Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Punishment Fuck

Sorry folks, it has been awhile since my last post. Two factors have caused this delay. First, like Bikeguy, most of my hookups take place while I am on business travel. My travel is just now picking up again after the holiday slow down. Secondly, Roomie has been venturing into my bed more and more as he has gotten over the fact that I nearly raped him that first time. I have not yet decided if I will blog anymore about sex with my housemate. I find it more difficult to write about fucking a guy who is not only a very good friend, and one who lives in the same house. No, he does not know about this blog yet.

Anyway, it is Tuesday morning and I am in the Airport awaiting my flight back to DC from Alabama. My cock is a bit sore from fucking a skinny white boy so hard last night. t It was a punishment fuck to be sure.

The trick’s name is Mike. The interesting thing is how we hooked up. Mike is actually a repeat from a previous trip early last year. Evidently, while putting the hookup together last year, I put his cell phone number in my phone with just his first name. The day before began this trip, I was looking for another number and came across “Mike (in Birmingham)”. I had no recollection of this Mike, or the previous hookup. As if figured out later, this hookup took place eight months ago. On a whim, I decided to send the number a txt msg that said,

“Will be in town Sunday night though Tuesday morning”.

When I landed in Birmingham Sunday afternoon, and turned my phone on, there was a return msg,

“who is this?”

and another one that said,

“You looking?”

To make a long story short, I confessed to not knowing who I was sending the message to, but that we must have hooked-up before. Within about 4 msgs he was asking me

“Are you a big muscled black guy with a fat Bulldog Dick that fucked me silly last spring at the Hilton?”

The “Bulldog Dick” is a term he used the last time we fucked, and this keyed my memory.

“Yes, that would be me.”

We made plans for a second fuck at 6:00 PM Monday night.

At about 10 til 6 I get a txt msg saying:

“Hey, I am running late but I will be there by 6:30”

Maybe it is my background, but punctuality is important to me, and his being late irritated me a bit. Nonetheless, I responded:

“Copy That”

By 6:45 I am pissed and decided to call off the fuck.

“Listen guy, maybe another time”

He responded,

Mike: “I am here… pulling into the parking lot now”

Me: “Yeah, but this was supposed to go down at 1800 hours”

Mike: “I am sorry, I could not get away from work …”

Me: “I gotta tell ya… I am kinda pissed”

Mike: “I understand… take it out on me sexually Sir”

I truly had no plan to go through with this fuck until he said to take my anger out on him sexually… Honestly, that made my dick rock hard instantly.

Me: “Very well, proceed to room 202”

As this guy, Mike, walks through the door, I realize that I had forgotten what a hot body he has. He is 6’, 145lbs, 33 waist, broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had the classic swimmers body type. He also has one of those perfectly shaped bubble buts with only the slightest giggle to it when you smack it.

As soon as the door is closed and he turns to face me, I slap him hard across the face. He says nothing, looks down at the floor and prepares himself for the next slap which comes immediately. Again, he says nothing and stands there. I tell him to get naked and he hurriedly begins to remove all of his clothing and then waits for me by the bed.

As soon as I am also naked I turn him, and lean him over the side of the bed. I put just a bit of lube on the head of my cock. I want this first stroke to hurt. He had produced this little bottle of popper and was sniffing hard, trying to prepare himself for the initial shock of me penetrating him. As soon as he had the cap back on the bottle, I thrust into him in one strong motion. He yells out, and tries to get away by moving forward onto the bed, but he cant. I have a firm grip of his narrow hips and I move with him so that my fat cock stays burred deep in his guts. He is withering and moaning loudly on the bed underneath me. After holding my cock in him for about 15 second. I yank it out and he collapses flat on the bed. I walked over to my suitcase and remove an expensive bottle of German poppers.

“Here, use these…they are much stronger”

He gladly takes the new poppers, and takes a huge pull on them. I was a bit concerned about this because these poppers knock me on my ass! Nevertheless, he sort of drifted off into la la land as I repositioned him onto his back with his legs over my shoulders.

Just before I push back into him… he looks at me all glassy eyed and says,

“Please take me Sir… Punish me… Please breed me Sir”

With that I began a very hard driving fuck. His ass, now completely open, felt GREAT, but when he started to rub my nips while I was fucking him… I went into over drive. For awhile, all that could be heard was the click-clacky sound of cock moving in and out of a well lubed ass. The distinctive balls slapping bare ass. And, the gutteral moans of a well fucked bottom.

