Names were changed to protect identities. Some artistic license was taken to add to the story but very little.
I’ve never entertained the idea of meeting one of my readers. Writing the kind of stories that I do calls for discretion and anonymity. I could be married to a woman with three kids, or maybe I’m a celebrity who likes to write trashy stories on the side. I couldn’t think of any circumstance where a fan of my writing would be able to find out who I was or even find out by accident. However, never say never.
When I write, I have an image in my brain of the men I’m writing about, what they look like, sound like, what kind of body they have, which is always athletic and muscular. While I like men of any age, my preferred kind of man is younger, masculine, attractive and someone that no one would never guess likes to wear women’s lingerie in private. He’s a jock, athletic, cocky.
I get tons of email from readers. Mostly, they are complimentary which I enjoy. Some write to me with suggestions for stories, and once in while, a guy will write to tell me how much they see themselves in one or more of my characters.
I received and email from just that sort of guy. I’ll call him Jason to hide his identity. He wrote that he was younger, an athlete, muscular, and attractive. I’ve been around the block enough to know that 99% of the time when a guy describes himself online, he’s lying. I usually ignore the descriptions, but he did have me intrigued. He wrote that he always had a curiosity about lingerie. When Jason was a kid, he secretly tried on his mom’s pantyhose and stockings. He found some of her lingerie and realized he loved the feel of silky, soft material on his skin. But he had shame about it because he was the opposite of a sissy boy. He was raised to be tough, manly, aggressive. Jason had a strict father, and three other brothers who were also overachieving jocks. He had to keep up with them. He was expected to play sports, which he loved, but it conflicted with his inner self who wanted to kiss boys and wear sexy underwear. Jason had girlfriends but was more into their panties than he was into them. Luckily, he grew up in the age of Pornhub where he could find all kinds of images and videos of dudes in lingerie.
Jason recently graduated from college where he experimented with guys and knew right away he was definitely gay. The internet and Amazon allowed him to indulge in his fetish for lace and silk, so he bought everything he liked discreetly; delivered right to his door. He’d had some hook ups with men who were into the idea of him dressing like a sissy, but because of his build and looks, they always wanted him to top. Or they wanted him to undress for sex. It just wasn’t what he was looking for.
Jason saw my stories on one of many online sites. He wrote that he was instantly aroused and obsessed with my stories and that he identified so much that he bought lingerie to match the kind I wrote about in my stories. We kept in touch, emailing back and forth. Soon we started chatting on Signal. He was harmless enough and he kept feeding my ego, so, of course, I wanted to chat with him. He actually gave me some great ideas. Then he began messaging me pics he said were of himself. The head was cut off in the pics, but they were consistently the same body. I had to remember they were probably fake, but he had the body that I loved. He was smooth, ripped and muscular, every inch of him was shaved smooth. His body was a cross between a CrossFit body and a gymnast’s. He had a beautiful body. I told him he didn’t have to send me pictures, but he wanted to. He started sending me pics of his body wearing all kinds of sexy stockings, panties, corset, garters. I can’t tell you the how many images he supplied for my spank bank, the kind that would inspire more stories. I even wrote some just for him.
After a couple months of this, he wanted to show me his face. When I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. He had to be 22 or 23 years old. He had dirty-blond hair that was short on the sides and thick and long on top. He had blue eyes. His jaw was wide and square. In short, he looked like a boy-next-door, Marine recruitment poster. He wasn’t too pretty, and not too plain. He was handsome and wholesome looking. He was gorgeous.
He resent some of the pictures he had sent before but with this face revealed. If they were Ai, they were good Ai. Then he sent just regular candid pics, stuff from his social media. I’m not sure what he wanted to accomplish but whatever it was, I was smitten. I finally let loose some personal information like my first name and what city I lived in. We lived on opposite coasts. Jason gave me enough info, and with the help of google photo, that I found his social media and sure enough, the kid was real. He proved it by posting a random picture of a car I sent him, and within a few minutes, there it was.
