A Very Eager Bottom

Every big city has a few gay bars, some just for guys to have drinks, others for more aggressive types. I was headed to one of the more aggressive ones. I didn’t have a plan in mind, just thought I’d check it out, shoot the shit with a few regulars, see if anything developed. I had had a dry week, so I could really use dropping a load in a boy. I was used to sizing up guys, and I could guess what  kinks they got into. Near the bar, I saw a guy checking the signs. A bit on the shorter side, but obviously built. He was in a tight t-shirt , his biceps were obvious, and it was apparent he had good pecs and tight abs. I was about to pass him. He had that look of desire, of real longing, but so nervous.

I stopped. “Wondering where to go?” I was about half a foot taller than him.

He looked up at me. “Well, yeah, sort of. I’ve, er, never been to one of these places before.” 

I looked into his eyes, there was no doubt he wanted in. He looked young. “How old are you?”

“18.”

“Prove it.” I crossed my arms over my chest. 

He reached around and pulled out his wallet, reached for a card and handed it to me. A driver’s license. He was 18. His first name was Daniel. I looked at it seriously and handed it back to him. “So what are you looking for?”

“I need to get fucked really bad.” 

“Do you now?”

“Yeah, I’m so needing to ride a big dick.”

I looked at him. Short blond hair, rocking body, and a need in his eyes to be fucked that was obvious. “I have a big dick.”

“Want to fuck me with it? Please?” His eyes shone. 

So, who could turn down a hot body and a sex hunger that deep. “Sure, come with me.” We headed to my car. 

“I so need to get fucked, I’ll do it anyway you want, I promise.” He kept up with me. “It’s been a couple days since I’ve been fucked, I really can’t stand it anymore. I need a cock in my pussy.” 

This guy was this horny and desperate after a couple of days? He must be a total bottom. I was contemplating how nice it would be to sink into his ass. We made it to my car, I had parked close. I beeped it open and he jogged to the passenger side. 

Getting in I started the engine up. “I’m talking too much, but I’m so fucking horny, I need to get pounded. I can get pounded for a long time, you can go as long as you want, I promise. I’ll take it all.”

“You really do sound like you need it.”

“Yeah, I’m so used to getting fucked all the time, and it’s been days, so I just can’t stand it anymore. No offense, but right now I’d bend over for anyone. I’m really glad you’re hot. Cuz you are hot. How big is it?”

I chuckled a bit. He was so eager. “9 and a half inches. Pretty thick too.”

“Oh, thank fuck! Bigger and longer is so much better. I can take a lot, as rough as you want, you can just go and go as long as you want.” Daniel rubbed his hands on his legs, biting his lip, breathing deep and looking out the window. He reached his hands up and ran them through his hair. Checking his crotch I could see he was hard, decent size, but not huge. He pushed his hips forward and arched his back, his head against the rest. 

It wasn’t a long trip to my place, and Daniel bounced between silence and how good he would be taking a fuck. I pulled up and he virtually jumped to get out of the car. I didn’t delay either, no reason to. As I was unlocking the door he was bouncing on his heels. As soon as we got in, he pulled his shirt off, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I closed the door and stood back, just watching. Dropping the shirt, he undid his pants, pulling everything off at once. He stood straight and I got a look at him. 

Smooth, stacked chest, just a trail from his navel to his pubes. An average cock was fully erect. Seeing me look at him, he put his hands behind his head and displayed himself. That was not something I expected but I certainly did appreciate. I kept my gaze on him, one of his legs was moving, bending the knee and straightening it, he was anxious. 

“So you want to get fucked, do you?” I asked him. 

“Yes, please fuck me, I need it so bad.” His leg moved faster. It was fun to watch, he was almost drooling. I reached out and felt his arms, down his pecs. He took a deep breath. I slid my hand, felt over his tight abs, and fondled his cock and balls. He groaned. “You can do anything you want to me, just fuck me please!” 

