I grew up in a fairly big city. Was fortunate enough be good looking, and as a result, have had my fair share of attractive women... most of them crazy. But for some reason, whenever I watch or see porn, my eyes are always drawn to the cocks. Recently, I've started to even work them into my fantasies. Watching them fuck my girlfriend at the time, or even having them attached to a dominant male who somehow makes me swallow his load. But this has always been just that, a series of fantasies.
I started surfing through different story sites, and different chat rooms, when I came across the personals section of craigslist... simple enough right? So I started posting ads. I never had the intention of following through, but I got a huge thrill sending out pictures of my penis, and getting replies from people telling me how they'd make me their bitch, and force fee me there cocks. I never replied to any of them, didn't want to lead them on, until one day, I got a reply with a picture attached that just sort of, stuck with me. It was quick and simple, and it read "I'm willing to 'help' you out you cock sucking little slut. I will beat my hard prick all around your hungry face until I cream on your lips." And the picture was of this big, thick cock, with no hair on the balls.
I was almost instantly rock hard. At only 5" rock hard, I wasn't exactly 'packing' a weapon. I tried to forget about the message, and play it off as just another fantasy, but it haunted me. Sometimes three times in a day, I'd find myself looking for a quiet discreet spot to relieve myself. In bathrooms at work, in my apartment, in a bathroom in the mall even. The image was burned into my mind.
I should tell you, I'm 28 yrs old, single, at 6'2 I'm fairly tall, and in pretty good shape. One night, after getting a few happy hour beers, I started surfing the craigslist ads. Again, I started flashing back to that one message, so I decided to reply. It had been almost a week since I received it, so I wrote "Not sure if the offer is still on the table, but I still need your help!" I came in buckets that night as I fantasized of how our meeting would go.
Two days later, I still hadn't received a reply, so I was starting to think I was out of luck, and was pretty happy that I didn't actually have to follow through on this crazy idea. Friday night, after a long week at work, I checked my email, and there was a reply. Again it was quick and simple. He gave me his address, told me to shave my balls for him, and to bring a dozen beers, and to be there by 9pm sharp. It was as though he assumed I was coming. There were no questions, or openings where I could reply and tell him no. Almost as if he was in the room, I followed the orders. I jumped in the shower, and for the first time since pre pubescence, my balls were hairless!
I rang his buzzer a few times, and on the third, he answered. He was about my height, but in much better shape, and about 15 yrs my senior. He told me to put the beers in the fridge, and to bring two of them to the den. I did. When I got there, he made me chug both of them, then told me to fetch another round. He took one of these ones, and I had the other. A little loopy from the quick intake, and the three I had before showing up, I kind of forgot why I was there. We chatted like we were old friends, and at some point the fact that I was having some financial difficulties surfaced.
Around my 4th beer or so (not including the 3 from before), he stands in front of me and says "I know how you can earn some extra money".
I ask how, and he drops $5 on me, and says it's mine, if I kiss his cock. I sit there, wondering if I should, if I can actually go through with this, after all he is wearing his pants... so I start to lean forward, and he stops me, undoes his belt and pants, and drops them to the floor, and then tells me to proceed. I start leaning forward and press my lips against his boxer brief covered cock.
As I lean back, I think to myself "that wasn't so bad right? There, fantasy complete. I can move on."
