You Seduce Me and Set Me Free

I’m 6’6″, brown-haired, a beefy man with decent musculature and a late-40’s round weightlifter/I like beer belly. I’m white, I have a reddish beard, blue eyes. I’m charming, handsome and… I just divorced my wife becuase… gulp … I’m gay.

I’m traveling for work. I have a couple of the gay apps installed – mild to wild – showing real recent pictures of me. I announced I’d be travelling to the area and that I wanted to explore but I really wanted the other man to lead the way – even though and especially because I’m 6’6. I’ve spoken to a couple men. I need it and I’m… reluctant. I don’t know if I’m up to it. I’ve spoken to some older gentlemen who seemed trustworthy, and some young bucks I’m.. just not ready for.

After lying about who I am for decades, I’m not sure who I am. I want to relax, I have secret fantasies about men making me jack of for them, of men tying me up and fucking me with my fat dick waving in the air and cumming on my face. I’ve shared those with some men online. I don’t know who I am in the gay world, and I’d like to find someone to help me discover all that, late as I am.

I’m staying at a Marriott, having an afternoon drink after a heavy workout in the Gold’s Gym across the street. I’m sweaty, but the workout was intense and short. I realize I’m working out to make myself seem hotter for … hooking up with someone later. I gulp down my scotch. Maybe I should get a girly drink to advertise that I’m gay.

I get another scotch. I’m thinking about work to distract myself when you walk into the bar. You pause in the doorway: tall, dark-skinned-handsome, hands in your belt as you smile around the room like it belongs to you.

The bulge in the crotch of your pants is thick and broad and heavy. A big black dick, and a big fucking balls. I check it out with one long look, then look away. I can’t stop myself from looking back and lingering for a hot minute as your long brown fingers clutch the large mass of your cock and balls and adjust in your pants. I think I licked my thick pink white-boy lips. I look up and you are looking right into my blue eyes with your browns, smirking.

My gaze wrenches away with shame and gay guilt and horned up need. I stare out at the world and down my drink.

I don’t recognize you even though you’ve jerked off to the pictures of my round muscular ass multiple times from the kink site we are both part of, and the video I sent you of inserting a butt plug in my ass and bouncing my balls is in your regular self-pleasuring rotation.

You come over with 2 drinks and slide into me…slide into my booth, setting one of the deep green margaritas down close to me.

“Oh I -” I start to protest, thinking of my workout diet, but I don’t know you’re already in charge. You started to dominate me the second you held my eyes and touched your big cock and I blushed and looked away.

It’s a margarita. You know the salty mexican drink will hide the saltiness of the GHB you carefully dosed into it, knowing my weight from my profile. You have fantasized a number of times, cumming on your abs thinking of me succumbing to your wiles and opening my hole to you.

I look at the drink, “Oh I don’t really-“

You talk over me putting a hand on my arm. “They’re delicious,” you smile winningly with a little bit of sexual domination and nod. No reason to spook the spring lamb too soon.

I look at your winning smile but you can see I’m thinking about your cock. I gulp.
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I pick up the glass and you see my big pink tongue run along the rim and think of it under your foreskin. I take a strong pull and then we klink glasses. I take an evern longer pull, emptying 2/3 of the glass and you think of me gulping down your cum.

I’m a big guy and know alcohol and my deep resistance to it, but you know what I need and what will help me surrender to it.

I’m already in a hood with my boy-sized nub of a cock locked up swallowing your man dick I just don’t know it yet.

We chat and laugh, you telling a few jokes I’ll enjoy from what you know from my chat on the site, and I laugh, reddening more, laughing more each time as the GHB loosens my inhibitions, broadens my grin, allows my boy-like real self to come out, slowly lowers my inhibitions. Makes me want your approval.

You order a coffee for yourself and when I go to order the same, you put your hands on mine in a clear move of domination and lower them to the table as you tell the wait staff that’s all we need.

