Invited

I have written over 20 stories here on Literotica. And no one will be surprised that more extreme things happen in my fantasies than in my true stories. But what do you do when you unexpectedly get the chance to make a fantasy come true? A fantasy that actually scares you?

Although I am addressed as boy in the story, I am over 50 years old. And the other main character is also a man over 50.

My thanks again to Larry from Lancaster, for his editing.

"In your town until the end of this month. Love to fuck a throat."

Thom emailed me this unequivocal appeal. "What do you think?" he asked.

It's been over a year since I read Thom's profile on a forum for older men who want to have an adventure sometimes, or more often. Since then, we've met three times for some steamy sex. Unfortunately, we live too far apart to just drop in, but every now and then, coincidentally or not, we have to be in the same city. Then we have a beer and go to the hotel room of one of us.

The photo attached to the message Thom forwarded me showed a sturdy man with a big boner, photographed diagonally from below. The photo said, "waiting for a hungry throat," and the number of his profile on the site. And his name left little to the imagination: deepthroater.

I do like a solid pole in my mouth, but such a monster all the way down my throat... I have never experienced that. And although it also scares me, I also felt some excitement coming up. So, I decided to take a look at the profile. And that left nothing to be desired in terms of clarity.

I am looking for obedient open mouths belonging to bearish, chubby men to feed.

You enjoy being gagged until you receive your reward, .... than you are my man.

I love the sound of a gagged throat in desperate need of air, the coughing and eyes filled with tears, in despair to get the dick down even further.

I expect you to be hungry and thirsty. I usually shoot a big load and can rinse it down with a gallon of piss, if that pleases you.

Pigs trapped in a bear's body specially welcum.

I AM NOT INTO ANAL SEX!!!!!!!

Leave your e-mail and I'll get back to you.

What he wanted scared me. But at the same time, it turned me on like crazy. Just reading it gave me a huge hard on.

I wrote Thom back to share my mixed feelings with him. His answer was clear:

"When we first met, you wouldn't have dared to dream that you would later let me tie your arms behind your back and push my cock hard into your mouth. I think you secretly dream of this, and you take it a few steps further with every meeting; anyway. I know what you really want; you just have to dare."

Of course, Thom was right. Not only that I want it, but also that I didn't dare. Now I'm not exactly a bear, on the contrary, so I decided to send deepthroater a short message, without making any proposals or promises.

"Would have liked to experience that, but I'm out of town till the first week of next month. And not really a bear, though I do have a beard. Have a nice time here."

He replied a day later: "Pity, it would have been nice to meet you."

The fact that I am a tall, hairless, fairly slim man was no problem. Perhaps I secretly hoped that he would say that he was only looking for chubby bears. Then the decision would have been made for me. But I had another option...to not have to decide for myself. And I emailed him:

"Are you actually leaving by the end of this month? There's a small chance I'll have to be there on the 1st in the afternoon and may be dropped off there in the morning and may have time. Nothing sure yet, so don't change your plans. But it may be a last-minute opportunity."

His replay popped up within a minute: "I'm leaving on the 1

st

with the 20.45 train to the airport."

His short answer was clear. He offered me the chance to meet him, but he definitely didn't want to deal with a flake, so he wanted me to be clear about my intentions.

I thought about talking to Thom again, but I already knew what he would say. So I decided to go for it and emailed that I would be in town at 9:00 on the 1st and would be available until 14:00. I added my email address so we wouldn't have to communicate via the dating site anymore.

I got an email back almost immediately: "Fine, I'll see you at 9:30 in the Holiday Inn Hotel, room 224."

I don't think I've ever been as nervous as I was that morning of the 1st. "What are you thinking about, you're so quiet," my wife asked a few times on the way. I replied that I was dreading the meeting that day. That wasn't even a lie, only she had no idea which meeting I meant.

At about 9 o'clock she dropped me off at the bus station on the edge of town. The bus I was supposed to take had just left, so I had to wait fifteen minutes for the next one. Just after half past nine I walked into the hotel, took the stairs to the second floor and knocked on the door of room 224.

