Prince Ali's Rocket

He grabbed me by my hair and shoved my head to his chest, my mouth landing and latching to his right nipple while my left hand pinched his left one. He was most sensitive here. His nipples were like switches that needed to get flicked for his cock to get hard.

Alfonso reminded of Aladdin. He had black, thick hair, neatly cut short. He had round, dark eyes. They’re kind eyes. His smile was radiant. His teeth were straight and perfect (like his cock—which I’ll get to in more detail shortly). There were dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. His lips were soft and his kisses were gentle. He kissed me like he might kiss a lover, not a random, horny stranger he snuck to his room when everyone at his house was already sleeping.

My right hand explored his body. His skin was sun-kissed, caramel, delicious, smooth. The shape and form of his chest and torso reveal that they used to be chiseled at the gym. If he hadn’t been this tall and handsome and charismatic, I would’ve been disappointed when he took his shirt off. Where were the pecs and abs of the guy on his Grindr profile picture? But I’d be a fool to back out. Besides, pecs and abs don’t always make a man sexy. My hand caressed his torso. There was stubble.

“You shaved?” I paused from sucking on his nipple.

“Yeah,” his voice was deep.

“Don’t until we meet again. I like you hairy,”

“Ok.”

My fingers weaved through his thick pubic hair until they felt the base of his cock. I wrapped my hand around it. Urgently. His cock got harder and harder, thicker and thicker, longer and longer, the more I sucked on his nipple—and the size queen in me imagined sucking his nipples until his cock was the size of Rocco Steele’s massive cock. True to his claim, he was hung—a good 7 inches, more or less, probably more since it exceeded my own 5.5 a lot more.

His cock was shaped like a rocket. The head was a bit smaller than its shaft. But the shaft was hefty, straight, delicious, and hard. I gripped it and my hand’s fingers barely touched. I salivated imagining wrapping my lips around that thick cock, feeling it ram itself inside my mouth, stretching my mouth, and forcing itself down my throat.

I like it rough, I told him. I’m not always a bottom, but I would bottom for a man whose cock is bigger than mine, I told him. I love thick, hard cocks, I told him on Grindr about an hour or so ago.

“Then we’ll get along splendidly,” he replied.

“Cool.”

“But I need you to act like a bottom.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need you submissive and subservient.”

“That can be arranged.”

I stuck out my tongue and started licking his cock, from base to tip again and again like a manic kid would a popsicle, making sure it was wet and slippery and thinking about how—and if I could get all that cock down my throat! I needed to have it in its entirety in my mouth, I told myself.

I started licking the head. He moaned a little louder as I enveloped his head with my mouth and my tongue explored his slit. Slowly I lowered myself and slowly, more and more of his cock entered my mouth. It was pulsating and hot, and it filled my mouth with its thickness. This is why I love girthy cocks. I love feeling my mouth stretched and filled.

I focused my energy on sucking that cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I looked up at him, he had his hands behind his back. His thick armpit hair exposed. His dark eyes looking at mine. This drove me crazy and it only made me suck deeper and longer.

He took his cock out of my mouth and started slapping me with it. Feeling like a pornstar bottom, I kept my eyes closed, my mouth open, and my tongue out. I sucked it again when he put it inside. I slurped it when he placed it on my tongue.

Suddenly, he got up and stood at the edge of the bed. I knew where my head needed to be, hanging at the bed’s edge, mouth open and ready to receive him. I got into position. Ready. Our minds were in sync. He put his cock in my mouth, slowly and steadily I felt it going inside my throat. I was drugged by its girth, how it forced my mouth to open wider, how it forced me to breathe through my nostrils and inhale the manly scent of his bush, how it stretched my throat and triggered my gag reflex. He pulled back when I coughed but inched closer when I stopped. He was a gentle savage and I loved it.

Soon, my throat adjusted to his thickness and allowed him entry. He deep fucked my throat mercilessly. My eyes were closed. I was his willing bottom. I could hear him moaning. He was in as much ecstasy as I.

He stopped all of a sudden and flipped me on the bed. Faced down, he lifted my hips and my knees buckled up to support myself. He started eating my ass, licking my hole. It was my turn to moan. In-between licks, he slapped my ass. I felt the heat coming from my ass cheeks and I loved it. I started fucking my hole with a lone finger. Then two. Then three. He was away for a while, saw him get the rubber from the bedside table, heard him open the packet, and felt his cockhead knocking on my hole.

It entered me slowly at first. The head got through my sphincter but as it moved in deeper, my hole resisted, adjusting to the rocket shape of his thick cock. I breathed deeply as I felt him inching himself deeper and deeper inside me. My ass opened up and allowed him in. I loved feeling my body stretch to let him. Finally, he was inside me fully and I felt a fullness. I tilted my head back, eyes closed, moaning, enjoying the hardness, the thickness of his cock inside my ass.

He started moving. Before I knew it, he was fucking me hard like an animal, slapping my ass, slowing down, moving faster, and catching his breath. I was jacking myself off.

You see, I haven’t been fucked in a really long time. These days, I’ve mostly been a top. True what they say that bottoms outnumber tops and it was to my advantage. But this time, during this moment, my bottom side was in full control of my body. I was enjoying every thrust, every slap on my ass, every time I felt his public hair on my ass, every time I felt his balls slap mine, every time I felt all of him inside me and even that longing, that emptiness it left when it left. Strange.

He took his cock out only to flip me over on the bed and fucked me right back. The man was a machine. I wondered when the last time he had sex. Well, he was a lot younger than I, a good 5-8 years my junior, I reckoned. Youthful energy flowed through his veins. He continued to fuck me as I jacked myself off, almost furiously. His put his hands on my chest for support. His eyes were closed. I was living my whore fantasy.

“I’m near.”

“Cum on my body.”

“I’m cumming!”

He pulled out and that condom off his cock and rained hot cum all over my body, painting my torso, my chest, and even my chin. I started cumming while he was cumming, bucking my hips, cumming all over myself. I was in fucking porno.

Yeah, this was probably one of my hottest encounters. Thanks Prince Ali.

Featured man: Ruslaan Mumtaz. CTTO.