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How I Became His Bottom Bitch

by Teachmedeepthroat


I had just moved to Hartford, CT for a low paying job at one of the larger insurance companies. Looking for apartments sucks. I was having trouble finding a one bedroom in my price range and even met a couple possible roommates. A lot of people weren't even calling me back. I was about to call one of the possible roommates when my phone rang. It was an 860 area code. I answered and it was a man with a deep gravelly voice about an apartment. He told me it was a third floor attic apartment in an old Victorian building It included parking, utilities and the best part was that I could afford it! He gave me the address and told me to meet him there the next day at 1 pm. I got there early. The first floor was being renovated, the yard was messy, and it was on a busy street, but I could afford it! It was the same man I spoke to on the phone. He was about dark skinned, 5'11, big build, rough beard, huge hands. He was wearing a big white t-shirt, dark jeans, and big tan boots. He was the landlord and he lived on the second floor. he said he inherited the house from his grandmother. The apartment was big, very basic, kinda dusty. He told me he felt bad for me and he wouldn't charge a security deposit but he wanted me to sign now. He was intimidating and I signed it right there on the floor. He told me I should start cleaning now and he gave me a broom, a bucket and large brush to wash the floor with. I was there til 7 pm cleaning. He told me he was having friends over and went back downstairs to his apartment. I spent the next 6 hours cleaning and I moved in on the next day. It turned out my bedroom was above his living room and he smoked weed all the time. I could smell it several times throughout the day and he had a good amount of visitors. He was a weed dealer. he seemed to use the front stairwell only and I only had access to the back stairwell. It was a full week before I bumped into him. I was carrying in my new vacuum cleaner. He laughed at me and said, "you really like cleaning don't you white boy?" I laughed, embarrassed. Then he told me he saw the job I did on my place and it was impressive. He asked me if I wanted to clean his place for $100 off the rent. I assembled the vacuum in his apartment and got to work. Since he was being so nice to me I offered to let him hang out in my apartment. I spent the next 3 1/2 hours cleaning. I wanted to make a good impression. When I was finally done and everything sparkled so I went upstairs to tell him. He had me come back downstairs with him to judge my work. He said it was fine and I asked him if he wanted me to change anything. He told me I needed to relax and offered me a blunt he pulled out of his pocket. I was shy, but I accepted. We sat in his living room and talked. He asked all about me. He had been selling weed for about 4 years, has a son, and was a pretty cool guy. He was definitely always intimidating, but he wasn't cold. We were joking and he was making fun of me when all of a sudden he said "Fuck! Smoking weed always makes my dick heavy" and adjusted his dick through his sweatpants. It was big and I saw it bob up and down after he moved it left. My lips parted and my eyes locked. After a couple seconds I looked up to see him grinning at me, lick his lips and give me an affirmative head nod. I sunk to my knees and started to rub it.


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13 Gay Erotic Stories from Teachmedeepthroat

A BIG MISTAKE

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Directions

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Dominican Parking Attendant

I was picking up a ZipCar from a local garage. The garage has a long descending ramp. As I nearly reached the bottom I heard a deep low voice repeatedly ask "Can I fuck you in the ass?" three times in a row. This surprised an excited me. I stood by the office for a couple awkward minutes and then suddenly a handsome Dominican Man appeared from around the dark corner. As he spoke to

How I Became His Bottom Bitch

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Meeting my Haitian King Pt. 1; Gwo Zozo Met

Last Thursday I connected with a man online. His profile had no significant content, but his stats were impressive. Almost as impressive as the two photos he included of his huge soft penis. We began chatting and then he mentioned that he wanted to own. I gave him my number and we began talking. It turns out we were better matched than I had imagined. He was a Haitian Man, 53,

Meeting my Haitian King; Gwo Zozo Met

Last Thursday I connected with a man online. His profile had no significant content, but his stats were impressive. Almost as impressive as the two photos he included of his huge soft penis. We began chatting and then he mentioned that he wanted to own. I gave him my number and we began talking. It turns out we were better matched than I had imagined. He was a Haitian Man, 53,

My first tattoo

I had just turned 18 and decided I'd celebrate by getting my very first tattoo. I had recently gone off to college about 2 hours from where I grew up. Coming from my upper-middle class upbringing in the suburbs I couldn't wait to finally be a little bad. I spent hours in the days leading up to my birthday and I still hadn't figured out what to get, but I knew where i wanted it. I

POWER. Submitting to a man in his car

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The Power of a Real Man

I was 23 and had just moved back in with my father when I ran into Steve. He lived a couple of blocks down from me. I hadn't seen him for years but used to stop and talk to him while I was walking my dog. I had always had a crush on him and he had only gotten hotter since I was gone.He was in his late 20s, about 6'2, italian, a former marine, shaved head but with dark stubble and

The Power of a Real Man 2: Meeting Steve's Friends

I saw Steve on Monday night washing his truck while I walked my dog. I got hard as soon as his house was in sight, and when I saw him out there sweating I nearly died. I stopped to talk all the while hoping he'd invite me in for another round. I would have given anything just to suck this god's cock again. Instead he told me to wash his truck for him while he sat in the garage and

The Right Wing Alpha - Part 1

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The Trooper

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Trespassing

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