Bi-Sexual Male / 41
Force Fed And Loving It
This is a confession about something that happened to me many years ago and I just recently recalled it and have been very excited to think about it again.
This took place in Southeast Asia where my employers have large manufacturing facilities which I used to visit on an annual or semi annual basis.
This particular evening I had finished work for the day and was having a few G and Ts when a younger local fellow perhaps in his 30s sat next to me at the bar. I don't even recall what we said to each other or how we began conversing but next thing I knew we were heading outside for a little fresh air in that hot and humid climate. My new friend asked me, well actually he told me and didn't ask. He told me we were going to have some fun at his flat. That he had something there which he was certain I would really like.
We got up to his place and he told me to strip and kneel.
He removed his clothing except for his sweat soaked briefs which were struggling to contain a rock hard maybe 5 inches of throbbing brown cock. There was a big wet spot too.
So he had me crawl over to him and he pulled my face into his crotch and said "Smell your Masters powerful sex." or something like that.
All I knew was that as a formerly straight arrow fellow, I suddenly had this powerful urge to obey this man. I pushed my face into his briefs and inhaled his sweaty, musky scent and remembered seeing it called man stink in some gay magazines I'd found once when I was a teenager.
Anyway I was intoxicated and my dick was throbbing as I wanted to have this fellow's seed.
He slowly stripped off his briefs and threw me a pillow and told me to lie down. Then he stood over my face and squatted down facing my feet.
I was fully dressed but he allowed me to open my flies and take my stiffy out to rub it.
He squatted lower and began tea bagging me and making me worship his musky balls. I was so excited I tried to get his big hairy low hangers in my mouth and sucked first one then the other listening to him moan and tell me to suck his balls.
He was slowly stroking his dick and making it drool silvery strings of precum making my mouth water for it. He shifted back slightly and laughed and said to lick his arse and clean it up good cause dirty faggot bitches love to taste his fudge.
The combination of the heat, the drinks and the sexual tension had me ready to cum myself as I shoved my tongue deep in his brown hole. He groaned encouragement and told me how good my tongue feels in his arse and what a nasty pig bitch I was.
I could feel his anus dilating as he pushed out and opened himself to my ravenous tongue. He wasn't clean but the sweat and musk and natural arse scent was making me shoot off quicker than I would've liked.
My new Master pulled away from my tongue long enough to spin round and shove his spurting dick into my mouth and feed me most of his hot load.
I was incredibly ashamed of what I'd done and slinked out of the place and home.
I did have a good number of wanks around this incident before putting it out of my mind as time went on and the years went by.
Just the other night something reminded me, I think some travel program I saw on the TV. Anyway it made me crave a hot nasty demanding dominate exotic fellow to face sit me again.
This took place in Southeast Asia where my employers have large manufacturing facilities which I used to visit on an annual or semi annual basis.
This particular evening I had finished work for the day and was having a few G and Ts when a younger local fellow perhaps in his 30s sat next to me at the bar. I don't even recall what we said to each other or how we began conversing but next thing I knew we were heading outside for a little fresh air in that hot and humid climate. My new friend asked me, well actually he told me and didn't ask. He told me we were going to have some fun at his flat. That he had something there which he was certain I would really like.
We got up to his place and he told me to strip and kneel.
He removed his clothing except for his sweat soaked briefs which were struggling to contain a rock hard maybe 5 inches of throbbing brown cock. There was a big wet spot too.
So he had me crawl over to him and he pulled my face into his crotch and said "Smell your Masters powerful sex." or something like that.
All I knew was that as a formerly straight arrow fellow, I suddenly had this powerful urge to obey this man. I pushed my face into his briefs and inhaled his sweaty, musky scent and remembered seeing it called man stink in some gay magazines I'd found once when I was a teenager.
Anyway I was intoxicated and my dick was throbbing as I wanted to have this fellow's seed.
He slowly stripped off his briefs and threw me a pillow and told me to lie down. Then he stood over my face and squatted down facing my feet.
I was fully dressed but he allowed me to open my flies and take my stiffy out to rub it.
He squatted lower and began tea bagging me and making me worship his musky balls. I was so excited I tried to get his big hairy low hangers in my mouth and sucked first one then the other listening to him moan and tell me to suck his balls.
He was slowly stroking his dick and making it drool silvery strings of precum making my mouth water for it. He shifted back slightly and laughed and said to lick his arse and clean it up good cause dirty faggot bitches love to taste his fudge.
The combination of the heat, the drinks and the sexual tension had me ready to cum myself as I shoved my tongue deep in his brown hole. He groaned encouragement and told me how good my tongue feels in his arse and what a nasty pig bitch I was.
I could feel his anus dilating as he pushed out and opened himself to my ravenous tongue. He wasn't clean but the sweat and musk and natural arse scent was making me shoot off quicker than I would've liked.
My new Master pulled away from my tongue long enough to spin round and shove his spurting dick into my mouth and feed me most of his hot load.
I was incredibly ashamed of what I'd done and slinked out of the place and home.
I did have a good number of wanks around this incident before putting it out of my mind as time went on and the years went by.
Just the other night something reminded me, I think some travel program I saw on the TV. Anyway it made me crave a hot nasty demanding dominate exotic fellow to face sit me again.