My dick lurches in my pants as you hold my wrist to the table for a long moment.

I’m floating, happy, as relaxed as I’ve ever been. Since I’m not a complete idiot, it occurs even to my slowed brain that there is literally no way to get me this happy, this easy, this aroused with three drinks unless something extra was involved.

I look into your gold-brown eyes as I have this realiztion. You tell a joke and I’m surprised I’m laughing, my cheeks red. But the real surprise is: you’re making my fantasy actually come true. You spiked the drink.

The ‘margarita’ is washing through me like a roar. I smile and talk to you and you seem familiar, but part of me doesn’t want to know from where. Part of me absorbs you and relaxes and is happy to do anything.

It floats into my awareness that you know things about me, you’ve got to be one of the guys I’ve been talking to….

I can feel my desire to do anything you want even before anything happens anyone else can see.

We talk. There is something inside me that is lit up, and my dick is thick and pulsing and I thank god for my loose workout shorts, but how am i gonna stand up?

I’m telling you about my workout, about my legs being sore, my traps are swole and tight. I can feel how warm you are, you’re so close. I want you closer. When you lean over and lay one of your big hands on my bulging shoulder and massage the thick muscle there, I melt like a big red-bearded puppy. I think I actually moan out loud as you work strong between my thick neck and my bunched traps.

We’re standing up and I’m wrapping my sweatshirt around my waist and knotting it over my cock which is thud-thud-thudding like a cop at the door.

Where are we going? Oh, right, you offered to massage my shoulders and my legs if I wanted. i really want you to lay me down and slide your fingers up and down the crack of my ass while you suck my cock, but the massage sounds genuinely nice.

I stare at your crotch as we get into the elevator, and it hits me. HorseCock65 is your profile name on the kink site. You’re into seduction, domination, bondage, topping, and a few other things I didn’t know what they meant. You only had pictures of your pants, your jock, your thick black hooded cock on the site. I recognized your hands as soon as I saw you. That’s why you felt familiar when you came over the to the table.

“We’re going to need your key,” you say in your deep voice, squeezing my shoulder. We’re standing in front of my room. I pat down my pockets, absently squeezing my cock which makes you chuckle. I think about what state my room is. I think “barely lived in” is a good description. .

I’m sitting on the end of my bed, nervous, my dock down from full attention. I’m wanting everything and nothing at the same time.

You’re in front of me again. “There’s a bath going, and I added some CBD bath salts to help you relax,” I’ve never done any pot before ever. “I…don’t get high,” I say, ridiculously, high and happy and floating as I am. You nod. “It’s not that kind of thing. It just helps you relax.”

You look me up and down, and that excites me. I want to relax for you. I want to do anything for you.

The water is hot, rising up from my feet like kindness, surrounding me, holding me. I ease into the big tub, and the grains of the bath salts grind under my feet. I ease into it, my burly shoulders not fitting in the hotel tub and my knees bent to let my torso sink down. The water is sultry and silky and I drift for a bit.

I hear you moving around in my hotel room, which doesn’t concern me at all, perversely, even though my wallet, keys, and work laptop are out there.

My whole body relaxes in that water. I pull my size 14’s out and prop them up to let my neck and shoulders sink into the kind water.

More and more relaxed I get. Not sloppy, not out of it, just my muscles let go of years of pretending I want vagina and my hole feels warm. I keep slapping my fat cock on my round lower belly in disbelief. I feel like a prince before battle, I feel like a king on coronation day. I can’t believe how lucky I am.

“All good in there?” comes your voice and I realize I’m so fucking chill I’ve lain there until the water is cool. I towel off, tousling my short hair, looking at my beard in the mirror. I look at myself in the mirror. Eveyrthing is about to change. Am I okay with that? the only thought I have is: everything is about to change… in the best way and not fucking soon enough!

The towel modestly covering my fat junk and my round squat-trained ass cheeks, I emerge. You smile at me from a chair by the bed like the sun came out. I have a semblance of a thought. You response, “I brought massage oil, and … supplies. We’re good.”

