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But while I took my part in mocking Mr. Patton with my buddies, I’d struggle to suppress an eager grin whenever he was around. Ridiculous as he was, I couldn’t deny that he was one Grade A DILF. 

As a kid, it had been just harmless lust, but as a young man it became much more. Every time Mr. Patton came around, I’d catch that look in his eyes when he glanced at me. He joked and chatted like usual, but not to me. 

I made an excuse. Faked a call from my mom or pretended to remember something I needed to do—I can’t quite recall. 

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Patton had me on my knees servicing his fat daddy dick. The thoroughly unassuming suburban man had perhaps the meatiest slab of man flesh I’d ever seen, even in porn.

The blowjob was a formality, something to get his juices flowing, but I could never get my throat open wide enough to swallow more than a third of the man in my mouth. His true prize was my ass—a tight hole he could frankly fuck as hard as he wanted.

I’d struggle, cry, and beg, but he knew I’d never say no.

He would do things to me that even asking his wife about would have ended in divorce. Even more surprising than this man’s cock, was his creativity. He fucked me in ways and positions I didn’t even think were possible.

He simply bent me over his work table that day, planting his feet wide around mine and rubbing his swollen manhood over my ass. I moaned pleasurably, but I knew this was going to hurt. It always did.

When Mr. Patton was ready to start, he accelerated quickly. Five inches of his throbbing dick were inside me before I could even gasp for air. I cried out as he pushed in another two inches, but he covered my mouth with a hand and continued his onslaught. 

He wasn’t fast so much as he was just relentless. I could fight him and I could beg him, but nothing changed his pace. Every inch of him was soon followed by another until I felt like my entire body was impaled by this perfect man.

Once he had me opened up, he was only just getting started. He fucked me as hard as he could until he was about to cum, pulled back and slowed down, and then slammed in hard again. Rinse and repeat. 

Few men could control themselves quite like Mr. Patton, and he could make a fuck last for hours. And he would.

He went until I was broken, a sobbing, moaning mass of flesh that simply took his cock without resistance. It was among both the best and worst moments of my life. That feeling of not being able to take another second, but never wanting it to end.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally quickened his thrusts to a frenzy. He thickened inside me. Mr. Patton began to pump yet another batch of his baby batter into me, thrusting all the way until the end, when he collapsed on top of me. 

Here are some tips on becoming a better bottom that the tops you have sex with may not tell you either out of a desire to not offend or because they get a thrill from telling others that we bottoms cannot handle their cock ;-)

SPREAD YOUR KNEES WIDE. The wider the bottom spreads his knees, the easier it will be while in doggy style. YES! If this is the first position he puts you in, use this trick to get used to his cock. 

ARCH YOUR BACK. This will not only look sexier to him, but also make deep penetration easier and less painful.

PUSH YOUR ASS OUT. This shows the top you crave his cock in your ass. Once he is in, you can push back to the rhythm of his thrusts.

PLACE YOUR CHEST SQUARELY ON THE BED. There is a reason a top pushes your head in the pillow or the sheets. This helps arch your back and push your ass out. It’s visually stimulating, because the focus is now completely on the ass you have presented to the top. The symbolic submission is also a big turn-on to a dominant top.

RELAX YOUR ANAL SPHINCTER. Having adopted the position described in steps 1-4, you should now focus your mind on relaxing your anal sphincter. It may help to remember how you take a dump, because the muscular relaxation is identical. Steps 1-5 should, with practice, enable very deep penetration with little or no pain.

ALLOW DEEP PENETRATION. Once you’ve mastered the previous steps, you may let him spread his own legs wider than yours so he can get more directly above you to pump his cock down and deep, with his balls bouncing off your ass.

REACH FOR HIS BALLS. Many tops find this very arousing, because you are fondling the sacks that produce their sperm, affirming their manhood.

COMMUNICATE. Tell him how much you enjoy having his cock in you. Let him know if you like his scent. Ask him to go slow if you feel pain.

Additional tips may be appropriate to partners who thrive on domination and submission. In all cases, these should be within reason. Both partners must be comfortable with this. Experiment to see what works best.

LET HIM SPANK YOU. A lot of dominant men get turned on by slapping the asses they are fucking, and seeing those asses turn a rosy color.

LET HIM GRAB YOUR HAIR. Another turn-on for many dominant tops.

LET HIM HOLD YOUR NIPPLES OR MAN BOOBS. As he pumps his cock up your ass.

LET HIM CALL YOU NAMES THAT TURN HIM ON IN THE HEAT OF THE FUCK. “Bitch,” “cocksucker,” “fag,” etc. But only when used in a non-derogatory way. This is about breaking taboos (which are charged with emotional intensity) and letting both of you get aroused by embracing your (contrasting) inner natures.

LET HIM CALL YOUR HOLE A “PUSSY” OR “CUNT.” That is, after all, its functional equivalent.

I frowned at my ticket when I saw the seat assignment. It’ll be fine, I told myself, but still my shoulders were tense and my mood dark as I went through security.

The flight was long, almost eight hours from Chicago to London, and I’d been hoping to sleep through the red-eye to reset my clock. For once, I was glad my much yearned for growth spurt had never come. At 28, I still stood 5′4″ and thin as a rail, which was great for fitting in a claustrophobic plane seat but terrible for buying a drink at the airport bar without getting carded.

I was dizzy by the time I stood after my second glass of white, unsteady as I made my way to my gate. I slumped into a chair and scoped out the crowd, anxiously wondering which two of my fellow passengers I’d be stuck between. There was no shortage of towering men in dark suits with graying hair, not that it took much to seem tall to me, but I was never that lucky.