“OK, follow me to the bedroom”. I kept hold of his cock and led him. Climbing the stairs I had to let it go, but he followed like a puppy. Damn this was quick. Just about the easiest pickup I’ve ever had. I hadn’t even had to try. As I reached the bedroom, I turned around, unbuttoning my shirt. Daniel was standing there, his leg still agitating. 

“Want me to take your pants off?” Daniel asked as I pulled my shirt off. His hands gripping and un-gripping in anticipation. 

“Sure.” I tossed my shirt to the floor. Daniel got on his knees before me, reaching for my belt. I could see him shaking a bit as he undid it, then pulled it out. He opened my pants, pulled them and my shorts down. As soon as my cock popped out, his mouth got on it. 

And holy fuck what a mouth! He took most of my length down right off. It was warm and his tongue was going right off. He pushed my pants down, thrusting his mouth up and down on my shaft. He grabbed my ass and worked his head almost violently on my prick. He was gagging and going further and further down, it wasn’t half a dozen bobs before his nose was in my pubes and I felt my cock down his throat. He was forcing his face on my pelvis like I was delivering a severe face fuck. I wasn’t holding his head, he was doing this to himself. My knees buckled a bit and I had to force myself to stay upright. Daniel kept going at it, not taking a break, seemingly not breathing, but shoving my cock down his throat over and over. And not just taking the tip, he was doing the whole thing, pubes each time. 

It was a good thing he was holding my ass, otherwise the force he was going down on me might have knocked me over. I put my legs out wider to get more stable. Damn, this boy was still going at it like a steam engine. I mean a literal machine, it was a real man sucking. I was getting close, it was amazing. He was working so fucking hard and it was effective. Self fucking his own throat. Double damn. But I wanted that ass. Looking down his back, there was a nice bubble butt. I need to tap that. 

I grabbed his head, which took a bit of effort to catch it, as it was moving so fast. I had to work to stop his head. He actually resisted a bit, but I pulled his head off my dick. “I thought you wanted to get fucked?” 

“Yes, please fuck me!” Daniel had drool going down his chin.

“Bend over the bed and show me your hole.”

“Yes, sir!” Daniel jumped up, bent over the bed, resting his chest on the mattress, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “I have a good pussy, you can just shove into it.” He was wiggling his ass around. 

Those were some nice, muscled round ass cheeks. I ran my finger up and down his crack. It did feel good. Daniel shook his ass. “Come on, come on, fuck me!” Daniel begged. I put my finger on his hole and ran it around the edge. “Man, please fuck me. I need a dick in me so bad. I need to get fucked!” 

He really wanted it. I was ready to oblige. I lined my dick up and put the head on his rosebud. I started to push in. Once I broke the ring, Daniel began to back up on my dick. I was a bit surprised at that, but maybe I shouldn’t have been. He was a horndog. I kept pushing forward and he pushed back, so I was hilt-deep in no time. Daniel was fucking himself up and down on my prick. I was thrusting into him at the same time, and it was glorious. Daniel was giving out sounds every time I was all the way in and there was no doubt he was enjoying it. I put my own hands behind my head and thrust like I was in some sort of porn. It was great. I didn’t have to hold back, I could pump as hard as I wanted. So I did. Harder and harder. Daniel kept moving as much as he could. His ass really gripped my cock and it felt very good. 

Daniel moved one leg up on the bed, letting me get even deeper into him. I grabbed his hips and used my hands in conjunction with my hips to keep up the fuck. I was back to getting close. This boy was some hot fuck. I started pounding him even harder, and we were both sweating, my hands slipped a bit on his body and so I grabbed harder. 

I started to cum and came deep in him. I was holding tight to him, keeping him in place, and kept my dick shoved all the way in until I was done. When my last spurt entered his guts I didn’t move for a bit. Then I pulled out. Sweaty and breathing hard, I crawled over him to fall on the bed on my back. Daniel’s arms were shaking and he looked up at me. Good squarish face, flushed red from the fucking he had gotten. It looked so good to see him wrung out, that was the face of a well-fucked boy. 

Daniel had a new surprise for me, moving forward to suck my dick, cleaning it off. Someone had trained this horny hole well. He did ass-to-mouth on his own. He face-fucked on his own. He pushed onto the dick fucking him. Very well trained. 