Jason begged me for a picture of myself. I thought long and hard and figured it wouldn’t hurt to send one. I sent him a professional headshot, and he went berserk, gushing over it, telling me I was his ideal man. He loved that I was much older, handsome. He liked the color of my hair and eyes. The more he gushed the more he begged for more pictures. I sent him candids of me, random pics that allowed him to see my body. I’m proud to say that I’ve worked out all my life and keep up my athletic, muscular build. I got bold and sent him one of me in thigh-high fishnets stockings, black panties and black heels. He said he shot his load when he saw it.
Then I get an email out of the blue saying he flying into my city for a job interview. I didn’t know if that was the truth, but he said he wanted to meet me in person. I thought about it. I struggled with it. It’s one thing chatting online with an aura of anonymity, but in person was a whole other ballgame. In person meant he knew exactly who I was, where I lived, what I did for a living. I was about to say it wasn’t a good idea until he sent me a pic of him freshly pumped from the gym wearing a very fucking sexy black, fishnet, head-to-toe bodysuit with heels and a black thong. So, I said yes that I would meet him. We exchanged phone numbers so we could text directly. He told me what time he was flying in and where he would be staying.
The afternoon of Jason’s arrival, I was nervous as fuck. I went to the gym, got a haircut. I wore a snug polo and jeans. I packed a ton of lingerie in a back and drove in to meet him. He was staying at a very expensive hotel which was nice. He texted me the room number and that he left a key card for me at the front desk. I was to text him when I arrived and to just walk right into the room.
I walked up to his door. My heart was beating fast; my mouth was dry. I just kept thinking if I was being catfished, I was gonna be livid. I slipped the key card in and opened the door. I shut the door and turned. I dropped my bag on the floor, and my jaw dropped. Not only was he not lying about his pictures, but he looked better in person. He stood in the middle of the room looking like the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. He was a taller than me. Jason looked to be around 200-210 pounds of solid muscle and no bodyfat. He wore an outfit that he knew I would like. He was decked out in all red which looked amazing against his tan skin and blonde hair. He wore a red, silk bustier that was skintight and cinched his tiny waist, it pushed up his muscular pecs and accentuated his baseball sized biceps. His shoulders were so wide and bulbous, his traps developed. He wore matching red thong panties, red thigh-high nylon stockings that molded to his corded quads, a red garter belt that matched the bustier. His red stilettos were satin, and they made his calves bulge. But the best part was his blood-red lipstick, eyeliner and mascara. His hair was neatly parted on the side and combed back. He was pretty and masculine at the same time.
He was so obviously nervous. He kept crossing his big arms over his chest like he was cold or embarrassed and then putting them back down to his sides. Soon, he just clasped his hands behind his back. I could tell he was flexing his arms as he did so, trying to impress me as much as possible. He had already done that.
I walked up to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful face. His eyes looked down.
“Hey,” I said quietly. “Eyes up here.” I lifted his chin with my index finger. He looked at me with a sort of innocence in his eyes. “There she is,” I whispered. “Hi.”
He smiled meekly. “Hi.” His voice was deep. It took me by surprise. “Do you like it?” he asked looking down at himself.
“It’s perfect,” I replied. I dragged my finger down his upper arm, and I saw goosebumps appear. I felt the shiny fabric of his bustier. Then I moved the back of my fingers gently across his cheek, and up to his hair. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and opened them again.
I put my hands on his hips and drew him in close. I had to look up since he was already tall, but the heels added a good three more inches to his height. I stared into his eyes.
“You’re so handsome,” he whispered.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said and then kissed him.
We kissed for a long time. I wanted to feel every inch of him, and I could feel him doing the same thing to me. I cupped his hard, muscular ass and massaged it. I slid my finger under the thong between his ass cheeks and found his little hole. As we made out, I slipped a finger inside and reveled in hearing him whimper into my mouth. He held on tight to me as I slowly finger fucked his jock pussy. His breathing was heavy and when we stopped kissing, he panted and whimpered. It was so fucking cute. I continued to finger-bang him. He threw his head back and moaned.
“Such a tight pussy,” I growled.
“Feels so good.”
