped it between his legs, allowing my middle finger to poke at his
hole.  I could feel that his hole was surrounded by thick hair, and it
felt sweaty to the touch.  He groaned as I fingered him, and his hole
opened a bit, allowing me to push my finger into him just slightly.
Then, trying to be subtle, I slowly pulled my finger out, and wrapped my
hand around his balls, massaging them lightly.  I was able to to slip my
middle finger between his balls and his leg while doing so, to allow it
to point up toward my nose as I continued to suck on his cock.  I could
feel the wetness of my finger as it touched the  end of my nose, and the
smell was intoxicating.  It was definately shit that I smelled there,
and for the first time during the encounter with Matt, I allowed my left
hand to grab my cock and jerk it as I inhaled the beautiful stench.

"Do you like that smell?"  Matt's voice surprised me, especially when I
heard what he was saying.  I was embarassed and pulled my head back,
allowing his cock to drop out of my mouth.  He looked down at me, and
put his own hand between his legs - he pulled it out, and pointed his
index finger toward my nose.  "Smell", he said.

This man was making me feel crazy with lust - how could he be so
perfect? Could he read my mind?

I leaned my head forward and sniffed at his finger.  I could see that it
was slightly off-colour - kind of a yellowish brown.  My fantasies of
being degraded by another man flashed through my head as he smeared the
wet finger under my nose and I could smell his waste on my face.  It was
incredible.

"Suck me more", he said, and I took his cock back into my mouth.  Just
then, he farted - one of those loud farts that sound like they are
coating the inside of the toilet.  He said nothing and I continued to
suck him as the smell of his fart escaped the toilet bowl and crept up
my nostrils.  It was so rank that it surely would have cleared the room
under normal circumstances - but I breathed it in deeply, completely
lost in its smell as I frantically slurped on his cock.

Then a thought came to me.  I always asked the guys I met in the
bathroom if I could rim their holes.  I knew beyond a doubt that Matt's
hole was dirty - considerably more dirty than I had yet experienced.
And beyond that, *he* knew that I knew this as well.  If I asked him to
let me rim him, it would be clear to him that I was asking permission to
lick his shit.  Could I swallow my pride and do it anyway?  I knew that
I longed to taste it - even if I were to find it completely disgusting
and decide never to lick a dirty asshole again, I knew that I wanted to
try, just to see if I would like tasting an ass so full of shit.

I pulled my mouth from Matt's cock.  "Can I rim your ass?", I asked.  I
was surprised - shocked, even - when he said, "No" and pulled my mouth
back down onto his cock.  Why wouldn't he let me do it?  Was I wrong in
assuming that he got turned on by such dirty acts?

Without warning, Matt's cock exploded in my mouth, his cum spurting over
and over again into my throat.  He pulled out, and continued to spurt in
my face and hair.  He wiped his cock across my face, and then raised
himself from the toilet, pulled up his jeans, and walked passed me.  I
could hear him exit the bathroom before I had even had the chance to
rise from the floor.

The experience had been totally great and yet disappointing at the same
time.  Here I had met this stunning man, he had come closer to acting
out one of my fantasies than anyone else I had ever met, and yet, he had
left as if it was no big deal for him - like he could find someone like
me any old day, and had no plans to use me again.  It was almost ironic
that normally, this attitude turned me on, but with him - I wanted more.
And beyond that, I wanted him to go further - much further - in using
and degrading me.

I left the bathroom stall to walk toward the sinks to clean up.  There
was a piece of paper stuck to one of the bathroom mirrors, and as I
moved toward it and recognised what it was, my heart skipped a beat.  It
was a piece of toilet paper that had been wiped across a dirty ass -
Matt's ass - leaving a smear of shit.  It had a phone number written on
it, and a simple note - "I'm Matt - call me".

I didn't know when I should call.  I mean, I had just sucked Matt off,
so I assumed that he wouldn't be interested in more sex that same day.
How long should I wait?