My thoughts were interrupted as I realized that Daniel had gone past just cleaning my cock and was blowing me again. “Still horny?” I looked at him. Without taking my dick out of his mouth he looked up and nodded his head. “I might make you work for this one.” He got a sparkle in his eye and dove into sucking. Making him work was a bit of bravado. I’d just delivered a great fuck and it was going to be a bit before my dick was ready to go again. But he could work on it. 

Daniel had energy, that’s for sure. He was going at my cock. In addition to the energy, he had some skill. Some guys think they can just be fast, or enthusiastic, and that was enough. It’s good, but skill is actually better than speed. He was working hard. I adjusted myself up on the headboard, so I was more comfortable. 

As a compliment to his skill, I was getting harder. It was like he was going to get me ready for fuck again by pure determination. It was amusing to watch, more amusing to experience. Truly skilled cocksuckers are hard to come by, and this boy had some talent. I watched him work on my dick and felt what he was doing to it. It was no half effort. You would have thought he would die if he didn’t get me cum again. And he was determined to live. His hand made it to my balls and worked them as his mouth worked my cock. I let him go. I’d let him work my prick even if it didn’t give me any recovery time. 

I was enjoying it, he was totally dedicated to my dick, I was getting hotter again. I was beginning to think I’d be able to fuck him again. I checked out his body, since he didn’t seem to have any problem working as long as he needed to, I could take my time. He was in fantastic shape, minimal body fat. Good muscles. Nice hair on his legs. He worked out. I knew that from the first time I saw him, and when he stripped for me, he really had a fine body. The sweat all over it made it seem like he was built for sex. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was in this one. Easiest  pick-up I’ve ever had, literally. And he worked for it, worked hard. 

Damn, my dick was seriously hard now. Daniel was looking up at me in anticipation, reaching around and feeling his asshole. I knew what he wanted, and he knew he had gotten me going enough to fuck him again. Since he didn’t seem to have any problem doing all the work, I just told him “Well, climb on up and ride it if you want.”

“Yes, sir!” He scrambled up and wasted no time getting his ass over my prick. He got right to sitting down on it, all the way the first time. He rode my dick and he rode it fast, pulling up almost so I was out of his hole and then all the way down so he was ass to pubes. He never seemed to take a break, he just bounced and bounced. He felt up his chest, and it was a really good chest. I was turned on by his groans, and they all had an edge of desperation in them. He was getting fucked for the second time tonight, and he sounded like it was kept from dick for months, but he had said days. He was going at it like a freight train. He was fucking himself like a cheap whore promised a great tip. 

It got my dick hard. Super hard. He was going so fervently that it was like watching a show. It was some of the best sex I’d had in a while. It’s great when the bottom is really into it. Not just a little into it, like it was their entire reason for being. This was like oxygen for him, it seems. His hands came up to his head, rolling through his hair, still fucking himself on my cock. His groans grew louder and if it were possible he fucked himself faster. I was getting close again. A hot body and a vigorous fucking would do that. Yeah, there it was - I shot into him again. I let out a shout at that point. Fuck it was a powerful orgasim. The boy could turn on a man. 

I closed my eyes, throwing an arm over my head. I felt him pull off my dick and an instant later his lips wrap around my prick and start to clean me off. Such good training he had gotten. 

Daniel didn’t stop when he had cleaned my cock. I looked up to see, and feel, Daniel working on it like he was ready to get going again. There was just no way. I grabbed his head and pulled it off me. “Whoa boy. Take a break.”

“I can take more, I can get fucked again.” He struggled to get back to my dick. 

“No. But hot damn you are horny. I’ll need a bit before I can fuck you again.” 

“I can suck you off until you’re ready.”

“No. Shit boy, your hole must be worn out.”

“Nah, it still needs something in it, my hole feels empty.” Daniel reached around and was fingering his own hole. 

