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J-pup, Chapter Two
The evening would not come soon enough.
For several reasons, meeting J-pup from the gay dating app had me almost hard the entire afternoon in anticipation of what was to transpire.
And because of the anticipation and my heightened level of sexual energy, in order to bring it down a notch, going for a run seemed to be the best solution.
That didn't work so well.
It seemed like every cute young men that fit the physical description of J-pup were either on the bike path running shirtless or were in the park shooting baskets or playing soccer shirtless as well.
Totally drenched in sweat and a slightly calmer, the cool air inside the house helped to dry some of the sweat. Just before going in to the shower, my phone buzzed with a notification from the app.
It was from J-pup. Damn, he's going to cancel, was the first thought that entered my mind.
Thankfully, no, he did not.
He was concerned about the parameters for our hook up, and wanted them to be better defined, thus eliminating need for verbal commands and conversations. It seemed to be a legitimate concern. Neither of us wanted to be out at work. There was too much at stake. It made perfect sense to me.
In an effort to make him feel more at ease, we came to an agreement of what would happen after he gave me a better description of what he wanted and would be wearing. My instructions were simple.
Be clean and give me access to easily get what we both want. He will follow my command, which will be given by hand signals if it's not understood. We both knew our sexual likes from our profiles -- me a top that loved getting oral; he loved giving and getting head but loved being a bottom for guys who were big like me.
As for anything heavy, that would come later. I have a dedicated play room in the basement that is full of toys ranging from light to heavy bondage. Usually after a nice long session, my subs from the past were begging me to let them have an orgasm. Sometimes that would only be allowed until my second or third orgasm.
He agreed to the instructions and signed off with a smiley face emoji and a nervous sweating emoji.
During my shower, my cock was hard the entire time. It had been probably twenty years since my last jerk off session in the shower as learning the method of resisting the urge and focusing instead on deep breathing exercises and for lack of better words a cold shower usually squelched the desire.
Turning the hot water off and instead allowing the cold water to temper my erection helped not only to ward off the urge but also to invigorate my senses and help me to relax a bit, oddly enough.
Time to get dressed. Standing in front of the mirror, it made sense to put on my black leather harness, which helped to accentuate my strong muscular upper chest. No underwear, only my black leather shorts, black socks and black leather boots that came up eight inches high on my feet.
The leather shorts were doing their best to temper the perpetual erection that didn't want to go away. Nearly touching my left hip bone and still dripping, the head of my cock was oozing a steady stream of precum that felt cool on my left upper thigh.
It had been awhile since my black and neon green mask had been worn. It brought back memories of the hundreds of times before that it'd been worn in so many sexual situations, both as a dom and a sub. My cock seemed to get harder as my reflection in the mirror further recalled the memories of pure sexual bliss from the past.
"Showtime." was my last word spoken, as the clock in my room read five minutes to eight.
Eight pm. Standing in the shadows of the enclosed porch, the anticipation of meeting J-pup was raging as much as my erection.
Sure enough, a minute later the silhouette of a hooded person walking on the sidewalk from the left emerged from the shadow of the huge maple tree along the street in the faint orange light from the streetlight above. Without breaking stride, he turned to walk up my narrow twenty foot long brick sidewalk.
As he approached the screen door to my porch, the dim yellow light next to the door cast enough light for his mask to come in to view.
Opening the door for him, my hand motioned for him to enter.
My erection could not get any harder in my leather shorts.
He entered the porch, and as we walked into my living room, he glanced around, surveying the clean, orderly arrangement in the low candle lit light. Holding my hands out as if to ask if he accepted, he nodded in agreement.
Motioning for him to come to me, I snapped my fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor for him to stand.
Sizing him up, I stood at least seven or eight inches above him, meaning he was likely as described, no taller than 5' 7". Perfect.
I motioned for him to remove his black oversized hoodie, which he did, revealing a black and neon blue neoprene suit that matched the color of his mask. Next, he was instructed to turn around to give me a view of his backside. An impressive perfect ass filled out the suit, not too big, but certainly not small either. Damn. Could my cock get any harder?
He turned back around on my hand command and now faced me, no more than two feet away. Taking his hand, I placed it on my chest and nodded. He cocked his head to the side as he moved his other hand up tentatively. Nodding in approval, he now began touching and caressing my strong chest, playing with my taut nipples, making me moan. His breathing was reaching almost a pant now, as he too was moaning as he was clearly turned on by my well defined muscles.
When he boldly ran his hand down to my leather shorts, I stopped him and motioned for him to get on his knees and instead run his fingers all over my legs.
He did as commanded, even taking the time to touch my leather boots. He made a motion to sniff them. Next, he boldly sniffed my legs, and when he daringly licked my calf, he looked up at me for approval. Nodding my head encouraged him to continue.
By the time he'd kissed and licked both legs in several spots working up to my shorts, he stopped and once again I nodded my head in approval. He continued.