I guided him back against the bed and slowly, gently lowered him down on it. He lay on his back looking up at me with pleading eyes. I still had my finger in him as I kneeled down beside him. His legs spread the more I fingered him. He lifted them, his pumps hovering in the air. I took that as a sign to bang him harder. I rapidly fucked his pussy with my finger, really getting into it. He was panting and grunting. All the muscles in his shoulders and chest were flexed. I kissed him as I poked his prostate. Each time I did, his legs would heave up and down.
“Your pussy is so fucking warm,” I said to him, my voice low.
He began letting out short little noises with every thrust. “Oh my god,” he hissed out. Then he reached down and clasped both hands around mine and squeezed as my hand continued to fuck him.
“Tell me what you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me,” he said, his baritone voice cracked. That tone of voice saying those words to me made me want to cum all over him.
“Yeah? You want some cock in your warm, wet pussy?” I said accentuating each word with a thrust.
“Yes,” he murmured. He was writhing around and moaning. His muscular legs hanging in the air.
I got close to his ear. “You gonna be a good sissy boy for daddy?”
His eyes opened wide. He turned his head to look at me. “Oh fuck yes, daddy.” Oh my god, hearing him say ‘daddy’ was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Gonna be a good little sissy jock boy for daddy?”
He nodded. “Uh hmm. Put your cock inside of me, daddy. My pussy is so wet right now.”
I kissed his neck and suddenly pulled out my finger. His legs dropped to the mattress, and he let out a groan. “Oh my fucking God,” he panted.
I chuckled and ran my fingers along his quads. “Pretty fucking hot, right?”
He laughed. “Bro, so fucking hot. Holy shit. You said and did everything I hoped you would.”
“I know what you like. And kid, you are the sexiest muscle boy I have ever seen in my life. You are like one of my characters come to life.”
“I knew I was. I knew I was what you were looking for.”
I stood up and starting taking off my clothes. He sat up. “Let me.”
“By all means,” I replied, and he helped pull off my polo and then out of my pants.
“Damn,” he said. “I love your body.”
“Show me how much.” I sat him back down and aimed my cock at his face. “Put some lipstick on my dick.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” he whispered as he dove onto my cock. This kid was an expert cocksucker. He told me he liked to suck cock, but he didn’t tell me he was good at it. And seeing his handsome face look up at me with my cock in his mouth was fucking heaven.
He sucked me and had me close a few times. I pulled my cock away from him. He tried to go for it again and I pushed him back. “NO.” I said sternly. His face looked surprised.
“Sorry,” he said quietly.
“I’m not wasting the first load in your pretty little slut mouth. You came all the way here to get your pussy pregnant, so that’s where it’s going.”
He nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re a dirty, slutty whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Be a good girl and lay back.”
He laid back and I crawled on top of him and between his legs. “Spread your legs for daddy, princess.” He spread them up and out. “There you go. You know what to do. Slutty pussy.”
I put the back of his knees in the crooks of my elbows and leaned forward. We were face to face. I maneuvered around and my cock felt his hole. I stared down at him. As I pushed into him I growled, “Jason, you’re a sissy.”
His eyes popped open wide. He looked up to see my stern face, biting my bottom lip as I slid all the way inside. “Fucking sissy boy. You like to wear panties and get fucked like a girl.”
He grunted when I pulled out and slid down again. “Are you fucking embarrassed, son?” I tried to sound what I thought his father would sound like.
He looked at me, frozen. He nodded.
“Big fucking jock boy, acting all straight and shit.” I fucked him faster. “Big tough guy just wanting a dude to fuck him like a chic. Am I right, Jason?”
He nodded again and started moaning. “Yes, dad.”
It was working. When I heard him call me dad, I knew I was in his head.
I shoved up inside him. “You’re a liar and a fake. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Can’t believe my jacked, jock son is a fucking faggot sissy,” I growled as I drilled in deep. “My son is a fucking cunt. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, dad.”
I smiled. “I know you are, son. That’s what makes you so fucking hot.” I clamped my mouth down on his and feverishly made out as I slammed his upturned ass. He was a screamer. I was afraid someone was going to send security up. I slapped my hand over his mouth.
