Taking a break between studying for final exams, I spent a few minutes cleaning out my email box, which after a couple days was chock full of very gracious offers to inherit a large sum of money from a widow in Nigeria. And then I found another email from my mysterious admirer:
AsianBoyBreeder: Dude, I keep jacking off to your profile and obsessing over an anonymous, late night fuck at your place! Seriously fucking hot! Did you do what I asked you to do, and buy a blindfold? C’mon man, you said you were turned on to the idea! Not as turned on as I am, thinking about blowing my massive load up your ass while you’re blindfolded and sleeping. I am totally serious. Let’s plan it now.
I wrote back and admitted that yeah, I had thought about it, but no, I hadn’t bought a blindfold yet. Within 15 minutes, he replied and told me to take a break from school later that afternoon, head over to the Leather Rack in Dupont Circle, where a blindfold would be already paid for and being held for me. But there was a catch:
AsianBoyBreeder: When you get the blindfold, I want you to cross the street and head over to the Starbucks on the other side of Connecticut. Just relax and have a cup of coffee for an hour, starting at 6pm. I want to get a good look at the hole I’ll be blowing in. Just tell me what you’ll be wearing.
AsianBoyBreeder: Dude, I keep jacking off to your profile and obsessing over an anonymous, late night fuck at your place! Seriously fucking hot! Did you do what I asked you to do, and buy a blindfold? C’mon man, you said you were turned on to the idea! Not as turned on as I am, thinking about blowing my massive load up your ass while you’re blindfolded and sleeping. I am totally serious. Let’s plan it now.
I wrote back and admitted that yeah, I had thought about it, but no, I hadn’t bought a blindfold yet. Within 15 minutes, he replied and told me to take a break from school later that afternoon, head over to the Leather Rack in Dupont Circle, where a blindfold would be already paid for and being held for me. But there was a catch:
AsianBoyBreeder: When you get the blindfold, I want you to cross the street and head over to the Starbucks on the other side of Connecticut. Just relax and have a cup of coffee for an hour, starting at 6pm. I want to get a good look at the hole I’ll be blowing in. Just tell me what you’ll be wearing.
AsianBoyBreeder: Well, we won’t actually be meeting. Just sit there and drink your coffee. Don’t make it obvious that you’re looking for someone. I’m not going to approach you or harm you. But trust me, I’ll be checking you out. I just ask for one hour. And you’ll get a free blindfold out of it. Maybe even a hot blindfolded fuck ;-)
Reading over the exchange, I personally found the idea of being put through a test to be irritating. But after a week of non-stop studying and no sex, I needed to get out of my townhouse. Even still, I was thinking with my cum-hungry hole and not my head.
Scanning up and down the shelves at the Leather Rack, I smirked at all of the expensive items a guy can buy to spruce up his sex life - leather clothes, toys, harnesses, masks, lubes, porn magazines, condoms (oops, won’t need those). The young hottie sales clerk, in a tone that suggested I might have walked into the wrong store, looked me up and down as he asked if he could help me. “I think there might be a blindfold being put aside for me?” His eyes narrowed and his smile broadened a bit, in recognition. “Oh….of course”. I followed him to the counter, gave him my name, and he pulled out a leather blindfold and dropped it into the bag. “Already paid for”, he shrugged, and held out the bag. I asked if he knew who purchased it. “Nah. It was here when I came in at 4.”
Dodging traffic across Connecticut Avenue at a couple minutes past 6:00, I pushed my way into the Starbucks and ordered a hot chai tea. (I hate the taste of coffee.) Scanning the store, I looked for a guy who fit the limited description I had – late 30s, Asian, in-shape. Of course, the cafe was mobbed, noisy and bustling with all sorts of folk. I grabbed one of the last free tables and settled down, shucking off my jacket. As a tease, I put on my tight Juicy jeans and a form fitting grey pullover. Since I’d be there an hour, I pulled a Macroeconomics textbook and a couple magazines out of my bookbag. It was only then that a headline on the copy of the Economist caught my eye, “Sperm and Intelligence”. Suitable enough, it seemed, so I settled in and began reading.
Not nervous, but distracted, I stopped reading periodically to scan the room. Who is this guy? Looking table to table, I watched a young Latin couple having a fight. A mother with a toddler, rocking her stroller and praying for a break in the whining. A table of three gay men, none Asian, cruising me heavily, but not in a particularly knowing way. A gathering of business men and women, white, Asian, African-American, talking over some deal they had just won – very loudly – but paying no attention to anyone but themselves. An older white gentleman, reading the paper, looking sad and lonely, as if he were grateful to be around people – but obviously distracted when a young woman walked in. And behind me, an animated assembly of young Brazilians, maybe my age. I instantly recognized a few Portuguese words. I turned back to my article, which brought the casual reader up to date on a British study linking a man’s intelligence with his sperm quality (defined as concentration, count, and motility). I finished the article, now newly motivated to dive back into my Macroeconomics text. I looked at my watch, and my hour was up. Maybe he didn’t show up, after all. Finally, I dismissed the encounter as anti-climactic and walked back home, enjoying the clean, brisk DC air on a Friday night. Later that evening, I’d received another email:
AsianBoyBreeder: Thanks for coming out tonight, dude. You’re even cuter than your pics. And that ass…..woof. Not to mention a smart boy who reads The Economist. Pick your night, email me your address, put the blindfold on, and leave your door unlocked. I promise when you wake up the next morning, you’ll have a massive, thick load of sperm inside you and a puddle between your legs. Don’t disappoint me.
