On the Prowl: Married Virgin

I have a confession: I’m a 25 year old jock top, and I have a weakness for married men in their 40’s. I don’t really care about their body type, and I’m not after them because I want to call them Daddy or have them think of me as their son. My desire for these men in mid-life stems from the fact that they are so grateful to get attention from a stud like me, they’ll do almost anything. The bottoms that are my age have a chip on their shoulders. Jock and twink bottoms want me to admire them. I’m too selfish for the drama of young bottoms. But married men are in the closet, seeing what they desire from afar, and are beyond thankful to get noticed by a young stud. Given the right stimulation, married men will bend over and take my fuck quite willingly. Tonight, I plan to go out and find my next prey. The hunter is on the prowl.

I first spotted him across the bar. He was clearly nervous and obviously out of his element. His clothes were 90’s preppy, with khaki pants and a tucked-in forest green polo, complete with a belt and brown loafers. He was beyond 40, and while not fat, his dad bod clearly hadn’t spent much time in a gym, at least in the past few years. I studied him, noting the wedding ring on his left hand. I was willing to bet he had pictures of his kids proudly stuffed in his wallet. His entire look screamed married dad who has never visited a gay bar, nervously wondering if he made a bad decision. Bad decision or not, he would remember this night for the rest of his life.

I was his opposite. At 25, I was a former D1 athlete, having played football at Nebraska, and spent more time in the gym now than I did when I was playing football. My body was big, toned, and perfect, and I wasn’t afraid to show it off in clothes that were too tight, the fabric stretching over my meaty biceps and pecs, the front of my jeans stuffed full with my 8 inch cock and large balls. I was on the hunt tonight, and the little preppy dad across the bar was exactly what I wanted. He didn’t know it yet, but he was destined to be dominated by this athletic stud before the night was over.

I walked around the bar, careful not to stare too long at him. He caught sight of me at one point, and along with most of the men in the bar, couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I would glance at him from time to time as I made my way around to him, seeing him watch me and laughing to myself as he would quickly look away to avoid being caught. He was clearly into me. If I had to guess, he had always found muscular guys intimidating and sexy. He had probably fantasized about a young stud fucking him senseless. His shyness toward me made him even more irresistible. I love taking a straight guy, especially a virgin going through a midlife crisis, and introducing him to the absolute pleasure he would receive by dangling off the end of my cock. If I had to guess, Mr. Preppy Nerd Dad was away on business, had never had sex with another guy, and was primed to be turned out. I was ready, willing, and able to do just that.

I continued to move around the bar, chatting with guys, until I made my way behind him. I saw him keep turning his head, trying inconspicuously look for me. He couldn’t bring himself to turn all the way around to find me, though. So it was a shock to him when I came up behind him to join him at the bar. He almost jumped off the bar stool when I pressed against him briefly as I slid onto the stool next to him. “Sorry,” I said, with no remorse whatsoever. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, that’s okay…” he trailed off as he looked over at me, shocked to see the object of his desire up close. The next couple of minutes were crucial as I needed to determine what direction to take the conversation. My goal: to get him face down and ass up in my bed, my cock buried balls deep in his virgin ass.

I decided to start with small talk. “I’m Justin,” I began, offering him a handshake. Married guys are big on handshakes, especially from younger guys. I guess it makes them think I’m showing them respect. Little does he know they’ll be the one showing me respect, calling me Sir as I pound him into the mattress.

“Dan,” he replied nervously, taking my outstretched hand. I squeezed his hand and then held on, just holding eye contact. I can always tell if a guy is going to submit by his handshake. Dan didn’t try to pull back until I finally let go of his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dan,” I said in my deepest voice. I’ve also found that domination is more than just putting your dick in someone. I present an aura of masculinity in everything I do, including my deep voice. His voice faltered and cracked a little as he said, “You too…” Yeah, it was clear that he was intimidated.

“You new in town?” I asked. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” He fumbled through answers to my questions, unnerved by my imposing physical presence. He told me that he was in town on business for a conference, and he just came to the bar to get a drink before bed, suggesting that he didn’t know it was a gay bar. I smiled as I listened to his story, thinking to myself that he sure has stayed in here a long time if he didn’t want to be in a gay bar! He had mentioned which hotel he was staying in, and I knew he had to pass multiple bars before he got to this one. Nope, Dan had googled this bar, and came here with a purpose. My purpose was to now get this nervous married man to submit to my sexual desires.

