Hookup with a god

“Are you willing to sub?” He asked.

I thought about the question for a minute, then looked at his picture. He was hot, but so many guys didn’t actually look like their Grindr pictures. On Grindr, his pictures showed him as slim but muscular, sexy face, a little stubble, perfectly shaped eyebrows. He was 27. I was 23.

Normally the stubble would have bothered me. I usually can’t stand facial hair. Somehow, though, he made it work.

But I was feeling subby. So I said yes. We’d been talking for a little while. We’d established that we were both DDF and that I required condoms. And I was so horny.

“Yes,” was my simple reply.

He sent an address.

“Go through the fence to the backyard. There’s a sliding glass door into my bedroom. I’ll have the bedside lamp on and I’ll be in the other room. Come inside, take off all your clothes, put on the blindfold I’ll have on the bed and get on your hands and knees on the floor. Just say “ready” when you’ve done all that. And if you haven’t already stretched your hole, don’t. I like it tight”

That excited me. It also made me a little nervous. I wouldn’t see his face in person until afterward, if at all. I had already cleaned myself and was going to stretch before heading over, but instead I just got up and made my way to the door.

“Yes, sir,” I wrote. 

After a thought, I sent another message.

“I’m going to be wearing a jockstrap. Do you want me to leave that on or take it off?”

I got his reply as I was getting in the car.

“Leave it on, I’ll take it off myself if I want to.”

My heart was pounding and my dick was hard as a rock the entire 20 minute drive over to his place.

When I got to his place I found the gate into the backyard, walked around and found the door. I slid it open and stepped inside. The room was huge. The king bed was set low and the blindfold was on the table, where he said it would be. I took off all my clothes except the jockstrap, folding them and piling them neatly on the floor. Then I grabbed the mask, put it on and kneeled.

“Ready,” I said softly. I knew he was right outside the bedroom door and wouldn’t need me to be any louder. My heart almost stopped when I heard the door open.

I heard him unzip his pants and kneel in front of me. Without a word, I felt the soft head of his rock hard dick on my lips. I opened my mouth and he immediately slipped right in.

My god. He felt amazing. By the way it felt, I would guess maybe 6.5 inches, moderately thick, circumcised. He was hard a steel but the skin was soft and felt so good against my lips. He tasted clean, and smelled that way too. Three pumps in, I felt his short cropped pubes on my nose. 

As he pushed deeper, I opened my throat to let him in further. I felt so much pride when I didn’t gag, and the feeling of his cock going in and out of my throat, pulling back until just the head was in my mouth and I could feel the ridge on my lips, I was in heaven. It felt like I was high.

My mystery dom fucked my face for at least 20 minutes before pulling his cock out and putting his balls to my lips. Instinctively, I started licking and took as much of his hairless sack into my mouth as I could. I rolled his balls around with my tongue and added little bits of suction, savoring the clean taste and the feeling of him in my mouth as his cock rested on my face.

But in five minutes, he pulled his balls out, too. I felt my heart sink as he started to stand up and move around to my waiting ass.

“Please,” I begged. “Can I please suck you some more?”

He stopped moving, chuckled a little bit, then came back and knelt in front of me, putting his cock at my lips.

This time I took charge, bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue. I pulled off and locked up and down his shaft and gave his balls a tongue bath before going back down throat deep on him. I swallowed around his head and kept my tongue moving.

It’s impossible to perfectly describe what I was feeling. I’d sucked at least 60 dicks before, but this was different. It was right. My whole being, my very soul, craved his cock in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat. It felt right. It felt righteous. It felt like my whole purpose for existence was in this moment, worshiping the cock of this man I’d never met, never seen in person, didn’t even know the name of.

The whole world faded when I felt his hand on my head, he started petting my head, running his fingers through my hair. Nothing existed in that moment except the two of us, and my life depended on keeping his dick in my mouth. His cock was more important than oxygen. His soft moans were as important to my life as water. Reality would crumble if this ended. I would cease to exist.