"You're late," a voice sounded from the room.

"Just a few minutes; the bus was a bit late," I replied.

"I don't care why, but I don't like people being late. And I especially don't like excuses," the voice boomed.

For a moment I wondered if I would be the victim of a flake myself, but then I thought that this might be the game he wanted to play. I had no experience with real submissive behavior, but I had read enough about it. So I tried it with, "I'm really sorry, sir. What do you want me to do to let me in anyway?"

"Aha," came a much friendlier voice from the room, "at least you're a polite boy. Take off your clothes completely, put them in front of my door, and then go across the hallway, so I can judge you through the peephole in the door and decide whether to let you in."

I hesitated for a moment. It was tourist season, so there were a lot of guests. And of course, such a luxury hotel was full of cameras. I looked around, but soon the voice sounded again. "Don't keep me waiting too long. If you don't want to come in, you can just leave."

As I said, I'm not really a submissive guy, and certainly not used to just following orders without question. So I didn't know what was happening to me. It was as if my hands were working completely independently as they pulled off my shirt, my shoes and socks, my pants, and finally my underwear. I pushed the pile of clothes in front of the door and stood against the wall opposite the door. It seemed like an eternity until I heard the voice again.

"Mmmm, that looks pretty good. Normally I like thicker bodies, but a slimmer body with that beautiful beard is a nice change. And your cock looks great. Too bad for you you're not going to use it today. I like to be sucked off, but I can't imagine having someone else's cock inside me."

The door opened a little. As I stepped forward, a hand pulled my clothes inside and threw an envelope out. Then the door closed again.

"You can come in later, but you were late, and I don't like that. As punishment, you have to get me two bottles of beer from the vendor machine by the elevator. There is a card in the envelope that you can use to get the bottles from the machine. If you obey and don't stay away too long, I will make sure you will get some use out of these beers too."

Once again it seemed as if I had no say in my own actions. I took the envelope, walked down the hall to the elevator, put the card in the machine, and pressed the code for a bottle of beer, repeated that once, paid no attention at all when the elevator bell rang and a group of cheering men left it, and walked back to the room with bottles and card, with the men laughing and taking pictures with their phones behind me. I knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door was clearly the man from the profile picture I had seen. That was a somewhat reassuring thought; at least it wasn't someone who had pretended to be something he wasn't. He was fully dressed, so whether what I had come for was really as spectacular as the picture suggested, I had yet to see.

"Come in," he said, half-compellingly, but with an undertone of friendliness. Although I was still very tense, almost anxious at times, a feeling of reassurance came over me. I was going to experience something intense, something I had never done before, something that might be painful, and that might lead to things I couldn't yet foresee, but which I had chosen in full consciousness. Well... in full consciousness? Actually, more like in full horniness. Retreating was no longer an option. My clothes were inside, a group of cheering men were standing behind me... I stepped inside.

"Good morning," I said, "my name is..."

"Stop!" the man roared, "I call you boy and that's all I want to know about you."

"Okay sir," I replied.

"Good boy, just call me sir, then you will know enough about me."

He grabbed the bottles of beer, opened them, and downed each one in just a few gulps.

"I can see you thinking: 'He promised me something from those bottles too.' Well, don't worry, you can trust me. I always keep my promises." He had to laugh out loud at my dazed look. "Come stand in front of me and let me take a good look at you."

I took a few steps towards him and stood there, while his eyes slid over my body. I slowly turned on my axis.

"Good boy," he grunted, "now come closer and take off my shirt."

The realization that it was really going to start sent a wave of excitement through my body. And that did not go unnoticed.

"Look, look, you're in the mood, I can see," he chuckled, while I pulled his shirt over his head.

An immense torso emerged, larger than I had expected, and completely hairy. What else would be impressive?

"I see you can't wait. Go ahead, boy, I don't like getting my clothes dirty, so take them all off and place them neatly on that chair over there in the corner."

I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slowly pulled them down. A pair of white underpants were revealed, with a bulge in them that left little to the imagination. Then his hairy legs that were almost twice as thick as mine. When his pants were around his ankles, I waited for him to step out of them, but he didn't.

