I'm Jon, 22, but at only 5'2" I am often mistaken for a schoolboy. Luckily I passed my driving test and carry my license with me so that I can get served in pubs. After my gran passed away, I acquired her house. Too big for me, but free.
Since splitting from my boyfriend I have become more and more desperate for sex. I am a total sub, and like to have my cute ass pounded. My frustration became so bad that I decided to put some messages in local cottages (toilets where men have sex}, 'Total sub needs to be used' ,bareback only.( I stopped short of saying abused) with my phone number. I didn't take long to get messages inviting me to their houses.
The first turned out to be a guy in his 50s, nearly bald and unshaven. I didn't care. He lived alone in an untidy bungalow. He told me to strip right off so that he could see my puny body. My penis doesn't match the rest of me and is over 6" erect, which it was now. The guy didn't even bother dropping his trousers, just took his cock out of his flies and told me to suck him hard. It stank of piss, but I did as I was told. He then bent me over the arm of the sofa, spat on my crack and his cock, and rammed home. I've had better fucks, who cares, he banged away, shot his load, and shoved his dick back in his pants. I was already getting more messages before I left his house.
The next chap was one of my old teachers, Mr. Hallam, lived in a nice house with his wife, who not only accepted his homosexuality, insisted on watching. We went to the bedroom, where we both got naked, we kissed and made out while the wife played with her fanny. He rimmed me and took me doggy style, pumping vigorously and breeding me, much more satisfying. I tossed myself. His wife rubbed herself to orgasm. That'll do for one day.
I left it till Saturday for the next one, making four appointments, morning, two in the afternoon and another at 7pm. I showered and douched until the water ran clear, and went to meet the first guy. He turned out to be not much older than myself, probably had difficulty getting a boyfriend because he wasn't very good looking. Anyway, we had coffee, he was clearly nervous, so I knelt in front of him and gave him a blow job. It proved too much and he came in my mouth. I told him not to worry, and that I'd come back same time tomorrow. The first afternoon appointment was with two men. Smart apartment. Undressed and on the bed, they spit roasted me, swapping back and forth, it was an hour before they bred me, I was nearly late for my next encounter. Luckily it wasn't too far away. The bloke was in his 30's, prematurely balding, nice smile, only in his bulging boxers when he opened the door to me. I noticed a damp patch on them. We had sex on the carpet. I went home for dinner. Final meet of the day, my ass had almost had enough. A tall, lanky chap answered the door, checking to make sure no one was watching before ushering me in. His son was there, only about 9. I wasn't sure about doing it in front of the lad, but the man insisted he had seen him shag hundreds of times. Once again naked, he had a cock that suited the rest of him, 8" and skinny. We did it on the sofa with the kid watching.
Sunday morning found me back with the ugly chap. This time he took me to bed. He may not of been a looker, but he could fuck well, taking me in several positions. I tried not to cum, as I like to reserve that to the last date, but he fucked me so well that I couldn't stop myself, We actually swapped numbers so that he could have me again (and again), Only two more meets, late afternoon and evening, so I had time to recover. I duly met them. The first was just out of a relationship, so didn't want to get tied down. His cock wasn't very big, I hardly felt t go in, but he came in buckets. I was still leaking when I arrived at my last port of call, a posh house that turned out to be a vicarage. The vicar was still in his robes from the evening service. He was naked underneath, so just hitched it up and had me over the dining table, remarking that he was clearly not the only shag I'd had.
During the week, I tried to avoid sex, restricting myself to wanking, but sometimes the desire would become too strong, and I'd visit the toilets. It rarely took very long to hook up. That Wednesday evening I took four loads. I joined Grindr, easier and safer. '5'2" sub requires shafting', with pictures of me back and front.
It's surprising how many men are gay, or at least into gay sex with short assed bottoms. Offers came flooding in. Most I rejected, too old, too fat, tiny dicks etc. It still left me with a steady flow of men to my front door. I kept lube in the bedroom, kitchen and lounge, so that I could be fucked anywhere. The youngest claimed to be 18, but he looked more like 16, not a hint of facial hair. Nether the less, he was a good shag, and did me twice in an hour. The eldest must have been in his 80s, though his profile put him at 68. It took me an age to get him hard. In the end, he popped a Viagra, and once it had got into his system, he was okay, though he didn't cum much.
I had quite a few married men, with a band on their third finger. Islamic men also found their way to me, homosexuality being a sin in their God's eyes. For sheer stamina, Afro Caribbean's are unbeatable. What's more they were happy to turn up in their twos and threes, giving me a good night, with plenty of cum. Nothing better than a big black cock, being driven by someone who knows how to use it.