He began licking and kissing the front of my leather shorts, from the right leg to the hip, then the waist and then he worked to the center trying to find my cock. Before he found it, I pulled him up and led him to my room.
Two candles in the room provided just enough light to see him as he was allowed to resume licking me. When his mouth followed the root of my thick throbbing erection to my swollen thick head, he groaned noticeably, realizing the magnitude of its size.
Clearly, J-pup was turned on by my size, as his breathing increased while he continued to lick and kiss my bulge from the outside of the leather shorts.
His kissing and worshipping had me turned on. Snapping my fingers, he looked up at me immediately on command.
I gave him the hand signal to unzip my shorts.
With shaking hands, he fumbled with the zipper, but finally found the pull and slowly lowered the zipper just far enough to expose the my dark thick pubes, the thick root of my cock, and my hair covered sack. Groaning again, he started to whimper and almost whine softly, in essence begging me for what he wanted.
He understood quite well the level of respect to respond only to command, one step at a time.
Backing up to my bed, and motioning for him to follow, he was still on his knees. Crawling to me, his next command was one he willingly fulfilled.
I commanded him to give me his hands.
Holding them I felt the softness of his smallish hands and placed them on my hips and on the waistband of my shorts, motioning for him to pull them down slowly.
He did as commanded, and when he freed my captive monster cock, he let out a huge gasp/sigh/groan at the size of what was now pointing straight out, the last three inches curved upward.
Grunting as if to ask if he liked, he groaned in approval. I nodded my head and instructed him to continue.
As he sniffed around it, I could tell he was shaking a little, but then he buried his face into my groin, the snout of his mask in my pubes while his tongue and willing mouth began to worship my swollen balls that were ready to explode.
His tongue felt so fucking good, and I knew my cock was leaking profusely.
So when he licked up the length of my shaft and finally took my cock in his mouth, I knew it wouldn't take long.
At first he was only taking the first two or three inches in his mouth. That would not be good enough. I grabbed the back of his head, forcing my cock further and further down his throat. He was now making choking and gagging sounds, streams of spit and saliva dripping out onto the same rug where Eli had the same experience.
The need to cum was imminent. The desire to fuck his perfect ass was immense. Doing both would definitely my goal. Due to being in excellent condition and the fact that days it'd been since my time with Eli, Firing off two loads with very little recovery time even at my age was not going to be a problem.
Since J-pup was having trouble taking me down all the way, it was time to move to a better position. I snapped my fingers and motioned for him to stay as I got up and laid on my back on my bed. I then motioned for him to hover over me, his ass by my face, his knees and legs alongside my arms.
I then motioned for him to resume sucking me, which he did.
In this position, he was able to take me deeper in his mouth, since the natural curve of my cock was now better positioned to go further down his throat.
Finally with some encouraging from me pushing his head down, he got past his gag reflex and the massive head of my cock entered his throat.
It was now time to taste him.
No, not sucking his cock.
I wanted to taste that perfect ass.
Since his one piece suit had access in the front and back, I unzipped it in the back to give me access to his hole. His skin was damp, his hole smelled faintly of the deodorant soap he used, something earthy yet musky and inviting that mixed with his natural scent.
I began to lick around his hairless hole, which caused him to groan, which caused my cock to get bigger and closer as I felt the makings of a massive orgasm begin from deep inside. My breathing got deeper and slower now, trying to stem the tide of what was clearly on the horizon.
J-pup was now able to get my entire nine inches in his mouth, although I sensed he wanted me to fuck him as he pulled off and looked back at me, moaning, his mouth drooling all over my abs and chest.
My hands guided him back to my cock and as he wanted to pull off again, I forced him back on it.
He took the cue and now went back to deep throating me as I went back to licking and sucking his perfect, tasty hole.
Finally, no breathing could contain the runaway train that was barreling down the tracks.
What started from miles out in the ocean gained strength and finally reached shore as one of the most massive waves of an orgasm that I'd had in a long time. J-pup sensed this, pulling up one last time to take a deep breath as I literally had my tongue buried as far in his ass as it would go.
Just as the first wave crashed, I held his head down as far as it would go, as he took shot after shot of my huge load directly down his throat. I was bucking my hips and mashing them into his face as my strong hands held him down for what seemed like minutes.
When he finally pushed back I knew he needed to breathe, so I let him come up far enough for air without him pulling completely off my cock that was still pumping rope after rope into his mouth.
Finally when the twitching and pulsing and cumming stopped, I released his head allowed him to catch his breath for a moment.
He had swallowed most of my load, although some of it ran off his mouth and pooled on my abs with his drool and saliva.
His ass was soaked with my saliva and his quivering hole was now ready to take my still hard cock.
I rolled him off me and onto his back and then motioned for him to assume the doggy position.
As I stood up behind him, the mixture of cum and drool on my abs now make all the lube I needed to enter him.
My pubes were soaked, my sack was wet, my cock was still hard as a rock and eager as fuck to get in his perfect ass.