"Come on, boy, hurry up a bit, or you'll have to leave without the precious load you came for."

"Yes sir, but would you like to step out of your pants now?"

"Of course, boy," he said, as he pulled out of his crumpled pants step by step, "if you ask politely, I'll be happy to do it."

I folded the pants neatly and put them on the chair. Then I walked back to take off his socks. Now he was only wearing his underwear. Just a little while and I would know what was in store for me... I knelt down in front of him, grabbed his underwear on either side above his hips by the waistband, and slid them down bit by bit. While I could feel how his buttocks were already uncovered, the waistband got stuck a little behind the fascinating bulge. I let go of one hand to work the underwear around that bulge.

"Stop! Leave your hands where they are! You don't need them!"

I was startled by his loud voice. "Yes sir, of course sir," I stammered.

It was clear to me that there was only one way to get that garment down. With my teeth I gently grabbed the waistband of the panties just above the bulge. As I tried to wriggle it down, the hidden cock touched my chin. To my surprise, that cock still felt flaccid. What on earth was going to come out next?

Suddenly the underpants shot over the hurdle, and I could push them down further.

"Would you please lift your left foot, sir?" I asked.

"Of course, boy," he laughed as he did as I had asked.

"Now your right foot, sir."

After he had complied with that request as well, he finally stood there completely naked; a large hairy figure. I estimated him to be at least 100 kilos. And before my eyes went to what had been hidden all this time, a long, thick, but indeed flaccid cock.

"Now, show me you know how to make a cock hard."

I grabbed his monster with one hand. While I stroked the skin behind his glans with my thumb, I grabbed his sack with my other hand and started massaging his balls.

"Oh no, boy, you don't need your hands for that. Why do all those boys always start with their hands? Stand up and turn around!"

I had no idea what he was after, but it soon became clear.

"Hands behind your back!"

I did as he told me and then felt him put a pair of handcuffs on me.

"There, boy, now go ahead."

"Yes sir," I said, sinking back to my knees.

With my tongue I managed to lift his glans a little, after which I could put my lips around it. Now that his cock head was in my mouth, I could play with it with my tongue. I circled around it, licked the skin from back to front, tensed, and relaxed my lips alternately. And with small jerks I felt the cock grow.

The man groaned softly. "Ohhh, good boy, you know how to treat a pole."

The cock was now considerably larger than mine, and it just kept growing. It was already longer than I had ever seen before, but I could still feel the little shocks in my mouth, with which it became a little thicker and a little harder each time. My mouth was now quite full of it, and I wondered whether the thing would not soon prove to be much too big for me. At the same time, I knew that there was no point in wondering, because there was no way back anyway. Naked, my clothes in an unknown place in the room, and with my hands cuffed behind my back, I could do nothing but continue what I had started. If I wanted to blame anyone for this situation, it was entirely myself.

"Okay, get up, boy," the man said, pulling his pole out of my mouth. I think it was a good 8 inches, swinging back and forth before my eyes. Maybe 9 inches. I stood up and felt him grab my arm and push me toward a door. It turned out to be the bathroom. He pushed me toward the large walk-in shower.

"Still enjoying it, boy?"

"Yes sir." (Was any other answer even possible?)

"Good boy, then get back on your knees. From now on I'll do the work. How about that?"

"Fine, sir, thank you, sir."

I dropped to my knees again and from that moment on everything happened at breakneck speed.

He guided his cock with his right hand to my mouth, while he held his left hand behind my head. With a strong thrust he pushed his glans inside, after which he also held his right hand behind my head. While he held my head firmly in place, he pushed his enormous pole in bit by bit.

Glg... at the first impact of his glans against my throat he stopped for a moment, pulled back a bit, but then thrust further again.

Gllllg... I already had the feeling that I could not breathe properly. But now the exercises that I had developed for playing the saxophone came in handy. I had taught myself to breathe in through my nose like a didgeridoo player, while I exhaled air through my mouth. I had to laugh for a moment at the comparison of a didge with what I was playing now.

