Yeah, my fuck-back. It’s hard to describe, but I will give it a shot. It’s a little movement a bottom can do with the small of their back in order to ‘fuck back’ on their top’s dick. It’s as if the bottom is flicking his tail bone up and down. Done very rapidly, it can produce the most amazing effect. Done slowly it’s like milking a cow’s teat. It’s sort of akin to a dance move they do on Family Guy in their parody of “Can’t Touch This”, where it looks like they are skiing.
Anyway, mine is broken. I wrecked it fucking this cute little Columbian who is half my age – something I have taken the trouble to point out to him on a number of occasions, but, hey, he wants what he wants. I have no clue what this kid sees in me. We fucked once before about a year ago. I had a great time, but the apartment we played in gave me the creeps. It was messy and in a really crappy neighborhood. The entire time we played I worried that someone was going to steal my car. After that first encounter (which was quite good) , he’d hit on me all the time, but I’d beg off, not wanting to park my car in that neighborhood. Is that bad of me?
He’s cute. Well, more than cute… he’s a biological wonder. Very handsome, with perfect skin and not a pound of fat to be found anywhere on his little muscled being. His dick is just average - 6.5”, but he knows what to do with it, and that’s what really counts. Totally dedicated to topping, he exudes this machismo thing and takes his fucking very seriously. I admire his commitment. And his technique.
So, Friday, after my Kick Boxing Class, I decided to cool down with some yoga moves, during the course of which I decided to try a few things I’d seen on-line that younger, much more flexible bottoms are able to do. I was on a mat in the back of the class room and even though others were milling about, I figured, since I was doing a bunch of yoga poses, no one would have a clue what my real inspiration might be. I’m on my back, trying to bring my knees down on either side of me when I feel a slight pull in the small of my back, and not the kind of pull that one should feel or would every want to feel. I decide it must be part of my getting limber and persisted a bit more before giving up and moving on to some basic crunches. But that was the beginning of my fuck-back’s fall.
Later that night, the Columbian hits me up on-line. He has all new pics and at first I don’t realize it’s him. In fact, it’s not until after I have agreed to meet him that he reminds me about who he is. He’s now living in a much nicer part of town, so I have no qualms about seeing him.
I arrive at his new place and… it looks kind of like his old place, as in totally dis-shelved. The kid may know how to fuck, but housekeeping is not high on his priority list. I ignore the mess and make my way up to the bedroom. He tells me to make myself comfortable and that he will be up shortly. I strip, put on my cock ring, have my poppers at the ready, and a little tube of lube. Then I get on all fours and point my ass toward the staircase for maximum impact as he comes up the stairs. It does the trick. He’s on me in a matter of moments. He orders me to climb on the bed.
Throughout the night he comments on how beautiful my hole looks (eh, eye of the beholder?). He’s verbal, but in a strange way. His English is very good, without a trace of an accent, but he mumbles, so whenever he asks me a question or makes a demand I have to ask him to repeat it like an old woman who’s hard of hearing.
He just recently returned from a long visit to Columbia. He’s even sexier than I remember. I just love staring into his eyes as he’s fucking me. They’re so dark and rich, and tinged with just a touch of evil. It’s a little like getting fucked by the devil. His body is perfect. And so young! Too young for me, but he has a thing for me. I know he can do (and does) much better than me. So I should just take it as a compliment that he wants me at all. And I do. I simply lose myself and let him drive. He likes to be in control. He won’t kiss me. But he likes spitting in my mouth. It’s like a dominance thing - it puts me in my place. It also makes me feel cheap and disposable. Sigh. Sex is so complicated sometimes.
We start on the bed with me on all fours on the bed. He just wants to stand behind me and look and play with my hole. He teases my hole with the head of his dick before ordering me to turn around and suck him. Like I said, he’s not much in the size department, so I make quick work of it, and soon have him hard as a rock. At this point he orders me to turn around and pushes me down on the bed. He enters me roughly, in one fell swoop. Fortunately the poppers are nearby and my ass is all lubed up with his spit. That’s another odd thing about him – he doesn’t like lube. He likes spit. Throughout the hour that we play, he is constantly spitting on his dick, in my hole, in my mouth. His hygiene is, despite the general state of his household, impeccable, so I don’t mind his spit at all. In fact, I find it kind of sexy.
