Fucking a Rich Guy

Allen called me a few days ago. We had tried and failed to meet up a few times before. Finally, this Thursday, we both had ample free time.

I drove over to his house and worried about the same thing I always worry about whenever I meet a new client – will he bite my cock off?

I know it’s an irrational fear – and google news searches have come up dry – but I have had this longstanding fear that someone giving me head will suddenly be struck by the desire to chew my dick off.

I picture myself hitting the guy in the head until his jaws open. In my better fantasies the guy spits my dick out and runs. In my more frightening visions, the guy looks at me with a smile and then begins chewing.

I pulled through a guard gate and entered my clients neighborhood. It’s on a private island with only a handful of outrageously big and expensive houses.

When I got to the address he gave me I was amazed. I’ve met clients in mansions before, but none like this. The driveway had a large fountain and four or five hummers, porsches and six-digit priced motorcycles.

I waited outside his house until the front door finally opened. Allen was a decent looking man in his late forties. I could tell that he had been handsome when he was younger by his high cheekbones and his sharp, black eyes.

He opened a $500 bottle of wine and we drank and discussed politics. Allen was Cuban and his political beliefs were also Cuban. He mentioned that he had houses across the world – including two in Columbia.

I wondered then where he had gotten all of his money…

After conversing he complimented my maturity and my ability to discuss things other than jello shots and GHB.

He asked if I wanted to see the rest of the house. His hand grasped ahold of mine and we walked through the house room by room. I noticed a huge rifle in the hallway. I also saw a bread box big enough to hide Anne Frank.

We ended up on his balcony, overlooking his pool, dock, yacht and the city skyline. Looking out, I wondered what was happening behind each little square window. High rise windows are like television screen with a different story unfolding behind each one. Maids folding sheets, kids pissing on each other, moms and dads having awkward dinner conversations.

I told Allen this, and he leaned against me and began petting my hair. I could tell that he wanted true companionship, not just a one night fuck. He gazed into my eyes with such intensity that it made me laugh.

A cold breeze kicked up and drove us inside onto a couch. We sat quietly while Allen ran his hands over my pants until I had a boner. Then he struggled to get my belt and my pants off. While he did that, I took off my shirt and socks off.

Eventually I was ass naked. Allen stared at me and then,without breaking eye contact, moved down and began sucking me off. I squirmed around while he nibbled at the head of my dick and sucked my balls.

“Nice dick” he said.

I looked up and moaned a little while he blew me. Then I felt his lips up against my neck. I turned my head down and looked at Allen, his gaze still focused right through me and down into my wispy soul.

“So, what do you like to do?” he asked.

As he was talking I looked down and saw his dick. I saw that it was uncircumized. Immediately, bad memories of unclean clients came rushing to my consciousness.

“I like getting sucked, getting rimmed and getting fucked” I said, with special emphasis on the middle option.

“So you like getting sucked and fucked” he repeated.

“Yes, and rimmed” I said.

He processed what I said and then asked me to stand up. I did, and then I felt his lips run over my ass cheeks. He kissed the top of my ass and then ran his tongue down my hip. Then he licked a little farther in. I was hoping he would eat my ass, but instead he grabbed my sides and turned me around.

I was a little annoyed that his tongue wasn’t in the crack of my ass – but I know rimming isn’t everyones forté .

He sucked my cock a little more while I visualized the nonexistent rimjob. Then he intertwined his fingers with mine and led me into his bedroom. We kissed on his king sized bed while I stroked his dick – hoping that a handjob would suffice in place of a blowjob.

“I want to fuck you” he said forcefully. “I want to feel your insides.”

Most clients dirty talk, but they usually only mumble. Allen was better at it.

“Yeah” I said. “I want you to fuck me too. I want you to fill me up.”

“Really?” Allen said. “Because I have been fantasizing about fucking you ever since I saw your ad. I looked at thousands of ads and you’re the only person I called.”

Few compliments are as satisfying as that.

“I’m not big into muscle queens” he continued, “or guys on steroids or porn stars. I wanted a real boy – the kind I wanted to fuck in highscool.”

I bit Allen’s lip in response and then rolled off of him.

“Fuck me” I said, my hands and knees on the bedspread, my eyes transfixed on his.

Allen grabbed some lube and rubbed it over my ass. A few of his fingers slipped in and soon he was probing my prostate. His other hand, slopping wet with excess lube, was twisting over my cock. The two in conjunction felt nice, but I’ve never been a big fan of fingers in my ass.

I heard crackling plastic as he put a condom on, and then I felt pressure against my ass. He pushed hard against me, but nothing went in. He tried for a bit longer and then moved back.

“You make me nervous” he said. “Why do you make me so nervous?”

“It’s normal” I said, trying to ease his fears. “Everyone gets nervous. I think you’ve done surprisingly well.”

“Oh, but I want to fuck you so bad” he cooed. “Your ass is so tight. I want to feel it from the inside.”

Again I felt his fingers work there way into my ass. I braced myself and tried to pretend the feeling was that of pleasure and not discomfort.

“I want to romance you” Allen began. “I like you and I want to take care of you. Do you like being taken care of?”

“I love it” I said.

“Good, because I want to romance you. I want to take you out to dinner. I want to take you out on my boat. I want to buy you clothes. Do you like it when guys buy you clothes?”

“Oh yeah” I said, breathing a little harder from the handjob he was giving me.

“Yeah. I want to be your daddy. I want to buy you stuff and take care of you. Oh yeah, do you like IKEA?”

I could tell he was jacking himself off now by the way he spoke.

“Yeah, I fucking love IKEA.”

“Good” he continued, seemingly turned on by his own voice. “Well I’m gonna take you to IKEA and I’ll let you buy whatever you want. Then I want to take you to the mall and then out to someplace nice for dinner.”

“Fuck yeah” I said. “Fucking take me to IKEA.”

Allen continued. I thought I had struck gold.

After he told me he was going to buy me everything a kid like myself would ever want, he flipped me around and then lay himself down beside me. We both jacked off while he continued talking.

“Yeah, you’re so beautiful. I want to buy you things. I want to take care of you. Oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah do it” I said.

We cotinued talking and masturbating until I felt an orgasm coming on.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum” I said.

“Yeah” he said in his deep voice, “cum in my mouth.”

The orgasm was already taking hold and my muscles were barely under my control. I tried to move my crotch up so he could suck my dick, but the rush of pleasure overtook me.

Allen sat up and grabbed my dick right as the cum started shooting out.

“Thats fucking hot” he said before putting my pulsing dick into his mouth.

He sucked on it while my legs squirmed. He sucked on my cock like a straw until it was dry. Then he began moaning and rubbing his dick more quickly. He got louder and then he arched his back as he began to cum. I reached over and rubbed his balls, which I could feel throbbing and pushing out semen.

When we were done, I curled up into his shoulder while he stared up into the ceiling. We talked a little bit more and then I asked where the shower was.

I jumped in the shower and did my best cleaning up. The water was at a set temperature which was no colder than molten lava.

I was jabbing parts of my body into the shower quickly and then pulling them out as though the water was sparking electricity. My shower dance was interrupted for a second when Allens hand reached through the curtain and grabbed my ass.

“You have such a nice ass” he said. “I want to fuck it next time.”

When I was done showering Allen told me that he had work the next day. Taking the hint, I dressed myself and grabbed my keys, phone and cigarettes.

Allen walked me out, and again told me how much he wanted to romance me. As I was leaving he moved in to kiss me. I opened my mouth, but all Allen did was give me a peck.

He waved me goodbye and then I left. I texted him and thanked him for calling me.

He never responded.