Journal Entry: My Second Weekend with Rick Friday, June 6, 2026
I can’t believe it’s only been a week since I gave my virginity to Rick, and here I am again, I spent Last night with Rick. My body feels used in the best and most overwhelming way possible. I’m sore, sticky in places, a little dehydrated and hungover, but mostly I’m floating in this haze of “I can’t believe I did all that.” I need to write everything down before the details start to fade. This weekend was so much more than the first time. It felt like we crossed into something deeper, dirtier, and more real.
I left my apartment Friday afternoon and made the 2.5-hour drive again. My stomach was full of butterflies the whole way, but the good kind. Rick and I talked on the phone for most of the drive. He sounded excited and kept teasing me about getting the hot tub ready. “I want to see that pretty little body in the water with me, baby,” he said in that low, warm voice that always makes me melt. When I pulled into his driveway around 5:30 PM, he was waiting at the door with a big smile.
We hugged right away — that big, hairy bear hug that makes me feel so small and safe. We sat in the living room for a bit and he already had margaritas made. Strong ones. We talked about our week, how much he’d been thinking about me since last time, how he couldn’t stop replaying the way I looked in the white thigh-highs. After a couple drinks, he mentioned the hot tub was warming up. Apparently he’d accidentally turned on the jets without the heater at first, so we had to wait a little.
Once the water was nice and warm, he made a whole pitcher of margaritas and we headed outside. It was still bright daylight. He stripped down like it was nothing — just casually dropping his clothes and stepping into the tub, his thick cock already half-hard. I felt shy again, even after everything we did last time. My hands were shaking a little as I took off my shirt, shorts, and finally my underwear. He watched me the whole time with hungry eyes. “God, you’re even cuter than I remembered,” he murmured.
We sank into the hot, bubbling water naked. The margaritas went down fast — he definitely made that pitcher strong. I was feeling pretty drunk, giggly, and loose. We talked and flirted, his big hands starting to roam under the water, stroking my thighs, my chest, pulling me closer. Before long we were making out heavily, tongues deep, his beard scratching my face in the best way. Things were heating up fast.
He climbed out and sat on the edge of the tub, water dripping off his hairy body. I stayed in the water between his legs and took his cock in my mouth right there in the open air. It felt so wild and exposed with the sun still up. I was really into it — sucking him eagerly, swirling my tongue, taking him deeper than I had before. I looked up at him with watery eyes and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”
He groaned. “Fuck yes, baby. Let’s take this inside.”
We dried off quickly on the way to the bedroom. I climbed onto his big bed on all fours, heart racing. Rick grabbed the jar of coconut oil from the nightstand and scooped out a big blob. He rubbed it all over my smooth hole, pushing a couple fingers in to open me up. Then he pressed the thick head of his cock against me and pushed in one steady motion.
Oh my God. It hurt. The stretch was intense — way more than I was ready for. I gasped and tensed up. He stayed buried deep for a minute, rubbing my back gently. “It’s okay, baby. Just breathe. It stings when you’re not quite ready.” I apologized, embarrassed, but he was so sweet about it. He pulled out slowly and gave me a long back rub, kissing my shoulders.
A couple minutes later he tried again. This time I took deep breaths and relaxed. His cock popped past my ring and slid all the way in. The fullness was overwhelming, especially with the alcohol making everything feel more intense. He grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started fucking me properly — deep, steady strokes that made me moan into the mattress. “That’s it, good boy,” he growled. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well.” He came deep inside me, thrusting hard as he unloaded. I could feel every pulse.
We cuddled and talked pillow talk for a while afterward, then cleaned up and went back to the hot tub with more drinks. We spent another hour in there, buzzed and naked, talking openly about sex. I admitted I wanted to try taking his cum on my face and swallowing it. We also talked about maybe showing off in a chat room sometime. The conversation was so dirty and exciting.
Back inside, I gave him what he called a “girlfriend blowjob.” He lay on his back and I leaned over him, determined to make him cum. I stroked and sucked him vigorously until he erupted. The first thick rope shot across my nose and cheek, then I got my mouth on him and swallowed the next three big spurts. It was warm, thick, a little lumpy and salty. I kept sucking gently as I swallowed every drop. It made me feel incredibly sexy and submissive.
After resting, Rick pulled out a new pair of black thigh-high stockings from his dresser. He took his time rolling them up my smooth legs himself, clipping them high so the tops dug into the crease where my thighs met my ass. I felt so feminine and desired.
We decided to try the cam idea. I logged into the same chat site where we first met, wearing just the stockings. I posted that I was looking for someone to video chat with and show off for. “BigKenTx” responded quickly. We connected on video. He was a hairy, chubby white guy, already stroking his cock. He kept telling me how cute I was. I loved the attention.
He asked to see me from behind. I handed the phone to Rick, got on my knees, and arched my back. BigKen was confused at first: “Wait… who’s holding the camera?” That’s when we introduced Rick. I started sucking Rick’s cock on camera while he held the phone. Rick took control, narrating a little: “Look at this pretty boy taking my dick.” He fucked me on camera — first on my back with my legs up, then doggy style. He finished by pulling out and shooting across my ass cheeks and crack, making sure BigKen got a good view. The guy abruptly left right after. I laughed and told Rick, “I didn’t even get a thank you!”
We slept together in his bed. In the middle of the night I woke up as the little spoon. Rick was hard against me. He oiled me up again and fucked me from behind in that position — slow and deep at first, then harder until he came inside me again. We stayed connected like that as we fell back asleep.
In the morning I woke up sticky. I took off the stockings and got in the shower. A few minutes later Rick joined me. I dropped to my knees and sucked him under the water, then turned around, put my hands on the wall, and bent over. Because I’m so short it was tricky, so he wrapped a towel around me, carried me back to the bed, put me on my knees with my head down and ass up, and fucked me hard until he filled me one last time. “Good morning, baby,” he groaned as he came.
After another shower and some breakfast, we cuddled for about an hour before I got dressed for the drive home. I was tender, sore between my legs, a little hungover, but so happy. Every bump on the way back reminded me of how thoroughly Rick had used me all weekend.
I don’t know what this is turning into, but I feel more and more like I belong to him. The way he takes control, the way my body responds to him… it’s addictive. I’m already thinking about the next time.
I’m going to bed sore and satisfied. More soon.
— Adam
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