Mr. Parker 2

~Jack

I couldn't stop thinking about having my cock in Mr. Parker the other night. The feeling of his warm hole wrapped around my cock, the sounds of his moans, the knowledge that in those few moments; he belonged to me and had no desire to be anywhere else. It was all so incredibly hot and fuck if I didn't want to do it again! But I hadn't seen him online since. Nor did I really believe he would let me do it again. I knew I'd caught him in a desperate moment and kept his interest with my size but just like I had woken up worried I might get found out, I was sure he was regretting letting it happen. Even if he didn't know he'd gotten fucked by one of his own students. As I was watching him write on the board droning on about the formula I could hardly believe I'd never noticed how his ass filled out his pants before. I was a little disappointed when he sat down and started grading our homework.

When the final bell rang I gathered my stuff and headed to the bus bay. I sped through my homework for the day and spent a few hours sexting various guys knowing I wouldn't be meeting them. All the ones who had the anon tag either didn't interest me or were too far away. I kept checking Mr. Parker's profile but he hadn't logged in since that day. I was at the point where I would give my left arm to feel a warm hole wrapped around my cock again. Mr. Parker's was preferred but I would take what I could get. The only issue is I was pretty sure most guys would nope out when I showed up. I might have a man sized cock but looking at me, 15 was a stretch. I didn't think I would be able to pass off as a baby faced 18yo unless the guy was almost blind.

~Mr. Parker

I was having a hard time focusing. The disbelief that I had allowed a stranger into my home and body without ever seeing his face; never really turned into regret. Instead it began to burn in the back of my mind in the place my craving for a cigarette existed. I hadn't had one in a decade and I still knew it would only take one to fall back into the habit. So I stayed off the apps. Maybe it was just that one guy and maybe I just loved the idea of men using me that way. It was tough to tell. But the absolute safest thing to do was to go cold turkey and stay away.

I definitely couldn't teach a bunch of 7th graders thinking about cock all day. Not that I wasn't already. I was one distraction away from putting on a movie. It had taken nearly 6 months to stop actively thinking about cigarettes and I was only 4 days into this! I finished writing the problem on the board and white knuckled my way through the explanation and short lecture before giving out the assignment and going to my desk to pretend to grade papers while I collected myself.

When the final bell rang I hung around trying to keep myself busy to minimize the time I had at home doing nothing. Idle hands and all. I opened the notification on my phone without thinking and immediately regretted it even as my heart fluttered.

'10pm be waiting for me.'

I swallowed thickly as my hole twitched in need. I should have deleted the stupid app. I knew I should have as soon as I made my choice. But I didn't. Just like I didn't toss the pack when I first decided to quit smoking, I'd given myself a parachute and now it was yanking me off course. I don't know how long I stared at the message but when I decided to reply I couldn't compose one. My bull headedness balked at being told what to do but my submissive side preened at the finality of it. He wasn't asking. He wasn't seeing if I was free. He was telling me he'd be there and what was expected of me. And damn if the memory of his cock tenderizing my guts didn't make me want to snap into obedience. I took a deep breath and closed the app. If I let myself go down that road is find myself dazed as the bottom of a hill without the motivation to get myself out.

~Jack

It was a gamble. When I saw the 'sub' tag on Mr. Parker's profile I'd sent the message thinking I could appeal to that. But I wasn't his Dom so it likely wouldn't work. But the door was slightly ajar when I walked up to it and I could see it was dark. Pushing it open, I saw Mr. Parker kneeling on the couch again his ass out looking beyond inviting. In the light from outside I could just make out the tattoo between his shoulders just as his breath seemed to catch. I smiled and silently slipped into the apartment, shedding my clothes by the door. I lubed and waited for him to hit his poppers before pushing inside. Fuck it seemed like he'd gotten tighter somehow! I grit my teeth and then noticed he was holding something out to me. I took it and examined it in the dark. It was a small bottle.

I'd read about poppers online but hasn't considered then since I wasn't a bottom though some tops used them too. I decided 'what the hell' and took a small sniff. The head rush hit almost instantly send I felt dizzy and a little disoriented. It was like I'd stepped out of my own body but somehow event felt more intense. It took all my focus to get the top hack on and hand the bottle over. When I was no longer in danger of spilling it I tried to focus on what I was feeling only to completely lose control of my body. My hands gripped Mr. Parker's hips, pulling them into the optimal position before I started tearing into him unsure if I was trying to hurt him with how hard I was thrusting. Stabbing this way and that with my cock; focusing on an area that made him scream or shudder; slowing down a bit before surging back to full speed...

