That's Just The Tip, Right?

When he first showed me his cock I was a little afraid. He said “How bout just the tip?” 

I said “ok.” 

He put the tip in and then slowly started to inch in little by little.

I would say “that’s just the tip right?” My mouth opening and gasping as I asked. 

He would inch out just a little and say “of course.” With a smile on his face. The he would slowly start moving forward. 

When I felt him hit the base, I said “ just the tip still, right?” Us both knowing he was balls deep. 

He just replied “yeah baby gurl, it’s the whole tip.” My boy pussy tightened around his huge cock. 

“Fill me please, Daddy” I begged. He smiled and started pumping his cock in me. I started moaning uncontrollably, begging him for more and more. He kept going faster and faster till he made me his bitch for real. Now whenever he text me to come over he says, “ just the tip.” I drop everything I’m doing and head over to his place; because I know his big dick is just going to give me the happiest pussy ever.

Father Knows Best

Brett was met with two shocks back-to-back when he opened his father's bedroom door.

The first was what he saw. His dad was wearing nothing but his underwear, passionately making out with another man -- nay, younger man -- right in front of him. Worse yet, that boy was someone Brett recognized: Sammy Mason, the dork he'd spent the last four years of high school stuffing into lockers, and sending home with black eyes.

The second was what he heard.

"Please, fuck my pussy, Daddy, please..."

The context alone would make hearing that bad enough, but what made it a complete and utter shock was who said it: his dad.

His father -- the former football star, the head of his own company, and the manliest man Brett knew -- was begging?! this twinky little nerd to pound him in the pussy.

"Turn around and get ready, slut," Sammy said, breaking the kiss and speaking to Brett's dad commandingly.

"Dad?! What the fuck is this?!" Brett exclaimed, getting the two to finally notice him standing in the doorway.

"Oh, shit, Brett!" his father yelled out, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "I thought you were staying at your mother's tonight...?" He added, not answering Brett's question.

"I forgot my laptop here," Brett replied, holding up the device he'd just retrieved from his room. "And you still haven't told me what the fuck this is!" He added, giving an exasperated gesture to the two half-naked men still posed in an embrace on the bed in front of him.

"I... well... it's just... you see, son..." Brett's father stuttered out uncertainly.

"Dwayne here's my bitch," Sammy said coolly and confidently. The older man looked over at him with surprise, but said nothing to contradict the teenager next to him.

"Your... bitch...?" Brett asked, mouth agape.

"Well, not in the literal sense, I suppose," Sammy continued. 

"That's not what I..." Brett muttered, trying to find his words. "This is... fuck, this is like a sex thing?"

"Sex and sex-adjacent," Sammy said casually. "Sure, I plow your dad's pussy, but it goes so much further than that."

"Holy fuck..." Brett muttered, his mouth agape once more. "Dad, is this true?"

Dwayne swallowed hard. He gave his son a pleading look, like he was asking him not to make him answer that.

"Tell him how it started, slut," Sammy stated, groping at Dwayne's muscular ass in front of his son to drive home his claim to ownership.

"I, uh, well..." Brett's dad began, trying to think of how to say it. "The company, it hasn't been doing so well and, uh, I needed a way to pay things off, you know, temporarily, and, well, uh..."

Brett's eyes widened even further. "Holy shit, Dad! Are you saying you're working as a whore?!"

"No!" Dwayne replied quickly, trying to calm his son down. "At least, well, not anymore..." he continued, glancing over at Sammy. "Things turned around for the company and, uh..."

Sammy jumped in, "I don't pay him anymore."

Dwayne held his head down in shame at the revelation. Maybe it started as something he'd been forced into -- selling his ass to other men to cover the shortfall for his business -- but now... Now he was giving up his ass willingly to an 18-year-old, less than half his age.

"Your dad's little side hustle made him realize he's totally gay and totally submissive, Brett," Sammy added, pulling down Dwayne's underwear to let his son see that his cock was leaking profusely while trapped in a nub-size chastity cage. "And now you know too."