Throughout our conversation, he opened up about his life, admitting that he was married for twenty years to his high school sweetheart. They had three kids, the oldest having just left for college and the youngest being in middle school. “So,” I asked, deciding it was time to move the conversation toward what I wanted, “Mr. Married Dad, had you ever been in a gay bar before?”

“No,” he answered, “tonight is my first.”

“Ah,” I said, “a virgin!” He blushed, a really cute red glow spreading over his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. Sexy married guys are my weakness, so I’m glad I’m here to guide you through your first time!” I let him ponder the double entendre of my statement before leaning close to him and asking, “Is there anything else you’d like to try for the first time?” I put my hand on his back as I asked, running it down his back and cupping his ass. It was time to make my intentions clear.

“What?” he asked, leaning back to look directly into my eyes. He was clearly surprised that a muscular young stud like me would be coming on to him. Up until that moment, I think he thought I was just pitying him with conversation. I don’t think he had allowed himself to entertain the notion that I would be pursuing him for sex. But I was seducing him, and it was now time for the direct approach. It was time he found out what his future held.

I leaned back in, next to his ear, as I said quietly in a conspiratorial manner, “I’m asking if there’s anything you’d like to do if I invited you to my house.” I let that ruminate in his mind for a moment, still grabbing his khaki covered ass, before I added, “Because there’s nothing I love more than taking a sexy married guy and introducing him to the pleasure that another man can give.” He shivered as I said those words, involuntarily admitting his desire to experience man sex. “Just so you know,” I continued, “when you come with me, I’ll be fucking you silly. And you will love it, beg for it, and give yourself to me fully.” Straight guys can sometimes get nervous when I mention sex. Dan shivered again, closing his eyes as a smile played across his face, no doubt imagining the scenario I just suggested. This guy was already like putty in my hands.

I took his chin in my hand and turned his face toward me to hold his gaze. “So tell me, daddy: Are you ready do all of the things you’ve only fantasized about with me? Do you want to have sex with a powerful, muscular stud? Are you ready to find out what you’ve been missing all these years that you’ve denied who you are?” He held my gaze, the war raging inside him between what society told him to do versus what he wanted to experience. The lust in his eyes told me he wanted it, but the walls he had built around himself wouldn’t let him give in. I decided to give him the final push toward debauchery: I leaned in and kissed him. He held still for just a moment, but very soon he had opened his mouth and let my tongue in. I dominated him in the kiss, and when I pulled back, he was panting and his pants were tented with his hard cock. Yeah, he wanted it, and I was going to give it to him!

“You ready now?” I asked. He nodded.

I motioned the bartender to bring the bill, and I paid for our drinks. He protested, but I’ve found that if you romance a straight guy from the beginning, he is much more pliable when you want him to spread his legs in the bedroom. I wanted him to feel like we were on a date, and I was taking care of him. I paid the tab, then took his hand and led him out of the bar, and onto the sidewalk. The crowd of men in the bar watched this average Joe dad be led out of the bar by a muscular stud, their jealous stares telling him two things: first, they all knew his secret. If you let a muscular stud lead you out of a gay bar, everyone who sees you knows you are about to get fucked. Second, their stares told him he was a lucky bastard to get to be with me. They all wished they were in Dan’s place, following my perfect body back to a perfect fucking. I smiled at their envy, and interlacing my fingers with his in a romantic bond as we walked out of the bar and to my car.

When we reached my car, before I opened the door, I pulled him around and in front of me, pressing him back against the side of the car. I then moved my body onto him, trapping him between me and the car, and kissed him again, passionately. This time, he gave in immediately. I was taller and much bigger than his 5’8 stature. His arms just naturally moved around my neck, his hands feeling my shoulders, grasping my arms. I ground my hardening cock against him, letting him feel the cock that would soon invade the place no one had been before. I slid my hands down his sides, gripping his waist before wrapping my arms further around him and grabbing his ass. For a middle aged guy, he did have a nice round ass. I was going to enjoy taking him.

