Friday, June 29, 2012

Dangerous to Know

Like so many of the couples I meet, the top guy is the older. He’s in his late twenties, vaguely scruffy, wears a pair of thick-framed glasses that lend him an air of nerdiness until he takes them off along with the rest of his clothes to reveal a pair of metal blue eyes and a dick of steel. He’s Clark god-damned Kent.

The bottom guy is younger. He’s lean, and pale, and sandy-haired. Smooth. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed when I enter their studio apartment on the upper west side, wearing nothing but briefs. His leg is bouncing up and down like a jackhammer, from nervousness.

They’ve never been with a third before. I’m the guy they asked to get the job done.

Most couples, when they decide to bring in another man to join them, have a strict agenda in mind. They set up their limits; they decide with what they’re comfortable. Some have long discussions about expectations beforehand. Some of them just have a driving partner who drags the less aggressive into it. Many have a very long list of what they will and won’t do with with the third. Some of them come up with safe words, for chrissakes.

But when they pick me, they don’t do it to play safe. They approach me because they know on some deep level that I’m dangerous. That I’ll push them past their limits and into new territory. It’s an unspoken contract, and I’ve rarely been wrong.

These two, for example. They think they’ve worked it out. Sweet and playful fun is the catchphrase they’ve decided on. We just want to have sweet and playful fun with a big-dicked guy! Definitely no anal! Making out. Licking. Sucking. Smooching and giggling.

Let’s be honest . . . there are dozens and dozens of men they could’ve chosen with much more vanilla intent. Yet they’ve decided upon me, and have gone to the trouble to invite me to their place. They picked me from my profile, with its photos of my big dick shown off to best advantage, my broad list of likes, my narrow list of dislikes. They don’t look at the photo of my erect cock and think, Gosh, he must be nice.

They’ve picked me, and let’s be frank, because I play hard and I know what the fuck I’m doing. It might be sweet and playful to begin, but by the time I’m done, we’ve had my kind of fun. They know it, deep down. But they might not admit it, not even to themselves.

We exchange introductions and nervous greetings. I sit on the bed’s edge, joining them. “He’s pretty,” I tell the top, running my fingers through the bottom’s hair. He’s got blue eyes, too. Nervous as he is about a strange top in their apartment, I can tell he likes to be admired. Some bottoms thrive on that. “Very pretty,” I said. With my hand cupping his chin, I lift up his face. His lips purse slightly to reach for my own. When they meet, the kiss qualifies as sweet. He’s eager to try another man than the one he sees day in and day out. He’s anxious to taste me. I rub my hands over his scrawny body, his rib cage, the little cold pencil erasers that are his nipples. He’s hard as a rock through the cotton of his briefs. He’s not just bulging, he’s got a tentpole down there.

My eyes remain open enough to see his partner rubbing his back, letting him know he’s there, encouraging him to give in to me. While we make out, my mouth completely surrounding the bottom’s, the older guy strips down. He’s got a sexy enough body beneath the baggy clothing, and a patch of sparse hair in the middle of his chest. Like his lover, his dick is probably the stiffest it’s ever been.

I pull away from the kiss and look into the boy’s eyes. “Undress me,” I tell him.

Obediently he drops down to unbutton my jeans, remove my sneakers, and pull down the denim until it tangles around my ankles for him to tug off. He stares at my dick, breathless at the sight. I’m only three-quarters hard and it’s already much bigger than the boyfriend’s. The boyfriend is looking at me too, while he absently runs his fingers up and down the length of his shaft.

The bottom’s taking too long. I kick off my socks, pull off my shirt. “Let me see that little butt,” I tell him, as I sit back down again.

It’s perfect. Round. Smooth. The palest white I’ve ever seen. I pull down the elastic of his waistband to expose it. Where I breathe over his skin, goosepimples rise. He and his lover and looking at each other. There’s an unspoken question in the bottom’s face. The older man nods back in reply. Yes, he’s saying to his partner. Yes. This is okay.

What they really want is someone else to do the dirty work. Someone else to insist on the things they can’t ask of each other out of politeness, out of familiarity. I’m not supposed to be touching this ass so openly. It’s not sweet. It’s not fun. It wasn’t on the approved curriculum. But here I am, running the flat of my hand over it, and the bottom is responding by bending forward and letting out a low exhalation. The top isn’t even protesting. “You need to get up on my lap,” I tell the bottom boy. “Lie over it,” I correct, when he thinks he’s going to sit on my knees. “Face down.”

He obeys, reluctantly. It’s a humiliating position. He’s like a little kid about to be punished. I’ve got his briefs pulled down and his butt exposed. “Is he a good boy or a bad boy?” I ask his partner.
The man’s got a rasp in his voice when he replies. There’s the tiniest ball of precum at the tip of his dick. “Bad boy,” he grunts.

