The Dom attack

Thank God for the Internet. I'm sure in years past it was so much more difficult to find a friend with similar tastes and desires. But not so much today. And, if you are very lucky, you really do find what you are looking for. But be warry that you might just find exactly what you want.

My dreams have always been of me being of service to a dom man. Big, hairy, rough and nasty. I find most gay guys or gay wannabe's are of the same mind set. However, even with the Internet, finding a real man who likes to fuck submissive guys is more difficult than I thought. There are plenty of guys who call themselves dom. But... Sometimes it's not that simple. There are plenty of 'Professional' type men. But I'm not into anyone with a real dungeon and wears leather boots and a leather harness. I think they are full of BS anyway.

But, then there was John. Mmmm. He answered my email. He was nice. A little bit stern, but seemed to be interested in actually meeting and having some fun. He claimed to be dom. He said he has never been topped or wanted to be. He likes guys and likes them to act and obey like a true submissive. After a few emails we met for coffee.

John is a bit older than me. Check! He is a bit taller and larger than me. Check, check! He told me I looked like a real bitch. Check, check and checkmate!

"Get in the truck, bitch." I sucked him off in the truck, because he ordered me to, on the way to his place. "Suck my cock, bitch." I got a first hand look and taste of his cock. It was plenty. He waited in the driveway while I finished him off. "Get in the house, bitch."

We kissed with the taste of his cum in my mouth. He manhandled and kissed me right there in the kitchen. He pinned my arms behind my back while he groped me, kissing my wet, drooling mouth. He said he liked the way I suck his cock. he said he liked the way I kissed him. He said he liked my body, and was going to use all of it for his pleasure, for the rest of the day. 

When I told him what I was hoping for, to be fucked and called a bitch, he followed my desire. He did it in his own way of course. But he listened, and did what I liked. I told him to tie my hands over my head and throat fuck me till I choked and almost puked. So he did. I asked to be gagged with his dirty underwear while he topped me, fucking me face down until I nearly passed out. He liked that too, he said.

Some days I remember him. He stopped calling after a few months. We all get dissatisfied or bored or who knows what after a while. Another gay issue that seems to linger with a lot of us. But it was fun. And, if I'm lucky, I'll meet another real man like him again.