Finally, I broke the kiss, smiling down at him as I said, “This is gonna be fun.” He smiled back, a bit bashfully, still unwilling to believe this could be happening to him. He had no idea what this night would hold!

I opened the passenger door for him, playing the part of a perfect gentleman. I grabbed his elbow as I ushered him into the car, then shut the door. I chose to walk around the front of the car so he could ogle me. He kept his eyes on my amazing body the entire time. Damn, I love a guy to be in awe of me! This dude was grateful just to be allowed in my car, much less my bed!

I opened the driver’s door and got in, starting the car. I shut the door, looking over at him as I said, “I’ve got me some hot married pussy tonight!” I leaned over to him again and pulled him into a passionate kiss. After a few seconds, I pulled back, grinned my douchey jock smile, put the car in drive, and pulled out. I rested my hand on his leg, occasionally running it up and down his leg in a possessive gesture. I wanted him to embrace the bitch role on this date, and based on the way he was responding to me, he did not disappoint. His dick stayed painfully hard the entire drive home.

When we got to my house, I pulled into the garage and shut the door, giving him the sense of privacy most straight guys want when they hook up with another guy. I may be a bit of a douche, especially since I know I’ll be balls deep in this married man soon, but I’m not a complete asshole. Plus, I’ve found the more comfortable the guy is, the easier he bends over for me.

We both got out of the car, and he followed me over to the door into the house. I unlocked it and then stepped in, holding it open for him as he followed me. As he walked past, I grabbed his hand, holding him in place as I shut the door. I then pulled him back against the door and pressed myself against him. It was time to make sure he knew who was in charge. First, though, I wanted to know what I was dealing with.

“Are you really a virgin?” I asked. I knew that he said he’d never been in a bar, but I had a suspicion that this was his first time for everything.

“Yes…” he trailed off, afraid to admit his lack of experience. If only he knew how hot that made me! I loved the power trip of taking a virgin ass, especially one that was married to a woman. He could have weighed four hundred pounds, and I’d still fuck him if his ass was cherry!

“You have nothing to be ashamed of!” I replied. “Everyone has a first time, and lucky you, you’re about to have your first time with a stud who knows how to fuck!” He smiled as I leaned down and kissed him. He once again gave in to my kiss, allowing me to possess him. Yep, he would bend over for me. After I had him buzzing with sexual desire, I stepped back and grabbed his shirt, pulled it out from his pants and then up and over his head, leaving him undressed from the waste up. His soft chest was smooth, a faint line of muscularity underneath a thin layer of padding. He was exactly the type of weaker man that I loved to fuck.

“Lose the pants!” I told him authoritatively. He submitted immediately, unbuckling the belt, unzipping and dropping his pants while stepping out of his shoes. “The socks and underwear too!” I said. He stooped to take off his socks, then stood and pushed his underwear down. His hard 6 inch cock popped up and out as he dropped them, and soon his underwear joined his pants on the floor. He stood naked in my mudroom. I love the feeling of domination I get from being fully clothed while making my conquest get completely naked. I stepped up to him and started feeling him up, running my hands all over him, paying careful attention to his ass, complementing him on being a sexy man. His groans, mixed with the fact that he involuntarily spread his legs a little while being pawed told me that I had found the right prey. Yep, this daddy was ready to get fucked!

Dan wasn’t fat, but he also had not seen the inside of a gym in over 20 years. I like to prove my power over these men, make them feel weak in the presence of my powerful body. So I bent down, wrapped my arm around Dan’s waist, and lifted him up onto my shoulder. His body was slung over my shoulder, his torso hanging down my back. “Let’s take this to the bedroom!” I said. I felt his hard cock throb at my show of power over him. Married Dan would never forget his first time.

I carried him through the house and into my room, finally setting him down on my bed. The look of awe on his face as he looked at me after I set him down made the entire seduction worth it, and I wasn’t even in his ass yet! “You’re so…strong!” he stammered, overcome by my strength. I smiled, always happy to have an adoring fan!