“Shhh, princess. You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
He nodded. I took my hand away. He grabbed a pillow and pulled down onto his face to muffle more screams. I fucked that kid within an inch of his life. I sat up at one point, held his legs out by his ankles. He threw the pillow aside. He clasped his hands behind his head. His biceps bulged, and his lats spread.
He stared up at me. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he repeated. “Fuck yeah, fuck my pussy.” He said it forcefully like he was yelling at players playing football on TV. His voice was deep and bold. “Fuck me hard, dad. Fuck me so fucking hard. Make me your bitch! I wanna be your bitch!”
I was sweating, panting, out of breath. “You wanna be my bitch, princess? You wanna be my faggot fuck boy? You wanna be my pussy girl?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh my god!” He sat up which was impressive in of itself. He reached up, cupped my face and gave me a slap. “I’m your fucking bitch, so fuck me like one!”
After flinching from the slap, I couldn’t help it. I came. I thrust so far into him, so deep. I came the hardest I ever have in my life. I swear I came up his gut and into his throat. Then I reached down, took his cock and jacked it hard as I finished dumping my load. He screamed out and shot cum all over his torso and face.
I collapsed on top of him. His chest was heaving. I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his feet around the small of my back and his arms around my shoulders. I could feel the spikes of his heels digging into my back, but I didn’t care. I was where I was meant to be.
We lay silently, trying to catch our breath. I wanted to stay inside of him forever.
“Oh my fucking god,” he said, his voice was hoarse from yelling.
“Yeah, no shit.”
“I think I had an out of body experience.”
“I had an inside your body experience,” I said chuckling.
He patted me on the back. “Bro. Totally.”
“You are incredible. That was just like something I would write.”
“I know. I read all your stuff over and over. I wanted to make sure I could recreate that for you.”
“You got it right. But seriously, you look like I created you on Ai.”
“I can say the same about you.”
“I don’t know about that. But you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
I rolled off of him. “Did you like all that shit talk? All that dad stuff, it wasn’t too much was it?”
“Fuck no! It was so fucking hot. Calling me a faggot, sissy, whore, slut. I fucking loved that shit. The best thing about your stories is the dialogue. It was hot and besides, you weren’t wrong. The next best thing would be if my dad really did say those things to me.”
“You sound like you have a love/hate relationship with him.”
“Yeah. He’s such a dick. I have to act a certain way. My family expects a lot from me. My brothers are a pain in the ass.”
I grinned. “Any of them look like you?”
He laughed. “All of them. You can definitely tell we’re brothers. And we all look just like dad.”
“Holy shit. Four more of you. And a hot dad? Oh my god, that’s another story in the making.”
“Hey! I’m the only bitch you need,” he said smiling. “One of my other brothers is gay too. I mean, he’s not out, but I can tell.”
“Daddy is gonna be mad when he finds out two of his golden boys are fags.”
“Probably. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. So can he.”
I chuckled. “Does he have a thing for dear old dad too?”
Jason smirked and shrugged. “If you saw how hot our dad is, you would have a thing too.”
“Do you really have a job interview?” I asked with a smirk.
He grinned. “No. I just thought I needed an excuse to come here besides you.”
“Good idea but you didn’t have to go to all that work.”
“Yeah, but here I am.”
“You made a mess on yourself,” I said wiping cum of his satin bustier.
“That’s cool. I got more.”
“Yeah? How much?”
“Enough to last into tomorrow. Just choose a color,” he said with a wink.
“Did you bring that fishnet bodystocking?”
“Are you kidding me. I know you loved that one. But will I get to see YOU in anything?”
I kissed his shoulder. “Princess, I brought almost everything I have.”
I could feel him shutter. “Oh my god. Two bitches fucking all night.”
We did fuck into the next day. He changed his flight and stayed another day and night. We had dumped so much cum into each other I think we switched DNA. We have talked about meeting up again. I asked him if it was ok if I wrote about this. I promised to change his name and describe him differently (but I ended up describing him very close to the real thing.) He said it was fine. As long as I sent him the first copy.
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