I rolled my eyes. Did his pussy not have an off button? “Hold on.” I reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a good size dildo, and showed it to him. He smiled. I lubed it up and handed it to him. It made it into his chute quick, and he got right to pumping, looking at me and kneeling doggy-style. I watched him for a little bit. I wondered if any of the edge was worn off of him. I needed to know what was going on in his head. 

I got up and ran my hands over his body. He virtually purred as I touched him. I covered the hand of his holding the dildo with mine and just held it a second, then began to guide this pumping. As I took more and more control, he surrendered it, and his hand fell away. I was decently aggressive, but he had been going hard on his hole anyway. I slowed noticeably and he gave a groan of loss. “Roll over on your back.”

Daniel moved, convorting his leg so the dildo could say in. He made it to his back and arched his back up so I could more easily fuck him with the dildo. I didn’t want him straining, so I pulled one of his legs up to my shoulder and adjusted my body to support him. I could tell how his muscles relaxed, that it was easier for him. I slowed my dildo-fucking and looked him in the face.

“So, I want to talk to you some. I’ll keep this going, you answer my questions. Deal?”

“Sure. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“So where did you come from?” I decided to start out with something a bit more general than asked how he got such a hungry hole.

“Eagleton. Lived there my whole life.”

“When did you make it here?”

“Yesterday. Got a hotel room.”

“Just visiting?”

He looked hurt, I wondered why. “No, I’m moving here. Gonna find a job doing something.”

“So you just packed up and moved here?”

“Yeah, I had to get out of town.”

“Why?” This should be interesting. 

“My fucker said he was done with me.”

“Your fucker?” That was a new term for me.

“Yeah, the guy who fucks me. He’d been doing it for years. Just told me he was through.”

“How long had he been fucking you? When did he start?”

“We were in middle school, summer before our last year there. He fucked me all that summer, all the last year of middle school, then that summer, and all through high school.”

“Did you ever fuck him?”

“Hell no, I’m the bottom, I get fucked, he does the fucking.” Well, he does have getting fucked down.

“Why do you call him your fucker?”

“Because he fucks me, he fucks my holes.” He looked at me like that should be obvious. 

“How often did he do that?”

“All the time. Any time he wanted. He’d call me over, and I’d go over and he’d fuck me however he wanted, as long as he wanted.”

“Any time?”

“Yeah, I love getting fucked. I don’t want to do anything else but get fucked.”

“Did he ever share you with someone else?”

“A couple of times, it was great, I got more cock.”

“You really do like cock.”

“I do, it’s the best.”

“So, what happened?” I sped up my fucking him with the dildo, knowing it would make him more likely to answer.

“He decided to get married. Told me he wouldn’t be fucking me anymore.”

“That must have been hard on you.”

“Yeah. I begged him to keep fucking me. But he wouldn’t. He just told me it was over. The next day, I decided I needed a cock in me, so I texted him. He just said no. I packed up and drove here right off.”

“Got a hotel room, and went looking for a gay bar.”

“Yeah. Figured I’d get some cock there.”

“Have you ever been to a gay bar before?”

“No.” I moved the dildo to a few new angles, to keep him going. 

“Think you can just walk in and ask someone to fuck you?”

Daniel squirmed a bit. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

“You’re just 18, they shouldn’t even let you in.” 

“Oh.” He didn’t seem to have considered that. “Oh!” I gave him a few rapid thrusts with the dildo. He needed to feel good. “God, fuck me more. I so need to get fucked.”

I obliged, with the dildo, since my dick was still not going to get hard again. Actually, with his determination and skills, he might get another rise out of me. “You’ve not cum yet.” I could see his hard dick. 

“Don’t need to. I just need to get fucked.”

“Don’t you ever cum?”

“Yeah, but it’s not important.”

“Does it cool you down? When you finally cum?”

“Not really, I need to be available for my fucker to so anything he wants.”

“Damn, he did train you up didn’t he?”

“Train me up?”

“Yeah, it’s great, but fucking damn, most guys don’t do half of what you do.”

“Really? I figured it was just normal.”

“It’s not. Not that it’s bad. It’s fucking fantastic to be honest. Did he really fuck you that much?”

