Jackson's Lust: A Nubile Boy

Imon is a 27-year-old grad student working on his PhD in biotechnology in the US. He's 5 feet 5 inches tall, has a wiry frame, a slight stubble on his chin, bushy eyebrows, large dark eyes, and square features. He is gay and he knows it but always resists the temptation to act on his desires worried about what his family will think if they find out. Then one day he meets an older gay man...

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"Oh fuck me Mr. Jackson sir! Please fuck me harder! Make me cum daddy! Please, please!" Imon moaned as he rapidly guided his favorite dildo into and out of his boy cunt bringing himself ever closer to a sissy prostate orgasm.

"Fuck yes, I'm. coming! Aaaanh!" went Imon as his loads began to exit his hard 4 inches long cock and land on his smooth stomach.

Imon kept fucking himself till every last drop had been milked from his bottom balls and sissy clit by his dildo. And with the last goeey goodness now splattered across his abdomen, Imon lay back, with the dildo still inside him now motionless as he collected his thoughts. Imon had been masturbating anally for years and loved to cum from anal penetration. But he had never been with a real man. A little casual flirting online was as far as it went. His dildo was his real boyfriend.

A 27-year-old straight-acting Indonesian boy just starting to make his way in the US, Imon had always wanted to feel a man's cock inside him for real. But he was scared of what his family would think and he had relatives in the US who could report things back home. And while Imon was pretty sure that his mother already knew and quietly accepted that her son was gay, his traditional Muslim father was likely to react very harshly to any hint of it. That fear, kept Imon's dildo, and not a real cock, in full employment on his candy ass.

Something, however, changed when Imon met Jackson. Jackson was 6 feet 1 inch tall, a buff 85 kg at least, and worked as a senior executive at Dionysis Pharma & Applied Genetics (DPAG). He handled the fund that was partially involved in Imon's own research, which was figuring out ways to switch off or modify genes in animals that determined their longevity. Imon figured some crazy billionaires who wanted to live for 200 years and not have to change pets were behind the generous funding.

Imon had met Jackson when he came by for a progress update on projects Dionysis was funding. Imon's supervisor, a the brilliant Dr. Samantha Jones, let him make the presentation. She was one of those kind supervisors who were all about empowering their junior team members. Jackson, wearing a bespoke dark blue suit, nearly looked like a lead character from Suits, which was, surprise, surprise, Imon's favorite show. Imon hadn't been able to stop himself from staring at Jackson, taking in the fullness of his masculine form, which stretched the suit and left no doubt what a hunk was trapped beneath.

Since then, and it had been a month, Imon had been masturbating to the thought of Jackson fucking him. Oral, anal, swapping, cumming, swallowing, rimming, creampies, you name it, Imon had fantasized endlessly. The fact was that he was totally cock-struck and wanted to please Jackson.

Imon was surprised as he slowly got out of bed after masturbating that he had some message from an unknown number. He checked the phone, still naked and with his cum dripping, and was shocked that it was a message from Jackson. The message was short and business-like:

"Hi Imon, I got your number from Sam. Hope that's okay. We're going to be evaluating some proposals for new investments. I was impressed by your work and was wondering if you could consult on the evaluations? Of course, you'll be compensated for your time at our starter rate of USD 5000 per project evaluated. Let me know if you're interested and my office will be in touch."

Imon immediately said yes because he wanted to see Jackson again. And the consultancy fee was more than generous (or so Imon thought, never having done this before). But mostly it was about seeing Jackson.

Soon enough, Jackson's office was in touch and Imon was given the schedule of the evaluations he'd have to do, starting the next month. He hated having to wait that long to do the project reviews but he was pleasantly surprised when Jackson started sending him messages. At first these were purely about work. But then they expanded to jokes and a daily "What's up?" and general talk about politics, the economy, and some personal questions about Imon's life and how things were going at work. It wasn't anything revealing but Imon relished getting Jackson's messages and always replied to them immediately.

After about two weeks of texting, Jackson shared a snap of his from his work out. It was innocuous enough, but Jackson was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his incredible arms. His triceps were the same size as his biceps. Imon was left drooling and accidentally put a thirst emoji in his reaction to the snap. He realized his mistake a minute later and changed it to a like emoji but Jackson had seen the original reaction.

"Glad you like what you see!" Jackson messaged back.

