True Stories Series

Mistaken Identity

This is a true story. Yes, it really happened.

Finally, a guy who fits my criteria for a hook up. Tall, handsome, great body, sarcastic, wealthy and a top. We chatted online for hours before I made the decision to drive the hour to his place. He lives in a very nice area of San Diego and I was looking forward to seeing his house.

Our conversation online started casual before steering the conversation to fucking. It didn’t take too long since that’s what we were obviously looking for. He’s aggressive, verbal and dominant in the sack.

I tend to be aloof online. I don’t like to give out all the details of my life. You never know what freaks or stalkers are online. Besides, the chance of seeing him again is slim. Hook ups are like that.

I did find our online conversation somewhat odd at times. He kept saying he liked slutty guys even though I didn’t think I was giving off that vibe. He kept asking how successful I was at finding guys online and how often I do this sort of thing. He asked if the guys I hook up were satisfied with me. It was all very odd. At one point, he joked that I could be an escort with my looks and ass. I joked back that I wasn’t but I’m sure I could make a good living doing it.

That afternoon, I pulled into his driveway. It was a very nice Spanish-revival; stucco with red clay tile roof. Beautiful landscaping too.

He met me at the door. He was exactly like his profile picture and then some. Very tall, very handsome, dark hair, chiseled jaw, wide shoulders. His body was lean but built muscular and svelte. He wore a pair of tan chinos, a tailored gingham shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing tan, thick forearms. Looking at him, how attractive he was, I wondered why he needed to find sex online when he could easily find it anywhere.

I stepped in and he wasted no time at all getting down to it. Pinning me against the wall and kissing me aggressively. His hands zeroed in automatically to my ass, gripping it hard and squeezing.

“Mmm, fuck yes. Great ass,” he growled before kissing me again.

He was much taller than me. I had my arms around his neck and I stood on my tip-toes to reach his lips. At times, I felt my feet leave the floor as he would lift me to eye level. This was a signal to me that he was in control and he asserted his dominance. I was the smaller, weaker one. Submission was expected and resistance was futile.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a big guy. Only five-foot-ten but I’m one-hundred-ninety-pounds of muscle. He threw me around like I weighed nothing which I quite enjoy. When with a man like him, I like to feel controlled, protected, dominated. I feel safe even though he is aggressive and domineering, I didn’t think he was going to hurt and abuse me. Verbal abuse is fine by me during sex. It’s not cool with me otherwise. I’d rather punch a guy in the throat than be treated like shit outside the bedroom.

He ripped off my clothes and tossed me backwards onto the bed. His bed was huge. Plenty of room to get crazy and dirty. Again, he wasted no time. I sucked his thick cock. I was impressed with it. It was just the right size and I couldn’t wait to feel inside my hole. The way he moved made me sure he knew what he was doing when he fucks.

He was forceful with me as I sucked him off. I suspected there would be no reciprocation and I was ok with that. His hands were clamped down on my head as he jammed it down hard, pushing it farther down my throat. I gagged but he didn’t care. It turned him on. Occasionally, he would let me come up for air but most of time he was buried to the root in my throat and I breathed through my nose like one should.

“That’s it. Take it down. Good boy,” he said with a sultry, gruff voice.

It turned me so much, all I wanted to do was please him. He continued to face-fuck me until I felt him tense, his hands gripped my hair tight and came in my mouth. Only after that did he release me.

I sat up, out of breath, eyes watering, skin flushed red. He came down off his high and gently pulled me into a passionate kiss. He sucked on my tongue and licked the residual cum off my lips. He closed his eyes and reveled in the taste of his own cum. I got the feeling he would never eat his own cum unless it was on the face of another man. A man he had just forced to take his cock and swallow his seed.

He continued to kiss me as his hand traveled down my back to my ass. He moaned into my mouth when he rubbed his finger against my puckered hole. He gently broke the kiss. The finger that had been on my hole was place in my mouth. I sucked it in tasting its warm thickness. His eyes watched his finger disappear in my mouth and he smiled.

He pulled his finger from my mouth and kissed me. As we made out he put the finger on my hole and pressed in. I lost my breath as he slid in. I broke the kiss and threw my head back with a moan. I looked back at him and he bit his bottom lip while began his finger fuck of my ass. His finger thrust in and out faster and faster and soon he added another. I was out of control with pleasure.

“Good boy. Tight ass. Nice tight ass,” he commented lustfully.

I moaned my response. He slid his fingers out and lay me down and crawled on top of me. He devoured my mouth and embraced me tight.