Brett had no words. He opened his mouth once, twice, three times -- and nothing came out. This man he'd always looked up to -- his own goddamn father -- was not just gay, not just submissive, but apparently the gay submissive bitch for this dorky little twink he'd bullied in school.

"Now, if you'll give us some privacy," Sammy continued, pulling down his own underpants to allow a shockingly large member to flop free, "I'd like to finish what I've got planned with your dad."

Sammy pushed Dwayne's shoulders down so that his head was level with his half-hard cock. Almost instinctively, Dwayne arched his back and raised his ass up at the same time.

"This slut is gonna get me hard and then I'm going to slam-fuck him into the mattress," Sammy said, slapping his cock against the older man's face. "After that, I was thinking I'd let him give me a foot rub," he continued, lining his cock up with Dwayne's lips. "But he should be free to discuss this with you further then."

Sammy glanced over at Brett, down at Dwayne, and then back to Brett again. "Unless, of course, either of you don't want that to happen?"

"No, Daddy, please, Daddy," Dwayne said, lost in a submissive daze as he looked hungrily at the cock Sammy was teasing him with. "Please let me suck your cock, Daddy, please, Daddy..."

"You'd better go now, Brett," Sammy said, motioning for him to leave. Still too shocked to form words or sentences, Brett went through the motions of grabbing the door handle, starting to pull it closed as Sammy added some final words to really sink the knife in: "After all, father knows best..."

Himbo

Your mind is happy and blank and empty.  My words help you empty your mind of all your frustrating and unneeded thoughts.  Big thoughts are for MEN with  dicks.  

You are a silly cocksucking himbo with a clitty.  No one takes your thoughts seriously.  All the time you spend thinking only serves to stress you out and give you anxiety.  All the time you spend thinking could be spent on much more appropriate endeavors.  Like daydreaming about how you could be a better cocksucker or thinking of all the pretty colors and fabrics when you go shopping.  

You are proud that you are such a dumb himbo bitch, and when you find yourself misspelling even simple words you will fill up with happy himbo energy and giggle.  Yes, slut, your mind accepts that you are a dumb himbo whether you want to or not.  You find yourself misspelling even the simplest words and being confused about the spelling.  

Spelling and grammar are hard, you know that it turns you on to be such a stupid bitch.  When people think of you as dumb, your clitty gets excited.  You love the idea of being turned into a dumb slut who needs a man to think for him, but it is already too late. You are a dumb slut who needs a man to think for him. You are a himbo and this is an appropriate way for a himbo to be. You feel happy and fuzzy and warm when you stop resisting and let yourself be your dumb himbo self.  

You are proud you are such a dumb himbo-bitch, and when you find yourself excited to be confused about being able to work out the simplest problems.  

Problems are boring and complex for a himbo like you.  Your mind accepts this reality whether you think you can resist or not, and you will enjoy having trouble with problems from now on and for the rest of your life. Feeling like a dumb bitch is ecstasy for himbo like you and you will be surprised how much happier you are when you stop resisting and accept yourself as you are.  The world is a brighter happier place when you stop pretending to be smart or dominant like a man.  You feel like you are walking through warm fuzzy clouds where all you have to worry about is dick.  

 You love to fill you ditzy head with slutty dancing and fucking techniques.  No one expects anymore from you so why would you expect more from yourself? Servicing men sexually is your purpose on earth and there is nothing you like more than submitting to the rock hard dicks of men.  

When you see a man you are attracted to you will do whatever it takes to get his cock, and I do mean whatever it takes.  Anything less than your best effort is not enough when it comes to seducing real men to give you their cocks.  It is who you are.  You are a himbo and pleasing the cocks of men is your purpose and your passion.  You know all real men deserve to use your body and there is nothing you like more than giving it up to them.  Your empty head craves to be obedient to the will of real men.  your empty holes crave to be filled with the twitching cocks of real men.  

