The first summer after my freshman year of college was a difficult time. I had embraced my love of getting fucked, had my first boyfriend, had a late night threesome, and other experiences I may write about later. Than the school year came to a close and everyone dispersed. My friend circle disappeared into their summer jobs or went back home. I was staying in my Aunt's basement in a new city, working a temp job, and feeling depressed.
Single, full if pent up sexual urges, and desperate for socialization, I wandered downtown by myself for the first time. It was another world. People coming and going, so much traffic, and I was overwhelmed.
I had turned 19 earlier in the year and I was in great shape. Thin, tall, with shaggy brown hair, green eyes, a toned body, I knew men went nuts for me. I'd started to wear tighter clothes. Jeans that showed off my ass and bulge. Tight shirts that would occasionally show off my abs and the V shape at the base of my torso which pointed down to my cut dick and large balls.
Walking in and out of cafes and coffee shops, I picked one, ordered a latte, and plopped down in a chair with a book. Not really reading, I absent-mindedly would turn a page as I surveyed the inhabitants of the coffee shop. This particular place had a reputation for attracting and supporting gays so I thought maybe I might meet someone, friend or otherwise.
He was staring at me from across the room, not breaking eye contact when we caught each others gaze. He didn't smile, He just stared. I started to think he wanted to kill me. I looked back to my book, fiddled with my latte, turned a page, and tried to look engrossed in my reading. But the words blurred. My neck was growing hot. I could feel his eyes fixated on me.
I flicked my eyes up to check on him and he stood up, walked straight over to my table, and sat down.
"I don't want a date or a friend. I saw you sit down and decided you would be a good fuck toy. After I am done explaining how this will go down, I am going to walk out that door to my car. If you choose to follow me and get in the car with me, know that I will take that as a sign of your willingness to submit to me." He didn't wait for me to reply. I was trembling at the shock of his directness.
"Should you ride with me to my house, you will follow me into the living room and go straight in to the couch. You will get on your knees in front of me and worship my cock. If there is any doubt in your mind about your ability to handle a big dick do not follow me. After I've enjoyed your mouth to my satisfaction you will be given a break. When I want to fuck you, you will get fucked. But understand that I don't pull out and I don't quit until I am sated."
With that he stood and walked out of the shop.
What an arrogant asshole, I thought! Fuck him. Who would fall for that shit. I started to stand up and had to adjust my hard dick so it wouldn't be obvious to the other patrons of the shop how turned on I was.
My thought process ran counter to my actions. As I made my way to his car, I thought, He isn't even hot enough to get away with this kind of behavior. Sure he is tall, and probably hung, but he has a slight beer belly, bad teeth, greased up hair, and smelled of cigarettes. As I approached the car, I could see him smoking out the window. He leaned over and opened the passenger door for me. I got in...
He fired up the engine and drove like an asshole. Aggressive and rude, He wove his way throw traffic and frequently cut people off. Heavy metal blared from the radio. I took this moment to check him out more closely, the guy who was going to take me home and use me or so he said.
He was a good dealer taller than me. Around 6'3". He had large hands and an average, slightly out of shape body. Probably in his mid-30s as I could see the beginnings of wrinkles around his eyes. His face was attractive but rough. One hand on the wheel holding his cigarette, the other hand rested on his thigh, occasionally he would adjust his dick and balls through his pants. He didn't say a word as we drove and he oozed a relaxed confidence.
We pulled into an old neighborhood with shabby but clean houses and rolled up into a driveway. He threw the car in park, shut it off, and headed into the house. I followed again communicating to him my submission and willingness to be his toy.
Inside, the door opened up to a kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one space. the furniture and decorations were that of an old couples. Pictures on the walls were of old people. I looked around warily and backed towards the door. Second guessing myself.
"House sitting for my grandparents. To the couch and on your knees."
For some reason this made sense at the time and put me at ease. I complied and kneeled on the floor. It was a laminate wood that ran through the while space.
He walked in front of me, undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. The dick that sprung out in front of my face was huge. Half hard and rising, I stared dumb founded at it. The smell of his crotch was sex. Raw and animalistic, it set off a building pressure in my own dick. He had trimmed his pubes and his sack hung low, full of two giant balls. Like a bull in his prime, this guy was made for fucking and breeding.
He sank back on the couch, his dick leaning to the side under its own weight. His hands moved behind his head as he spread his legs.