Not nervous, but distracted, I stopped reading periodically to scan the room. Who is this guy? Looking table to table, I watched a young Latin couple having a fight. A mother with a toddler, rocking her stroller and praying for a break in the whining. A table of three gay men, none Asian, cruising me heavily, but not in a particularly knowing way. A gathering of business men and women, white, Asian, African-American, talking over some deal they had just won – very loudly – but paying no attention to anyone but themselves. An older white gentleman, reading the paper, looking sad and lonely, as if he were grateful to be around people – but obviously distracted when a young woman walked in. And behind me, an animated assembly of young Brazilians, maybe my age. I instantly recognized a few Portuguese words. I turned back to my article, which brought the casual reader up to date on a British study linking a man’s intelligence with his sperm quality (defined as concentration, count, and motility). I finished the article, now newly motivated to dive back into my Macroeconomics text. I looked at my watch, and my hour was up. Maybe he didn’t show up, after all. Finally, I dismissed the encounter as anti-climactic and walked back home, enjoying the clean, brisk DC air on a Friday night. Later that evening, I’d received another email:
AsianBoyBreeder: Thanks for coming out tonight, dude. You’re even cuter than your pics. And that ass…..woof. Not to mention a smart boy who reads The Economist. Pick your night, email me your address, put the blindfold on, and leave your door unlocked. I promise when you wake up the next morning, you’ll have a massive, thick load of sperm inside you and a puddle between your legs. Don’t disappoint me.
AsianBoyBreeder: You weren’t supposed to see me, duh! That’s the point. But I saw that you picked up the blindfold, so I know you’re into exploring this. Just try it once and enjoy the sensation of letting a man you don’t know and will never see use your body, fuck you and bury his load inside you. You’ll be hot and rock hard the whole time, I promise. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to enjoy a hot anonymous bareback fuck with a young jock like yourself and knock him up while he sleeps. No names, no awkward smalltalk, no questions, no talking. Just two hot men, doing what nature and biology intended, in silence. I’m SO ready. And so are you, I know it.
I have to admit, I found the idea hot – hot enough to try it once. I wrote back, saying that I’ll set it up for once finals are over. That’ll buy me a few days to decide if it’s a dumb idea or the crazy-hot fantasy that I’ve jacked off to twice already.
8 comments:
I still come down strongly on the side of "hot fantasy, but highly dangerous and possibly deadly to act out." I get that risk-taking and surrendering of control can be incredibly sexy, too, but I hope you'll think twice -- and then think twice again -- before going through with this, Brandon. Preferably after you've gotten laid by someone a little more trustworthy, so you can evaluate the situation with more clarity. This is one of those very rare times when I find myself hoping a blogger is making something up for the sake of erotic impact, because this guy is spooky.
hot idea, but the guy, from what you have said, is a nut job and serious control freak. I'd be afraid of him now knowing where I live, like if he followed you home and if you (graciously)decline hes gonna find you some night you are walking home alone. I vote with Atlantagent, think long and hard before you try this, as it just makes me worry about you and your safety.
you could always get your webcam to register the event,
would be extra hot if you coud let us all share.
I think I would . . .
Isn't there any security where you live. It must be possible to set it up discretely.
Not primairily to identify the guy, but for your sense of security
Wow, I gotta say I got rockhard from reading this. Sounds like a totally hot scene! I'm not sure I'm as worried about your security as my buds Atlantagent and Jabbercrombie, if I'm understanding them corectly, because once you've emailed with him there's a trail to his identity, etc. BUT that doesn't address the other issue, which is when he says "I just want to . . . knock him up while he sleeps" -- that can mean either a simple breeding or he wants to poz you . . . So yeah, be careful man! Still pretty fucking hot, though!! -Dan
I'm a risk-taker myself but find the idea hot yet too risky.
It's hot to surrender control but I'm skeptical without seeing the person in the first place because our instincts are very good indicators of good and bad.
As hot as it sounds, he could be ugly, hiv+ given that you're barebacking, a murderer.
If he really wants to do this maybe set it up in a hotel room. That way you know there are people around you and he doesn't end up in your home or show up again another time
It's not at all uncommon for me to set up a scene where a sub comes to my place, enters (I leave the door unlocked), undresses, puts on a blindfold, and tells me that he's ready. Then I take him, maybe tie him down, definitely fuck him, put him in the hallway, and he takes off the blindfold, dresses, and leaves without ever having seen me.
I figure that if a guy wanted to kill you, there are much easier ways. He just doesn't want to be seen. There are safety issues here, but probably not of the murder sort. Probably more that he isn't who he says he is or that you'll end up with a case of the clap. But that's a risk you choose to take with guys you can see, so I don't see how this is really any different. Except that it's hotter.
Like the majority, HOT HOT HOT!! BUT, we too are concerned for your safety. Especially since you've never hooked-up with this guy b4. Thank you for inspiring me... as a longtime fb of mine came over last night... as I was fast asleep... and fucked me. I woke up at 7am with a cumloaded condom beside me. But that's the differnce- I've known this fb for a year now... and trusted him. Again, your offer sounds and is HOT, BUT, I quiver about your physical and health safety. We want thge best for you.
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