Worshipping Sato

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Chapter 2: Sato's virginity

I was replaying the whole scene with Sato, and the suggestion that the sexy 18-year-old  would be fucking me soon, the entire weekend and into Monday. 

I was shit at work. Like, really bad. I zoned out during a meeting, missed a deadline I should have easily made, didn’t see emails and lost my train of thought over and over again in conversations. And the whole time, I was terrified that I would never hear from the gorgeous Japanese twink again.

I’d never, even in my teenage years or earlier in my 20s, worried about hearing back from a guy. I’d been ghosted before, just like everybody has, but even in those cases if the guy didn’t respond to my first text I would just forget about it and move on.

Sato and I already had a second date planned, so I didn’t want to come off as desperate or too high maintenance. But I was dying to hear from him. It came as waves of anxiety and depression each time I thought about him and checked my phone to find no new messages from him. Every night I would jerk off to try and relieve the stress and make myself feel better and then fall asleep as soon as I was done cleaning myself up. 

And every morning, I would wake up and frantically check my phone. Every time it buzzed I rushed to look at it, and every time it was a notification from Twitter or Instagram or some app, I felt my heart sink.

Tuesday, while I was checking in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable enough for work, my phone buzzed and when I scrambled to get it I found he’d finally messaged me. My heart soared.

“dont forget our date tomorrow. you’re picking me up. dress nice and don’t be late”

“I won’t be late, promise!” I texted back. I never used exclamation points in texts, and as soon as I sent the text I started overthinking the fact that I did this time and hoping it wasn’t too eager or desperate looking.

Tuesday and Wednesday I couldn’t focus at work, but instead of it being the anxiety it was the joy of knowing Sato still wanted to see me. In my head I kept picturing the twink with the deep, thoughtful eyes and full lips and cute nose and shining, shoulder-length hair. And, of course, I kept picturing the dick that went along with everything else. Those 7.5 inches of silky smooth cock. The way his cock was so hard but was so velvety on my lips and in my mouth and down my throat.

To be fair, I’d never have imagined that I would be fucked by an 18-year-old twink. Or, rather, near-twunk, since that’s what he really was. It wasn’t immediately a comfortable idea so I frequently found myself thinking of ways I may be able to turn the tables and have the gorgeous Sato bottom for me. But something made me think, maybe even know, that wouldn’t happen.

I think it was just his confidence. He came off as cocky, almost arrogant. I wasn’t able yet to discern whether that confidence actually was cocky and arrogant or if it was well earned. Either way, I found it extremely hot and, even as I tried to figure out ways to convince him to bottom for me after I let him top me, I was imagining myself with him after a shower, licking and kissing his clean feet and toes. If he asked me to do it while they were dirty, there would be no way. I might lose whatever meal I ate last.

I also imagined myself, to my surprise when I realized I was fantasizing about it, restrained and on my knees, my throat being fucked by Sato. Even after I came to the stunning realization that I was playing out such a submissive and cock-hungry scenario in my mind, I couldn’t deny that it would probably be unbelievably hot. I mean, come on. This teen was so sexy! That face, the perfect, clear skin. The long hair that, while slightly feminine, didn’t make him look like a girl. The confidence with which he walked, talked and, yes, fucked my face.

Sitting at my desk Wednesday when my manager announced he’d ordered fajitas for lunch for everybody, I had to sit there for a good 10 minutes for the raging erection I’d sprung while imagining the coming night with Sato to calm the fuck down. When I got to the buffet of meats, toppings and tortillas, all the guacamole and sour cream was gone.

When 5 p.m. rolled round, I shot up from my desk and practically ran to my car. I had to get out immediately, before my boss had the chance to come to my workstation last-minute and ask me to stay late or something.

I sped home and started ripping my clothes off from the moment I was in the door, collecting them and throwing them in my hamper on my way to the bathroom. My semi-hard dick was swaying with each rushed step. Getting my douche from the closet, I did what I needed to be clean just in case the sexy Sato did decide to fuck me tonight (realizing after a beat the somewhat disturbing fact that I wasn’t thinking about it in terms of my interest or consent but solely in whether or not he wanted to fuck me). 

I took a quick, hot shower, struggling hard and ultimately failing to keep from touching my dick. I did, however, manage to succeed in not stroking myself to orgasm. After I brushed my teeth, did my skincare, got dressed and fixed my hair, I ran around the apartment, frantically further tidying up the already-clean place.

