[MM] What I let him do to me….

I sometimes post stuff about my exploits with girls under another name. I thought some of you might want to hear about some guy stuff I did in the early 90’s.

I had been with a guy before, once. Hell, I moved to that city because I wanted to try it. The thing was that guy was really hot, and kind of a jerk, and I basically did not enjoy it because the dynamic was weird, as it was all about him. Maybe I’ll tell that one someday.

This time it was way better…..

I was a hot guy, and I knew it. Basically straight. Got a lot of girls, worked in rock and roll, and knew a lot of rock stars. I dressed like a rock star, and had a good body. Loved those wild San Francisco rocker chicks of the late 80’s-early 90’s.

I always liked it when guys gave me attention. I worked at a lot of large scale dance events. Big raves, where a lot of people took ecstasy and other drugs. I met him at one of those.

He was older than me, maybe 40. Was a yuppie by day who liked to take x and dance all night. He saw me a few times at this weekly thing and made occasional small talk. Complained about how much the water cost, complemented the sound system. Came up and asked me questions about her, after he watched me walk a famous female singer to her car, one night.

The next time he saw me, he told me I was hot. I think he was drunk that night. I loved it, but brushed him off. Went home with a girl who worked for me that night.

Another week goes by, and there he is.He asked me if we could talk. He followed me into a private part of the venue that I used to perch in to watch the party. It was a bit quieter up there.

What I liked about this was, that he was nervous. I knew he wanted me, and I liked it. I think I felt the way hot girls feel when they are being chased by a guy. I liked it, it was flattering. I expected him to come on to me pretty heavily. I knew I would turn him down. I was not going to let anyone know I was interested.

I think he knew that, too.

He told me that he knew I was straight, but that no one is really straight. He said, I should go out with him on a date on one of my off nights! I acted coy, and said, no. Went home with a hot female customer. Another week went by.

As I was coming up a flight of stairs, I saw him stumbling down them, drunk again. He fell right into me, I had to hold him up. He took that opportunity to grab my ass and squeeze it. I laughed, he laughed, we walked away. Later that night, I handed him a piece of paper with my home phone number on it, and told him to call me at 5 the next day.(no cell phones in those days.)

He called exactly at 5. I laughed. We talked on the phone for a while, and he asked me again. I told him this may not go anywhere, but I would let him buy me dinner the next night.

He was not ultra hot, kind of ordinary, but smart, and apparently a well respected corporate lawyer. He took me to an expensive steakhouse. We ate, talked, had a few drinks. He told me about his apartment in Pacific Heights. Explained how good his view was. We went to another quiet bar and had a few more drinks. He paid for all. He was looking at me like I was a piece of candy. I loved it. I loved the power I felt, and wanted to use it. He asked me if I wanted to go to his place for another drink. I said, yes.

In the cab, he put his hand on my leg. I moved it off and told him this would just be a drink.

We got to his place. It was huge, filled with fine antiques and real art. Was a penthouse with a giant private terrace. The views were ridiculous.

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We had a couple more drinks. I went out on the terrace to take it all in. It was gorgeous. I felt gorgeous. It was really private, even though you could see everything!

He asked me; What do you do to keep you ass so perfect? I told him; nothing, that is just how it is. He put his hand on my ass. I loved it, he caressed it and squeezed it, and ran his hands over my tight jeans. I stepped away. I was loving this.

He asked if he could kiss me. I said ok. He was a really strong kisser. I had never kissed a guy. It was good, and it went on for a minute or two. He pushed his tongue in my mouth, and I let him. Then I stepped away again, and told him I was straight. He toned it down for a while. We went inside, sat on a huge couch, and he made his case. He told me no one would ever find out. He told me that he was obsessed with my body, and just wanted to worship me. I did not have to do anything for him. He would give me the best head of my life, and he would take care of himself. He put his hand on my thigh. I stared at it. I looked at him, right in the eyes, and said, go slow.

He kissed me deeply. I was wearing a threadbare kind of designer t shirt that showed off my chest. He ran his hands over my chest, and when he touched my nipple through the thin fabric, I let out a little noise. He smiled and asked if I liked that. I told him yes. He begged me to take off my shirt. We made out on the couch for a half hour, with him kissing me, and kissing my nipples and running his hands all over my body. I had a huge hard on, and he had put his hand on the outside of my jeans several times to feel it. He got down on the floor and reached for the button of my levi’s. I said wait, and took off my boots. He undid my belt and slowly pulled off my pants and underwear.

He was still fully clothed. I was completely naked. He was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. I loved it. I walked back out onto the terrace.

He followed quickly and came from behind. He kissed my neck and reached his hands up to play with my nipples. He ran his hands over my ass, and then around to my rock hard cock. I don’t mind telling you that my cock is big, and well formed. It is my best attribute, and I have been riding the coat tails of it’s reputation my entire adult life.

He fondled it, he squeezed it, he fondled my balls. He stroked it very gently, then harder, then gentler again. He was very skilled at this. He led me back inside and I sat back on that couch. Huge with real brown leather. Probably cost a fortune. I laid back, he came over me and kissed me more. I was hungry for it now. He kissed his way down my neck to my nipples which he worked on for several minutes. Then he went lower, eventually putting his lips over the tip of my, now dripping, cock. He licked and sucked the head for a minute, savoring my pre cum like it was a fine wine. The he plunged my entire cock right down his throat without pause. My cock is long. It was in his throat. He bobbed up and down for several minutes, while I tried not to come by thinking of naked nuns with poor grooming habits. He cupped my balls with one hand. He played with my nipple with the other. All while working my cock with his mouth. It was pretty god damn good. After a few minutes, I told him I was going to come. He accelerated, and used a hand to grip the base of my cock. I had a huge orgasm. He sucked me hard as I came, and sucked down every last drop. He kept me in his mouth for a minute or two after I was done and squeezed my balls ever so gently. It was really great. Then he got up.

I lay on the couch,in my post orgasm sleepiness. Not asleep, but not motivated to move. He walked over to the matching giant arm chair and sat down. Only then did he undo his belt, pull out his cock, and flog it like a mad man, while staring at my naked body and my now flaccid cock.

After he was done. I told him I had to wake up at home, and left. He asked me if he could see me again. I told him; I’m not sure, I’ll have to think about it.

I did see him again, and if you guys liked this one. I’ll post that here.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a6qx3h/mm_what_i_let_him_do_to_me