I love getting my asshole eaten. It’s an incredible feeling and I’ll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my hole dripping with his saliva. But this time, I was drunk and the person behind me was no man but a beast. I had to fart. I tried to hold it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his tongue out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his head, pulling him in closer to me, and I released.
I heard him gag as I let the gas escape me. I felt him try to pull away but I kept my hold on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, stronger than ever. By this time, I was as hard as I’d been in a while. I told him to get on the bed.
I’d never topped a man before and we had agreed that he’d be the top tonight but he wasn’t getting hard and I was having too much fun degrading him so I decided I’d fuck him then go back to the bar to find that bartender. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to cover everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a giant glop on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guys to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn’t bring myself to touch him so I said fuck it.
I put my hands on the blanket covering his hips and I lined up my cock to his virgin opening. I could hear his breathing stop as he felt the bluntness against his opening and there was resistance when I tried to push in. I wasn’t having it though. I’d just made this mongrel drink my piss and eat one of my farts and now he was going to take a load of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in hard. When my head finally broke through his ring I heard him yelp and try to pull away but I grabbed his hair through the blanket and pulled him back against me. I pulled his head up so that his back arched as I pulled out and sunk back in again. The noises he was making were winces of pain but I loved it. I pounded him hard and deep. Rougher than I’d ever been. This was his first time and I wanted him to remember it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his boxers had bloodstained skid-marks four days later.
I pushed his head into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him deeper with every smack of my pelvis against his bulbous ass. I fucked him hard and deep for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar tingling at the base of my dick. I pulled out once more and plunged in as deep as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my load. I collapsed on top of the blanket covering his beastly form but even the booze couldn’t hide that distinct smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my phone. He was still under the blanket and I could hear light crying. I snapped a picture of his hole spread agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shit, and blood. I’d made him bleed and there was something so satisfying in that accomplishment.
I pulled the blanket off him and lay down next to him and he turns to me with red eyes and says, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get hard. I know how much you wanted me to fuck you.” and proceeds to bawl.
Oh my fucking god this piece of filth. I get up and start getting dressed. I say “so I have the room all night but I think I’m going to head home for the night. You’re welcome to stay if you don’t want to drive back tonight.”
“No, I think I’ll go. I just need to drive.” Speaking between wiping the tears from his face.
“You probably shouldn’t drive if you’re distraught,” I say with whatever concern I can muster for a man I just pissed into, farted into, and came into.
“No, I just hope I don’t get pulled over because I’m not allowed to leave the state because I’m a convicted felon.”
I stare at him with wide eyes as he’s putting his clothes back on and stuffing his shit into his backpack. I say, “ok then, I guess I’m going to go home” and with that, I pick up my bag and walk out the door. It was only about 11 so I lit a cigarette and got in my car.
It was fun I guess. A nice story and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The whole ordeal lasted about 90 minutes. I guess I made him rim me longer than I thought I did, haha. There’s something about getting your hole licked by someone you don’t have to look at that makes time stand still, maybe even more because I could fantasize that the man behind me or under that blanket wasn’t the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so much the actual fucking part, but the fact that I got to abuse him, make him feel like shit to the point of crying, and make him bleed for my pleasure.
That was my first blind date and about a month ago. Just after that I downloaded Grindr but wasn’t finding anyone who was worthwhile. I finally said ok, I’ll make a second profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to find some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some messages from college guys for a quick blowjob or a fuck behind the bookcases in the library during midterms. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.
He tells me he’s into all sorts of stuff and likes to be kinky. I’m intrigued so I ask how he likes to play. He’s into punishment. I think he phrased it as, “I know I deserve it sometimes.” The picture he sent me wasn’t a face but from what I could see he wasn’t far behind the other mongrel for ugliest man alive. His cock was not that great, uncircumcised, small, veiny and crooked. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to punish him. He told me he found a master online who told him to buy a dildo and he did and it arrived earlier this week. He sent me a pic of the giant thing, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke bottle he showed me for scale. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his last master was “evil” and he needed one closer to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple things like nipple clamps and cum deprivation but he liked most when I talked about dripping hot candle wax on him as punishment for not pleasing me well enough. Every new act came with the reply “yes sir” and “as you wish.”
I could get used to that, I thought. I told him that I was going to tie my belt around his neck into a choke collar so I could walk him around like the dog he is and when he was being naughty I’d pull it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.
I told him how I wanted to tie the belt to the head of his bed and get on all fours at the foot so that he could eat my hole but I’d be just out of reach. I wanted him to choke himself in order to please me. He said “Yes sir,” “I will put my tongue in deep.” Ok, now I’m thinking this kid is pretty crazy. I’d never done anything like that to someone but he was chomping at the bit to get me to come over and punish him.
I don’t even know this kid’s name but he wants me to strangle him while he eats my hole.