The bedstand near me has almond oil on it and a small towel. My eyes dart to the other one has straps and a dildo much smaller than my dick and ass lube out in the open in the room.

You look at me, and I nod. I look at the dildo and lube and gulp, then I look at you. You’re beaming from ear to ear, looking at my chest hair, my big pink nipples, the bulge under the towel shielding my big, round, furry butt cheeks.

“How do you want me?” I ask you, swaying slightly. I feel so good. I need sex; my balls are full and warm and needing to unload, I need to let go, I need your weight on me.

You look me up and down, and lick your lips with your thick pink tongue. I feel like a whore standing warm and wet in front of you in a towel. I’m gigantic, and I love the feeling. You clearly do too.

“Face down, towel to the side,” you say in your rich baritone.

The bedspread was off, and the top sheet was soft under me, and warm, and I turned my head to the right, raising my hands above my head and touching the headboard as my feet hung off in space. You’re a tall guy, HorseCock65, so in your gaze I felt seen – not just for my bubble butt, and my white skin, and my thick back and my traps and triceps bunched like a warrior, but for being tall and not fitting on a king size hotel bed.

I heard you rubbing the oil in your hands, and I was perfectly happy. Even if nothing else happen – and for a scared tiny little part of my giant self, especially if nothing else happens….

You start at my neck, with long sensitive fingers at the base of my skull- sensitive, pressing me down, controlling me. It would be very hard to get up if you pressed down there. Some tiny part of my brain wanted to freak out, but some much larger part of my post-straight brain identified that as something to hope for, to trust, to want, to need. And I did. I sighed deeply, out loud, my big back muscles flexing. You groaned or chuckled, or both.

You worked on my thick traps that have been tight since I was 12. They yielded and I moaned, groaned, whimpered, sighed. You worked on my back muscles, my traps. I sighed over and over, and groaned as your big hands moved across the swells of my furry ass. You moved down to the rounded, muscular mounds of my fat leg mucles.

You lean in with your elbows and I groan and moan every time you move back up and rub across my big round butt muscles.

I am so happy, I can’t describe it. If this is all that ever happened, I would just long for our next session, or a next time with anyone. I’m warm, but not hot, from my thick pecs, my abs, through my quads, down to my big pink toes. My fat flaccid dick is warm, my huge bull nuts are warm. You are grazing my big fucking nuts over and over as you work on and between my legs. I can feel that you are not wearing pants anymore, as your warm thighs press on my calves.

You begin to long stroke from my upper quads, bulging and tight, across the yielding mounds of my butt, up the rails of my back muscles, out across my wide lats, up onto my bulging traps where you dig in deep. I moan, deep, long. You dig in and pull down across the length of my back onto my legs. This is the 10th. maybe the 20th time you’ve done this. It feels better than any sex I ever had with my ex-wife, Virginia.

I’m aware that more and more your long hardening cock is sliding across my legs, my butt muscles and nestling into the valley between my furry ass cheeks, your long cock sliding up my hole with every stroke.

I don’t understand how I haven’t cum yet. I am groaning and moaning not just to send you the appreciation of your growing HorseCock65, but because it feels so good I can hardly stand it. I keep thinking I’ll say something turn over, offer to suck your dick, somehow take control, short circuit things, stop what I really want, which is what I’ve been doing my whole life, but I am set up by you so elegantly, I let it all pass like a buddhist sex meditation.

“Just gonna open you up a little more….” the warmth of your kindness washes over me. I know you feel lecherous, and manipulative, but I’m beaming to you gratitude and hope and need.

I sigh as you reach up and secure a blindfold over my eyes. I don’t want to see this. I want it done to me. I want to feel complete. At fucking last, I need to be a real bottom. Not just me lubing myself up when my wife is gone and playing with her dildo pretending it’s a man, but… a real big thick.. well you wrote it: horse cock.