So he pounds away on top of me, and I am suitably swooning, what with the poppers and the general tone of his attack. After a bit he has me roll onto my back. He enters me again and gets really intense. Our eyes lock and I just know that he’s coming into the home stretch soon. Not that I worry. Last time we played, he came three times, so I am pretty confident I can get a second load out of him. He spits in my mouth and mumbles something I don’t bother to ask him to repeat. He keeps changing up his game just enough, adding a few swoops here, a few turns there. It’s nice. I take the time to really notice his body and appreciate his skin. Everything is so tight and muscular. Not bulgy muscles, but lean and fine. His body is completely hairless. He has beautiful hair. I run my hand s through it, running them down his back to his taut, pounding ass. He’s picking up the tempo and his eyes are staring intensely into mine. Then he rears up and back and freezes as the first spurt of cum hits my insides. He rams into me with great deliberation seven more times, pausing between each, while making tiny sounds of joy.
I’m gasping, too, and hard as a rock, but know enough to stay quiet. Whenever I get too loud, he covers my mouth with his hands – more controlling behavior (but, again, I find it sexy). I’m not sure what it is about the noise that bothers him – whether his need for quiet is a matter of taste or a matter of necessity because someone else might hear us, but I play along as directed.
He is almost apologetic about having come so quickly – only twenty minutes have passed, but I tell him not to sweat it, that I know he’s good for another load. His shrinking member would lead one to doubt this, but I waste no time taking that spent dick in my mouth and begin working some magic on it.
It never occurs to me that he won’t get it back up, for there is something very mercenary about our sex. The difference in our ages almost dictates that he service me, and that I comply and accept however he wishes to treat me. My little stallion doesn’t disappoint. After about five minutes, he’s back to life, not that he ever really went limp. That is the wonder of the young… the never ceasing hard on.
This time he orders me onto the floor. Onto a rug. So normally, I’d refuse. Rug burns are not my idea of a good time, but he’s in charge, so he calls the shots.
It’s very odd, because the age difference is not the only imbalance that exists between us. I am also a full six inches taller than he is. His frame is smaller than mine, too. I like all types, as you know, but it is rare that I find someone who is smaller in stature than me who wants to dominate me. When the occasion arises, I tend to give into it. This difference also accounts for some of the odd positions we find ourselves in. I can twist myself around at my waist while he is fucking me doggy style. I saw this position in a video on line, and because I can do it, I went ahead and tried it with him. It worked. You cannot imagine the sweat he was working up. It literally poured off him, making his body all sleek and glistening.
On the floor, he starts fucking me doggie style, than pushes me down and fucks me like we’re a couple of experimenting high school jocks. Then he flips me on my back and gets all intense again. I can tell he wants to blow his load and get it over with, but can’t cum, so he just keeps working harder and sweating more.
Then he flips me face down again. This time we make enough room for me to fuck back onto his dick. And he loves it. This is hard work, but I am more than willing to go the distance if it helps my top get off. I do about eight sets of 32 rapid fire back tucks and then I take a breather while he fucks me doggie. Then I position myself to do some rapid fire back tucks, but instead I slow it way down, literally milking the hell out of his dick. I’m squeezing my hole for all it’s worth and he is loving it. We do that for a good ten minutes. By that time he is super worked up, rolls me on back, plunges in and does the whole intense stare in the eyes, spit in the mouth, working it up, working it up, rear up and SCORE! Shoots his load deep in me, making those odd mumbly sounds of his.
He stays in me while I jerk myself off… he really gets me hard as a rock. I shoot all over my chest and stomach and… he climbs off. He is one soaking mass of man/boy.
When he is done with me he is done. Period. End of game means get the hell out. I get up, and realize instantly that I have done something to my lower back. The pain is sharp and it takes me quite a bit of effort in order to upright myself and correct my posture. It takes me a few days to realize it is my fuck back that has gone out. I dress quickly, not even pausing to wipe the cum off my chest and stomach because there is nothing to wipe with (I left my wet wipes in the car – a sign that I was out of practice in the sleazy hook-ups department). He walks me to the door and is already on his cell talking to a friend of his. They’re headed out to the clubs. Heading to my car, I don’t look back. It is what it is. I don’t fool myself.
Maybe this all comes off a bit clinical, a bit cold – but I’m not going to pretend it is anything other than a strange little power play between two totally different people with nothing in common other than the need for an orgasm and the means of achieving it.
Who knows, once I get my fuck back…. er, back – I’ll try to find something a little more my equal. Or not. If he im’d me right now and told me he wanted my ass?
Who am I to refuse?