Power Bottom Comes Out

I had the rest of the night to make it up to him. I really hoped I could get it up again; I had been with a few women up to this point and was never able to handle a round 2 in the same night. When I came and went soft in the past, I typically stayed soft. There was also never a reason for a round 2; I had been able to manage my own cum. I had been able to get the woman off and my self, usually. Not that night though, not with him. After lying to myself for 29 year, I was finally able to admit, at least to myself and my therapist, that I was attracted to men, and this was my first encounter with the same sex, and I had just blew it, literally. I blew it all in my pants from just a gentle caress of my cock.

Johnathon was so fucking sexy; he was fair skinned, 27, 5’6”, gorgeous green eyes and wavy brown hair, a surprisingly thick cock and one of the best asses I had ever seen, a high toned, bubble butt that defied gravity itself. Oh! And his smile, devilish and devious; there seemed to be something wicked behind that grin. I wanted so desperately to satisfy him; I just didn’t know if I had it in me to go again.

I suppose there’s other things I could do besides fucking: a hand job, a blow job. I had actually started blowing him a little before filling my black Calvin’s with jizz, a moment I would never live down, but when I had that thick hard cock pressing against the back of my throat, it felt natural and so hot. I couldn’t believe I had been denying this to myself for so long.

Johnathon let go of my hand once we were in his hotel bathroom and switched the shower on. It was a very small room, just a toilet across from from the door, a tub/shower combo to the right of me and a small counter with a sink to the left.

There was barely enough room in there for one person, so this caused us to have to stand very close. We were less than an inch apart, and he was bare ass naked while I was shirtless standing there in cum soaked underwear and jeans.

His cock was still solid and it pressed against my leg as we stood, face to face, “Let’s see about getting you cleaned up Christopher.” He reached up to the metal towel rack above the toilet and pulled down a small wash cloth; he proceeded to start wiping my spunk off his hand, which had been in my underwear when I had lost control.

I stood there really awkward and quiet, unsure of what I should be saying or doing. All that was going through my mind were thoughts of embarrassment and shame, of disappointments in myself and the guilt of how disappointed he must feel. I came here to fuck him; he wanted me to fuck him hard. When we originally spoke on our app, he had said, “I want you to pound my ass like I a drum.....I want you to stretch me out and leave me sore....I want you to fill me with you seed.” And I came in less than two minutes after walking into the room. I was a fucking loser.

While I was wallowing in my self pity and self loathing, I had barely noticed that Johnathon had fallen to his knees and begun sliding my pants and underwear down my legs. It was a gooey cum covered mess. It was everywhere: dripping down my leg, matted into my blonde pubic hair, and my cock and ball sack seemed to have a nice goopy layer coated over the whole surface. What a sad pathetic scene this was; I, a 29 year old with plenty of sexual experiences, had cum uncontrollably and was now being cleaned like a child who had had an accident. God this was mortifying. I could feel my skin heating up, burning red with embarrassment.

“What a glorious, hot mess!” Johnathon seemed thrilled at the site though; I honestly didn’t know why. Maybe he could tell I was humiliated and was trying to comfort me somehow, but then again, maybe he was actually into it. Had I been lucky enough to find a guy turned on by premature ejaculation, or was he just so turned on by me that anything sexual we did was hot for him?

He started blotting the cum drenched area with the towel and then said, “mmmmm...I’m not sure this is going to be enough. Maybe if I just....” and before I knew it, his tongue was working it’s way up and around my thigh and balls, licking the cum right off of me. The skin he was playing with was extremely sensitive, especially after just cumming, and the sensation it caused could only be described as incredible! It felt ticklish yet incredibly sensual. I could feel my heart beat pick up and my skin started feeling flush again, but this time for arousal not shame. And to my surprise my spunk covered cock started to thicken, “guess someone likes this.” Johnathon grabbed the bottom of my half erect staff and moved his tongue up from the base of my balls to the tip of dick. I shuttered and squirmed from the interaction; I even heard myself let out an overly excited, and a little high pitched, moan. It was like every nerve was working in overdrive, and my cock very much approved. I quickly found myself just as hard as I had been when I first laid eyes on this unbelievably sexy man.

Johnathon stood up from the bathroom floor, that god damned evil grin staring right at me, beaming with pride. “Fuck you’re so hot.” I reached out to grab the base of his neck and pull him in for a kiss; god I loved when his lips were on mine.

But before I was even able to touch him, he had slapped my hand away, “no no. You drove last time and look where that got us, you cumming so extremely early and me still hard and I’m **** need to get off.”

Well I guess he wasn’t as understanding as I had originally hoped; nevertheless, “It won’t happen again! I promise. You’re just so sexy I couldn’t help myself. Come here.” I reached for him again but was swatted away once more.

“That may be the case or you may simply be a premature ejaculator, destined to leave me unsatisfied after a quick thrust or two.” I was becoming very confused and my cock was responding the same; I could feel my dick slowly softening. He shot me a quick wink and then brandished that fucking, knee weakening grin at me again, “I’m in charge now.” And like that, his left hand wrapped around my balls and he gave them a squeeze, not enough to cause pain, but it was right there on the line.

I think I may have whimpered when he did it, but my cock really seemed to like it. Any softening that had occurred was quickly over; my member jumped to life, more rigid then ever, “ok.”

“Oh no. That is not how you will be addressing me for the rest of this night. It will be “yes, sir” followed by “thank you, sir.” Understood?”