Time stopped completely. It could have been five minutes or a year that I was desperately working to please him. I found out after that this man, who had become my god in this moment, had let me worship him like this for a full 45 minutes, lapping up his precum and only pulling off to lick and suck his balls. He let out little moans and grunts the whole time, then slid is hand down my back and to my exposed hole.

His finger at my entrance didn’t shake me from my reverie but added to it. Suddenly I realized my focus had been so firmly on him that my dick was aching without me realizing and I remembered how else I could use my body for his pleasure. He got the same idea.

He pulled his cock out of mouth and brushed the back of his hand softly against my cheek. It struck me suddenly that the way he was touching and caressing my body made me feel like nothing more than a sex object for him to use and enjoy, yet I felt honored and privileged and somewhat autonomous as he patiently and graciously allowed me to savor him and worship him. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I felt so perfectly fulfilled. I felt extraordinarily vulnerable yet so completely safe. I felt like a valuable prize.

“Do you wanna kiss it before I fuck you?” He asked. For the first time I heard his voice. Smooth, deep, refined.

It struck me as I nodded my head and leaned forward to kiss the head that he’d realized my lusty submission had turned into unconditional sexual worship. He knew he could do anything he wanted to me, anything at all, and I would beg him to do more.

I planted a soft, quick peck on the head, then deliberately and passionate kissed it. Made out with it. I could have kept going for hours without realizing it as I kissed his head and shaft and balls and thighs and then back to the head, but his finger gently, patiently rubbing at my puckered hole kept me simultaneously high and grounded. I knew that I would be happy spending countless hours, days even, serving his dick. He was so generous with his cock, allowing me to become so totally, completely and unconditionally enveloped in my almost biological need to please him, but I also knew that he deserved more from me. 

“Alright,” my sex god said as he moved his hand back up to my head and tousled my hair. “It’s time. I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. 

“Thank you, sir,” I added as he stood up and moved to get behind me. “For letting me do that. Thank you.”

He paused and chuckled and I imagined he might even have a little smile, then got down behind me. I heard the condom wrapper open then I felt his dick at my entrance. I tensed for a second, worried he was going to push in without lube. I would take it, don’t get me wrong. My sub headspace was complete. I would gladly, happily, thoughtlessly agree in this moment to be his sex slave.

Instead, though, he started playing with it, moving his dick up and down and side to side around my hole, then pulled back, leaned down and started kissing, licking and nibbling at my hole.

I’d always seen the act of rimming as something no dom would or should ever do. It felt like something for vanilla sex or something that a sub would do for if his dom wanted it. It seemed like something you did completely for the other person and not for yourself, even though I knew how good I felt when I was rimming my dom or getting a bottom ready in the occasion I topped. But now I understood that what he was doing wasn’t for me. He was doing it because I was his plaything. I belong to him. If he wanted to rim me, it was my responsibility to submit and allow him.

I arched my back and moaned, my fingers scraping at the hardwood floor in a moot attempt to gain some stability as jolts of pleasure shot through me. He laughed against my hole, obviously enjoying my reaction, as he continued.

He didn’t stop licking around my hole when I felt a finger push at my entrance. I did my best to loosen myself up for him, but the sensation of his tongue on and around my hole kept me clinching and relaxing my entrance. Then he got inside me and started playing with my prostate. Now I was really moaning.

But he got bored quickly and straightened himself up, pulled his finger out and put his dick at my pucker.

“This pussy is gonna be so tight, if it hurts do your best to power through it,” he said.

He didn’t wait for my response before he pushed his cock in. It did hurt. But honestly I’m not sure I had the capability to care. Instead I pushed myself back and groaned. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his girth. Instead he just started power fucking me. Fast and hard. I did my best not to scream but I know I got loud.

After about 30 seconds he smacked me on the back of the head, then slammed his hand into my asscheek. 

“Fuckin vice grip hole,” he grunted as he smacked me again, this time on my cheek and I continued moaning, almost screaming. “Yeah, let me fuckin hear you.”

It didn’t take long for the pain to disappear. I was already in bliss, even with the feeling that I was being ripped in half by his slightly above average sized cock, because of the knowledge that he was using me and enjoying it.

