It Shouldn't Work

Funny, really. It shouldn’t work as well as it does. 

We're different people. I mean, for one thing, there's the age gap. I’m 19 now, 18 when I met him. He's now 54. I'll be finishing college soon; he's divorced, and his own kids are older than me. In fact, he's nearly 10 years older than my dad.

But, on the plus side, he's a proper macho daddy. Muscles....yeah, he’s got muscles but I don’t think he’s ever been to a gym in his life. They’re all through labouring as a builder. He's over 6 feet tall and 210 pounds,  carries a little bit of weight around the middle, but on him it looks good. And his hands and feet are massive.

He's hairy. No, not just hairy, that doesn’t describe him. He has a pelt. He's covered in this fine, dark hair – chest, shoulders, arms, legs, stomach, it’s over a lot of his back, his arse and his groin. He shaves his bollocks and cock now but about the only places he hasn’t got hair growing is the soles of his feet and his palms. Oh, he shaves his head sometimes too. Sexy as fuck. It’s even better when it starts to grow back so he gets this stubble to his head and face. Makes him look like a real hard thug.

Nobody would ever call him good looking. His teeth are white but uneven. There’s something odd with his forehead, like it slopes too much, like he's from the stone-age or something. He even walks with a bit of a stoop, but I guess that’s from carrying building stuff around for so many years. But his eyes are a deep brown, like melted liquid chocolate, and every time he looks at me through them in real intimate moments, I melt as well.

Alec said that his ex used to moan that he never satisfied her, and she didn’t ever let him penetrate her too deeply. He told me that he had only ever had a few sex partners (all female) and that they’d said the same thing - he was too big and too clumsy. He thought he was shit in bed. Shame he never got it on with another male before me, then – he might have been told something different.

I’m small – 5 feet 4 inches – and used to get really embarrassed as I have a delayed puberty syndrome, so I have no body hair at all except on my head and eyebrows. And I have a very small cock and balls, although everything works. I just kinda accepted that that my sex life wasn’t going to be much. 

But I met a guy, Terry, who really expanded my passive side so I have no desire to use my cock for anything other then pissing from. And he got me to fully focus on and develop my subservient nature, so that my pleasure comes secondary to my top’s needs - and my dominant partner(s) control my orgasm, anyway.

Sex. That's where me and Alec really click. He is so male, it’s almost frightening. With his looks he's one scary big fucker. I feel like a China doll when I’m with him. Oh, and he has a correspondingly big cock. It’s a thick, veiny 10 incher, with a fat circumcised head. Yeah, when that's raring to go and Alec is snorting to get it on, I feel like I’m about to be ravished/raped by a caveman, all right.

See, the thing with me is, because I’m very passive, I like being dominated and controlled. Alec doesn’t just do that though. He is so.....male, so Alpha.....he gets me so hot for him that I’m almost coming before he takes his own clothes off.

And then he tortures my nipples and my balls to make me suck him all the way down my throat. Well, not torture exactly, but makes them hurt enough that I know he means it. Makes them ache. Makes me feel that it’s all about him, his pleasure, his needs, his orgasm. Even when he's got me upside down, holding me so I can barely move as he's got his long tongue so far up my arse it's like I'm being fucked by an eel, it's dominant - asserting his authority. I fucking love it.

To be honest, I'm so much his bitch that as soon as Alec starts to maul me around, I’m like wide open for him, arms, legs, even my asshole starts to dilate. No really, it’s like as soon as I know that Alec is ready to fuck me, my asshole actually begins to open up, ready for him. It's like a Pavlovian response. He reaches for me, I have an eager and wide open hole for him to hammer his massive, dripping cock in to. Weird.

Now, Terry trained me well and I’ve had plenty of cock to practice on. Terry is a big believer in training (well, he is a gym instructor) and used bondage to get me used to not having control over my own orgasm. Then once he had me broken in I sort of automatically focussed entirely on my top's needs. So essentially, I’m a receptive, passive, subjugated slut for big, dominant Alpha males to use me as a cum dump, with my pleasure and needs being secondary to theirs. They have the power, and I can’t really cum now unless I’m being fucked. 

But Alec has taken that one stage further. His turn on is proving to himself that he can make me cum, so that's what he does, consciously, continuously and dominantly. He can make me cum my brains out in multiple orgasms, one after another, like a woman, until I’m almost crying with exhaustion. And all I can do is keep as wide open as I can and let him do it, until he’s also spent and has fucked himself out. 

And he’s not particularly gentle about it. When he’s slamming his fat 10 incher in to my straining anus, I know that I’m being fucked good and proper with sheer bestial lust. He always thrusts his full 10 inches all the way, way past my second gate, way deep into my colon, before he would dream of coming himself. He likes to see me absolutely skewered on his cock. His conquest of me is absolute. Nothing is off limits. If he wants to bite my nips, squeeze my balls, suffocate me with his tongue, he does. I’m his plaything. If he wants to spank me, choke me, piss on me or in me, I’m his willing whore.

By the time Alec has finished fucking me for the night, he is drained – and that’s saying something, with the size of his balls. I’m usually bloated with his spunk and it drains out of me for ages, he produces so much. But I’ve cum so many times myself that all I can do is to keep breathing, cos I have no more energy for anything else. 

I stay over at Alec's a lot. He's even taken me away for weekends. Nice hotels in nice places......not that we got to see much of them, really. Once he’s finished inflicting another round of multiple orgasms on me, we're both too fucking knackered to move much further than the lobby. I love that about him though. We don’t go anywhere until he’s conquered me, fully subjugated me and fucked me until I’m dry spurting, and made sure that I know he's the Alpha and has total dominion over my orgasm.

Alec isn’t possessive and he's really happy to share. When Terry first invited him over – well, Terry is his neighbour, after all – Alec was delighted. And one of Alec's all time favourite things is to see me properly spit roasted, soaking up cum at both ends. Even better if I’m being double penetrated up the arse and deep throating another. It turns him on big time, so all he can think of then, is fucking my cum out of me while my arms and legs are being held immobile, to prove that he's the stud.

And then, in our tender moments, he is such a sweet and loving guy, holding me tight to him like I was a fragile, precious jewel. Enfolding my small, hairless body in his muscular arms and cradling me to his hirsuit body as if he could protect me from the world.

It’s not a relationship, exactly. I think. It’s not love. I think. But it works. 

Funny really. It shouldn't work as well as it does.