When I was done, I checked my watch and found it was only 6:30. I’d been in such a rush, so needlessly. So I decided to take a quick inventory. I was wearing black slacks and a patterned blue button-down, black no-show socks,  and — oops. I forgot cologne. I went and spritzed some on my wrists and neck. Then I went and pulled out of my closet a pair of Prada loafers I’d been given as an ex gave me as a gift about a month before we broke up. I’d only worn them twice before, once to a wedding and once to a black tie party a friend had invited me to. I wanted to save them for special occasions to keep them in the best shape possible.

I got to Sato’s area 20 minutes early and, deciding I wanted to give the impression that I was feeling very chill about the whole thing, drove around in circles for 15 minutes. Showing up 5 minutes early wasn’t overly eager, it was just polite.

I parked outside his dorm and texted him that I was there. He sent a quick “k” reply and two minutes later was walking to my car. I got out, wanting to be the perfect gentleman, and opened the door as I watched him saunter confidently to me. He was a stunning sight, his tight fitting outfit with the blazer open and the chelsea boots that were just high enough to be bordering cross-dressing but not tall enough to make him look necessarily feminine, even when paired with the length of his perfect hair, which he’d tied back in what I could only describe as very anime samurai.

He gave me a cocky grin as he neared me and held it as he stepped into the car. I closed the door and walked around quickly to get in.

“Where to?” I asked.

“French place. I’ll text you the address,” Sato told me.

I plugged it into my phone and we were off. It was in Dallas, so it would take a little while to get there. 

When we pulled up, I realized it was valet only. That wasn’t a good sign for my wallet. I was well enough off, not struggling and actually enjoying my life for the first time for about the last two years, but I was getting the creeping feeling that Sato expected luxury. 

We sat down and Sato ordered some wine when the waiter brought out bread. He asked to see Sato’s ID, but the obviously-underage twink glared at him and said something to the effect of “What if I gave you $50?”

The waiter hesitated and Sato looked at me expectantly. Yeah, sure, Sato will give you $50 of my money, I thought. I don’t usually carry cash, but that night I was. I begrudgingly pulled out two 20s and a 10 and handed it discreetly to the waiter, who walked away and came back wordlessly with the wine bottle. 

“How’s your week been?” Sato asked.

I was a little surprised by the question. I guess I didn’t expect him to care much about me.

“Pretty good,” I told him. “Honestly, I’ve had some trouble focusing at work.”

I chuckled obviously, wishing I hadn’t said that because I knew there would be a follow-up. And there was.

“Why’s that?” Sato inquired.

“Well,” I said, taking a beat to figure out the right way to phrase it. “You gave me a lot to think about last time.”

Sato quirked that cocky grin again and looked at me knowingly.

“Jake got a bit of a crush?” Sato asked, then saving me from having to respond, “I get it. I almost moved our date up because I got a bit excited, but I decided it might be better to make you wait.”

That relieved so much of the tension I felt inside myself and between us. It also left me experiencing a thrill I didn’t entirely understand. It wouldn’t be until much later that I understood that excitement came from the fact that Sato was aware of my infatuation and exhibiting his authority in our brand new relationship by making me wait. 

And with that, we were off, talking about all manner of things from music to TV shows. Sato had started watching Euphoria on HBO and I’d been mindlessly binging Breaking Bad for the third time. 

When the waiter came back, Sato again ordered for both of us without consulting me. It ended up being good, though. Probably exactly what I’d have picked off the menu, and I noticed it was very bottom-friendly in its ingredients. Was I reading too much into it, or was that a good sign as to how the night would go?

We ordered another bottle of wine, for which I managed to negotiate the bribe to the waiter for serving us alcohol without worrying about Sato’s age down to $20 that time, and Sato enjoyed some dessert.

“I think it’s best if we save your dessert for later,” he told me in a conspiratorial tone even while the waiter was standing at our table. I blushed.

Sato told me about some school drama while he enjoyed the tiramisu.

“My professor for the data analytics class is such a cunt,” he said. “He marked 10 points off a paper I had to write because I missed a period at the end of a sentence.”

I relayed one of my college horror stories where a week before midterms an accounting professor realized she’d failed to assign different pieces of homework throughout the whole semester and said that it would fuck up her grading if we didn’t get it done, so we had to do nine assignments and turn them in the day before the midterm.

But of course, the whole time we were together I was fighting to keep my mind off what we would be doing next, if for nothing else than to keep my dick from fully hardening and tenting my pants embarrassingly. I had to work hard to focus when Sato was speaking, because the whole time my brain wanted to instead devote power to picturing him naked in front of me, his beautiful cock fully hard, his well-earned muscles flexing, his authoritative voice telling me, ever so casually, to get on my knees and suck him off.