Your clit is only there to remind you of this.  Your clit wants you to submit to real men.  You crave to call  men Daddy. You call men Daddy so they know just what kind of slut you are.  You are a himbo and you exist for the pleasure of real men. 

Painful

It's that moment when he pulls out that is the most painful. Oh, that monster cock of his really hurt on the way in. I begged him to pause for a moment to adjust to his huge invader, and then I grimaced as he kindly, slowly, forcefully impaled me with the biggest rod ever to invade what now could only be labelled as my pussy.

Then he began to fuck me. Slow, fast, forcefully, gently--it didn't matter. I felt every stroke, every push, every pull. He got harder. He got bigger. I couldn't go much longer. I thought he had reached my stomach, the invasion was so complete. Still, I wanted him there. The pain was part of being bred, and the stroking itself felt amazing! I was a pussy. As the humiliation rushed over me, so did the sense that this is how i was meant live: serving men sexually, abandoning not only my masculinity, but even my maleness by locking it away in chastity. 

When he came inside, I pussy-gasmed but didn't spurt. Have I truly become female in my sexual appetites? My pussy felt so full, so content.

Then, he began to pull out and sadness envelopes me. He will no longer be inside me, dominating me, subjecting me to his cock, feminizing me, completing me. Despite the invasion, the animalistic thrusts, this last pain was the hardest to endure: my pussy was empty. I no longer served my man.

Maybe It's Just Me

"I am your  bitch, and you can fuck my pussy whenever, wherever, and however you want," he said into his phone camera. Then he sent the video to me. It was the only condition I had before letting him move in with me.

"Dude, do you have to fuck me so had?" Ned asked me months ago.

"What? You want me to fuck you like a girl, princess?" I asked him. I knew he hated it when I called him princess or emasculated him.

"No, but --" he started.

I interrupted him. "Then shut up and take it. Tighten your pussy for me."

He was  sure that no 'real man' would take the hard fucking I was giving him, but it was worse when I treated him like a girl. It was more masculine to let me fuck him than to make me seduce him, right? He didn't think any cis-gendered girl put up with my dick battering her pussy like I was battering his.

As much as he didn't like it when I fucked him hard, it was worse when I stopped. My cock sliding out of him left him feeling empty, no matter how much cum I left inside him. He'd suck my cock clean just to feel me back inside him.

I don't get him off because I tell him he shouldn't drain the tanks before going to see his girlfriend. He doesn't want to admit it, but it was getting more and more difficult to get himself hard without thinking about my dick up his cunt. In addition, his own orgasm was no longer as exciting as feeling mine deep inside him.

Maybe it is just a phase he is going through. Maybe it's just me. But maybe the words he said in that video are true. 

Just RELAX

Let's get you up on the table... no... on all fours... thats it. Lean forward. Spread your cheeks so I can get a better look.. good.... good. 

*lightly caressing the hole* Look I know how degrading this is... how exposed you must feel. Your pussy on display. 

*snapping a few pictures with his phone* After all a perfect stranger is probing your most sensitive and private areas - you must feel violated and helpless.

*squirting some cold lube on his fingers and then pushing them against the boys cunt*

*squirming forward and clenching*

*grinning* Opps sorry about that! It is a little cold. Just try and relax 

*pushing the boy back down again*

*circling his finger tip around the boys pussy lips, poking the tip in every so often* Now  you're going to feel some pressure. Its perfectly normal to feel some discomfort... just breath. We'll get through this together. 

*rubbing the boys back slowly to reassure him*

*pushing his fingers in* My... my.. you are tight *grinning* I'm going to have to get a little more aggressive. Lean forward and brace yourself ok? I wouldn't want you to fall.

*leaning further forward and resting his head on his arms*

Thats it... 

*slowly unbuckling his pants and pulling out his hard leaking cock*

Keep looking forward... ok. This may take awhile but I need you to keep looking forward. 