I hadn't shot my load in the bathroom with Matt - so once I was home, I
jerked my cock while sniffing the piece of toilet paper he had left
behind for me.  I tend to like long, drawn out sex sessions - whether by
myself or with someone else.  That way, the orgasm is so much more
intense.  So I jerked and sniffed the toilet paper, and played the scene
I had acted out with Matt earlier in the day over and over in my mind.
When I was about to cum, I raised my legs up over my face as I laid back
on my bed, and shot my creamy load all over my face.  It was late, so I
simply closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall asleep that way.

When I awoke the next morning, the caked semen on my face reminded me
instantly of Matt.  It immediately made me horny, but I resisted the
urge to jerk myself again.  Instead, I decided that I would call Matt
later in the day - I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off calling him any
longer than that.

I decided to wait until early evening, when there was a better chance
that he'd be home - it was Friday, so I assumed he might be at work.   I
busied myself with running a few errands while waiting for the day to
pass - it seemed to take for ever for the hours to go by.  Finally, at 7
p.m., I could wait no longer, and I picked up the phone, dialing the
number while holding Matt's shitty toilet paper to my nose.   There was
no answer.  Damn!  I tried again at 8 p.m., and then at 9 and at 10.  It
was Friday night and here I was, sitting by the phone, trying
desperately to get ahold of this complete stranger who had taken over my
thoughts.  I decided to go to the bar for a while - Matt was obviously
out for the evening.

I went to the gay club and saw a few friends, but I wasn't in the mood
to party.  I looked all over to see if Matt was there - he wasn't, of
course.  Why would he be?  I had never seen him there before.

I had a few drinks and headed home at about 1 a.m.  I felt consumed with
thoughts of Matt, and I hoped that I would be able to see him again
soon, or I feared that I would begin to go crazy.  I decided to try
calling him once more before I went to bed.  I knew it was late, and I
hoped that I wasn't going to wake him and make him angry at me for
calling - I didn't want to chance having him tell me to go to hell and
that he didn't want to see me again.  But I was so desperate to service
him again, that I called despite my fears.  The phone rang several times
before he answered.   He sounded totally drunk.

"Hi, Matt?  It's me".

"What?", he shouted, his voice slurring.

"It's me", I said, "the guy from the bathroom yesterday".  Perhaps I
had chosen a bad time to call.

"Oh yeah!", he said, "the dirty boy.  I haven't showered since our
encounter yesterday - and man, do my cock and asshole stink!"

My cock stiffened in my pants.

He belched, and then continued.  "Why don't you come over here, you
little whore?"

"Now?", I asked, hoping that I was understanding correctly.

"Of course now, you dumb bitch", and he gave me his address.

I jumped in my car and sped the whole way there, arriving in 20 minutes.
I buzzed his apartment, and then ran up the 3 flights of stairs to his
place.  He met me at the door - naked.

I could see that he was completely bombed - he could barely stand up
straight, and was holding the door to keep himself steady.  He began
speaking to me while I was still in the hallway outside of his door, and
I was afraid that he was speaking much louder than he realized due to
his drunkeness.  I hoped that his neighbours couldn't hear him as he
shouted, "I haven't pissed all night.  My fucking bladder is so full of
beer".

I tried to enter his apartment, but he stood firmly in the doorway,
balancing himself between the frames of the door.  Then he smiled coyly,
and snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor.  I glanced up and down
his apartment hallway - did he really want to do this here?  His smile
disappeared and he snapped his fingers again.  "Down on your knees,
motherfucker!  I have to piss!"

I knelt before his huge cock, and he slapped it over my face.  He was
right - it did stink - I wondered how many days it had been since it had
been washed.  He must have seen a look of semi-disgust on my face as I
smelled it, because he smiled and said, "I fucked a guy this morning and
haven't washed it since".  He then shoved his semi-hard cock past my
lips, and instantly started to piss.

"Oh, yeah, that's good", he was shouting - the beer piss sprayed down my
throat with incredible force.  I had never tasted piss before and it was
so erotic to be kneeling in front of him, sucking his urine down my
throat and feeling the warmth of it enter my stomach.  "It's so fucking
good", he kept saying, and his voice was so loud, I was surprised that
none of his neighbours had opened their doors yet.  I tried not to think
about how mortified I'd be if they did.  His piss went on for ever, and
it was hard to keep up with him without choking, but I managed to get it
all down.  When he finished, he said, "Take off your clothes, bitch".
Did he want me to do it here?  In the hallway?  His look made it clear
that he did, so I started to strip.  When my clothes were in a pile in
the hallway, he said, "Now come on in here, I want to fuck your ass".
He grabbed my arm and pulled me in, leaving my clothes outside of his
door as he shut it behind us.