“Bad boy, huh?” Without warning, I raise my hand and smack the bottom’s right buttock. Loud. Hard. It resounds through the sex-charged silence, and it’s followed by a loud bellow of protest from the bottom. This isn’t nice. This isn’t sweet. That spank had to sting like crazy. But the bottom’s not in charge here. I raise my hand again.

The top’s eyes are locked with mine. “Yeah,” he says. It’s not the voice I’d heard over the phone, friendly and approachable. It’s not even the voice that greeted me minutes before. It’s a voice made deeper by the scarlet emotions coursing through his mind, by the hormones causing his heart to race. It’s ragged with need. His hand is clenching his meat now, so tight the head’s purple. “He’s a real bad boy.”

My hand comes down again. I’m not being playful. This hurts. The bottom’s got tears in his voice when he protests. His lover reaches down, lifts his head. “Keep it down,” he says. My hand comes down again. Another howl. “Shut the fuck up.” Another slap on the rear. The skin there is reddening painfully. This time, there’s only a whimper and a clamped-down sob.

“Yeah,” says the top, as I continue to spank. “Bad boy. You don’t know what a fuckin’ bad boy I got.”
I smile to myself. I’ve only been there what, ten minutes? Already I’ve breached the fortress. Fuck sweet.

Couples like this bring in men like me because they want someone to take charge and take from them what he wants—without either of them having to take responsibility. If an outsider goes beyond their timid prearranged limits, everything that happens is his fault. He’s the bad one, not the innocent couple.

Fault, right. The pair might both walk away with their wildest fantasies put to rest for a while. Neither of them have to speak up and confess to their partner how dirty they like it. Neither of them has to lose face in front of the other. But everyone gets what he wants.

And what I want is the hole.

It’s an hour later, and the top and I have been sitting next to each other at the head of the bed for a while. Our knees are lifted, our legs are spread. The bottom’s been moving back and forth between our dicks, sucking them, while the top and I have been talking and making out. The talk’s been pretty perfunctory. Shit like, Your boy’s got a great mouth, or You like the way he sucks, huh? Nothing deep. But then I say, “You mind if I look at his ass again?”

The bottom lifts his head, alert, almost frightened of another spanking.

I can feel the top’s dick harden and flex against my thigh. “Do it,” he says.

So I’ve got the bottom with his face in the pillow. My mouth’s all over that hole, slobbering it up, making him gasp and moan. It’s muffled by a thick layer of goose down, but it’s still loud. The top’s on his hands and knees watching up close, like I’m some kind of live porn star with a hole he wants so see used. I pay him no nevermind while I haul the bottom’s ass into the air and chew on his hole.

There’s a gasp of a different kind as I push my thumb in there. I’m looking at the top. He doesn’t protest. I’m spreading the bottom’s cheeks with my hands, exposing the hole. I don’t know whether the bottom’s really prepared for this happening, and I really don’t care. He’s clean. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d done some extra cleaning down there in the hope that I’d be doing exactly this to him. “Quite a sight, huh?” I say, pulling myself to my knees. I make it look like I’m just repositioning myself, but really it to get my dick up there, next to the ass.

The guy grunts.

“You’ve really got a pretty boyfriend,” I tell him. “Great ass.” I pause. “Beautiful ass.”

I pull apart the cheeks even further. Then I let my dick rest on the cheek. The top is mesmerized. I move back and forth. My dick slides up and down, flesh on flesh. It naturally glides along the crack. I pause when the head’s pointed at the little pucker.

“Whaddaya think?” I ask.

There’s a pregnant pause. The bottom looks around wildly. He's not saying now, but he doesn’t want to be the one to say yes. The top grinds his jaw. He doesn’t want to say it aloud, the words of permission and encouragement. I rub my precum around the head of my meat, add a little spit to it. I nudge it against the hole.

Then I look at the top. After a moment, he nods.

Then I push. There’s a lot of resistance, but I get in there. There’s a hell of a lot of noise, but none of it is No.

This is what they want. Both of them. It’s not sweet. It’s not playful. It’s nasty and raw and they both knew it was going to happen all along. That’s why they picked me, instead of some nice guy who’d play along with what they said they wanted. Their real desire was this, right here—the sight of big dick stretching a tight hole, of a dicking-down neither would confess to the other he wanted to happen.

They wanted someone willing to be dangerous, and that’s exactly what they got.

41 comments:

  1. If one ever needed proof that you are a GOD among men, this encounter would be that proof...

    FUCK! How I wish I could fall to my knees and worship you...

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    1. If I were going to forge reader comments in my own blog, this is probably exactly how I'd do it. :)

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  2. I have done that same scenario when I was "working it" and people liked me because I was mean and dangerous. I was quite adept at doing the bottom and then making the dedicated top submit and watching the shock-filled joy of the bottom seeing his top be put in his place.
    Matthew Darringer

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    1. I've done that too, Matthew. Most of the tops I meet in those situations are secretly hoping I will—but they don't want to ruin their reputation by daring to ask for it.