“Undress me!” I commanded as I stepped back from him. Dan jumped from the bed, grabbed my shirt by the hem and lifted it up. I smiled as he struggled to get it over my bulging muscles. Finally, I had to help him get the shirt off. At that point he must have forgotten that I told him to take all my clothes off because he started feeling up my chest muscles, running his hands over my meaty pecs, rippling his fingers over my 8 pack abs, and grabbing and feeling my arms and shoulders. He was in awe of my physique. I let him play for a minute before I said, “I’m still wearing jeans!”

He smiled as he moved his hands down to the button of my jeans, unhooking the button and then lowering the zipper. He once again struggled to push my tight jeans down off of my thick thighs. Pressing on his shoulders, I suggested he might get better leverage down on his knees, nearer the jeans. Once again, he submitted, kneeling down. From his knees he finally pulled my jeans down to the floor, and I stepped out of them. With my jeans gone, he was now face to face with my underwear covered cock, pressing the fabric out obscenely in it’s excited state. He looked up at my face, almost asking permission. This daddy was perfect; I might just have to keep him! I nodded and he began lowering my underwear. When my cock popped out, it slapped him in the face.

He lowered my underwear to the floor, and as he sat back up I placed my hand on the back of his head, first turning him up to look at me. “You know what comes next, right?” I asked. He nodded as he looked back at my cock, just inches from his face. “Then open up your mouth,” I commanded simply. Without hesitation, his lips parted and I pulled him onto my cock. His mouth was warm as it enveloped my cock. He definitely was a first timer, his teeth scratching my dick from time to time. “Watch the teeth!” I said, somewhat sternly. I didn’t want to scare him, but I did want to maintain the power dynamic. He shivered at the tone of my voice, but he didn’t scrape me anymore!

I let him get used to the feeling of my cock in his mouth. He sucked, moved on it, licked it. At one point he pulled off and was licking my cock, so I moved his head down some as I said, “Give my balls some attention too!” He eagerly went to work on my balls, licking and kissing them. It is such a power rush to feel a guy slather my balls with his tongue, especially a guy who plays the part of straight married father to the rest of the world. His tongue action on my balls reinforced my status of the stud in the room. He was warming up my balls to shoot my powerful seed deep in his ass!

After he gave my balls a good tongue bath, I pulled his head back up to my dick. He sucked it in, but this time I pulled him further on it, my cock head touching the back of his throat. He gagged and pulled back. I wouldn’t let him pull back too far. “We’ll get over that gag reflex soon enough,” I said. “Now look at me.” He raised his eyes to meet my gaze as I pressed back in. As I touched the back of his throat, I commanded, “Now swallow!” He did and my cock punched through the back of his mouth and went into his throat. There are very few experiences that make a man feel as powerful as seeing a weaker man on his knees, your cock buried in his throat, while he looks up at you. Dan was a natural cocksucker, deepthroating me on his first try! I held him on my cock, his eyes watering and fear covering his face as I told him, “You’re a natural at this. Your throat was made for cock!” I let him back up for air, which he gulped in before I pressed back into his mouth and throat, beginning to face fuck him. He gagged some, but overall was able to take it. I didn’t go too long, however. I didn’t want to shoot down his throat because I wanted his ass.

I pulled him off my dick, and reaching under his arms, easily pulled him up to stand in front of me once again, immediately grabbing his face and covering his mouth in a passionate kiss. Releasing his mouth, I spun him around, wrapping my big arms around his body and pulling him against my chest, pressing my hard cock against his ass. His softer, weaker body felt fantastic pressed against my muscles.

“Tell me,” I growled in his ear, making him groan and lean his head back against my shoulder, “have you ever had anything in this sweet little ass?”

“Only my finger,” he admitted. “When I’m alone, I play with my ass and stick a finger in.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, thinking of a joke. “Do you know why guys play with their ass with this finger?” I held up my hand, my middle finger extended in front of him. He answered, “Maybe because it’s longer, it fits in better?” “No,” I said, “It’s because it’s mine.” He laughed, relaxing some into this new situation.

I returned to the original conversation: “And when you’re fingering yourself, do you imagine that it’s a big, muscular stud pushing his cock into you?”

“Yeah…” he groaned as I continued grinding against his back.