He stumbled through the darkness of his apartment toward his bedroom -
his balance was so poor that I was surprised that he didn't fall flat on
his face.  I watched his incredible ass as I followed him - dreaming of
tasting his hole, knowing full well how dirty it must be.

He led me to a mattress on his floor - with no sheets on it.  He clearly
was not a good housekeeper - there were plates of old food on the floor,
and his floor was a mess of dirty clothes.  I made a mental note to try
stealing a pair of his dirty underwear before I left his place - he was
so drunk, I figured he'd never notice.

He motioned toward the mattress and had me lay on my back.  Then he
crawled onto my chest and bent his body over my face, so that his huge
cock was dangling in front of my lips.

"You like that fucking cock, don't you?", he asked.

"It's so beautiful", I said, smelling the stench of his dirty meat.

"Worship it", he said, poking it into my mouth.

I sucked on the huge head as I felt it grow in my mouth, tasting the
nasty filth that his sex partner had left there this morning.  I
wondered who his partner had been - whose shit was I tasting?  I assumed
it was someone hot, because Matt was so gorgeous that I figured he could
have anyone he wanted.  He tried forcing his cock deeper into my mouth,
making me gag on his incredible tool.  "Worship it", he kept saying.

He pulled his stiff cock from my mouth, and lay flat over me.  "I want
to fuck you, bitch".

He roughly pushed my legs up, and crammed two fingers into my hole
without any warning.   I screamed out in pain.  This made him laugh.
"You like it, don't you, bitch?".

He stuffed a third finger into me as I screamed out, "Yes!  I love it".
I just wanted to please him so badly.

He played with my hole for a while, making it somewhat looser, and I
felt the pain easing a bit.

He spit on my hole and then I felt him cramming his huge meat into the
crack of my ass.  He pushed forcefully, all the while laughing while I
screamed - the pain returning full force.  "Tell me you worship me!", he
shouted.  "I worship you!", I screamed through the tears in my eyes.

He started fucking me frantically, pumping my ass like a wild animal.  I
could smell the stench of his sweaty armpits, and as the pain subsided,
I began to feel wildly sexual, grunting along with him as he fucked me.
I was jerking at my cock, and I felt so close to orgasm.   But I was
determined that I wanted our encounter to last much longer, so I fought
to keep myself from shooting my load.  He kept fucking me, faster and
faster - I was in ecstacy.

Suddenly, Matt got a very strange look on his face - he was looking kind
of green.  "I'm gonna be sick!", he shouted, and with that warning, he
heaved and puked right on my face.  Then he did it a second time.  Then
a third.  I was covered in his stinking puke, and I felt my own stomach
begin to churn as I tasted some of his second hand food and liquor
sliding down my throat.  It was mostly slimy with some hard chunks of
his half-digested dinner.  I tried to push him off me, but his body was
too heavy, and his hard cock was still crammed up my hole.  He puked a
fourth and final time as I thrashed my head back and forth, vainly
trying to move out of the way of his streams of vomit.  Finally, my own
stomach heaved and I turned my head to the side, puking beside my head.

Matt began to laugh hysterically - a deep belly laugh.  Under the
circumstances, it sounded totally evil.  I felt completely sickened and
tried to push him off, but I heard him say, "No way, bitch!"  He grabbed
my shoulders with his big hands and pinned me down.  Then his hips began
to thrust back and forth as he continued to slam his cock in and out of
my hole.  It felt so incredible, and yet, I was sickened by the puke
coating me.  His disgusting vomit was running down my face and I could
feel it in my hair and creeping down my neck.  I continued to struggle,
which only made him laugh more.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out and crawled forward, onto my chest.  He
grabbed my hair in both of his hands, and I felt him slam his hard meat
into my mouth.  I was forced to taste a mixture of his puke and my shit
on his cock - his cock was slimy on my tongue.   I began to gag and
choke, but he only forced his tool further into my throat.  He fucked my
face, becoming more rough and frantic until he cried out, and I could
taste his sweet cum coating my mouth and throat.  He shot over and over
until finally, I could feel his body relaxing.  He pulled out his cock
and looked down at me, breathing heavily.  "That was real good, dirty
boy", he said, smiling.