“Yeah, we could go for hours.”

“I’m going to have to get you a fucking machine.” I’m not sure why I said that. Was I actually considering keeping him?

“Fucking machine? That would be great.” He really perked up. Damn, he really did like his hole plugged. 

“You are unbelievable.” I paused, thinking but still fucking him with the dildo. “Want a beer?” He was underage, but what the hell.

“Yeah.” Kids always wanted beer.

“Here, keep fucking yourself.” I moved his hand to the dildo and went to the drawer holding my toys. I pulled out a vibrating butt plug and greased it up. Returning to Daniel, I replaced the dildo with the plug and turned it on. 

“Arrgghhh!” Daniel’s hips squirmed around as I let out a chuckle. This plug had a bit of power behind it, so I had figured he needed more than the little play setting, so this one was turned up. 

“Like that boy?” 

“Yes sir. I always need something in my pussy.” He squirmed and moved his hips. His dick was hard and waving. Daniel kept his legs spread wide for me.  I knew he was displaying himself to please me. I slipped on a pair of shorts. Let him be naked while I was covered, to reinforce that I was in control. 

“Think you can walk with that thing?” I might as well get some amusement out of his willingness.

“Whatever you want Sir.” He got up, unsteady on his legs as he gingerly moved forward. I put one arm around him and guided him out to my living room. His gait was unsteady. I was enjoying his struggles. Playing with him outside of bed would be more fun than I had thought of before. I sat him on the sofa and quickly fetched a couple beers. 

When I got back, Daniel was sitting with his legs wide, his dick still hard. He was giving me full access to his body. I took it by sitting next to him and running my hand over it like I’d bought a new car. 

He took a good swig of beer, sputtering a bit and trying to hide it. Running my hands over his thighs, I felt the vibration coming from the toy in his ass. I could feel his excitement as I handled him. He was so compliant. It was pleasant to have his openness. 

“When you decided to move here, to this city, what was your plan?” I asked him.

He looked puzzled for a moment. “I don’t know, I had to get out. Matt was done with me, I needed cock. He wouldn’t give me it anymore, and there wasn’t anyone else who would. So I figured there is a lot of cock here and I’d get it. I’d get a job, and get cock. Maybe. I like your cock, it feels good in my pussy. I can ride you again, do you want me to ride you again?”

“Not yet you horny bastard. What type of job would you get?” 

Daniel shrugged, “I’d do dishes or construction. I’m pretty strong, I figured I’d find something.”

“Never thought about college?”

“Nah, I’m not that smart. Matt liked me to work out, he did too. We’d work out together, then he’d fuck me. Fucked me before as well. He liked to fuck. He would joke that if he went to college he’d keep me under his bed in the dorm and pull me out to fuck me. That would be kind of fun, just pulled out to get fucked.”

“Don’t you think you would get bored?”

“I dunno, maybe. I could have a tablet or something.”

I ran my hand over his dick and balls. He was still hard. It was amazing. “So you’ll do anything, so long as you get dick.”

“Yeah, you want to tell me what to do, I’ll do it. All I want is dick.”

“So you’d do anything I tell you if I feed you dick.”

“Yessir. I need dick.” Daniel swallowed. “And I need someone to tell me what to do. Matt taught me that. Things were always better when he told me what to do.” There was a pause. I let him think. “Easier. I couldn’t make a decision. If I did it was wrong. If I just did whatever he said it was better.” I squeezed his balls. “Sir.” That’s right. 

“I will tell you what to do.” Why the fuck was I deciding this? He was a fine piece of ass. If he was as obedient as he seemed, this would be easy. So far however, he was just a trick, a guy I picked up. Nothing wrong with trying him out. 

The boy got an expression I could not believe, relief and excitement at the same time. You’d have to see it to believe it. “You will Sir?” 

“Yes. I expect you to do exactly what I say, when I say it, how I say it, and with no backtalk.” 

“You got it Sir. Anything.”