Enjoyable as the dinner and conversation was, I was relieved to leave. In part because it meant Sato wouldn’t be ordering another bottle of wine I’d have to buy plus bribe the waiter for, but mainly because I was ready to get my “dessert,” as he’d called it.

When the valet pulled the car around, I opened the door for Sato and he gently stroked my chin with his thumb as he stepped in. I hurried around and got in the driver's side and blurted, much more excited than I meant to, “My place?”

It made him laugh. He was so laid back and carefree and I could only imagine how horny and desperate I sounded.

“Yeah,” Sato answered through his laughter about my cock desperate mind. “Your place.”

I was moving to unlock the front door when Sato jumped me out of nowhere. He shoved me against the wall and slammed his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue past my lips. He moved one leg up my side, which I grabbed hold of, then the other so I was holding him up as we made out. God, his lips were so full and soft. His tongue was so forceful.

Not even worrying that one of my neighbors might come out into the hall and see a 29-year-old man getting his face eaten by an 18-year-old twink. I dropped the keys, but the sound of them hitting the floor seemed to awaken Sato to where we were. He pulled back.

“Get that fucking door open,” he practically ordered in a near-whisper.

I let him down to do as I was told. I pushed the door open and stepped aside for Sato to walk in and he grabbed me by either side of my jacket as he did, pulling me in with him. The door shut behind us and I again dropped my keys. This time Sato didn’t stop kissing me. Instead, he started unbuttoning my shirt and I his. My heart was pounding. This teen almost-twunk, shorter and younger and smaller than me, was taking charge in a way not even a man older and bigger than me had ever done. 

My shirt off, he grabbed fistfuls of my pecs and squeezed as he kept kissing me. Without warning, he then narrowed his grip to my nipples, which he took hold of with his thumbs and the second knuckles of his index fingers and squeezed and twisted. I tried to pull back by Sato just followed me back until I ran into the couch and fell backward, sitting there and moaning in the slight pain that shocked me throughout my body. 

As soon as my ass hit the couch, Sato pulled back and released my nipples, reaching up with his right hand to smack me in the face.

“Don’t run away from me, bitch,” he snarled. 

I should have been pissed off at an 18-year-old slapping and talking to me like that. I know I should have. But instead I found myself feeling guilty and, just maybe, a little scared. He didn’t give me time to process any thoughts and feelings as the hand he’d just slapped me with went around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make my breathing a little bit of a chore, and went back to shoving his tongue into my mouth.

Sato only broke the kiss for a half second, long enough to say, “My pants.” I got the message and started undoing his belt. My hand brushed against his cock and an image of its magnificence flashed through my mind’s eye. It fueled me and drove me to work faster. I fumbled for a second or two with his belt but got it off, ripping it from his pants and throwing it aside after I got it out of the clasp.

I fumbled again with the button, unable to see what I was doing and splitting my attention between undressing this gorgeous teen and focusing on kissing him well. But when I did, the zipper came easily. When I grabbed his pants and briefs by the waistband and pulled down, Sato’s cock popped up and slapped his bare stomach. Sato squeezed just a little harder around my throat and started pushing me backwards so I was laying on the couch. He straddled me and with his free hand grabbed a fistfull of my hair, at no point breaking the kiss. 

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, consenting so quickly and eagerly to a teen choking me and pulling my hair and twisting my nipples and hurting me and dominating me. But it was so fucking satisfying. As he ground his cock back and forth over my abs, I realized that we hadn’t even had sex yet and if he decided he was done I would be just as fulfilled as if I’d had two orgasms in a row, just because of the emotional satisfaction that came from submitting to him and his abuse so easily.

When Sato pulled away from the kiss, I was confident in what I should expect. And I wasn’t wrong. In one fluid motion, the teen slid up, pulled my head forward by my hair and quickly and casually replaced his tongue in my mouth with the head of his cock. I opened up excitedly to welcome his cock in. 

He didn’t waste any time and got right to shoving his rod into my mouth and throat  all the way down to the hilt and then pulling it back until the head was about halfway in before pushing right back in.

“Fuck yeah, bitch,” Sato growled at me. “You love that Japanese cock. You fuckin love that fucking Japanese cock. You need it you stupid faggot. You need my big Japanese teen cock like you need oxygen.”

His words were primarily for him, I knew, but I found myself mentally, emphatically agreeing with each statement as he said it, even as I was gagging and choking and fighting for whatever breaths I could get through my nose as he jackhammered his cock into my face.