I fucked him steady for about 20 minutes, stopping only a couple of times to add more lube. He manages to say in a groggy voice,

“I don’t know how much more I can take Sir”. To that I said,

“You are about to get what you came for.”

I took a small sniff of the German poppers and worked my way up to and explosive orgasm. I counted 5 strong shots deep into his guts. As I did he said,

“Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir”

I stayed in him for about a minute while I came down off my popper high. As soon as I pulled out he ask,

“May I cum now Sir?”


I think he maybe got three good strokes in before he shot one of the biggest loads I have ever seen come out of a dick. He was not a strong shooter, rather, it just keep flowing out the head of his cock , all over his cock, hand and balls.

I helped him up and sent him into the bathroom to clean up. He was in there for about 5 minutes before he re-emerged, got dressed and left. The only thing he said before he left was,

“Please, text me again Sir when you come back”

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Night Visit

Entregate, you were right! Roomie did come visit my bed Friday night after Christmas.

Sorry It has been a while since I posted last. Have had plenty of sexual encounters, but with the Holidays, and having been thrown for a loop with the whole housemate rape thing, I needed to take a short break and think through some shit. Nonetheless, I am back now and will start off by quickly bringing you up to speed on what happened whit Roomie.

If you have been following this blog, you know that after I took advantage of by drunk, mostly straight, housemate, he insisted that I prove my HIV Negative status. I was tested and it came back Negative and I posted the results on his bedroom door as he was still not talking to me at that point. Let see, that was the Tuesday before Christmas.

I did not see much of him at all that week as he spent the Holiday with family out in Virginia. We both worked on Friday following Christmas. I had made it a quite night by eating an early dinner out, and then watching some HBO movie at home. I went to bed around 11:00. At some point during the night, I hear him come in the house. From the banging and talking to himself (something that he does when he is drunk) I quickly figured out that he was drunk.

About five minutes after I heard him enter the house, my bedroom door opens. I look up to seem his standing in the doorway. He is shirtless, and has nothing on his feet. He belt was undone, and his jeans were open at the fly and showing the top of his white underwear.

I said, "What's up?"

He said nothing. He simply hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and underwear and shucked them down to the floor in one motion. He stepped out of his jeans and walked four steps to the foot of my bed.

I said, "Are You sure?"

Again he did not speak, he simply nodded his head and then kneeled on the bed, pausing a moment before leaning over to rest his upper body on his elbows. His head was planted into the mattress.

I needed no further encouragement. I climbed out of bed nude and reached for the bottle of lube I keep in the night stand beside my bed. I stood behind him with a raging hard-on. The only sound in the room was the click clack sound of me rubbing a lot of lube all over my dick.

I took a step forward and he jumped slightly as the head of my cock made contact with his pucker. I grabbed his narrow hips with both hands and held him in place as I slowly pressed the head of my cock through his super tight sphincter. He grunted loudly as I popped his hole and sank all of my fat cock inside him. I had to tighten my grip on his hips as his natural reaction was to try and move away from the pain. I held him to my crotch for about thirty seconds until the pain started to go away and his hole adjusted to my girth.

I began to fuck him slowly, but I soon determined that I would not prolong this fuck because by now it was obvious that this would be a "dirty" fuck. Clearly, he is not aware of how a good bottom prepares to be fucked.

In less than a minute, I had him completely open and was fucking him with strong deep strokes. out of curiosity, I did quick "reach around" and found that he was indeed rock hard. I wanted to make this good for him so I pulled out and flipped him on his back. As I re-entered him, I angled my cock up, trying to hit his prostate with each stroke. Perhaps out of embarrassment or defiance, he still would not look at me as his eyes were close tight and his head was turned to the side. The only sound he made was grunts that were in perfect sync with the down stroke of my cock in his hole.

I soon felt the my orgasm approaching and I did not ask, rather, I told him, "I am going to cum in your ass"

With this announcement, he finally opened his eye and looked directly at me. At the same time he reached between his legs and began to aggressively stroke his cock. With one last, deep thrust, I let go, and shot a huge load deep in his hole. As I shot, I felt him tighten his hole around my cock. As soon as I was done unloading, he began to spry his chest and stomach with his own cum which came out in very thick globs.

As soon as he appeared to be done shooting his load, i slowly pulled out of him and went to the bathroom for a towel to clean up the mess. When I came back in the room, he was curled up in the fetal position.

"Are you okay?" long pause.

"I am better than okay... thank you... I know that we need to talk... but I am not ready for that yet... is that okay?"

"Sure, whenever you are ready... but can we go back to being friends again?"

"I would like that"

A few minutes later he left my bed for his own.