Arguably I have become better at sex with age. Ironic being that I don't have the endless energy of earlier years but the sex I do have is with more confidence and joy rather than anxiety. Where experience is responsible for part of it I attribute no small part of it to being bi.
I worried about everything about sex in my 20s. First I was worried that the sex wouldnt be memorable enough so I would push myself into marathon efforts. Then when I found out "a few good orgasms is fine" I worried that in my more primal horny states I could end up hurting my partner with my stronger body. I veered away from letting loose until as part of being bi I realised that I enjoyed being overwhelmed and only had to look out for changes in their enjoyment when I was doing it to other people.
His name was Alec. About 6'4 with broad muscular shoulders, bulging forearms and thighs and an ass you could break planks on. With his well manicured beard he looked like the type of guy I would never just start talking to in a bar. Thankfully I met his mind online before seeing a picture of this beast of a man. We flirted and exchanged pics, a harmless enough act until one night he offered to do in real life what we had been fantasizing about together.
I wanted to meet him but I was terrified. I was always taking the bottom role with him and the idea of this huge figure grabbing me and using me was equal parts amazing and petrifying. I would fantasise about his cock every time I used my toy on myself while reminding myself that he was a LOT bigger. I came clean to him and he reassured me that he was experienced and would go slow stopping the second I called it. I swallowed my fear and set the date.
Alecs home was beautiful. A sign that even though he looked like a biker he was a financier in London three days a week. I walked up to it with shaking legs and a pounding heart and rang the doorbell.
The door opened and filling the frame was my beast du jour. A workout vest and loose shorts showed most of his body and my eyes kept dropping to his shorts where something kept showing against the bulge. The patina of sweat told me he was working out either to pump himself for a better effect or to distract him from his own nerves. All my usual smart arse lines forgotten I blurted out "Hi" and he smiled and gestured me in.
We tried small talk as I took my shoes off and stowed my coat and bag but the talk dissolved into manic smiles as we both contemplated what was going to happen.
"Nervous?" He called me out.
"Yeah. Just trying to come down from the excitement and get loose you know?" I shook my arms and suddenly felt self-conscious but his warm smile told me he understood the effect he was having on me.
"Let's see what we can do about that." He walked up to me and kissed me. His huge soft lips massaging my own as I felt his beard and moustache tickle my face. I was reeling from the kiss as he turned me around and started kissing my neck from behind drawing my back to his chest and undoing my shirt buttons. His hands warm and strong ran over my chest hair and cheekily pinched my nipples before pulling my shirt down my arms. His kisses fell to the nape of my neck and my shoulders. He opened his mouth wide and gave my neck a gentle bite and I melted.
Before my shirt could slip from my wrists he twisted it and my hands were cuffed behind my back. While still kissing my neck and back he pulled off his vest and shorts and my bound hands suddenly found his semi erect monster in between them. I grabbed hold and he slowly fucked my hands while still kissing and I felt the thick cock stiffen and pulse as it prepared to be eased into my poor little hole.
He reached around and undid my trousers pulling them off and making me stumble around in his arms. Throwing my clothes to one side he gripped my soft cock and balls in his fist squeezing gently. His thumb found my soaking wet and sensitive cock tip and I moaned out loud as he teased circles around it. (We had spoken online about the fact that when I go into subspace my cock doesnt get hard even though I'm hugely aroused). While he worked my cock making my knees weaker and my ass twitch he kissed and bit my ass cheeks (we don't like rimming but oh my god this is hot).
It didnt take long until I was a rag doll in his arms, barely standing. He teased my ass with his fingers and although I pre-lubed he squirted a good load onto my hole and I heard a slapping sound as he liberally greased up his cock.
I was lifted easily onto the back of the sofa and he lifted my legs off the ground so I was suspended between his hands and the sofa. His fingers were replaced with the head of his cock and he started teasing. The thick head was massaged in circles and he paid attention to my ass tightening and twitching until it stopped and he teased the tip into my hole. I tensed only for a second and then slowly he eased in. I started stretching but as I tensed he stopped and said gently but firmly "ease onto me". I wailed and relaxed as I pushed back onto him and gasped as I stretched over his hard prick. I was a numb little sex toy hanging from his body and his shallow strokes started preparing my prostate for the joyful punishment I was about to undertake.
The strokes started to give over to careful rhythmic thrusts and I buried my face into the cushions. I moaned and wailed as this thick cock started using me. I was overwhelmed changing randomly from giving encouraging "yeah"s, disbelieving wails and sobbing moans. I was, at the same time, doubting if I could take him until he was finished with me and proudly being a little consult begging for him to pump my little ass with his seed.
He got into his stride but so did I. Relaxing myself by sending any tension out of my body by wailing loudly into the pillow. I had teased him online by saying I'd be a wailing slut in his arms but he had other things in mind. He snarled and pulled out (he told me later he didn't want to cum too early).
Once more my limp body was picked up and placed on the dining table (me feeling like a pathetic little creature deserving to only be used as a cock sleeve to be used and thrown aside) but as I went to assume a position he flipped me on my back. Exposed and facing him he grinned with a predatory smile and took my ankles in his hands. He pulled my legs up and scooped up my wrists in the same hands so my limbs were restrained in his fists.
It occurred to me later that I must have been gaping from the first round of being stretched over his cock as he eased in without needing to use his hands. I went to look to the side and he commanded "No!" and for the rest of my fucking I looked him in the eye like a paralyzed rabbit staring at the headlights of an oncoming train.
The second fucking started slow. Not to ease me into being used but for my alpha to enjoy edging his cock in his new fucktoy. My ass was gripping his cock in a satisfying way and a rumbling "mmm" told me he was enjoying me. My eyes rolled deliriously but I faced him as he enjoyed me and I started getting high on being this hot little fuck. I felt his hands gripping my limbs tighter before he started thrusting once more and I held my breath as his lips peeled back, this teeth gritted and the full length of his cock started to pound me.
His upper lip raised into a snarl and he went feral on me. His cock was pounding so hard that I couldnt feel it exactly only a wave of force rippling in and out of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and for the first time I felt his balls slamming against my ass. I felt tears running down my cheeks but within seconds my arms and legs were free, flopping uselessly to my sides. His hands gripped my ass cheeks painfully and he held me up off the table. His bellow and the rhythmic twitching of his cock told me that I was being filled with his seed.
He laughed and let me go. I was sprawled across the table looking used and not caring. He picked me up and laid me on the sofa as if I was out but I was more in blissful shock with my thousand yard stare.
I came to myself what seemed like hours but I am told was a minute later. "Wow" was all I managed but soon became my usual chatty self. Naked apart from my socks with cum dripping from my poor aching hole onto his sofa. He offered to make me cum but I refused. It seemed like cheapening the experience to have this powerful beast of a man do anything but use me.
The next time I was "top" it was with a woman but I still had the experience fresh in my mind. Of being hungered for. I adapted the feeling for who I knew her to be and when I came I made sure to not hold back on expressing how good it felt to be inside her. When I came there was no "nnn" and I let loose surprising myself with the feral growl that left my throat. |
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