"So, what are you doing on Friday? Care to hang out?" Jackson messaged again.

Imon was a bit worried but his cock got immediately hard at the prospect of hanging out with Jackson.

"Yeah, that's a nice idea!" Imon texted back, his cock now rock hard at the prospect.

"Great, so come over here (dropping a pin) at 6 PM on Friday," Jackson replied.

In between the date being set and the day arriving, Imon and Jackson's messages became increasingly friendly. Imon shared a snap of him swimming. And that snap left no doubt that he was a smooth, deliciously brown, bubble butted, cock tease, who needed to get his ass and mouth stuffed.

The address that Jackson had given Imon was for a swanky new apartment building. The kind where you'd find the kids of Russian oligarchs and Middle Eastern oil barons living a party life. Arriving right on time, Imon headed up to the penthouse 42A and was guided by the concierge. Upon reaching the penthouse Imon saw that the door was slightly open and knocking to announce himself he entered and closed it behind it him:

"Hi Jackson, are you here?"

Jackson replied from what was probably the bedroom,

"Yes Imon, make yourself comfortable. Check out the bar and I'll be right with you."

Imon was impressed by the bar, fancy crystal glasses of all types, and the assortment of funny sounding but ritzy scotches and wines. Imon didn't drink alcohol, on account of his religious upbringing in a conservative Muslim family. He was aware of the contradiction in that he had no trouble with the notion of guzzling down cum and taking cock in his ass. But he figured that just because he didn't do one thing the correct way demanded of him by his family, that wasn't a reason not to do the other stuff correctly.

"So, what would you like to drink?" Jackson said as he made his appearance. And my goodness it was one heck of an appearance.

Jackson wore this bespoke dark purple buttoned dress shirt that left little to the imagination when it came to his muscular physique. He wore dark grey or black trousers paired with funky socks and a pair of shoes out of some designer catalogue. Imon was just in his skinny jeans and grey t with a smiley emoji on it.

"Errr... I don't drink, so some juice or sparkling water?" Imon replied staring lustfully at Jackson.

"Well, don't mind if I make myself something," Jackson said as he poured Imon an orange juice and fixed himself a Japanese scotch that Imon had no hope of pronouncing.

"Cheers!" Jackson said, as the two clinked their glasses.

What followed was some of the usual small talk, about the day, about what was going on at work, and during this, Imon didn't even realize that he had gently placed his hand on Jackson's left arm, giving it an inviting squeeze. Jackson didn't seem to mind and drew closer. It was at the same moment that the two realized that they were sporting boners that had tented their pants. Putting their drinks down, Jackson leaned in cupping Imon's face and planted a kiss on his lips. A bit hesitant at first, since he'd never been kissed in real life by a man, Imon soon reciprocated Jackson's approach and the two were slobbering and tonguing each other like a couple in heat.

In this embrace, their cocks rubbed against each other through the fabric of their trousers. They enjoyed the feeling of this phallic entanglement and Jackson firmly took the lead and pulled off Imon's t-shirt, revealing that smooth, silky, flat-chested, twink frame with large dark nipples that Jackson had been craving for so long. Jackson planted kisses on Imon's neck and shoulders as he caressed his back and felt his nipples, running his rough hands all over the nubile boy princess. Jackson lifted Imon up as Imon straddled him and the two made their way to the master bedroom of Jackson's fuck pad.

Reaching the room, Jackson lay Imon down on his back and undid the young man's belt before removing his shoes and pulling off his jeans, leaving Imon only in his short briefs through which his throbbing cut cock poked. Staring down at his soon-to-be conquest, Jackson unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing a hairy, muscular, chest and a stomach, covered in luxurious brown hair that contrasted beautifully with his fair skin. The shoes and pants came off next revealing a tented pair of checkered boxers. And then Jackson pulled down his boxers and kicked them off as Imon beheld a thick, curved, cut, cock, set against hairy balls and muscular thighs. Jackson's cock was easily twice as massive as Imon's slender 4-inch instrument, and Imon pulled off his briefs so that they could behold each other naked.

The lowlight of the room accentuated the visuals for Imon and Jackson as Jackson fell upon his succulent prize and resumed making love. Imon had never felt another man's body against him and for him Jackson was a dream come true. All that sinew, and bulk, and hair, pinning Imon down, enveloping him, and saturating his submissive senses, was what the young man had craved for years. Imon's lustful longing was transparent in his whimpers and appreciative sighs and coos as Jackson kissed, licked, and puckered, his way across Imon's delicious young body.