He was ready for it; his ass was now up, his back arched downward, eager to receive what he desired.
Slowly I teased his waiting hole with my swollen, leaking cock head, making him groan.
Once again, he began to quietly whine, begging for it.
I groaned, encouraging more begging.
He whined more. Now I slapped his ass, hard, surprising him.
More groaning, more encouraging, which led to more whining.
I slapped him harder on both cheeks.
Finally when his whine almost reached a crying sound, I buried my cock in him all at once, just like I did to Eli.
He yelped loudly at first, but then as my perfect natural curve and swollen head hit his boy spot, he groaned like a dog who had just gotten his ear massaged, making his leg twitch. In a pure animalistic lust, I fucked him good and hard.
He was whimpering, moaning, groaning and sometimes yelping a bit as I rode him hard.
Our safe sound we both agreed upon during our app conversation was he would growl twice in a row if he'd reached a point where either he'd had enough or the pain was too much. Only one time did he growl once, not twice. So I continued to fuck him hard, slapping his ass.
Since the suit did not allow him to expose his cock, only his hole, I did not know or at least care this time if he'd come. It was all about me this time.
I fucked him hard in the doggy position for about ten minutes, slapping his ass, which was probably red by now.
Then I rolled him on his back, pulling his ass to the edge of the bed. But before I resumed fucking him, I reached on to the headboard and grabbed a nylon rope, took his hands and tied them gently together, stretching his arms over his head onto the bed, tying the rope to the opposite side of my king sized bed frame.
He did not growl or resist.
Since he was getting dry, once again I buried my face in his now loose hole. The mixture of my saliva with our natural juices turned me on and my tongue motions inside him caused him to moan and whine again. When he was nice and wet again, I buried my cock inside him and resumed fucking him hard again.
Looking down, it looked so fucking great to see my thick cock moving in and out of his ass. A glance to his little bulge looked like a short cock was pointed upward and more than likely hard.
His deep moaning and wiggling around on the bed told me that he was loving every minute of my cock torturing his hole. With an upward fucking motion, I was going in balls deep on each stroke, pulling almost all the way out before ramming it in. Clearly my cock head was touching all the right places.
Based on the noises he made and the way his body met mine, it was obvious that he came at least once, maybe twice in his suit just from my fucking motions.
Finally after about thirty minutes of being in this position, I felt the wave nearing shore again.
Just as powerful as the first, I flooded his ass with my massive load balls deep inside his abused hole.
He squirmed and whimpered as my cock spasmed and jerked inside him, feeling every stream of cum I shot, flooding his bowels.
When my orgasm finally subsided, I pulled out and resisted the urge to shove my semi-erect rod down his throat, but my sexual energy was now spent, as was his. I looked down at his hole to see evidence of my load now oozing out onto my bed; his legs still bent up to his chest. I couldn't resist, so I knelt down and tasted my own seed, greedily lapping it up making him quiver and squirm around. Instead of swallowing my own load, I spit it back on his perineum, letting it drip back down into his now tortured hole.
I walked around and untied his hands. He laid on the bed for a moment and seemed like he wanted to break our rules of no verbal communication, but then realized that would not have been acceptable, as I motioned for him to get up and get out of my room.
It did seem a little abrasive on my part, but it was agreed upon in advance that this was purely sexual, non-verbal or anything commitment wise just yet, so in the odd sense of the moment, we stuck to the agreed upon terms.
I tossed him a towel and motioned to the bathroom.
He was in the bathroom for several minutes, which I figured he was cleaning himself out a bit before leaving. I didn't mind -- I'd have done the same thing. I was in the dining room waiting for him to come out.
Several minutes more, he finally came out. He grabbed his sweatshirt and after looking at me standing there with my shorts back on, he looked as if he wanted something more. But instead he walked over to me, knelt down in front of me and offered his hand. I took it and we shook hands while no words were spoken.
He got up and walked to the door, looking back as if to ask if it was okay to leave. I went over, opened the door, and let him walk away into the night. As he walked away, he looked to be in obvious discomfort.
I took another shower. This time it was warmer and I felt very much relaxed and ready to get some much needed rest and sleep.
Before I crawled into my now freshly changed sheets of my bed I heard my phone buzz.
A notification from the app.
I opened the app to notice a message from J-pup 23. I figured it would probably be a thanks but no thanks again. But to my surprise:
< Damn!
I didn't say anything back. He wrote again.
< that was incredible. I came twice hf in my suit. It shot all the way up to my nipples.
I wrote back. < what's hf?
< sorry sir, hands free.
Just as I thought. I made him cum without touching himself. Twice. I wrote back again: < so you're good coming back again? Glad I made you feel good. You made me feel great.
< Sir. I can't wait until next time. Thank you Sir.
My spent cock started to stir in my CK ultra-thin boxer briefs, again. My response: < time to turn it up a notch? Go further than just tied up hands? Immediate response this time:
< Yes Sir, please Master?
This was going to be the start of something great.