You’ve been stroking my hole, up and down, up and down, licking softly. Pushing on my taint, on the hidden base of my dick while licking my hole. I’ve been groaning so much, I’m drooling. I turn my head to the left. “Just getting ready for more,” I hear you rumble as you lean forward, running the … 9 inches? of your dick along my wet hole that needs everything. You tie my wrists together, and secure them to something you’ve already attached to my bed.

I imagine your dark skin against my pale, furry forearms as you tie the silk tie between my wrists. There’s something weird happening in my head. Some tiny part of me thinks I ought to feel helpless, out of control. But I feel like a prince. I’m being prepped by warriors and princes for the future. Drugs can’t do that. Being at my core a submissive bottom who finally gets controlled by a real man is what does that. I’m loose and relaxed, warm, open.

I try not to think of what the turnaround that makes me – 6 and a half feet tall, musucalr, big dick, big nuts, big personality… who wants another man to make him his bitch. And thank fog for you making me your bitch in such an amazing way!!

I’m groaning and panting as your fingers slide through the wet lips of my asshole and start probing my prostate. I hear you panting behind me. I realize the lube you’ve worked into my hole fees so amazing, and your pushing your second long thick finger inside me.

I wonder if this is what you want. I know what you want is something else; I’ve read your profile amd I’ve cum to the things you wrote about being with another man and giving him the room to let go.

Something is building in me in a way I don’t recognize. Someone is groaning steadily, loudly, intensely.

It’s me.

Your long, thick fingers are inside me, and your other hand is gripping my thick traps, so relaxed now. You are pushing deeper and deeper into me, opening me, grinding against my prostate, close the opening of my hole. This is exactly what I want, what I’ve looked for. It’s so fucking intense, it fills me with pleasure. My dick is hard and leaking, but as you work harder and harder deep inside my hole, my dick starts to soften, but the pleasure spreads in me.

My lacissitude has limits and I start to buck against your fingers as you work inside me, moaning actively. You are pulling on my trap to draw me to your fingers, and somehow there are three fingers stretching my hole.

Something amazing begins. A lightness inside the core of me, my prostate powered up by your relentless, vibrational prodding. I get hotter. I hear myself sounding more and more and more like a btich, the pitch of my moans turning into cries, turning into… a wave of pure pleasure that moves through me.

My dick does not cum, which shocks me. In fact, it shrivels and pulls up inside of me as shockwave after shockwave rolls through my body of the most amazing orgrasm I’ve ever had in my life.

You relentlessly fuck my hole with your thick, beautiful fingers, shuddering me through intensity and beyond.

I have the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had in the 5th decade of my life at the hands of a man and there’s no evidence because I didn’t fucking cum. And I feel like superman and green lantern combined. I feel larger than life. I feel my thick grower dick shrinking and pulling back inside my body, totally dry, havinv not cum but yet the most astonishing feeling of my life.

I would do anything to have you actually fuck me. I don’t understand it, but it’s no longer about your red lips sliding down my dick or your hot throat swallowing my cock, it’s about my hole and I don’t give a fuck about any straight fucking thing I’ve ever cared about.

Normally I cum all over myself, get cum in my beard watching dudes fuck and I feel incredible pleasure, but the shame takes over. I wash, shower, scrub, render. But.. I don’t feel any of that. I don’t even cum, but something even better than cumming is happening. Has happened. Will… please god… happen again.

I am totally sated. My balls are huge. Thick. Needy, sensitive. FULL. Even more than cumming, I feel sated, delighted, happy, intense. But I want more. I could go on withuot ever stopping. I want to get fucked a hundred different slutty ways. I want it to be you, HorseCock65.

Maybe I said it.

I said it.

You were making me ask for it. “Do you want more?” groan… “Tell me you want more”… slightly more coherent groan about wanting.

i’m deep in the trench, fully swept away with pleasure.