Yes, fucking god yes I do love your Japanese cock. I swear I love your Japanese cock. I am a stupid faggot who needs your cock, Sato. You’re right. I need it. I need your big Japanese teen cock, and it’s actually more important than air to me. I need it more than anything.

Without realizing it, I stopped consciously caring about breathing. That biological need for air was there, but it wasn’t something I was aware of or concerned about. My whole mind was totally consumed by my lust for Sato, my devastating hunger for his cock and his body and even though I wasn’t fully aware of it yet, his control.

“Such a good boy,” he said. “Yeah. Just lay there and give me your mouth. You know you want me to use your throat. Yeah. Take. It. Bitch. Let it happen. Relax and you’ll enjoy it. You know you will.”

My jaw was cramping now and my throat was sore and felt like it was going to start swelling if he didn’t stop, but that didn’t change anything. It was exceptionally clear that Sato didn’t care how I was feeling or what I wanted here. He was going to decide for me what I wanted and how I was feeling. And he knew I was going to let him. It also didn’t change the fact that I really did want this. I’d been spending my days at work daydreaming about this, my dick hard and leaking in my pants as I sat at my desk, missing deadlines and generally screwing up at work. This was what I’ve been waiting for all week. I was bigger than Sato. If I wanted to, and I mean truly wanted to, I could get myself free and switch the roles and there would be nothing he could do about it. But I didn’t want to.

My desire to be under his control was so intense that even though I wanted to free my hands from his legs that were pinning them down to get to my own cock, I couldn’t will myself to move them for fear that it would disturb him or disappoint him by worrying about myself when I should clearly be focused on moving my now-exhausted tongue around his cock as it thrust in and out of my mouth. I tried to move my right hand to see if I could get out from under him without him noticing. But he did notice and answered my attempt with a smack to the face without stopping the face fuck.

“If I wanted you to play with your little white shrimp dick I would tell you to,” he said, smacking me in the face again before shoving his cock all the way down my throat and holding it there. “I know you’re a hopeless slut but I also know you’ve been playing with that embarrassment of a dick all week. You don’t need to touch your dick. You need to focus on mine. And why did you stop moving your tongue?”

Immediately I started wrigging my tongue around as much as I could with what little space his cock left in my mouth.

I was otherwise totally frozen and running out of air as he talked, but I was also so incredibly turned on by the way he was talking to me like garbage. My brain was overloaded by it all. If I could have exhaled I would have been shouting out orgasm-level moans in response to his degradation and demeaning tone. It was enough to make my dick twitch in my pants. I thought I was going to cum just from that and was so glad I didn’t. It would have been too embarrassing for me to handle. 

“Now, I’m gonna start fucking your face again and you’re going to lay there, relax, take it and enjoy it,” Sato said. “Do you understand me?”

Careful not to get my teeth on his big cock, I nodded my head as best I could.

Sato didn’t start back up slowly. He was right back to full speed.

“Look at me when I’m fucking your throat, bitch,” Sato growled at me.

I opened my eyes and looked up as far as I could, my eyes watering and sending tears down my face in a fairly constant stream. Sato was looking right back down at me, making eye contact, and I was immediately overwhelmed by his looks. This teen was worthy of being idolized. The intensity in his eyes was stunning. His expression was a mix of sadistic pleasure and, if I was reading into it right, a strange sort of affection. An affectionate look that said that he wanted to hurt me and abuse me, but also wanted to kiss me and hold me and comfort me and even, though I couldn’t think of how it would make sense for him to protect me considering our differences in size, protect me when he was done using my body like a cheap manufactured toy.

Sato kept pumping into my throat for another five minutes before he bottomed out and held it. When my body started to panic because of my suffocation by cock, he pushed my head down and shifted himself up so that he was practically sitting on my face with his cock lodged in my airway, but managed to do it in a way that my hands were still pinned. By the time I was so panicked I couldn’t stop myself from trying to get him off of me, I was already getting lightheaded and couldn’t muster the strength to break free of him. Me, a six-foot 29-year-old man with enough muscle to lift the twink up and carry him with one arm, unable to break free. 

Just when I thought I was about to lose control of my jaw and involuntarily bite down to free myself of the intrusion, Sato suddenly stood, yanking his cock from my mouth. I felt a sudden surge of anger as I drew my shuddering first breath.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, looking down at me coughing and sputtering and gasping for air. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jake. That was hardcore.”

I looked at him through watery eyes, unable to stop my coughing and gasping long enough to respond and tell him to go fuck himself and that he almost made me involuntarily bite his cock off. But as I caught my breath and my eyes cleared, looking up at him, seeing the shorter twink towering over my laying form, my anger quickly faded. I was left with only lust and infatuation.