I didn't know whether I thought he was the most incredible man I had
ever met, or if I hated his guts.  He had certainly introduced me to a
lot more than I had bargained for.

"You didn't cum", he noted.

"No, I didn't", I said.

"Well, then jerk your dick.  I'll sit on your face and let you rim me
while you do".

He flipped around without waiting for my answer, and sat his ass down on
my face.  Despite the strong stench of the puke, I could smell his
filthy ass as it rested over my nose and mouth.  This is what I dreamed
about - a man sitting on my face, his smelly hole wiping over my nose.
I started jerking as I licked at his hole.

"That's right", he said, "clean that dirty shithole, bitch".

His ass was so incredible - I licked at it and sucked it - sticking my
tongue up his hole as far as it would go while jerking my cock wildly.
My cock was pulsing with pleasure, and once again, I felt myself
approaching orgasm.  Without warning, Matt grunted out a fart - and as
the sickening smell shot up my nostrils, I began to cum.

Matt was laughing, "That's right, fucker, shoot that fucking load".

Matt continued to sit on my face as my cum spurted all over my chest.
"I have to fart again", he said, "open your mouth".  Even though I had
just cum, I was so turned on by the idea that this man got off on
farting in my face, that I opened my mouth as commanded.  He grunted,
and I awaited the fart - but was surprised to feel something hard
entering my mouth instead.  What the fuck was he doing?  I panicked and
began to struggle, pushing at Matt's ass and trying to scream at him to
get off of me.  He laughed evily, saying "Eat my shit, bitch.  I know
you want it".

He continued to push his shit out, filling my mouth so full that I was
choking.  I had no choice but to swallow some down, and I was completely
sickened at the thought as the warm waste was forced down my throat.
The taste was totally disgusting, and my stomach began to heave again.
I couldn't keep up with the flow of shit he was grunting out, and when
my mouth was crammed full, he finally lifted his ass and continued to
shit onto my face.  "Ahhh, that feels good", he said, laughing.  Then he
sat down on the shit, smearing it over my face and squishing it up my
nose.  He sat his full weight on my face, and I began to sufficate.  I
was trying to scream at him that I needed air, but my mouth was so full
of shit that I could only make muffling sounds.  Matt just sat there and
laughed.  I was grabbing at him in desperation, and finally, when I
thought I might faint, he raised himself up.

"Having trouble breathing?", he asked, as I coughed out his shit.  He
laughed again.

"I need a shower", he said casually, and walked from the room as I
choked and coughed, trying to catch my breath.

I listened to the sound of Matt showering as I sat in the mess on his
mattress.  I stunk like worse than human trash - I obviously couldn't
leave before I took a shower as well.  I was amazed at all that had
transpired, and confused about why I had allowed this man to use me in
this way.  Could I have stopped him if I had really wanted to?  Had I
really wanted to?  I wasn't sure.

When he was finished, I could hear Matt leave the bathroom and go into
his living room, flipping on the T.V.

I waited for a few seconds, still in a state of semi-shock   I finally
rose and went into the bathroom, taking a long, warm shower. I tried to
wash all of the disgusting grime and sickening smell from my body.

When I was done, I walked to the front door and opened it - glad to find
that my clothes were still sitting outside of Matt's door.  I pulled
them inside and began to get dressed.

I glanced at Matt as he sat, watching T.V.  He didn't look up at me, but
stared straight ahead at the television.  I turned and grabbed the door
handle, prepared to leave without saying anything.  Still without
looking up, Matt snapped his fingers, causing me to pause.  "I want you
to call me tomorrow - to arrange a time when you can come back here and
clean up the mess you left - and to make another one".

I didn't respond as I walked out the door and down the hallway.  But we
both knew that I'd call.

written by loopy
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