All the while my own pleasure ebbed and flowed, my balls drawing up and relaxing again and again as I forced my own orgasm down in search of something primal while my head pounded and swirled. I thought I might have puked if the lights were on. My fevor whipped me into a frenzy that was intensifying what the poppers had done to me. At some point, I laid over Mr. Parker's back with my arms wrapped around his chest. Before I could register the action I bit into his shoulder not hard enough to break skin but definitely enough that he would feel my teeth. I snarled again as my hips still moved, pulling out about 2in before surging forward. The gasp from the biting turned into a series of moans rising in pitch with each short powerful thrust I gave him.

~Mr. Parker

I was flipping off the lights and climbing onto the couch before I knew it. When I broke for a cigarette there was always a few moments of rationalizing before I lit up. Convincing myself that just one wouldn't hurt and I could start back over tomorrow or some such. This was different. I had been watching TV, and honestly the clock, telling myself I was going to ignore the message and just not answer when I heard the guy trying to get in through the locked door. As time got closer I was watching the clock more than the TV so I wouldn't be startled when he twisted the knob. Then at 9:55 I all but phased out of my clothes, unlocked the door, and shut out the lights. I suppose I was rationalizing after all. Convincing myself that I had fought against doing exactly this until I didn't have time to talk myself out of it.

I was almost shaking with excitement as the door opened bathing me in light for a few seconds then closing. I realized I'd stopped breathing for a moment when I heard clothes rustling and dropping to the floor behind me. It was all I could do to keep from wagging my ass invitingly while I waited for the man to mount me and fuck me into oblivion. I heard him lube his cock and hit my poppers before handing them back on a whim.

Guy had never tried poppers before. I could hear he only took a short hit which was smart but the way he swayed almost immediately told me everything I needed to know. I took the bottle back and settled in to wait for him to adjust planning to milk his cock a bit with my ass muscles when he yanked my hips upwards and started fucking me like a lust God! I had always been a noisy bottom. I can be quiet when I have to be but being taken off guard like this and being assaulted with this much pleasure all at once there was no stopping the cacophony of gasping moans that escaped my lips and the way he attacked each of my spots savagely, that was exactly what he wanted.

When he pulled me to his skinny chest and started pounding my prostate like a vending machine that wouldn't fork over his favorite soda I knew what was about to happen. The unexpected love bite was the final nail in the coffin. My cheeks flamed in hopeless embarrassment as my voice got higher. I never came in front of people when I could help it. And even when I did, I did so quietly with maybe a groan when the pressure was released. Now I was already moaning and couldn't stop the high pitched whimper as it finally happened and the guy fucked the cum right out of me. I shivered and whined as he didn't let up, still ramming his massive cock into my prostate seemingly determined to milk out every drop I had in me; extending my orgasm long after I had stopped cumming.

The chuckle above me was dark and mischievous though off in a way I couldn't focus on as the pleasure still gripped my brain. I found myself wishing I'd taken another hit to amplify the effects of my orgasm but even without it my first handsfree cum was Earth shattering. He was still clinging to me alternating kisses and bites to my neck and shoulders as he endeavoured to turn my prostate into a pancake. Even if my muscles weren't shaky from the prolonged contracting, I wouldn't have been able to stop him.

~Jack

The poppers were wearing off after what felt like an hour but must have been a few minutes at best. His hole clamping hard around my cock had yanked me back into my body but I had just continued to let it do its thing since it felt fucking amazing. I couldn't help but laugh a little when he let out a long whimper. It was cute and hot and sent a chill up my spine that felt so natural. My suspicion was confirmed when I felt a glob of cum hit my thigh and I gave him a few slightly harder thrusts, squeezing a bit more strength out of my hips.

With the effects waning I could feel my cum surging in my balls and it would not be denied any longer. I latched onto Mr. Parker's neck again, on purpose this time, and just rode it out. Maybe 4 strokes later and I was filling him again. I pushed deep wanting to plant my seed where it couldn't be easily washed away and then laid on his back a while panting and feeling our thunderings heartbeats seeming to wind down from an argument as they slowed and quieted. Again when I pulled out, Mr. Parker was on my cock slurping up any stray cum and cleaning me off. He did try to get back onto the couch but his legs wobbled and gave out so he just buried his face into the cushions. I dressed and gave one final look in his direction before leaving feeling sated and wondering if I could pull off the same trick 2 nights in a row.