tallslenderguy(other male)
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3 years ago •
Sep 11, 2021
3 years ago •
Sep 11, 2021
i've written about this on other threads, but this is one of my most profound experiences of 'sub space.'
i was in Palm Springs at a gay resort. (for those who don't know, that is a clothing optional place where sex can happen right out in the open). i was sitting on a lounge chair reading and sunning (i had shorts on), i a remote area of the resort, alone and away from the crowds. A guy approached me (also in shorts) and we started chatting. One thing led to another and He was standing in front of me with the front of his shorts lowered and his cock in my mouth. He placed his hands on my head gently, but in a guiding way. All of this happened in just a moment, and He withdrew, pulled up his shorts and said: "i'm not used to doing this sort of thing in public" (even though we were alone and in an isolated area). So, i invited him back to my room.
As we were walking to my room, i casually mentioned that he seemed a little "dom" to me (a vibe i had gotten from how he had held my head) He made no reply or response, so i said nothing more.
When we got to my room, He immediately removed his clothes and sat on my bed, leaning against the head board, his legs parted. i didn't need words to understand what he wanted and i removed my clothes and once again took his cock in my mouth. i'm mostly anal sexually, though sucking cock is something i do, it can be a lot of work and puts more control in my hands (or mouth as it were) to please than it does the Top, so i am not as drawn to it. In addition, this guy had a very large and girthy cock, the kind that makes your mouth sore just looking at it. But, i have a bottom nature with a healthy sub side, so there i went. He wordlessly and gently guided me into a position where i was lying face down between his legs, his cock in my mouth. That is not the most comfortable position to suck cock, it's even a little awkward, but there i was.
And then He started talking... and did not stop. He gently instructed me on how to suck Him. He was not the least bit forceful, but was clear and incessant in instructing me about what He wanted me to do and how to do it. His tone was completely encouraging, like he was giving direction to a child or a puppy, there was not an ounce of force, bullying or impatience as He said things like: "that's it, you're doing great! just a little more, just around the corner." (the "corner" was my throat). Essentially, he got into a rhythm of coaching me to take his entire cock. As He would instruct me on how to suck Him, He would also tell me to look Him in the eyes, which was awkward on several levels given my position, but also i was gagging from the effort of taking His sizable cock into my throat and my eyes began water, saliva leaked from my mouth and my nose even started to run. i felt like i looked a mess, and He seemed oblivious to my awkward position, even delighted by it. In addition to His incessant instruction, He was also continuously affirming. Each time i would take Him a little more, or please Him even slightly, He would literally gush: "Good boy!!!, i am so proud of you, you are doing so well. Aren't you proud?"
The affect of His constant instruction mixed with affirmation on me was profound. i found myself working harder and harder to please Him because i really wanted to, not because He was forcing it... there was no force. i surprisingly got to a place where i didn't mind the gagging or how i looked (both things that would have mattered to me otherwise) because He was so obviously delighted by it all. Even though my mouth was very occupied when He would ask after praising and affirming my effort: "aren't you proud," i found myself blushing and feeling a rush of pride and thrill that He was so pleased, and i would redouble my effort. my "space" was one of complete adoration for Him, He essentially took possession of me, i was His.
i realized some time after the experience that He had regressed me. That i had indeed become a "good boy" and as such was in a space where i craved (needed?) to please Him, and adored Him when He affirmed me as pleasing to Him. It was honestly sort of shocking to me. i do not think of myself as a 'boy.' He was even a little younger than me, but He either saw (or wanted/needed) that in me. He did not create that in me, or get me to play a role, He surfaced something very real in me that i did not even know was there.
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