“Now lets get you to that bed so I can finally get rid of my virginity,” Sato commanded, raising up his right leg and nudging me in the face with the balls of his feet. So fucking demeaning. So goddamn arrogant and demanding. I was drunk off it.

Weak all over, I slowly stood and found my footing. Sato grabbed me by the belt buckle and led me into the bedroom. The bathroom light was on, lending a dim, moody light to the space. My teen twink boyfriend didn’t waste any time. He aptly unbuckled and removed my belt, then shoved me onto the bed.

“Strip,” he said, throwing my belt on the bed next to the floor.

I did as I was ordered, laying back on the bed and lifting my ass up to pull my pants and Pump briefs off at the same time, tossing them to the floor.

“I hope you realize what’s about to happen. How lucky you’re about to be,” Sato said. As he climbed on the bed. He paused on his knees next to me and reached out with his right hand to grab my balls tightly. I flinched at the action, but in reality the strength with which he was gripping my balls wasn’t meant to create anything more than a dull discomfort. He leaned in close. “I’m about to give you a gift that I can only ever give one person in this life. Something I can’t take back, something you can’t give back. You’re fucking blessed to be gifted with the virginity of a man like me, so you’d better fucking behave like you know that.

“Yes, sir,” I said to him, the ‘sir’ coming natural to me. He liked it, too. A cocky, satisfied grin stretched across his face.

“Good boy. Now get up here and start working on my nipples,” Sato commanded, laying down on the bed and folding his hands behind his head with his legs spread wide.

Still weak and shaky from the near-blackout experience on the couch, I dragged myself to him as eagerly as I could manage and latched my mouth onto his left nipple. I started with a few licks and received appreciative soft moans as a reward. I knew how to make his nipples more sensitive and make this feel better for him, though, so I gently bit down on it and started nibbling. He let out a quiet exclamation of surprise but didn’t hit the back of my head like I expected. Satisfied that I’d done enough, I went back to licking and sucking on his small brown nipple, darting my tongue across it as quickly as I could.

After the bite to make it more sensitive, Sato’s moans were a little louder.

“Fuck, Jake, you know what you’re doing,” Sato praised me without ceasing his moans. “Such a talented and experienced slut. You’re neighbors are gonna know just how talented the two of us are by the end of the night, we’re gonna make each other get so loud.”

For some reason, I doubted Sato would give me the best bottoming experience of my life. But the 18-year-old almost-no-longer-virgin twink hadn’t stopped surprising me yet so I didn’t count it out. It was more likely that I would be loud as a result of the pain of his inexperienced topping, but at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if he completely blew my mind and made me cum hands free. He’d already proven he knew what he was doing with oral topping. 

I kept working over his left nipple for a minute longer, then switched to his right. I bit down softly, getting another almost unhappy exclamation but this time I think he realized why I was doing it, so he didn’t sound as upset. When I got to licking on this one I found it was more sensitive than the left. In a heartbeat, Sato was arching his back and moaning.

“Shit, fuck, worship that nipple bitch,” Sato ordered loudly. His hand came down on the back of my head and he pushed my face down onto his chest. I was exceptionally proud of myself. Making him feel this good was enough to make me feel like I was worthy of his attention. Shit. Worthy of his attention? This twink really had me under a spell.

I spent a good while on that until Sato decided he was done.

“Kiss and lick my abs,” he ordered me flatly after pulling my head up off him. 

I didn’t respond verbally, instead just going straight for his stomach and lavishing in the deep ridges of his abs. Sato wasn’t a stranger to the gym, but he also wasn’t a gym rat. His abs were as much due to the lack of body fat as they were his work toward training those muscles in the gym. But that didn’t change how satisfying it felt to have my nose and tongue bouncing in and out of them. I kissed and licked each of them several times to the soundtrack of his soft sounds of approval. “Ooh” and “ah” and “oh” and “yeah” repeated over and over in varying orders. When he was ready for me to move on, Sato didn’t say anything but instead used his favorite method of controlling me and grabbed my hair to guide my head down to his balls. 

I started by lapping at them before sucking them gently into my mouth one at a time and rolling them around with my tongue. Then he had me lick his cock and kiss his cockhead.

“Make out with my dickhead, slut,” he said. “Show it how much you love it and appreciate it and how much you want to feel it up your ass.”

And that’s just what I did. I pulled the foreskin all the way back and kissed it, took it just inside my lips, polished it with my tongue. I knew Sato had a sensitive cockhead, but he did a fantastic job of managing his reaction, I imagined to keep me from feeling too proud of myself. 

