I craved him. I wanted to own him. To dominate him. To turn him out. To make him my bitch. My slave. My whore. But I knew it would unnerve him to say those words to him, so I let my actions speak for me.

Forcing guys to take a real long, careful close look at my cock is always a good start. I aggressively face-fucked him for a few minutes, and then I made him do the piss slit thing. It feels okay – not great – but it’s so unusual to find someone who’s done it before, especially someone his age, that I figured it’d blow his mind.

At this point, I really had to see him naked. The t-shirt came off, and because he was kneeling in front of me, the first thing I saw was his back – unusually and remarkably hairy for an 18 year old. The shorts and his briefs came off next and I had to stifle a whistle of appreciation, for an extremely hairy 7” cock – swollen rigid almost to bursting – and a set of truly enormous balls set in a huge shock of wiry, thick pubic hair.

He started to suck me again and to jack himself off. No way was that going to happen, I wanted to prolong his delicious agony as long as possible. So I slapped his hand away and spanked him. I don’t know if he’d passed the point of no return already, or if that was what sent him over the edge, but he let out this deep, long groan of ecstasy and came. He was still on his hands and knees so I couldn’t actually see it happen, but the first squirt shot out ahead of him and landed on the floor about a meter behind me. His groaning and panting continued for several more seconds – it was obvious he was ejaculating a huge quantity of sperm. The air instantly filled with the acrid smell of a young man’s come.

He sagged to the ground and, sure enough, huge streaks and spatters of semen were all over the floor. His cock was still leaking and he looked incredibly satisfied. “Wow! That was great!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t even gotten started,” I replied. “Stand up.” He did, a little unsteadily, and I picked up his still stiff cock and pulled him behind me, like a pull toy, I into my bedroom.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” I commanded. I grabbed a pump jar of aloe lubricant and some towels. “Hey, I use that to jack off!” he chirped. “How often?” I asked. “Oh, ‘bout 4 or 5 times a day, sometimes more,” he replied, proudly. “Whatcha gonna do with it?”

Without giving him even a second to think, I walked behind him, spread his incredibly hairy ass cheeks apart, stuck the nozzle into his wrinkled sphincter, and gave the pump three long, hard squirts.

“I’m going to stick my large penis up your asshole and fuck you until you can’t walk,” I replied. And then I did.