I stepped forward, pushing him with me until his knees pressed against the bed. Then I released him from the hug and press on his back to bend him forward over my bed. He obeyed without hesitation, realizing he had just admitted to me that he fantasized about getting fucked. I guess he thought I was just going to push it in him now, because he suddenly said, “Please go slow! I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” I replied. “Your man knows what he’s doing. You’re in good hands.”

With that, I took a cheek of his ass in each hand, separating them as I knelt behind him and touched his hole with my tongue. I thought he was going to jump through the roof! “Holy fuck!” he yelled. “What was that?”

Smiling, I replied, “Just wait!” I went full force on his ass, licking and probing with my tongue. He groaned and moaned and whined like the bitch he was, loving me eating him out. His virgin hole even began opening up just from my tongue, and I knew he was going to love my dick in his ass. After a few minutes of rimming him, I added first one finger, then a second. While I was moving my fingers in and out, listening to him cowling in pleasure, I quietly grabbed the lube bottle I keep in the bedside table and squirted some on my cock, rubbing it up and down the full length. I also added some to his ass as my fingers worked him, using the lube to add a third finger. He tensed up slightly at the third finger, but quickly relax and moaned even louder. Given how easily he took these three fingers, I may have to bring him back over and let him experience my fist one day. But today, I was intent on busting his married cherry with my cock.

Keeping my fingers in his hole, I slowly stood up behind him. Once in place, I slipped my fingers from his hole and pressed the head of my cock against his opening. He moaned loudly feeling the head of my cock press against, and then into his hole. I held still as I asked, “You ready to get fucked, bitch?” He groaned out a “Yeah.” “What’s that?” I asked authoritatively. He got the message as he barked out, “Yes Sir!” I love it when a man almost twice my age recognizes my superiority to him, especially when I’m about to bone him. With the head of my cock lodged in, I slammed forward and took his virginity in one delicious slide of my cock into the warmth of his ass. He screamed as I held all the way in him, his body twitching and jerking from the sudden invasion, his ass trying and failing to expel me.

I laid myself over his back, holding him down and immobilized. Whispering in his ear, I said, “Shhhhhhh. You’ve got it all now baby. Just relax.” I could feel him calming down, and felt his hole begin to relax on my cock. “Yeah, that’s it. Give yourself to me.” I began gently rotating my hips and slowly pulling out slightly and pushing back in, mostly just rocking on him. Within a minute, the groans he was making were sounds of pleasure rather than pain.

Still laying on his back, holding him down, I said, “Yeah, that’s it bitch! Love the feeling of my cock in your hole! Give yourself fully to this fuck! Give yourself to your man!” The sounds he made as I started increasing the speed and intensity of the fuck were music to my ears. Dan, the straight-laced, shirt tucked-in married father of three was moaning like a whore taking my cock. As my speed increased, his groaning turned to words: “Yeah, fuck me! Take my hole! Yeah, get it! Harder! Please!!!”

I grinned as I pounded him, listening to him. Based on what I had seen in him so far, I guessed that his sex life with his wife was pretty vanilla. He probably never even talked during sex with her, yet here he was begging me to fuck him even harder! Feeling myself getting close to the edge, I slowed down and pressed into him fully, holding myself still until my need to cum passed. His ass was so tight that I could have cum really quickly, but I wasn’t ready for this fuck to end. While holding my cock in his ass, I upped the ante on my domination of him, as I said, “Oh yeah, bitch? Does your pussy like this cock?” I hadn’t referred to his hole as a pussy until this point.

Married men tend to react in different ways to this turn of events. By calling his ass a pussy, I’m declaring that I’m the man and he’s the woman in our coupling. They can’t deny that my cock is up their ass, but some guys aren’t ready to hear it stated out loud, so they freak out. Dan just groaned like a whore and said, “Yes!! I love your cock! Fuck my pussy!” This married bitch was all mine! I almost came against just from hearing him declare his allegiance to my cock.

