In the e-mail, he tells me he wants me to wear a jockstrap tonight. He will come in and my ass is to be propped up in the air. I decided to do as he says, but not in the bed. I'll be waiting for him on the sofa in the living room, so that when he lets himself in I'm right there.
He has come here before. Every couple of weeks, when our schedules coincide, he drives an hour from the opposite end of Tampa Bay to my place. Tonight, I ask him to text when he's five minutes away so that I am sure to be ready for him.
I hear the door open behind me. "Oh... oh.. ohhh..." I can hear him smiling. He is pleased. I decide not to turn around to see him, or even say Hello. I've greeted him with my ready ass. I will give all control to him. This is the last decision I make tonight.
He touches my asscheeks, gently tracing around, tapping the hole with his fingers to make it twitch and pucker. A tongue, a warm lick, a bite on the cheek. He undresses while doing this and I never feel unattended.
"Open it up for me," he instructs softly. "Give me something to play with."
There is no real traditional foreplay. No sloppy kissing or tentative stroking. He establishes ownership of my ass within minutes. Tongue, fingers, toys. Warm lube spiraled and dripped into the pucker. He does as he pleases. I am an object for him to play with.
Then it happens. He sinks it in, oh so slowly. God, it's wonderful. I still haven't looked at him, and his thick cock is sliding in, deep, deep. He slides it in and out. Jesus, he's so deep.
He now presses his body to my back. His muscled pecs are warm and drenched with sweat already. His arm reaches around in front of my face and I clutch it, the first I've been allowed to touch him. I lick his forearm, kiss the bicep, rub my face against it. I reach around behind me and clutch his perfect bubble ass to encourage his thrusting.
He takes me to the bed and fucks harder and more mercilessly. It's fantastic: With all my others, I'm in control, I'm the top even when I'm bottoming. But with him, I let go. I'm his puppet, and I bend and stretch, clench and push as he instructs.
He's wrapped himself around my body and is gripping me, restrained into a fetal position facing him, pounding my ass like he's trying to break me, our eyes are open and locked on each others'. I'm having wave after wave of prostate orgasms and I can't imagine it ever ending.
He cums deep inside me and I clench his cock with my hole as he spasms and grunts, sweat pouring off both of us. Two hours has passed in the real world, but we've long since left it.
When we both catch our breath, we spoon on the soaked sheets. "That was ridiculously intense," he says through gasps for breath. We don't bother to clean up; we've enjoyed every drop of fluid we've both lost so far, why be so quick to wash it away?
We spoon and doze for a while before he leaves and talk about God, while cum drips out of my ass, onto his thigh...