Gllllg gllllg.... Another inch went in. I concentrated on my breathing and once that worked well, the feeling of almost suffocating changed into a feeling of insane excitement.

Each new thrust caused a momentary gag, but each time I was able to neutralize the feeling.

Suddenly I felt the man's balls hit my chin.

"Unbelievable," I heard him say, "I've never been able to fit my pole all the way into anyone's mouth. How do you do that, boy?"

Fortunately, he didn't expect an immediate answer. That wouldn't have been too easy with a mouth full of cock. He waited a few seconds and then slowly pulled his cock back a long way. For a moment I could breathe through my mouth again, but soon gllllg... gllllg... the long pole slid back in. I managed to control my breathing again. When his balls hit my chin for the second time, he immediately pulled back, and slowly increased his pace. The first few times I gagged, but it felt like the path was being lubricated and opened up bit by bit.

About 10 thrusts later, I managed to enjoy the feeling of that huge cock thrusting deep into my throat. In the meantime, the man was getting hornier, and his movements were getting wilder. My lips were stretched to the limit around his thick pole, and I felt the beginnings of a cramp in my jaws, but my horniness overpowered the pain, and I enjoyed every thrust.

After a few minutes of a hard face-fuck, I heard the man's moans getting louder and louder, until they turned into a kind of primal scream. His movements stopped when his pole was all the way inside my mouth. He started shaking, lost his grip on my head, pushed his hips even harder into my face, and then...

... a huge jet of warm juice shot deep into my throat. A second and third quickly followed. I could barely swallow them down, and with the fourth, I couldn't anymore. The cum was forced out between his pole and my tense lips. The waves just kept coming. Sometimes I swallowed some of it, but most of it was now dripping down my beard and leaking in long drips onto my belly.

Eventually, the cum shots stopped and the cock in my mouth weakened a little. The man didn't try to pull it out completely, though.

"Remember I promised you that you could enjoy my beers too," he laughed. It took a few seconds to start to suspect what he meant. He wouldn't, not right after such a huge ejaculation, also... The moment I realized that he had clearly described in his profile what he was going to do to me, I felt the warm stream running into my mouth. Again, I had to make the greatest effort to swallow it down, but eventually I choked and while tears sprang to my eyes, I fell to the floor on my side, coughing and spluttering. When the golden shower finally stopped, I was lying in a big puddle, with a mix of piss and cum all over my body.

I can't describe how I felt. I had dreamed of such a sperm shower and written stories about it so often. And although I had never written about golden showers in my stories, I had secretly fantasized about them too. Only I had always thought that I wouldn't dare to do it. But now it had really happened to me!

"Wouldn't you like to thank me, boy?" My thoughts were rudely interrupted by his compelling voice.

"Oh, my apologies, sir, I'd like to thank you very much for everything you just gave me."

"You're not quite done yet. By walking around the hotel completely naked to get the beer, you've completely freaked out a group of guys. They're all ready to explode now, especially after they watched you relieve me of a gallon of fluid. I promised them they could satisfy themselves in the bathroom here."

I wanted to protest but realized that there was no point. And besides, I didn't really mind. The idea that the group had been watching was actually made me quite horny. So I wriggled up, which wasn't so easy with my cuffed hands, until I was leaning against the wall on the soaking wet floor.

There they came: eight horny men, with their pants open and their cocks in their hands. Panting and groaning, they jerked off until they squirted their semen all over me one by one. When they started to leave the bathroom, the man stopped them.

"Is that all you have for him? The boy is insatiable you know, and he wants much more."

They looked at each other, and at me, a bit uncomfortable.

"Go ahead," I said. With all that I've had in and on me this morning, a little more won't matter."

Eight jets now provided what could really be called a shower. A warm, golden shower.

After the guests left, the man opened my handcuffs and I could take a real shower, but now with water from the hotel. Both still naked, we drank a beer. The man, who now introduced himself and turned out to be called Frank, like me, said that he had done this kind of session before, but had never penetrated so deeply in a mouth. Usually, the people he fucked showed that they really couldn't handle going it all. And often they pulled out with force before he came in their throat.