I pulled out so I could come down from the high of almost cumming. I also decided that we needed a change of position. I slapped his ass, then grabbed his hips and pulled him up, telling him to climb up on the bed. I climbed on after him, grabbed his legs and flipped him over on his back, coming down on top of him in a classic missionary position, covering his mouth with my own in a fiery kiss. Like any good bitch, his legs naturally wrapped around my waist and my cock was once again at his hole. I pulled back and said, “Look me in the eyes.” He maintained eye contact with me as I pressed forward and once again bottomed out in his hole. I knew that it intensifies the experience of being turned out to stare into the eyes of the man fucking you. Dan went crazy! His hands were roaming all over my muscular body, touching me and trying to pull me down onto him. His mouth was trying to find places to kiss on me, to worship the body that was fucking him. His legs wrapped tighter around me, pulling me into him and holding him there. He kept moaning and groaning out expressions of his pleasure. “Oh, yeah stud!” “Fuck me!” “Just like that!” I let him enjoy being under me for a minute before I grabbed his legs with my hands and wish-boned them out, providing me leverage to fuck him even deeper with more power. His eyes went wide with lust as he saw my muscles bulge as I maneuvered him to this submissive position. Then I fucked him with power.

What Dan didn’t realize until that moment was that I had a mirror hanging on the ceiling over my bed. I love for my married daddy bitches to be able to see themselves getting fucked by the my powerful body. It completes my domination of them. Years from now, when Dan remembers back to this moment, it will not be merely the sensations of getting fucked he remembers. He instead will be able to see in his mind’s eye the look of sheer pleasure that was on his face as he submitted to the will and the cock of a superior man. He will see himself as my bitch, and he will see that he loved being in that position.

I watched his face while I fucked him mercilessly, pleasure and wonder playing across it as he alternated between watching me, and then watching himself getting fucked. Finally, getting close once again, I released his legs and lowered myself down onto him again, putting my face beside his, grunting with the effort of my fuck into his ear. I wanted him to be surrounded by my body, my smell, the sound of my grunts, and the sight of my muscular tapered back and perfect globe ass thrusting into his body as he spread his legs wide for me.

As I neared orgasm, I turned to growl into his ear, “What would your wife say if she could see her husband submitting to me and my superior cock?” At those words, he tensed up, yelled “Oh fuck!” and came without touching his cock. I could feel it spasming and shooting between our chests. His ass clamped down on my cock, sending me over the edge as I fucked in, held deep in his hole, and unloaded my seed. “Yeah!” I cried out. “Take my load, bitch! I’m gonna knock you up!” For his part, Dan rode the wave of my orgasm like a seasoned prostitute. He held me tightly, feeling my body control him and provide what he later described as the single greatest sexual experience of his life.

I held still in him a little while longer, getting my breathing back to normal, occasionally moving my still hard cock in and out of his ass. Finally, I pulled out and rolled over beside him. Dan, like most of the married men I seduced, laid there looking up at the ceiling. We made eye contact in the mirror, laying side-by-side. The feelings of guilt were bubbling up quickly now that he had cum. I rolled over on my side, turned his face to me and said, “Hey! Don’t get all upset on me now! You wanted this, and now you’ve experienced it! It’s just sex. You can take this as an opportunity you’ve had to try something, and you don’t ever have to do it again. You now know what it feels like.”

But then, like the cocky douche I can often be, I added, “But we both know you’ll be taking it up the ass for the rest of your life. You were made to get fucked. That pussy opened right up to me!” He looked startled for a moment, then laughed ruefully, saying, “I guess you’re right. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had! It would be impossible to never want to have that again!”

He got up from the bed, with some difficulty, and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back out (still naked because we left his clothes in the mud room) he said, “This sounds weird to say, but thank you! I can’t believe that someone with a body like you would come on to me, but Thank you!”

After he paused for a second, Dan nervously added, “You know, I’m in town for three more days. Any chance…?” I smiled that he was nervous that I wouldn’t want him back.

“Of course!” I replied. “I’ll fuck you senseless the whole time you’re here!”

Dan smiled a huge smile.

“In fact,” I added, “if you wanna stay the night, I’ll fuck you good tomorrow morning and send you to your conference with a sore, but happy, ass!”

Dan agreed. He stayed the night, and I indeed fucked him senseless that morning. That next day we went and gathered his stuff out of the hotel to just stay with me until his conference was done. I did make him stay naked while we were at the house, though. I liked having a naked, grateful bitch around. I would say that my hunt that night at the bar was a success!

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