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From the day I first met MattAtl29, I pushed him past his comfort zone. He was my RA my first year in college, and when he came to introduce himself, I told him I thought he had a nice ass. He got flustered and told me he was straight and had a girlfriend. I could tell by the look in his eye, though, that he wasn't as straight as he wished he was.
It was a few days later that I first brought a dude back to my room to fuck. My roommate had beat me to it, though, and he already had a girl in our room. Not one to be easily deterred, I woke up Matt and told him to vacate his room because I needed it. Despite the talk, the jock dude I fucked in Matt's room turned out to be a virgin who was completely unprepared. He spit my first load out of his mouth and came himself when I plowed him. Matt's bed was a shambles when we were finished. When Matt whined that was his only set of sheets, I just told him, "You're welcome." He didn't really know what to say to that.
Matt may have believed he was a straight dude before he met me, but it really did not take long before he was my bitch, whether he would admit it or not. He did lots of things no straight dude would ever dream of doing. Spring break his senior year he spent on campus, cleaning my apartment, detailing my car, doing my laundry, and cooking for me instead of going to the beach with his girlfriend. He also spent much of that break with my cock inside him.
After he graduated, he moved across the country for graduate school. We saw each other a few times. He came to my graduation, and told me he proposed to a girl he met in grad school. I guess he thought that would be the end of his taking dick. I quickly disabused him of that notion. He sat with my parents, who I'm sure had no idea his ass was full of my cum.
When Matt told me he would be in my town for a conference, I suggested he come a few days early so he could adjust to the time change and we could hang out. I know he wanted to say no, but he didn't. I told him I would pick him up at the airport. The next day, I ordered the pink body suit for him. I told him I expected him to wear it on the airplane.
I knew Matt hated it when I used feminine words to refer to him or his body parts, so I knew he would not want to wear the outfit I got him. I knew he must have spent the next few weeks seething mad at me, determined not to obey me, and rock hard knowing he would do as I asked. His poor wife probably got fucked hard and often in the time before he left.
He put the lacy, pink suit on the morning of his flight and looked at himself in the mirror. It didn't look right on him, and at first he didn't know why. Then he realized what the problem was. He took it off, then shaved off all his body hair. He pulled out the bottle of creme his wife used on her legs, and he spread it on the remaining stubble. After he showered and put it back on his smooth body, it looked right to him.
When I met him at the airport, I unbuttoned his shirt so I could tell he was wearing it. He was very aware of himself standing in the baggage claim passively allowing himself to be undressed by a man. He was also aware that his dick was harder that it had been in years. When I whispered, "Good girl" in his ear, he shot a load of cum inside his lingerie. He was uncomfortable while he waited for his bag, not only because he was soaking wet, but also because I was caressing his ass in public, whispering in his ear that he was my girl. He was also aware his dick was as hard as if he had not just cum.
He was amply rewarded, though. Less than ten seconds after we were in his hotel room, my cock was in his throat making him gag. I would have made him wear that thing all night except it blocked my access to his pussy. Besides, I had other clothes waiting for him. The day he left he didn't even pause before putting on the black lace panties I got for him to wear home.
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From the day I first met MattAtl29, I pushed him past his comfort zone. He was my RA my first year in college, and when he came to introduce himself, I told him I thought he had a nice ass. He got flustered and told me he was straight and had a girlfriend. I could tell by the look in his eye, though, that he wasn't as straight as he wished he was.
It was a few days later that I first brought a dude back to my room to fuck. My roommate had beat me to it, though, and he already had a girl in our room. Not one to be easily deterred, I woke up Matt and told him to vacate his room because I needed it. Despite the talk, the jock dude I fucked in Matt's room turned out to be a virgin who was completely unprepared. He spit my first load out of his mouth and came himself when I plowed him. Matt's bed was a shambles when we were finished. When Matt whined that was his only set of sheets, I just told him, "You're welcome." He didn't really know what to say to that.
Matt may have believed he was a straight dude before he met me, but it really did not take long before he was my bitch, whether he would admit it or not. He did lots of things no straight dude would ever dream of doing. Spring break his senior year he spent on campus, cleaning my apartment, detailing my car, doing my laundry, and cooking for me instead of going to the beach with his girlfriend. He also spent much of that break with my cock inside him.
After he graduated, he moved across the country for graduate school. We saw each other a few times. He came to my graduation, and told me he proposed to a girl he met in grad school. I guess he thought that would be the end of his taking dick. I quickly disabused him of that notion. He sat with my parents, who I'm sure had no idea his ass was full of my cum.
When Matt told me he would be in my town for a conference, I suggested he come a few days early so he could adjust to the time change and we could hang out. I know he wanted to say no, but he didn't. I told him I would pick him up at the airport. The next day, I ordered the pink body suit for him. I told him I expected him to wear it on the airplane.
I knew Matt hated it when I used feminine words to refer to him or his body parts, so I knew he would not want to wear the outfit I got him. I knew he must have spent the next few weeks seething mad at me, determined not to obey me, and rock hard knowing he would do as I asked. His poor wife probably got fucked hard and often in the time before he left.
He put the lacy, pink suit on the morning of his flight and looked at himself in the mirror. It didn't look right on him, and at first he didn't know why. Then he realized what the problem was. He took it off, then shaved off all his body hair. He pulled out the bottle of creme his wife used on her legs, and he spread it on the remaining stubble. After he showered and put it back on his smooth body, it looked right to him.
When I met him at the airport, I unbuttoned his shirt so I could tell he was wearing it. He was very aware of himself standing in the baggage claim passively allowing himself to be undressed by a man. He was also aware that his dick was harder that it had been in years. When I whispered, "Good girl" in his ear, he shot a load of cum inside his lingerie. He was uncomfortable while he waited for his bag, not only because he was soaking wet, but also because I was caressing his ass in public, whispering in his ear that he was my girl. He was also aware his dick was as hard as if he had not just cum.
He was amply rewarded, though. Less than ten seconds after we were in his hotel room, my cock was in his throat making him gag. I would have made him wear that thing all night except it blocked my access to his pussy. Besides, I had other clothes waiting for him. The day he left he didn't even pause before putting on the black lace panties I got for him to wear home.
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