“Please put it in me, I need it,” I hear myself saying. And I do. I don’t understand what carried us away earlier, but I need a hundred times more of it.

I realize your big hands are on my traps, pushing me into the mattress, and the big head of your cock is already inside me.

There is a man holding me down and his cock is inside me.

I groan, incredible, aroused, intense. You moan in reponse.

I groan long, hard, intense as you push your HorseCock65 inside me inch by inch. Mile by mile. “Feel that, take that, open up, BOY,” you groan or maybe think you groan into my ear.

I’m being fucked.

The long length of your cock is in me.

It pulls back, pulls out, just the fat mushroom hooded cock inside me. I groan like a bitch. I feel you get harder.

I’m plumping up between us, with the slow, intense fucking.
You push my knees aginst my chest and start working my fat pink nipples.

Your cock pulls out, you grinning at me. THe intenstity drops, I hope for more, need to be filled, need more. You push down your long dark hands on my round furry pecs.

You’re fucking me.

That bitch groaning/moaning sound is me.
You’re running your huge cock deep into me, pulling it out, and .. Jesus, I’ve never done anything like this before, but I while like a bitch, but masculine, for your big fucking horesock to be in me, to be crushing my prostate, to be fucking me over and over again, needing it to stop, to make me cum, needing it never to stop, needing everything to continue without end.

I’m hard. I feel ashamed of it. I’ve never been ashamed in my life. You’re shudering as you hard-thrust inside me. I’m babbling, moaning, groaning, needing, demanding… Suddenly you’re down between my legs and your hot wet dark mouth is moving shockingly on my dick.

I’m grabbing the bedspread, your nappy hair, I’m crying out, “Give it to me!” you groan.

I cum deep down your throat.

You cum across my leg, on my balls, on my pubes.

I gush down your throat, filling you.

You cum across my leg fur, my hip fur, on my balls, my spent little dick, my thick fur.

I need you to collar my cock, to constrain it, to use it. I need everything and nothing and your loads in me and my loads I don’t care about, only if I am not in control.

You grin a chesire grin, pushing into me, knowing I will call you against my own better interests the whole week I’m here. Knowing you’ll swallow my cum and I will take yours inside me. Knowing I need it.

I am on my back.
I feel like a bitch.
You’re all the way inside me.
In the past, whenever I came, I would become ashamed of who I had cum in and what I’d done.

But here I was, harder and harder, you fucking me and grinning into my face, stroking my cock, me needing every second of this.

I came for you.

You came in me.

Relaxation.

You gave me a card with your name and phone number on it. “I live here. You have business here. THIS,”and I knew he meant the small intense way I was feeling, ” is only the beginning,” and I knew he meant the active submission I could give over to him. I loved him, a’right.

cum in me?

So – cleaning myself out – fuck, that is an erotic feeling. Warm water (and then coffee) up into me, holding it, knowing I’m doing it for a man who wants to be inside me. FUCK that is hot as hell and it really got me into a horny horny headspace.

Then I slowly worked in a Foria CBD suppository because I knew I was gonna need some help back there. Felt pleasant my finger working it in there. 2 hour drive to his house. Just felt gradually more and more relaxed as I drove. My ass felt slowly warmer and warmer and the feeling was erotic but only in my balls and up inside me in places I don’t know well, and not in my dick.

When I got out of the car it was like… my body was high, but I wasn’t. Does that make sense? I felt really languid and happy in my body but clear headed.

He welcomed me with a big glass of scotch that he dosed with thc. I slurped it down as we chatted and his eyes raked over my tight shirt and the tight clingy shorts he asked me to wear. I felt kind of like an object, but in a way that I liked. And as we talked I was more and more and more okay with whatever we did or didn’t do, just as long as his attention was on me.

Eventually he stood up and moved behind me, massaging my shoulders and murmuring for me to sink down in the chair and relax.

he put a blindfold over my eyes, which I loved.