“That’s enough,” Sato said suddenly. “On your back, get in position.”

My heart racing with nerves, I did as he said. I pulled my legs back as far as I could and Sato put a pillow under my ass to prop it up before grabbing the bottle of lube. To my surprise, though, he didn’t immediately open it. Instead, he sat it on the bed and then knelt in font of my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart to expose my hole, looked at me with that devilish, cocky grin, and dived in. His tongue on my hole had me squirming. Of all the things I expected from Sato, getting rimmed was not one of them. 

He still hadn’t gotten anywhere close to putting my cock in his mouth, yet here he was engaging in foreplay that involved his tongue and my hole. And he seemed to know what he was doing, too. I couldn’t lay still, it felt so good. He was right that my neighbors would hear how good he was by the end of the night, and that fact helped me to relax. If he was this good at rimming, chances were better that he knew what he was doing when he fucked, too.

After giving me the best rim job of my life, Sato sat up with a proud expression.

“I did my research for tonight,” he said. He offered no other explanation as he lubed up his index finger then began teasing my hole. “Did you shave it for me or is your ass naturally hairless?”

I looked up at him embarrassed and he chuckled at me. Sato may have been 18, but he was sharp and quick. He could read the admission that I did in my expression. Suddenly I felt pressure on my hole. It took me a moment, but I managed to relax enough to make its entry smoother. Sato felt around, concentration clear in his eyes, and again quirked that cocky grin that made me feel woozy with excitement when he found my g-spot. He started rubbing it and I started moaning again.

He took his time, putting in two fingers after a while, then three to stretch me out. For some reason, I thought Sato was just going to slap some lube on his cock, smear a little on my hole and shove it in all the way and ignore whether I was too tight or not. But when he pulled out his fingers and covered his cock with copious amounts of lube, I knew by looking at how thick it was that his stretching wasn’t quite enough. I wanted to say something but held my tongue. This was his special night. I felt not only the need but the desire to do everything I could to make it not only a good experience for him, but something he could feel proud of. I determined in that moment to do whatever I had to, even if it meant ignoring any pain or at least trying to make it look like a reaction to pleasure if I needed to.

When his thick cockhead reached my hole, Sato rubbed it up and down for a minute, keeping his eyes locked with mine, before slowly starting to push. I did my best to relax and push out to make my hole more welcoming to him, but it still hurt. And just like that, I broke my composure and let out a loud yelp.

“If it hurts you can either keep it to yourself or you can bitch and moan all you want,” Sato said intimately, leaning down so his face was a few inches from mine. “See if I care.”

At that moment, I realized Sato had stretched me out to make it easier on me but probably realized when I reacted the way I did that my pain pushed his sadistic buttons. Still, he seemed to take care and pushed in slowly. I grimaced and moaned and whined but did my best to keep it all to a minimum. Still, despite the look on his face that said he was getting off on my pain, Sato kept going slowly and taking breaks to let me adjust. I imagined there was a battle between three parts of his mind: the sadistic part that enjoyed my agony, the proud side that wanted to prove he could fuck better than anyone and the affectionate side that knew he got off on seeing me hurt physically but didn’t want to see me think he was being excessively cruel and feel hurt emotionally. 

In the end, Sato took about five minutes to get balls deep inside me. He stayed there for a few seconds, looking at me with amazement before he slowly started pulling backwards, then pushed back in. With each in-out motion, Sato picked up the speed a little.

“Fucking oh my fucking god,” Sato cried out right before he started really picking up the speed. “Your ass is so tight. And its so fucking warm and soft inside.”

My hope for Sato to know what he was doing his first fuck were quickly dashed. He was sloppy and all over the place and his technique had me flinching and in almost constant pain. But when he called out, “Look me in the fucking face, bitch. I’m giving you my virginity, you better fucking appreciate it,” I locked eyes with him and stopped caring. This twink, 11 years younger than me, had the charismatic power and drop dead gorgeous looks to have me here on my back, holding my knees to my best so he could fuck me and lose his virginity, and seeing into his eyes I knew I was making the right choice. The sadism was gone, replaced By amazement and excitement and affection and pride. 

His hair was hanging down a little, but it didn’t stop me from seeing his young and beautiful face. The way he was grunting was fucking hot. His wide eyes of discovery were adorable. His mouth slightly open in pleasure was a compliment to my ability to please him. I started pushing the pain out of my mind and instead focused on looking at him. This twink was taking something from me at the same time as he was giving me his virginity. No, that’s not right. He wasn’t taking it from me. He was accepting it. He was accepting my surrender to his authority in the same way I was accepting his virgin card: with excitement and pride. Why this twink, a daunting mixture of adorable and sexy and hot, picked me I will never be able to fully understand. I’m an attractive guy, but Sato could have had his pick of any gay man. But he chose me. That realization as I drank in his beauty came with a humility I didn’t expect. I felt honored to be here.

