thinking-mans-submissive: He’s been in and out of the sauna several times already. He reminds me of
thinking-mans-submissive: He’s been in and out of the sauna several times already. He reminds me of the feral tom cat i’ve been trying to tame: big, beautiful, skittish, rarely looks me in the eyes but willing to take my food offerings as though he’s doing me a favor.The intimidating young Man before has come back, and this time i think He’s made a decision. His options at the club today are limited and i can tell He’s finally figured that out. The trail of overweight old men who’ve been following Him around like puppies have finally given up the chase and we’re alone. Up to now, He’s ignored me. i’ve not moved from my spot the entire time and continue to keep my head slightly bowed and eyes low in a show of humility and extreme passivity. It’s not dignity or self-respect that’s kept me from following Him around like the others; i know what i am and there’s no place for pride in submission. i’ve left Him alone out of respect and old-fashioned manners. He’s a Man. An Alpha. And He deserves a certain decorum, even in this raunchy place. At least i think so. i’m sure i’m not what He wanted when He decided to come here, but i’m grateful nonetheless. He stands directly in front of me, the light behind Him silhouetting His heavy cock beneath the thin towel clinging to His waist. He stay standing and i understand why: He’s using me begrudgingly and will be gone before i’ve made it back to my seat. i slowly go to my knees. i never look up at Him, and my touch is careful and respectful at all times. i move the edge of the towel to the side, being cautious not to graze His thigh with my fingers, even though i want to touch Him. My trembling lips close softly around the swollen head of His beautiful cock as it rises to meet me. i don’t moan or make any sounds that might draw attention to myself.i suck His turgid shaft with reverence, with long, wet strokes that stretch my throat. His cock responds to my loving care with a sudden expulsion of precum. Finally, He touches me and i instinctively melt into His grip, letting Him take over. There is nothing gentle or kind in the way He grips my skull and abuses my throat. My jaw aches and my retching spurs Him on to a quick conclusion. i can smell it but can’t taste it yet, as He empties Himself down my throat with a slight grunt. It’s over, and as expected, He pulls away and exits, leaving a thick trail of cum across my lips. i suspect He’s been at the club for less than an hour. i’ve sat here for much longer. But now, i can leave. -- source link