This Is Why You [MM]eet Publicly First

Finally decided to write about something that happened to me many years ago.

CW: Rape-play and homophobic degradation.

I [27M at the time] had just gotten out of a nearly decade long relationship with my first boyfriend. It was an ugly break up and I was in a bad way.

My ex was never as adventurous sexually as I wanted to be so I took the chance to really indulge my inner slut. This was aided by CraigsList personals (RIP) and the preponderance of slutty guys on there.

After some time swapping head with a few guys I found a post from a cross-dresser we’ll call Chris looking for a guy for rough sex. His post said his wife had left him because he was bi and that he wanted a “Real Man” to treat him like a whore; literally his only limit was not to damage his wig.

This had me rock hard and I emailed him immediately. We swapped pics and it got me even more riled up. He was actually really cute in his wig and makeup and had a slim, twinkish figure with a perfect bubble butt.

So with all the blood in my loins and my emotions still in turmoil after the breakup I let it slide when he told me he wanted to go straight to his house because instead of meeting in public first because he wanted to be dressed and made up for me. That really should have sent up a red flag but I was young, dumb and horny.

I popped a Little Blue Pill and drove up to the given address, a big three story house in a wealthy, WASPish neighborhood with Christmas lights and a lit up tree in the main window. I got out into the December air and walk up the freshly shoveled walk and knocked on the door, still a little nervous since I’d never been as rough as Chris said he wanted me to be.

Chris opened the door and was standing there in slinky lingerie with sluty makeup on and a red wig so bright even my color blind ass could see it.

“Hey there-” he started and I wrapped my hand around his slim, smooth throat and pushed my way in. We had agreed on this ahead of time and he went limp and just moaned as I forced him to his knees and shut the door behind me.

My cock was pressing hard against my trousers as this point and I could see the hunger in his eyes as I started undoing my belt.

“Beg,” I growled, my brain swimming in a sea of lust.
“Beg you worthless little whore.”

And gods did he beg, his soft little voice dripping with need as I pulled my cock out.

I’m 6’2′ 250, a bit chunky but muscular, and I towered over this little twink with a cock length around 7 inches, cut and average thickness but with a strong upward curve and I could see him lite up as I gripped the shaft and held the head of my cock just out of reach of his mouth and outstretched tongue.

I slapped the head of my cock on his tongue to draw out more pathetic whimpers before squeezing his throat again and drawing his gaze up to mine.

“I’m going to r**e your throat, faggot. I’m not stopping until you tap out or swallow my load.”
Chris nods and smiles as I shove my head into his waiting mouth.

It probably should’ve tipped me off that I could get him most of the way down my shaft before he started struggling with the curve but I was lost in the moment and the moaning/gagging noises Chris was making pushed any other thoughts out of my mind.

After a few minutes I pulled out my phone and started taking pictures of him as drool started running down down his chin, his tiny cock poking out of his thong.

“I own you, faggot,” I laughed, pulling him off my cock and spitting in his face. “Say it.”
“You own me,” he moaned, catching his breath.

Gripping his throat I pulled him over to the couch and tossed him onto his back with his head hanging off the couch.

Without missing a beat I straddled his head and grabbed both his ears and shoved my cock into his mouth and slid it all the way to the base and began fucking his throat with vigor.

Chris’ throat relaxed after a while and I kept fucking it and after a few more minutes I felt my orgasm coming at the same time I saw precum oozing from his cockhead onto his trim belly.
“Your wife knew what a worthless faggot,” I laughed, pinning his head all the way down until my balls are pressed against his face as I cum hard into his throat.

“That makes it official,” I chuckled as I pulled out and he coughed a bit of my cum over his face.

I fell onto the big leather couch like I owned it and pulled him onto my lap to take a selfie with us, him panting and covered in cum and me with a shit eating grin on my face.

I show him the picture and start wiping the cum off his face and shoving my sticky fingers in his mouth.
“Now you’re a real gurl. What does a good girl say?”
“Thank you,” he mumbles around my fingers, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes and ruined make-up.
“Thank you Daddy.”

I’d never been into the whole Daddy thing but the need in his voice triggered something and I actually let out a hungry moan at that.

Once he’s cleaned off my fingers I started stroking my semi hard cock and pushed him back onto the floor. I slid down the couch so my ass is off the couch and I grabed the back of his head, pulling him towards me as I kicked off my pants.

“Eat up, bitch. Show me what a good little faggot you are.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before his tongue snaked between my cheeks and started probing my hole.

My ex was never into analingus so this was new to me and as his tongue pressed into my hole I felt my the blood pumping into my cock again. Chris was a fucking god with his tongue like he was born to do it, which of course I told him. Between his magic tongue and the Blue Pill I was ready to go in a few more minutes.
Once I was hard again I got up and pulled him with me to toss him over the arm of the couch and grabbed the bottle of lube out of my jacket.

I spread his cheeks and laughed at his beautiful, shaved, pink hold before I start lubing him up and worked a few fingers into him.

“They’re all gonna see you get r***d, little girl,” I laugh, holding him down with one hand on his back as I press the head of my cock against his hole.
“Please,” he whimpers. “Hurt me, Daddy.”

With another laugh I leaned down and whispered the safeword in his ear as I started working my cock into his tight ass. In three long strokes I was balls deep and Chris was squealing like a virgin on prom night.
I slid my hand up his back and gripped him by the neck as I began thrusting with everything I had until the wig fell off his head. I swear I was fucking that twink ass like it was the last sex I’d ever have.

And that’s when his wife walked in. Hands full of shopping bags stuffed with Christmas presents and going on about how Shirley got sick from bad sushi and she tried to text him before she looked up and saw me railing her husband in their living room.

The bags fell out of her hands this little blonde lady, just shorter than Chris was screamed and pulled a self defense knife out of her purse.

Apparently the r-play was pretty believable because she’s screaming at me to get off her husband before she calls the cops.

Between the screaming woman, the knife and the freezing December air from the still open door my cock went soft almost instantly and thank god for that cause Chris snapped up and pushed me away moving so fast he may have snapped my cock if it was still hard.

It took his wife, never got her name, a few moments to realize that he was in her lingerie and her make-up and she turned her attention to him.
I slipped over to my clothes and stepped into my boxers. Chris’ wife droped the knife and I tookthat as my signal and grabbed my pants and shoes and bolted out of the house and into my car. In my underwear and socks. In the snow.

I peeled out of there as fast as I could, my heart thundering in my chest and scared out of my mind.
I got home and pulled into my driveway, snuck in to not wake up my roomates and collapsed into my bed, certain I’ll be hearing from the cops the next day.

But I didn’t. I never did. Thank god for buttoned up WASP neighborhoods I guess.

I did hear from Chris a week later when he emailed me to say that his wife really did leave him and to ask if I wanted to meet in the hotel he was staying at now.

I blocked him and deleted all our conversations.

TL;DR – Hookup lied about his wife leaving him, I nearly got stabbed and his lie turned into a self fulfilling prophecy.
Always meet your hookups in public before going anywhere with them.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dlsuvv/this_is_why_you_mmeet_publicly_first