“Even when to keep your legs closed.” He stiffed at that. Not just his body, but his cock jumped. I knew because I was holding it. He was looking at me, he knew how much he liked dick. Any dick. I looked back with steely resolve. I gave him something. “I’ll share you around. But your ass is mine. I decide. Me. Alone. Never you.” 

“I’ll…. I’ll obey Sir. You control my pussy. Who uses it, when it gets used. Totally up to you.” I could tell he said those words with sincerity, but I also knew he would most likely fail. How hard he tried at the start would tell me if I could keep him or if I’d have to toss him out and let him suffer being traded around. 

My dick was responding to the idea of owning this hunk of meat. I stroked him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Obedience is what is needed. Obedience is your only choice. To me, your Master, your fucker.”

“Yes Master, obey you.” He was almost hypnotized. I might as well use this. 

“Always obey your Master. He decides everything, and gives such good dick. You love your Master’s dick. That’s the one you want over any other. You Master has the dick you obey. He’s in charge, he tells you how to do everything. Just obey, it’s so easy just obey.” I went on like this for some time, Daniel didn’t move, just absorbed it. 

After about 5 minutes of putting into his ear, I stroked faster, still with my slow speaking. He groaned and I felt his cock go even more rigid. He’d been hard a long time, so I knew it would not take much to get him to blow. I was right. He shot off long, hitting his own head. He slumped more than came out of it. “See, always better to obey Master.”

Daniel stayed slack, his eyes fighting to focus on me. “I have to obey the Master who fucks me.” 

“You do.” I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips. I could tell from his reaction it was new. This Matt must not have shown him tenderness, even with all the fucking. That would be a way I could control him even better. I used a finger to scoop up some of his cum and fed it to him. He closed his mouth around and ran his tongue over my finger. So nice, so well trained already. I scooped up more and fed it to him. He sucked my finger like he sucked my dick. My only problem was going to be keeping this boy’s legs closed until I wanted them open. 

Once he has swallowed all the cum, I put my hand behind his head and kissed him, sliding my tongue in his mouth. He was awkward, not sure what to do at first, but soon gave me some tentative responses. Good, learning to please me. He kept his hands to his side, his body open for me. I did feel him up. I didn’t put his hand on my cock like I would have otherwise, since he would go at it, and I needed the rest so I could fuck him again. 

Kissing him, I decided to introduce him to bondage. Later he may be tempted to wander off at night. I’ll teach him to sleep shackled, so I wouldn’t have to worry. He was still a very unknown quantity. I couldn't take chances. The next thing was to find him a job. Someone who could watch him during the day. I’d have to think on that a while. Tomorrow was Saturday, so I would get my buddy Doyle over. A second dick to put in this boy would be helpful. And I could trust Doyle. I would need to be careful who I shared him with. 

I broke the kiss. “Did you eat?” It had been a little early for the bars when we met, crowds just getting in. 

“No Sir, I was too nervous, I wanted to get some dick so I didn’t eat.”

“We need to get  you something. Follow me boy.” I got up and started for the kitchen.

“Yes Sir.” 

I pointed to a barstool next to the counter, and he sat on it, still displaying his body. I rummaged around and found the parts to a ham sandwich and some potato salad. I had eaten. He dug in. “Are you my Master now? Is that what the word is?”

I looked at him. He knew some things, but not it all. I would have to teach him. And I could teach him my way. “Yes, I am your Master. That means you do what I tell you, and I make your decisions. It’s always my choice. Who fucks you, who you suck. If you even get fucked.” He looked scared at that last one. “And you will be fucked. But it’s always my choice. Never forget that. Mine alone.”

“Yes Master.” He said in a small voice.

“Remember that. If you step out of line, I will punish you. I say it, you do it.”

“I’ll do everything you say. I’ll be a good boy.” 

“You are my boy, and you had better be good. You will not like being punished.”

“Will you spank me?”

“Did Matt spank you?”

“Sometimes. In the beginning I disobeyed sometimes and he spanked me. Later he did it because he liked to see my ass red.”

“And you took it.”

“He was my fucker. My Master, I guess. I have to do whatever he wants. I would have done his homework, but he said I was too dumb.” 