“Fuck, I love your body,” he said.

“I love your body too. Fucking perfect,” I said with a smile. I was in heaven. The guy was perfect in every way.

“So hard and muscular. My top of bottom,” he said between kisses.

“You are definitely my kind of top.”

He rolled off me and lay on his back. He grasped his thick cock and pointed it straight up. “Get on it,” he commanded.

I scrambled to straddle him. He applied some lube and pointed it up to my hole as I lowered myself down. It sank down and his cock slid in until I was resting comfortably on his hips, his cock buried all the way in. My hands rested on his plate-like chest, holding myself still as I got used to the girth. His hips slow pushed up, raising me up. He had no patience with me stalling to get comfortable. He began to fuck up into me. I lifted myself upright, sat back and rode him like I was riding a mechanical bull. He seemed like he was trying to buck me off but I was determined to ride that bull as long as I could.

He fucked me in every position imaginable; missionary, doggie, against the wall, bent over desk. For two hours, he plundered my ass and I loved every minute and I could tell he was pleased with my stamina and how much I loved his technique in making me feel like it was the best fuck of my life. I thought I could seriously date this guy. He was perfect boyfriend material; handsome, masculine, wealthy and a top.

We sat in the afterglow of an afternoon of hot, sweaty, passionate, aggressive sex. We kissed and let our hands roam over each other’s hard bodies.

“Would you like to shower? I got you really sweat, handsome,” he asked me quietly.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Join me?” I asked as I stroked his jaw.

“No. I’ll let you go first. If I go in with you, I’ll try to fuck you through the wall,” he laughed.

I showered and washed the smell of sex and lube off my body. I felt refreshed yet hoping he had come into the shower. Taking me in the shower would have been very hot.

I came out, dried off as he watched me from the bed.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said with a smile.

I sat down to put on my shoes and something fell out. I picked it up and it was a wad of cash.

“What’s this?” I asked, confused.

“Your payment,” he said nonchalantly.

My brow furrowed. “For what?”

He chuckled. “You’re fee?”

I counted the money and there was two-hundred-dollars.

“Two-hundred-dollars?” I asked.

“Yeah, is it not enough? You never really said during our chat.”

“Why would I ask for two-hundred-dollars?”

“Sorry, whenever I hire an escort, they usually say how much. I assumed you were playing it safe by not telling me online in case I was a cop or something.”

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. “You think I’m a hooker?”

He looked at me confused. “You are a hooker.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Why are you being coy? A guy who looks like you doesn’t need to troll online unless he’s an escort.”

“A guy who looks like me? You’re hot as hell and your “trolling” on line,” I countered.

“Yes, I like to pay for it and move on. When I pay for it, I’m getting exactly what I want. No strings.”

“Huh. Well, I’m not a fucking hooker.”

“Sure. Of course, you’re not,” he scoffed.

“Really. I’m not an escort.”

“Dude, it’s ok. I’m not telling anyone. I know your gay-for-pay. I’m sure your girlfriend or wife or whatever doesn’t know and you’d like to keep it that way.”

I sat there, silently and looked down at the money. I just had sex with my perfect man and he paid me? Two-hundred-bucks? Now, I was strapped for cash. I wasn’t making a whole bunch and this two-hundred could help pay my car payment. I stared down at the bills. Maybe I should just play along? If he was going to throw money at me then why not let him think I was a hooker. It’s was kind of flattering anyway. I smiled before I turned to him. I shrugged and grinned.

“Ok, fine. I thought you might be a cop. Your profile was too perfect.”

“Thanks. Don’t worry about it. I don’t advertise that I pay guys for sex. I do have a reputation.”

“Ok, thanks,” I said as I stuffed the money in my pocket.

“However, I will be contacting you again. I hope regularly.”

I thought about it again. He wants to fuck me and pay me? Why not?”

“Sounds good. I’ll just assume you’re a regular, then.”

“Good.” His smile turned serious. “So, how many regulars do you have?”

I wondered how many regulars a real escort had and took a stab. “A few. Not many.”

“How many is a few?”

“Uh…five?” I answered reluctantly.

“Five?” he repeated in surprise.

“Maybe four,” I recanted.

“Huh. How much would it take to make me your only regular?”

Wow, I thought. I could play this up.

“A lot more than two-hundred.”

“Would a thousand a visit do the trick?”

What? This guy wanted to pay me a thousand dollars a fuck?

"Hmm. I think that would probably do the trick. The other guys might offer me more but I do like you. I like the way you fuck.”

“I like that you like the way I fuck.”

“A thousand it is then.”