I pulled on my noise-canceling headphones and waited, watching line after line of eager travelers board before me. I was in no hurry.

My legs were a little steadier by the time I stood again, but still I swayed as I walked onto the plane. 26B, I looked at my ticket to check my seat again, somehow hoping I’d misread it before. My spine stiffened with every step as I came to the moment of truth.

As I came close, I stopped so fast that the man behind nearly bowled over me. I saw two of the men from the gate speaking animatedly over the gap seat I was about to fill. They could have been brothers, with broad shoulders under dark gray suits and thick heads of hair hair cut short. They had twinned firm jawlines and weathered faces, with bold eyes—blue by the window and green by the aisle. The impatient man behind me gave me a shove forward so hard I nearly fell into my neighbor’s lap as I muttered an apology.

The man grabbed my shoulder to steady me. “I can get out,” he offered with a smile, our faces parted by sparse inches. 

“It’s ok,” I said quietly with a wave of my hand as I struggled to step over his long legs, ending up nearly sitting astride them.

From the window, the other man chuckled, “We’re not even off the ground and you already have a boy in your lap?” He gently pushed my planted foot and sent me tumbling forward against the man’s firm, warm chest.

My face buried itself at the top of his button-down shirt as my slender legs squeezed around his powerful thighs. I caught myself too late, planting my hands on his belly and inadvertently feeling its curve through his shirt. I stammered sorries, sucking in air rich with the masculine scent wafting from his hairy chest straight into my nostrils. I stiffened in my trousers, but felt immediately dwarfed when an enormous shaft strained against me up from the man’s crotch.

With hands on my hips, he lifted me back to my feet. He smiled sheepishly and I blushed crimson. “Sorry,” he whispered before turning to his companion and growling, “Don’t be an asshole.” He helped me step over him and finally fall into my seat.

“It doesn’t look like you minded,” the man by the window teased both of us as he offered me his hand in introduction. “I’m Brian, and this is my partner, David.”

“Eric,” I replied in a small voice, still rattled by the brief feeling of that massive manhood. When I looked over at David, he had his arms crossed low over his lap, but it was still hard to miss the tent pitched in his pants. “You guys don’t want to sit next to each other?”

“It’d be a bit of a tight fit, unfortunately,” David offered, demonstratively knocking his knees against the seat in front of him.

“Besides,” Brian added, “I get the sense you wouldn’t mind spending a night between us.”

“Jesus, Brian,” David rolled his eyes, “you’re going to scare the kid.”

“I’m fine,” I protested, “And I’m not a kid.”

Brian wrapped a burly arm around my shoulder and squeezed me against his expansive chest, spilling over the divider between our seats, and said, “You are fine, but what are you, 19-years-old?”

“No, I’m 28,” I corrected.

David reached over me to tousle Brian’s hair as he said, “This old man is turning 50 this week.”

Brian squeezed me hard and whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to unwrap my first present.”

He uncoupled from me and we chatted a bit as the cabin door closed and the plane made its way to the runway. They both lived in Chicago, not far from me. Brian was a lawyer and David an investment banker. I told them about the marketing work I was doing in London for the week. It was all friendly, but there was an aggressive edge to every sentence, a needy urgency to get close to each other. I wanted nothing more than to feel that massive cock between my fingers.

When the plane lifted off the ground, we sat back. Their thick arms filled the dividers and spilled into my space and they both sat with legs splayed wide. As we sat there, I was pinned between the two men as they relaxed into their seats. The smell of their bodies filled my air and mixed with the wine to heighten my intoxication. 

As we sat in silence, just the roar of wind on the plane around us, I slowly, gently snaked my hand behind Brian’s elbow. He eased his arm forward to give me room. I slid my hungry fingers under his suit jacket and then down under his belt and into a pair of boxers. He was soft and squishy, but enormously long and girthy, when I squeezed my fingers around him. We sat in still silence as I stealthy stroked him to his fullness.

David grabbed my other hand and guided it along the same path. My fingers trembled a bit as I stared out at the aisle. The flight attendants were still seated for takeoff, but any number of passengers might turn their heads at any moment. Still, David was relentless and brought my fingers down around his still-hard cock.

I was in heaven, and though they looked placid, I could feel the subtle squirming of their excitement and the thick liquid gushing from their cocks and lubricating my fingers. It barely felt like a moment had passed before a flight attendant whisked by and I froze with my hands stuffed down two men’s pants. It would have been hard to notice with the way we were positioned, but still. I tried to pull back, but neither man would let my hand escape, grabbing me by the wrist and holding me there.

“No one will notice,” Brian turned to whisper in my ear, hot breath wafting down over me.

“And soon they’ll turn the lights out,” David leaned down to add. “And we’ll be able to have some real fun.”

When did freedom of expression suddenly become an online crime? When did an attack on a specific subset of any group ever work to the benefit of any institution?

In this bloggers humble opinion, Tumblr’s December 17th forced genocide of Adult Content blogs is just another example of how our society is slipping backwards in its level of tolerance towards anything that is different, preferring to have this type of content hidden away, and marked with a scarlet letter of intolerance and shame.

Are there issues revolving around certain types of blogs Yes. Child pornography and other unacceptably content is abhorrent to all. Is Tumblr going after those specific types of blogs? No. Are they setting up a system that blocks minors from accessing adult content blogs? No. They are preferring to follow a simplistic “nuke it all” approach rather than address the overall problem. Taking a M.A.D (mutually assured destruction) approach, can only end in one way, for without adult content, Tumblr will die off.