I was floating in bliss as he massaged my shoulders and neck and then my scalp with some lavender smelling oil. I was just in heaven

He got closer to me and was breathing in my ear and his hands massaged my big pecs and then found my big pink nipples and started gently playing with them.

As he worked harder and harder, I groaned and he started sucking and biting my earlobe.

I got hard as a fucking steel rod. He kept sucking and biting my ear and humming until he eventually reached down and pulled my shorts down and my underwear so my cock was free in the air.

He got between my legs, putting his big cock under my balls so the head pressed against my hole, and he kept working my nipples as I moaned and groaned and spasmed in place and he got really really hard against my hole and I was super hard against my belly.

I was secretly hoping he would just lube up and slowly work his dick into me that way but he had other plans.

He surprised me by puting a TIGHT cock ring on me making my cock EVEN harder and led me into the bedroom.

He used some warm-feeling massage oil (I think with cbd) on my big beefy ass cheeks and eventually my anus, slowly circling and circling and circling.

Somewhere in there he paused and bound my hands above my head. I was floating and didn’t give a fuck.

He moved to my side and massaged my jaw muscles, then slowly slid his softened cock into my mouth. and Slowly fucked my mouth and then held it deep while I sucked his cock and he got quasi-hard down my throat til I nearly passed out from lack of breathing. 

He moved back down my body and … to my shock, spanked my ass for a while! Slowly harder and more swats and my butt got red and tingly and felt… (embarrasing boner here!) really good!

He slicked up my ass with something that felt warm and slightly tingly. He worked a finger slowly in me and pressed on my prostate, which felt so good my asshole spasmed and then relaxed…. He slowly pulled out of me and then pressed a modestly girthy vibrator on my hole, slowly worked it in… and more and more of it until I felt so full it hurt a little bit. But THEN

oh god THEN

he started working it slowly in and out fucking me with it.

and slowly grinding my prostate with it.

and i have NEVER felt anything LIKE  that in my life!!!!!

Oh my god, I was groaning and moaning and some huge energy started running from my ass up my spine. He kept slowly working it, turning up the vibration, increasing the pressure, varying the stroke. 

My cock totally deflated and slipped out of the cockring. And he KEPT GOING. He would occasionally slap his cock against my ass. 

The experience kept getting more and more incredible.

It was the most intense experience I’ve ever had. It rose and rose and rose and all I wanted was more and I had no interest in my cock or balls which I’ve never experienced before.

I was grabbing the sheets and biting at the leather restraint…. The feelings crested crested and there was a strange slightly burning sensation in the base of my cock and spasming deep inside me KIND of like I came but nothing came out – not a drop. My whole body wracked in intense waves that crested and fell.

i lay sweating and panting on the bed.

We rested and I got up and peed and there was a kind of whitish fluid in my pee – I think it was seminal backwash or something.

I was warm and high and felt super super super horny!!!! All I wanted was MORE … or whatever he wanted.

He rolled me onto my back and resecured the restraints and the blindfold. And put a gag in my mouth so I “could be as loud as I wanted” face up.

He secured something around my thighs and a hard pillow under me so my ass was up and my legs were supported.

He said it was weird like he had also felt the kind of “faggot orgasm” that I had. He lubed me back up, but… apparently he was kind of spent or in his head or something. He tried his best to fuck me, which I wanted more than anything, but he couldn’t get hard. I was utterly soft but incredible aroused. 

He got out what was a larger dildo, and it took a bit to work inside ofme… and the amazing feelings started again.

But he switched lubes as he worked it into me and that one burned like a mother fucker!!!!!!

So we had to stop and I think he was super embarrassed even though i didn’t give a fuck.

We went out to dinner, had some yummy chow and I was just staring around feeling like a weird cross between a god and a whore that I totally didn’t mind. Had some amazing wine.

We hugged and I drove an hour or so to some hot springs where I have a room.

I’ve jerked off 5 times since last night.