Even as he shoved his cock in at all the wrong angles and couldn’t keep a steady pace and only managed to brush up against my g-spot once out of ever 10 or so thrusts, I was getting more out of this fuck than I had out of any other, as a top or a bottom, and it was all psychological. 

The room was loud with the sounds of our sex. His body slamming repeatedly into mine, his grunts and moans of satisfaction, my grunts and moans of both pain and occasional satisfaction. When he leaned down to change his angle again, I lifted my head up and took one of his nipples into my mouth and started working it over. His moans got even louder, telling me I’d made a good move. 

Sato suddenly became even less coordinated and I knew what was coming.

“Jerk your cock,” he commanded me.

I reached around with my right hand, still holding my leg back as best I could, and grabbed ahold of my dick to find it full-mast. I hadn’t even realized how turned on I was by this.

“You gonna cum?” he grunted. Then, before I had a chance to answer, “Cause I’m about to.”

Then, without any further warning, Sato let out a roar and bottomed out in my ass. I could feel his big Japanese cock twitching inside me in time with orgasmic grunts. I jerked myself harder and faster, amazed and indescribably turned on by the thought of Sato breeding me. Then suddenly I was cumming too, spurred forward by the fact that shot after shot of his cum was flooding my insides. My own cum started spirting up. The first shot hit me in the face. The second managed to catch Sato under his chin, but he didn’t seem to care. The third, fourth and fifth all landed on my chest and in my abs before my orgasm turned into a steady stream of cum leaking out of my dick. Sato fired off his last volley inside me a split second after I’d shot mine on myself. He collapsed atop me, breathing heavily with his cock still buried balls deep. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he laid there on top of me, almost folding my body in half.

“Fuck,” he said finally. “I just fuckin fucked you. And it felt so, so, so good.”

More pride rushed through my body. I knew I had to say something, too, to make him feel good about his first performance.

“You were fucking amazing,” I told him. It wasn’t a lie, just a half-truth. He was amazing through most of it, even if parts of it were too sloppy or painful to enjoy. “Best fuck of my life.”

That second statement wasn’t a lie. Physically, I’d definitely had better. But the gratification I felt at that moment had never been beat. Sato lifted up his head to look me in the eyes and smiled. This time, the smile was all affection and maybe even admiration. Without notice, he lowered his head to mine and began kissing me.

“Shit,” he said, exhausted, when he broke the kiss. 

Slowly, Sato pulled his slightly deflated cock out of my ass. I was surprised to be sad that it was leaving me. When he was all the way out, Sato rolled over onto his back for a second before saying we should go get in the shower. I could have the honor of washing his body, he told me, but I should go first to take care of my post-breeding needs. And that I did. When I was done, I turned on the shower and Sato came into my bathroom. He stepped in and I followed him. Immediately I grabbed the body wash and began lathering it on his now-wet body. The fact that I felt a stir in my dick so soon after sex was amazing. I could go multiple rounds, don’t get me wrong. I was only 29, not 60. But, to be recovered and getting boned up again so quickly was an accomplishment made possible only by the fact that I was touching the body of this twink I now found myself idolizing.

When I was done washing him and he was rinsed off, Sato got out of the shower and dried off. I quickly washed myself and did the same, walking into the bedroom to find him laying there on the bed. Wordlessly and still exhausted and reveling in the afterglow of our sex, Sato looked at me with that same look of care. The darker, almost cruel side of him was dormant in his post-nut clarity. He patted the bed next to him and I took off my towel and climbed in. Before I could lay my head on the pillow next to Sato, planning to let him rest on my chest, he put his hand behind it and guided me to his body. 

To say it felt absurd to rest my head on the chest of an 18-year-old would be an understatement. The sheer differences in our sizes was enough to make this scene preposterous. But at the same time, it felt right. Sure, he was shorter than me. Enough so that I could feel his feet against my shin. And yeah, he was younger and his chest wasn’t as broad. But none of that mattered. This boy had just fucked the shit out of me and, while he had a lot of learning to do when it came to technique as a top, he had cemented his role in our relationship (however it would be defined in the end) as the more dominant role. So instead of dwelling on how crazy it was that a fully grown man of almost 30 was resting his head on his 18-year-old lover to bask in the afterglow I decided to just enjoy it.