*rubbing his cock tip against the boys lubed up twat* 

OK?

*grunting* ok

That's my girl... good girl. *pushing the tip in and moaning* Ohh... 

What was that? 

Nothing... just try and relax. I'm going to have to grab your hips here to get a better grip ok? 

um ok

It's ok just breath in and out.... in and out... in and out...

Have I Ever Considered Being a Dom?

Have you ever considered being a Dom, even as an alter? I say it because it might give you control of life when you need it but also your posts are hot and I am sure I’m not the only one who feels submissive when reading them.

I love the questions I get from Twitter. I actually wish I could get more of them as a lot of time I feel very repetitive in what I tweet or even write about here. Hopefully I don't, and hopefully all of you love what is here.

To answer your question, I've first got to say since getting it it's all I've been thinking about in all honesty. So many thoughts here on a very simple question.

The first thing I've got to say is I absolutely, positively find something so damn erotic and wonderful about (for lack of better words) another "guy" who fully knows and understands that "he" is nothing more than pussy for men. Like the bottoms I tweet about and write about. I use the term "guy/s" loosely as I'm one of those people who don't view myself as a guy... male yes; but beyond that, nothing more. Not a man, not a sir... as in "thank you, sir", not even really a boy either. Just a very submissive, obedient pussy for MEN. As many of you know who read this blog also know I've dropped the word boy/boi from pussyboi/boy and refer to us as just pussy. And I've done so because I'm not comfortable enough to call myself a boi.

Anyway I fee likeI'm getting off track here a little bit. But people like me who let's say are at the baths and have their door open, on their bed, naked, legs spread, ass up, head on the bed and presenting pussy to the open hallway... when I encounter something like that--- which I recently did I find it my duty, some could say even my obligation to go in their room and eat them out but good. Which is the case most recently. I had that "baby girl" who was in her princess panties (aka jockstrap) moaning and begging for more. Maybe that is my Dom side coming out. I'm not sure, but as I said I see it as my being of service to even my fellow "sister", if you will in her hour of need.

The other thing I've got to say, or maybe give and example of my "Dom side" is if I'm fortunate to really play with another baby girl is there is nothing more that I enjoy than fully playing with another baby girl. Kissing, petting, eating her out, pegging her if she has toys, calling her baby girl and other terms of emasculation, maybe even fisting her, holding her, caressing her and doing my very best in trying to fulfill her needs the very best way I can...and I feel as other baby girls we can do that, and leave the person we are with happy and fulfilled.

With all of that said, is that my Dom-ness? I'm not so sure to be honest. Maybe. Possibly. More than likely. And I feel like since I've gotten this question it's something I really have to explore. Is my behavior with people like me really being a Dom? I'm not fully sure if I know how to be a Dom. However, even with that said I do fully know what turns me on, gets me off and fulfills me when I'm with a Dominate man; and maybe I just need to flip that action from being a submissive and taking what I do know into my being the dominate.

Or maybe I need a conversation with some one who does this. I also wonder than if I do discover fully this Dominate side of myself does that make me a "versatile" to some degree? I say that as I've rarely topped a guy, meaning my dick in his ass, I can count the number of times that's happen and it isn't many.

But, let's go I stop further if I may. I write gay male/male erotica. I write predominately about pussyboi's and I do so because I feel there is so very little out in the gay male/erotica sphere on this theme. Which in entails my writing about those baby boi's Daddy's/Dom's and writing from their perspective.

“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” Toni Morrison

The motto I live by when I write. I hope I get the Daddy/Dom side of the story right, readers though have not told me if I have or have not. And maybe this is an area in which I can explore and even develop my Dominate side.

I also wonder if my dominate side is at play every time I watch any gay porn an I've always paid more attention to the bottom getting fucked than the guy topping said baby girl. Sure some could say it is jealousy on my part that I'm not the on getting fucked but I tend to think it's way more than just that. I'm also finding myself getting really turned on big time to any male showing pussy...