The aftermath of Sir's visit

I always feel empty after Sir leaves. It is like a void has been created, with all the energy having been sucked out of my place. He is one of several men I have on rotation, but he alone is the reason I changed my profile from Top to vers top. Ever since I first saw him at the leather bar, I was under his spell. There was something about him that commanded attention and I was more than happy to give it to him. I first saw him at BLUF night at my local leather bar, he was just leaning against the bar, smoking his cigar. Everyone was staring at him, which was not surprising he was one hot fucking daddy. He was a muscle queen, and although in late fifties, you knew he still had a rocking body under that tank top. His grey beard and leather skin only added to his charm. Despite commanding the room, he did not pay anyone too much attention, and usually waited for his prey to come to him. That night I was no different, I purposely went to order at the bar right next to him. He just stared at me, clearly annoyed at me for invading his space. He stared, and I stared back and tried to smile. Looking me up and down he then told me to watch myself, he usually puts rude boys in their place. I just smiled and told him, that was what I was hoping. He just smiled and walked to the door, and I followed, forgetting the drink I just ordered. He came back to my place and fucked me so hard I was sore for a few days. It had been a long time since I was last fucked by anyone let alone a man like him. 

 He became one of my regulars, or I should say I became one of his. He did not call often, but when he did, I dropped everything to make sure I would be free. There were a few occasions I had to kick a guy out because he called. Not much was usually said during these booty calls, he would arrive in his leather chaps and boots, harness over a t-shirt, and muir cap, he would sit down, light a cigar while I went to get him a beer or whiskey. I would watch him enjoying his cigar, as he stared back at me. This would play out in silence, which only served to make me hornier and hornier with each puff he took. As soon as he gave me the signal, I would rush over and get on my knees, eager to start working his cock. Usually I would play with his cock through the leather before releasing it, only to devour it with one huge inhale. He had me acting like some eager teenager, hungry for cock. I would work him up and down like a piston, I could not get enough. More than a few times he would have to hold my head down to slow my pace. This only made me more eager. I would always continue to work his cock, until he placed the cigar down, which meant he was ready to fuck me. As soon as that cigar touch the table, I would eagerly release his cock from my mouth and let him stand up. Depending on his mood we would either fuck right in living room, but sometimes if he was going to take more time we would head to the bedroom. Last night we went to the bedroom. 

 He gave me one of the best fuckings of my life. He had me bent over with my face pressed into the pillow. My arse in the air, his hand on my shoulders, he hardly gave me time to get adjusted to his huge cock before he was ramming it into me. With each thrust I let out a moan into the pillow enjoying that sweet spot between pain and ecstasy. Clearly he had some aggression to let out and I was his release. He grabbed onto my harness as he tried to get even more momentum, I was not sure I could take any more but he kept going. FInally I heard his breathing increase and pace slowed and I knew he was close. I felt him give one final thrust, leaned forward and released his seed into me. As he filled my arse with his manly juices, I felt the sweat dripping from his chest onto my back which only made it that much hotter. When he was done, he pulled out, and lay next to me for 10 mins in silence. He then told me he had to go, so he gathered his stuff, got dressed, and walked out. As I heard the door close, I laid there still coming down from the high I was feeling, wondering if I, as a top, could ever be as good as he was, while slowly drifting off to sleep.

 When I woke up, I went down to the kitchen and I could still smell the lingering odour of his cigar. I had not showered, so I could also still smell him on me. It was making me horny. I then realized that I did not get the chance to come myself last night. I thought, given how horny I was feeling that rather than masturbating I would try one of my other regulars who usually up for a morning romp. Within seconds of texting him, he replied. He was eager and was on his way. I looked around the room and started to clean up. I realized I was naked and still had my harness on from last night. I realized it did not matter, so I continued to clean. It was then that I noticed that Sir's unfinished gar was still on the table. I picked it up ready to throw it out, but instead sniffed it. Mixed in with the smell of tobacco and ash, I could smell him on the gar. I brought it to my mouth, the end was still moist from his lips. I savored the taste of him, rolling it on my tongue. He liked his cigars with larger gauge so it had a substantial feel to the mouth. I then sat in his favorite chair and lit the cigar. As I took in a large plume of smoke, I could feel his presence in the room. I continued to smoke his gar, letting the tip linger on my tongue as I tried to taste him more. The smell of smoke and large gar in my mouth had me fantasizing about having his large cock in my mouth. Imagining him there, I closed my eyes as I thought about how much I missed him. I was brought out of my haze by the buzz on my phone. It was my booty call. I entered the code so he could let himself in. As he walked in he looked over at me. I must have been quite a sight, naked, lounging in my armchair, with harness on, smoking the ends of a cigar. He looked at me and smiled and said, "Sir was here last night I see.” I just smiled back. 

Without missing a beat, he came over to me and went straight to his knees. He took my semi-erect cock and leaned forward to smell it. As i had not showered I knew it would be covered in dried pre-cum and sweat. After taking a deep inhale he looked up at me and gave me a toothy grin and then gingerly began to run his tongue along the head of my cock and down the shaft. I could see he was enjoying the musty flavors of last night caked onto my member. As he cleaned my cock with his mouth, he started to get more and more eager, sucking harder and faster. Clearly turned on by the sloppy leftovers on my dick, he continued working me up and down aggressively. Although enjoying what was going on, I tried to capture Sir's energy and took one more inhale of cigar. This made me realize I wanted to make this last, so I grabbed his head and held him down on my cock, thrusting my pelvis forward from chair making sure he was taking all of me. Before he could get his breadth back, I gave him a good hard face fucking before releasing him. He then backed away from my cock and took some deep breaths, as his saliva dripped down his lips. He looked at me with gar stub in my mouth and smiled, and then went back down. 

On his return he started to work my balls, slowly taking each orb into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue. He let them go and slowly licked my sac, getting them wet with his saliva. I then noticed he paused, like a hound dog on the trail, I felt his tongue make its way down to my arse. When he got to my arsehole, he began eagerly licking the rim. I realized that he probably was smelling and tasting Sir’s leftovers. Without missing a beat, he lifted my legs up towards my shoulders and began aggressively cleaning my hole. Although many of my bottoms like to clean my arse, this time was different, he was working me like I never have been before. I could feel my whole body twitch with each prod of his tongue. He was hitting every erogenous zone I had and clearly he could tell, as I was moaning like a whore. He worked me for what seemed like ages, and i was not sure i could take much more. As my body was writhing from the sensation, he then moved back up to my cock and worked with his lips and hands. It did not take long before I was close. I warned him that he would be any moment now, and he only got more aggressive. As I knew I was about to explode, I grabbed his head, held him down and I shot load after load down his gullet. He did not resist. He eagerly took all I had to offer. When i was done, he cleaned my cock for a second time this morning. Once I was spent, I let him go. He cleaned his lips with his tongue and stood up and collapsed on the chair next to me. I looked at him and told him that was amazing. He just smiled, then asked when it was his turn. I told him, let's have some breakfast and shower and we can maybe get into round two. He said that sounded like a great plan. I then said, if you are lucky I will try and fuck you like Sir fucks me. He just smiled and said, “I hope you do"