“Yeah, best I do all the thinking.”

“Yes Sir. My fucker has the brains, I have the pussy.” 

“I’m your fucker now. Me alone. I do your thinking for you, I tell you who fucks you.”

“Yes Master.” Daniel squirmed in a way I knew was caused by the vibrating plug up his ass. “Will you fuck me again Master?” He had such a pleading look. 

“Yes fuck-boy, I’ll rail you again. Come up with me.” I led him back up to my bedroom. 

“How do you want me Sir?” He made no move to remove the plug from his ass. I stood back with my arms crossed and looked at him. Daniel spread his legs, pushed out his chest and put his hands behind his head. “I will do whatever you want.”

I just stared at him a moment, he began to quiver. I grinned. He was so desperate even with loads of my cum in already. I snapped my fingers and pointed at my crotch. 

Daniel moved forward to kneel before me, obviously trying to be respectful but consumed with horniness. He eased my shorts down, bringing his lips to the prize, gently moving his lips on my shaft to stimulate it. The dry lipping did its work, and I pumped more blood lengthening my cock. Daniel moved towards my head and did little flicks all over. He was working my cock like an expert. He was an expert. If his history was true, and it seemed like it was, he had spent untold hours pleasing cock and learning every way to do it. No reason I couldn’t take advantage of his training. 

Now he was softly covering my entire crown, his lips moving over the ridge as his tongue never stopped swirling. My dick felt great thanks to his work. Good sub. All he was concerned about was making me feel good. His natural talent told him I wanted it to be slow, to build up. More of my dick went into his mouth. The gradual envelopment of my cock by his mouth was an increasing pleasure. It got me further turned on. He was raising the fire in me, exactly as I needed to go again on him. He made it down to my shaft, nose into my pubes. My cock buried down his throat over and over again as he got me fully hard. This boy was a sex pot. 

I was enjoying the service. Daniel didn’t seem to need anything from me, just wanted to turn me on. I could just use his holes as much as I wanted. Yeah, I’d need to manage him, but the rewards were going to be   immense. I was just taking it from him, his deep throating my cock. It felt so good. His throat opened up like it was made to. I guess it was. He’d had a lot of practice and his previous fucker must have been hung like I am since he never gagged. A lot of guys I fucked couldn’t take it all. Daniel didn’t have any problem. As complimentary as gagging is, it’s no match for full service. Daniel was total service. 

I was ready to fuck him again. His mouth was good, but I wanted his pussy. I reached down, grabbed his shoulders, and tossed him over the side of the bed. As I moved to line my dick up, he moved to put himself where I needed him. He had training. Training to make it as easy as possible for his fucker. It was those little things that helped set him apart. The big stuff like taking big cocks   constantly was huge, these little additions were almost unbelievable. It was like he was created to service dick. 

I shoved in, and his hole took it without complaint. He even pushed back, his ass grabbing on and milking me for all it’s worth. He was taking all of me and begging for more. Still not touching his own dick, all for me. I slammed into him for a while, then slowed down. I could have this boy anytime I wanted, for as long as I wanted. I took advantage, more convinced as ever he would be mine to use. He made my dick feel great, and the fact I was taking ownership added to it. It was hot, more than just sex, control. I shot in him. 

When I disengaged, he turned around to clean me off. I had to push him off to keep him from getting me hard again. I wanted to sleep. I lubed up and inserted a good sized dildo. Then I pulled out my bondage box. “I think it’s sexy to keep you tied up. I’m going to tie you up when we sleep.”

“Yes Master.” He passively presented his limbs for me to tie. I put his arms around his back and made sure he would not be able to wiggle out. I tied a lead to the bed, giving some slack so he could move around. I got into the bed, pulled the covers over us both, kissed him on the cheek and settled in to sleep. A bit tentatively Daniel snuggled up to me. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close. 

He rubbed his head back and forth a bit, almost like he was digging in. I guessed his fucker didn’t allow this type of closeness. I would bet he was starved for it. It did not take me long to fall asleep, cumming so much did me in. I’ll be doing it a lot if this works  out.