He Dominated Me Completely and I Can't Stop Thinking About It
I'm finally sharing exactly what happened when I surrendered myself entirely and why I'm already craving more.
It started as a gentle trickle. Clear, thick, and glistening. Tracing down my shaft, pooling at the tip, and then dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath me. I watched, fascinated by the sheer volume of precum spilling from me as if my body couldn't contain its excitement. My heart pounded not just from anticipation, but from the thrill of knowing exactly what was about to happen. You see, I love this. I crave being used, being a perfect hole for another man's pleasure. Despite my strong build and masculine demeanor, there's nothing that gets me hotter than surrendering myself completely, letting someone else take control and use my body however they want. Tonight wasn’t just about physical desire. It was about submission, intensity, and finally being exactly where I needed to be: servicing cock.
“Turn around,” his voice commanded, deep, rough, authoritative. He was older, at least a decade my senior, muscular and confident, with a seasoned athlete’s broad shoulders and powerful chest I admired endlessly. Dark hair lightly peppered with silver framed a strong jawline, his deep-set eyes holding an intensity that always made me shiver whenever they locked onto mine. Everything about him screamed dominance, experience, and control. The exact qualities I desired.
I obeyed instantly, spinning around to face the wall, my heart racing with eagerness. The room was dimly lit, casting long, sensuous shadows across our bodies, highlighting his strength and my willingness to be used. His hand gently pressed between my shoulder blades, guiding me forward until my chest pressed firmly against the cool, unyielding surface, sending chills across my heated skin. My breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as anticipation rippled through my muscles, knowing that soon he'd claim me entirely.
His strong hands found my hips, gripping tightly as he pressed himself against me. His hardness teased at my entrance, and the sensation made my cock twitch uncontrollably. “Relax,” he instructed softly, his breath hot against my neck.
I took a deep, steadying breath, surrendering to him completely. He began to slowly press forward, the pressure building steadily against my tight entrance. I felt the head of his cock push persistently, stretching me, causing my breath to hitch sharply in my throat. My muscles resisted at first, tight from anticipation, but he continued pressing firmly. Suddenly, with an audible pop and a wave of thrilling intensity, his cock broke through my resistance, burying itself deep inside me in one decisive motion.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped loudly, the shock and pleasure mixing together as his thick shaft filled me completely. My muscles clenched involuntarily around him, gripping him tightly, drawing another groan from deep within his chest. His heavy balls slapped against me, a firm, rhythmic reminder of his dominance, and the coarse hair from his bush brushed tantalizingly against my sensitive skin, heightening every sensation.
“Fuck, you're tight,” he growled appreciatively, fingers digging deeper into my hips, holding me steady as he slid fully inside. I smiled to myself. He wasn't wrong. My hole was tight, smooth, and perfectly pink, always ready to be stretched and filled. In that moment, I knew I was exactly what he needed. A perfect, willing cum dump, designed purely for pleasure. I felt completely claimed, utterly filled, every nerve ending electrified.
“God,” I moaned softly, forehead pressed to the cool wall, trying desperately to regain composure. But he had other ideas. He withdrew almost completely, the sudden emptiness sending an ache of longing through me, then slammed back inside with forceful precision, deeper and harder this time. Each powerful thrust relentlessly pounded my prostate, sending jolts of overwhelming pleasure radiating through my entire body. It was like he was pressing an internal button, each thrust forcing my body to respond instinctively, releasing more and more precum. With every deep, powerful push, my cock twitched and pulsed, precum streaming freely, filling my reservoir of cum that I knew would inevitably erupt like a fountain.
“Tell me how much you love this,” he demanded, his voice husky with pleasure and dominance.
“I fucking love it,” I responded instantly, honest desperation evident in my voice. “I need it. I need you.”
Each thrust sent electric currents surging through my body, rapidly building into an intense storm of overwhelming sensation. I could feel the pressure deep within me, building like a volcano ready to erupt, my cock throbbing harder and harder with each powerful motion. The relentless pounding against my prostate ignited a fierce tension inside my body, each thrust adding fuel to the fire, preparing me for a violent, uncontrollable release. My cock swelled painfully, visibly pulsing and twitching, as if desperately fighting to hold back the inevitable eruption. Dripping continuously, precum pooled beneath me, adding to the anticipation. “I'm gonna cum,” I warned breathlessly, nearly overwhelmed by the powerful, relentless stimulation.
“No,” he growled softly in my ear. “Not yet.”
“I can't hold it,” I whimpered desperately, my voice shaking with intensity. “Please let me cum. I need to cum so fucking badly.”
His response was firm, authoritative, deepening my arousal even further. “Hold it,” he demanded, his voice a deep, irresistible growl. “You cum when I say you can cum, not a moment sooner.”
“I can't,” I begged, practically sobbing with overwhelming need. My cock felt painfully full, straining urgently against the pressure building inside. Each thrust drove my body closer to madness, pounding relentlessly into my prostate and forcing wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure through my trembling frame. “Please, let me cum,” I pleaded again, desperate for release, my voice cracking under the strain.
“No,” he repeated sternly, his thrusts becoming even more powerful, driving me into the brink of blissful torment. “Hold it longer. I want you to feel every moment of this.”