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  3. Hot hot hot. This is why we love you, Mr. Steed. But tell the truth--did he call you Daddy?

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  4. Mmh, very hot.

    On an unrelated note, interesting that same-sex couples–two men have similar barriers like heterosexual couples when it comes to voicing fantasies or specific desires.

    That boy sounded really like a delicious morsel :)

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    1. Countess, I think in some areas, same-sex couples often have more of a problem articulating those fantasies or desires. For one thing, they're men, and men don't like talking about fantasies in ways that fall outside the acceptable narrative. Additionally, there are a lot of bottom men who are frightened that admitting their deep bottom needs makes them feminine, and a lot of top men who don't like to admit that they want to flip.

      Most partners, whatever the sex, don't want to hurt the feelings of the other one. So a lot of desires and fantasies go unmet simply because they're unspoken.

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  5. It would have been interesting to know their side of it all. The process of finding someone and then what they talked about after you left. I wonder if they've done this before? After the bottom guy having your big hard cock, his Top boyfriend may not satisfy him anymore. You may have ruined him for all smaller men....lol

    Not that I would say this, but....I'm also jealous of the bottom and the time he spent being used by you :-)

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    1. These two had never done it before. I hope I did spoil them for smaller men. It might make them invite me back more quickly.

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  6. Ah, thus scene reminds ne if the landscaper. Dark desires, hidden fantasies just waiting for an excuse to be released.

    May we hear mire about the landscaper? Please Sir. ;)

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    1. I'm not a drive-through window where you get to yell out your order! :-)

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  7. Rob,
    I too would love to have been that bottom being used by you. Lately, I've been thinking about giving up my ass cherry to some hot top just like you. Thanks for another hot post! Btw...would love to hear the latest on the landscaper as well.
    BlkJack

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  8. Gentle or not so Gentle Breeder:

    I should know better than to read your posts at work. I have a smile and a hardon and no place to hide them

    Al

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  9. What a hot post. Hardon thoughout. Just knew you were going to tear that ass up Rob. Wow hal

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    1. I appreciate your confidence in me, Hal!

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  10. Jeeeeeeez.........HOT!

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  11. Rob,

    Thanks for being the dangerous guy. I can't tell you how often I get off on your exploits, but my husband enjoys the hell out of the aftermath.

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    1. Providing much-needed services for couples since 1975. It should be my new motto.

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  12. Man oh man you are hot!

    Cheers

    Jamie

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  13. Bet the bottom didn't know what hit him afterwards and the older top blew harder than he's ever had before. You made their fuckin' week. Stud among studs.

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    1. I was shooting for making their year, Joey. :)

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  14. I believe in the old school idea that tops need to be trained. This top needed to be shown the way. Maybe this couple will explore their true roles in the relationship. Your a top level alpha and could the little training u need in your teens! Thanks for sharing

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    1. Yeah, I think this guy could use some mentoring, Butch. It's a good thing I'm a great mentor.

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  15. As always, great job of creating the visual images for us - your words make it to easy/necessary to BE there with you. Seeing the hungry ass. Staring into the top's face as he nods "yes." You make my mouth water....
    ---jonking

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  16. This is incredibly hot. Thank you for it. One question: did you breed his ass? Did you make him beg for it? What did they say afterward?

    ...but you know what, you'd've included those in the story if they fit. But I'm hoping you won't mind telling me anyway. If you DO mind, my apologies.

    It's damned hot anyway.

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    1. I think you know that's three questions, right?

      1. Yes.
      2. Yes.
      3. Not much.

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    2. Yeah, I kinda got carried away. Your posts are good, but not really conducive to clear thought right after reading them.

      And thank you, thank you, and thank you.

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  17. Blazing hot.... I have to think you will hear from them again very soon. I just wonder whether you'll hear from one or both.

    I also can't help but imagine how soon the top climbed on board for sloppy seconds, & how often you're getting invoked when he's fucking his bottom now.

    --Y.P.

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    1. Y.P., I bet I'm not invoked as much as I ought to be.

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    2. We'll have to come up with new data once I can speak in depth to your skills. Hell, then I can provide references.

      -Y.P.

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  18. Rob,

    My cock twitching while I read this post and hole flexing and when you slid in.....I shot my load.....

    VRPB

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    1. I'm honored to inspire a load, VRPB!

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  19. Hot content aside, there's some pure poetry in there, Rob. I'd say you were on top of your game for this one, but that implies nowhere to go but down, so I'll just call it excellent and hope it gets even better.

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  20. Yeah, that post really rocked. Thats exactly how I want someone to take advantage of me - without me having to spell it out... NICE!

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