So as many of my readers might gather, I went through a slut phase where I hooked up a lot. Just a short story from that time. All participants are well over 18.
"You look like just the kind of boy I like to dominate" was the message. I was on apps all the time back then. Surfing for the next hookup. Building experience from my late beginnings. Enjoying the interplay and dynamics involved in sex with other men.
The picture of the cock was interesting because beneath it you could see the heavy work boots and bluejeans of a working man. And I am an aficionado of cock. This one was solid and very veiny with a prominent head much bigger than the already girthy shaft.
"What kind of things do you look for in your boys?" I questioned.
"Soft boys. They can have muscles and be in shape but they're soft. I was a Marine DI and I liked taking those soft civilians and molding them into men. Men who'd take soft Navy boys like you and molding them into obedient cocksuckers and cock sleeves. You got a girly fat ass made for cock."
I didn't know how to respond to that. I was definitely a bottom when it came to mansex but this seemed maybe too much.
I didn't have to respond before another text came. "Wife goes to church every Sunday at 8 and I'll put the mailbox flag up when I get the paper. She comes back at noon. You be out here at 8:30 and I'll take you out to the barn and teach you. This Sunday. You be here." There was an address at the end and I googled it.
He was out in the country. Old farmhouse with outbuildings outside of the next town over. Twenty-two minute trip it said.
"Okay" I texted. Curious about the casual dominance of the man, that veiny cock and his matter of fact manner.
"Come all cleaned out, greased up and ready to fuck. You get shit on my dick and you'll lick it off. Don't wear rubbers and you either swallow or take it up the ass or both."
Not sure at that point why I didn't bail. The man was obviously a hardcase and demanding. I had plenty of fuckbuddies I could go to. None were as demanding and certainly didn't have the take it or leave it attitude. It was more of a partnership than this.
That casual dominance piqued my interest and I found myself sitting on the country road just past the address. The mailbox flag was up and I stared at the clock. At 8:28 I started driving and pulled into the gravel driveway. A rawboned figure wearing overalls and a trucker style hat came out onto the front porch and waved me around the back of the house. Coming to the window and telling me to park in back so the car didn't show from the road in a gravelly voice.
I got out of the car as he ambled up. "Well you're a good looking cocksucker ain't you" he said conversationally. "C'mon with me and we'll go out to the barn and get familiar."
It was a combination hay barn in one part with a separated out workshop. Wood floor and it smelled like hay and the grease of machinery. An old couch sat in the corner with workbenches in part of it.
"Got a couple of hours. Go ahead and shuck them clothes and we'll see if you got as girly of an ass as it looked like. Gotta say you look like my favorite type of boy to have fun with already."
Thankfully it was warm from the wood stuff running in the corner. I stripped and he watched until I stood there in my underwear. "Oh yeah boy, you're exactly my type. No hair, pale and soft plus those girly panties."
"They're men's underwear" I responded. Starting to feel a little defensive about my bikini style underwear.
"Sure they are sweetheart. Look just like panties to me on a boy that came to get fucked. Well lose those cause you ain't gonna need them. Besides I wanna see that fat girl ass in person. Turn around."
"Oh yeah" he said as I jumped a little as callused hand gripped a cheek and fondled. "That's a soft ass just perfect for rutting against. Lets see if you did like you were told... "
The thick finger slipped down and pushed at my pucker and then slid in the lubricated flesh. "Good boy. You'll squeal a bit when the old cock goes in but not many folks close by to hear it so let it loose. I like hearing boys squeal when they get fucked up the ass. Makes me hard as nails."
He pushed the overall straps over his shoulder and they sagged to the floor. His cock like it was pictured stood straight out. Veiny, girthy with a head the size of a racquetball that tapered abruptly down to the still thick shaft before widening out to match the head. Getting that thing in me was going to be a challenge.
"Why don't you kneel up on that couch and show me your cunt boy. You look just like those Navy boys I used to turn out back in the day. Keep this up and we'll get you a sailor suit and it will be just like working for Uncle and fucking the navy."