We laid like that for a good 20 minutes before Sato grabbed the remote on my bedside table and turned on the TV. He put on a show and turned the volume down, then looked at me seriously.

“I’m starting to get horny again,” he told me casually. “Get down there and massage my feet. Use both your hands and your mouth.”

The demanding and authoritative Sato was back, but I wasn’t one to argue with him. I was fully hard again. I threw back the covers to see Sato was mostly, but not fully, erect and then knee walked to his feet. I grabbed his left one and started massaging it. I knew he expected me to kiss his feet and lick and suck on his toes, but I was hesitant. I didn’t find feet disgusting, per se, and his weren’t ugly as far as feet go, but one thing about me that never changed was the fact that I didn’t have a foot fetish. Something told me he didn’t, either. This was him getting off on his control over me. And when I was honest with myself I could say I got off on his control over me just as much. So swallowing my pride and burying my doubts, I lifted his foot up to my face and took a tentative lick of his big toe. We’d just gotten out of the shower and because Sato had good hygiene it probably wouldn’t have mattered if we hadn’t. His feet were clean.

Still not entirely sure of myself (though I would later come to realize that was something Sato enjoyed when he ordered me to do certain things), I took his big toe into my mouth and began swirling my tongue around it and sucking. I took my time, deciding that if I was going to do something I’d do it right. When I looked up at his face, I saw that cocky smile had returned. He was immensely satisfied with himself and the way I demonstrated my willing submission to him. 

I was there sucking his feet for a while before Sato grabbed ahold of his now-fully hard cock and started stroking. It wasn’t long after that he ordered me onto the floor on my knees, then grabbed me by the hair and guided my face to his balls. I didn’t need instructions. I just started licking and worshiping them. Sato jacked himself and told me I could “play with your dick too, I guess.” It only took about five minutes before he again took hold of my hair and pulled my face back. He didn’t offer any warning before aiming his dick at my face and firing off four volleys of fresh cum. That sent me over the edge, too, and I squeezed my dick hard just below the head to keep from shooting my load all over rug under my bed.

When he was done, Sato said I could take care of my load but to leave his on my face and join him in the living room, turning off the TV and walking away with his still-erect cock swinging back and forth. I was left there on my knees, his cum dripping off my chin and too my chest. I stood up, dumped my load into a shirt in my laundry basket and did as he said. I got to the couch to find him sitting there with his phone on his naked lap. When I sat down next to him, he turned to look at me, raised the phone up and snapped a picture of my cummy face before I could realize what was happening and protest. 

“I wanna save this for later,” he told me before walking toward my kitchen. I watched his ass as he went, enjoying the way the small but firm muscles flexed with each step. When he came back he had a paper towel for me to wipe my face with. He turned on the TV and we watched a few episodes of a show, then Sato got up.

“I’m gonna get dressed,” he told me. “You’re gonna stay just like that.”

He came back a few moments later fully clothed and carrying my wallet.

“I’m gonna take this,” he said, pulling out one of my credit cards. “I promise I’m not going to go on some crazy buying spree, but I don’t have a lot of my own money right now so I’ll spend yours for now.”

I should have felt like arguing the point, but I didn’t. Instead, I just sort of understood. He was a full time student with no job. And because I had to work full time and take out loans to get myself through college, I figured I could give him one of my credit cards so he could enjoy college life more than I got the chance to do. And he was Sato. I would give a lot for him. The sudden realization that I was that infatuated made me realize I needed to reevaluate and take a step back. I’d let him take the credit card for now. I could always take it back later or freeze it if he was spending too much. And if he was gonna ghost me after taking it, which I realized at that moment was a possibility, I could cancel it.

We sat there like that for a while. I was totally naked and he was dressed, which felt a little strange if I’m honest. We watched a few more episodes, then Sato pulled out his phone and my credit card.

“I’m gonna order an Uber back to the dorm,” he told me. “You can pick me up for our next date Friday. ‘Kay?”

I protested about him taking an Uber but he said he liked the idea of leaving me sitting here on the couch naked and I could honestly understand that sentiment. We agreed I’d pick him up at 7 p.m. on Friday and Sato gave me a passionate, lingering kiss before heading out to catch is ride. Realizing it was already 4 a.m., I went ahead when the door closed behind Sato and wrote up and sent an email to my boss saying I’d been up all night sick and would need the day off.

When Sato texted to say he was back in his dorm, I replied with a goodnight text and went to bed, where I jerked off while fingering my now slightly loose hole and thinking about Sato until I had my third orgasm of the night and fell asleep.