I bit my lip, sweat streaming down my forehead, my whole body tensed in unbearable anticipation. My cock pulsed painfully, precum flowing freely, coating everything beneath me. Each thrust made the pressure build impossibly higher, a delicious agony I had never felt before.
Finally, sensing my absolute breaking point, he leaned in, his voice dark, commanding, and deeply satisfying. “Cum for me.”
My body reacted instantly, climaxing with a ferocity that shook me to my core. I felt the pressure at the base of my cock suddenly release, erupting in violent, overwhelming waves of pleasure. The first pulse was explosive, a thick, hot rope of cum surging forcefully from my swollen tip, splattering loudly against the wall and cascading downward. My cock pulsed again, veins bulging and visibly throbbing as another jet shot forward with equal intensity, splashing audibly onto the hardwood floor.
Suddenly, his hand reached around and caught one of the next powerful jets of cum in his palm, cupping it expertly before bringing it up to my lips. Without hesitation, I eagerly opened my mouth, tasting my own warm, salty release as he slowly fed it to me. The sensation was intoxicating, deepening my arousal even further. I loved everything about cum, the texture, the taste, even the sight, and feeling my own hot cum sliding across my tongue drove me wild.
Each surge of cum felt stronger and more intense than the last, as if my body was determined to empty every ounce of pleasure I'd built up. My thighs shook uncontrollably, muscles spasming as wave after wave of climax consumed me. Each powerful, rhythmic pulse sent another stream of cum sailing outward, coating everything in front of me. My entire body shuddered, each eruption wracking me with pleasure, my breath escaping in short, frantic gasps as I fought to stay standing.
Simultaneously, I felt his cock swelling inside me, throbbing powerfully as he reached his own peak. Every thrust became frantic, deep, and forceful, his heavy balls slapping audibly against my ass with each relentless motion, a sensual rhythm marking his dominance. At one point, his low-hanging balls swung forward between my spread legs, colliding wetly and firmly against mine, our cum-covered balls smacking together in an intensely erotic sensation that sent another jolt of pleasure through me.
I could feel every deep pulse as he pumped hot, thick cum into me, each burst filling my insides with a warm, intoxicating heat. He groaned loudly, his voice raw and primal with the sheer intensity of his orgasm, completely marking me as his own from within. My body shivered from the delicious feeling of being filled so thoroughly, the warm, liquid heat deep inside spreading an unparalleled satisfaction throughout my core.
With each powerful injection, I felt my pleasure escalate, intensifying the overwhelming sensations already coursing through my body. Gradually, his cock softened inside me, becoming less rigid but still warm and thick. I felt the gentle shift as his erection faded, losing firmness and slowly slipping from my relaxed hole. As his cock slid out with a slick, wet sound. A sensual, drawn-out suction. I felt my hole instinctively pulse and wink, trying to grip him even as he exited. The moment he slipped free completely, a steady stream of cum continued leaking from his still-softening cock, dripping warmly down the backs of my thighs. At the same time, more of his thick load emptied from my hole, trickling freely, coating my skin in an erotic, messy display. The sensation of his cum slowly leaving my body, combined with the vivid imagery, was overwhelmingly sensual, deeply erotic, and utterly satisfying.
Exhausted, spent, and thoroughly satisfied, I leaned into him, feeling the comforting strength of his arms wrapping around me. My breathing gradually slowed, matching his steady rhythm as we remained entwined. I could feel the aftermath vividly. My hole stretched, well-used, open and gaping slightly, full to the brim with his thick cum still slowly seeping out, trickling down my thighs. The delicious ache of being thoroughly claimed lingered, a constant reminder of the intensity we'd just shared. My eyes wandered downward, capturing the sight of his massive cock, now soft yet still impressively large, hanging heavily between his muscular thighs. It swung gently with his movements, occasionally flexing involuntarily, as if teasing me with the promise of another round, craving my body once again. We stood quietly, savoring the powerful intimacy of this raw, unforgettable moment.
Hey, I'm Caleb and I'm genuinely excited you're here. Let me give you a picture: I'm 6'1”, with tousled brown curls that catch the sunlight in just the right way, and hazel eyes that I promise can't hide a single thought. My body? Well, let’s just say it's exactly what you might imagine for someone who spends countless hours in the pool. Let’s just say I’m blessed: my cock is thick, veiny, and practically dripping at the slightest touch. I precum … a lot. My hole? Tight, smooth, pink, and always ready, and eager, to be used and filled.
I'm 19 and originally from Scottsdale, Arizona, but right now, I'm living the dream as a student/athlete at USC in sunny Los Angeles. Officially, I'm majoring in Journalism and Communication, but unofficially? I’m majoring in exploring my sexuality. You see, until I moved to California, I was straight (mostly). But I’m a lot more into guys (and cock) than I thought I was. So, for now, I’m coming out as bi.
This Substack is my safe space. It’s a place where I'll share my most intimate moments, erotic encounters, and personal explorations directly with you.
Next time, I'll tell you about my first time cruising the locker room at ASU and trust me, you won't want to miss it. If you haven’t already, subscribe and I’ll see you soon.
Love, Caleb