Imon didn't even realize that he had somehow moved to the middle of the bed. He was completely lost in Jackson's ocean of masculine beauty and allure. He didn't know how much time had passed before Jackson took a pillow and tucked it under Imon's back, propping it up at an angle to facilitate penetration. The bedside table opened, lube and condoms came out. Jackson applied a generous amount of lube to his fingers and loosened up his queen boy before putting on his condom and lubing that up too. Not a word was said. The only sounds were grunts of pleasure and squeals of delight, as Jackson held Imon's legs apart and pressed them back, giving him a full view of the love tunnel his cock would soon be ensconced in.

Imon didn't tell Jackson he was a virgin, and Imon had been fucking himself with dildos for years, but even so, Jackson's cock was thicker than anything Imon had fucked himself with. Imon didn't care though. He just needed to feel a real man inside him. He needed to be pounded and used and fucked till a real man came with his cock lodged deep inside him. So, the only words Imon said that night were:

"Fuck me daddy. Please fuck me."

Jackson wasted no time in pressing his cock's head into Imon's quivering anus. A push that sent Imon wailing as the thickness and strength of a real cock finally began to rearrange his boy cunt for the purpose it had been made. The pain of being stretched led Imon to feebly push against Jackson and Jackson eased up and took it slow, pushing in a centimeter at a time. Imon's wails became insistent and whorish as Jackson pushed his cock deeper in. For Imon, there was some pain but the pleasure and fulfillment of being penetrated overwhelmed any resistance he might otherwise have had. His firm little cock stayed hard as a rock throughout all this and finally, Imon was rewarded by that most exquisite of all feelings: hairy balls brushing against his butt cheeks, signaling that his lover was firmly and fully anchored inside him.

Jackson loved how flexible Imon was and how he could push his legs so far back that the two could easily kiss as Jackson began to fuck Imon's eager hole. Jackson knew how to take his time with luscious bottoms like Imon. He alternated between grinding slower and faster and thrusting slower and faster; all the while remaining lip locked with Imon. Jackson loved how Imon surrendered to him, embracing him and running his soft hands over Jackson's hairy back and muscular butt as Jackson ground and pounded away in Imon's hole. A few tears dripped from Imon's eyes, but they were tears of joy at finally having found the peace that bottoms can only find with a dominant man's cock buried deep inside them.

Imon came at regular intervals during Jackson's masterful erotic orchestration. Being so young and full of cum, Imon came five times before his balls were completely drained and even then, the tingle in his sissy male g-spot didn't go away as Jackson's adamantine cock continued to thrust and probe. Jackson used Imon's cum as additional lube, giving his young lover the incomparable feeling of insemination as the fucking continued.

Finally, Jackson switched to unrestrained thrusting as he felt his own orgasm beginning to build. Imon encouraged his lover with slutty moans and by begging for his lover's cum. Imon was overwhelmed by how he felt even more attached to Jackson after the last of his sissy boy juice had been pounded out of him by his majestic macho lover. He finally understood the joy of complete submission to the lust of another, a joy that no amount of fantasy and dildo riding could ever come close to replicating. As Jackson finally gasped and began to unload a copious amount of sperm into the condom while still deep inside Imon, Imon caressed his man, called him a lion who had claimed his gazelle, and made the most soothing and inviting sounds with his ice cream smooth soft voice.

When Jackson finally rolled over to one side, his engorged cock now losing its turgidity, the two continued to kiss and make love, oblivious to the mess of lube and semen all over the sheets and pillows. Imon lowered himself to face Jackson's cock, and eased the condom off, taking great care to avoid spilling its contents. Jackson watched in amazement as Imon drained the contents of the condom into his mouth, taking a full load of Jackson's seed. Having done that, Imon proceeded to lick Jackson's cock and balls clean, now causing Jackson to moan and groan in pleasure as his hyper-sensitive cock and relieved balls received attention from Imon's soft lips and delicate tongue. Imon loved the way Jackson's cock and pubes smelled and was lost in the musk that his lover exuded.

It was in that state of messy post-coital satisfaction that the pair drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.