As I walked up the back steps to my apartment, my heart was racing and my cock was rubbing urgently against the fabric of my underwear.  I could feel the length of it pressing against my my body.  I had been desperately hard all the way home from my office.

“…when I jerk myself off… I usually flex all over… chest, core, arms right as I shoot. And I have a tight death grip on the base of my cock. Makes for a more intense shot…”

His hot reply to a question of mine was all I could keep remembering from the chat session I had most of the day sitting at my desk in my office.  Not the most productive day at work but for sure one of the best.  This message was from a hot bearded muscle guy I’ve gotten to be friends with on social media through a friend of mine where I live.  It used to be that guys like this didn’t grab my attention as much as hot nerds or “cute” boys, but in the last year or so, every time I pass a guy with a neatly kept beard, my ass twitches.  The combination of the body hair and muscles makes me a weak-kneed power bottom.

I asked for it though…this exquisite cock-tease and I’m not at all apologetic.  With my dick straining against my clean cut Burberry dress pants, I asked the dirty questions about how he liked to jerk off.  I’d seen pics of his big arms and chest online and if I closed my eyes for a few seconds, a cinematic flutter would give me a fleeting image my imagination had created of him busting his load all over, arms and tats bulging and flexing.   The only thing better would be if I were there, taking it all down my throat.

It takes a specific kind of guy to make me want to submit.  My personality and my work reflect a take-charge image and there is a part of me that craves giving up control when it comes to sex.

So, I put the key in the lock and opened the back door, dropped my messenger bag on the table in my kitchen, and was unbuckling my belt as I walked through the kitchen into my living room.  I pulled the belt through the loops and flung it in a chair.  I pulled my shoes and socks off and left them in the middle of the floor.  Rapidly, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper and slid the pants down past my hips and halfway down my thighs before gripping my cock solidly at the base of my shaft.  It tensed beautifully and the fat thick mushroom head pulsed.  The head of my cock is so deliciously sensitive so I slid my hand up the shaft and squeezed it, moaning low as I stood there in the middle of the room.

I jacked slowly and dry.  I don’t precum hardly at all so when I jerk off, I almost always lube up, especially if I’m going to spend an hour edging at least once like I do on weekends at home.  I couldn’t stand to delay, though, so I slid my fist loosely up and down my cock, scrolling through images in my head of that guy’s pics that turned me on…a black and white of him at the gym in a tight black tank…another of him wearing a blue baseball cap, side profile, with his beard…and I stroked, squeezing and playing with the head of my cock every time i slid up.  My ass cheeks clenched and my legs began to feel a little shaky.

I slid my pants the rest of the way off and unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the floor.  Sitting back in one of my black leather chairs, i propped my feet up on the ottoman in front of me and let my legs spread open and scooted my ass to the edge of the seat.  I was wet with anticipation and heat.  I slid one of my fingers between my cheeks and into the crack and my toes curled.  My nipples got rock hard and I let go of my obscenely hard cock for a moment to run my thumb back and forth over one of my nipples, biting my bottom lip at the shot of pleasure.

I needed to cum.  For a good two hours, I had been building up to this.  I closed my eyes and grabbed my cock again.  With my other hand, I started to slide my middle finger deeper into my deep crack and teased my tight hole.  My breath came in gasps and sighs as I slowly pushed the tip inside and just past the tight ring and wiggled it a tiny bit.

I let my mind drift.  He was there, in front of me, fingering my ass, pushing his big finger deep inside and telling me to stroke my cock.  As I moaned, I gripped and jerked repeatedly the entire length of my shaft and head, and that sublime tingle began in my belly.  I felt like a dirty slut with my legs spread as wide as I could get them, fucking myself with two fingers at this point, and groaning like a hungry bottom who couldn’t get enough cock inside me.

There were no sounds in the apartment but the rhythm of my moans and the wet slide of my fingers pistoning in and out of my tight ass.  And suddenly, my mind let him lift my legs high, my calves resting on his pecs and my heels on his shoulders as he forcefully pushed his way all the way, balls deep, into me…bare.  My whole body tensed and I bit my lip, riding the fantasy out, surrendering to his dominance, his overwhelming presence, urging me on.

The room spun, I shouted in a primal unintelligible groan as he began to cum inside me…my load bursting out of my cock, shooting the first big jet up into the air and then on to my chest, then the next on to my chin, and the next on the nipple I had tweaked…my legs flexing, my ass off the seat of the chair pushing my cock further into the air, trying to take him and his cum as deep inside of me as I possibly could.

The release.  The heartbeat pounding in my ears.  My legs shaking and my feet back on the floor.  I sat for minutes, covered in my load, a faint smile, dry lips…