As the pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure and joy, the screaming left my moans but the volume only grew. Suddenly he had a fistful of my hair and pulled me up, moving his other hand from my waist and to my neck, applying just enough pressure to make it ever so slightly difficult to draw breaths.

“Take it, bitch,” he whispered in my ear.

That flooded me with ecstasy. I tried to say thank you, but even without his hand around my throat I’m sure all I would have been able to manage is the moaning gurgle that came out.

His cock in my ass felt so right. Felt so perfect. Felt so holy and righteous and sinless. He was my god. 

He kept slamming me and holding me like this, moving his hand from my hair wrap his arm around my chest. I felt his stubble on my neck as he kissed it, right before he pushed me back down and slowed his pace.

Suddenly he pulled out and lifted me up, then shoved me down on the bed. He told me to back up, then put a pillow under my ass and unceremoniously dove his dick back into my hole. He pulled the pouch of my jockstrap to the side and I suddenly remembered how hard I was. I’d completely forgotten about my dick. It wasn’t important.

He kept fucking me and gently slapped my balls a few times before grabbing ahold of my balls and the base of my shaft, tugging and squeezing gently. With his other hand he smacked my face a few times, tugged on my hair then wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me. 

“Oh my god,” I managed. I wasn’t crying out to the Christian god. I was making a deceleration that he was my god. 

Time was still meaningless to me. My god was pleasuring himself with my body. I could tell by his grunts and moans and every time he said “take it bitch,” and “fuck yeah, this hole is mine now.” To say he made me horny would be nothing. To say I felt ultimate lust would be insufficient.

As he kept pounding I felt something building in my balls. He must have sensed it because he moved his hand from my balls to my dick and began stroking, picking up the pace of his fucking.

“Oh my god oh my god,” I cried. “God, I’m gonna cum.”

He probably didn’t realize I was calling out to him as my god, but I was. I was telling my god that I was about to cum.

“Go ahead,” he said. “I’m not gonna stop, though.”

He moved his hand from my throat and played with my balls.

By nails dug into the back of my legs as I held them back for his easy access. Electricity and fire and bliss fired through my being. Three spurts of my own cum flew to land on my face and in my open, moaning mouth. The rest landed on my chest and stomach and the orgasm didn’t stop when I stopped shooting.

He was true to his word and kept drilling me. Long, hard, fast pumps into my ass. His one hand went back to my throat while the other kept stroking me. I expected my worship of him to fade after he made me cum, but it didn’t. I was finished but I hoped he never would.

He couldn’t just spend the rest of eternity fucking me though. After 10 more minutes of constant pounding, he pushed my knees back to my ears and positioned himself to really get deep. Each push of his cock into my ass sent indescribable joy through me.

It must have been another 20 minutes before he groaned loud, spasmed and then hurriedly pulled out and ripped his condom off, shooting his cum on my face, into my waiting mouth and on my body, mixing with the rest.

He stayed there, towering over me and panting, for a while before he slowly laid himself down next to me and rolled me to face him, my head on his arm. He took off the blindfold and looked me in the eyes. He was so gorgeous in person. 

“Such a good slut,” he said with a little chuckle, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I still wasn’t done with him. I slowly, so he could stop me if he wanted, moved to kiss his body. I went all around his chest, abs and down to his semi hard cock, taking that glorious dick back in my mouth. 

I caught a glimpse of his bedside clock while I was licking his balls. Three hours had passed. When I looked again after licking and kissing and  worshipping his body, it had been another 45 minutes. It felt like 10.

He had work at 8 a.m. and it was already 4, so he took me to his shower and cleaned me, playing with my body as he rubbed soap over it, then told me to get dressed and opened that sliding door for me. 

That night, when I got in bed with an incredibly sore hole and aching body, I wished I was still there. Still worshipping him. Still giving him pleasure. I woke feeling normal.

I tried contacting him again, but he didn’t reply to my messages until three months later. He moved to Washington state, sent me pictures of the place, pictures of his dick (which made my mouth water, and a picture of the room he promised to use me in again if I ever found myself there.