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Sir it is an honor to allow this 58 yr old fag send u this message. I just discovered your blog. In my mind I live to service the superior str8 man. Will my age hinder my finding a superior man to service ?
It should not. While none of my fags have been as old as you, several have been considerably older than me; as much as 30 years older.
your ability to find an Alpha to serve depends pretty much on your abilities and skills, your submissiveness, your attitude and what you have to offer a Man. your age, as well as your physical appearance, really should be superficial factors. Keep up your search for fulfillment, fag.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
My readers know that I just love to fuck, and fucking women is among my high priorities. Some women really, really know how to use their cunts to satisfy a man,and sex with a woman can be very, very satisfying. But my readers also know that I can draw real lines between fucking with women and fucking with men. For example, women give third rate (at best) blow jobs and I won’t even look for a BJ from a woman. Just not worth the effort or time expended. Male cocksuckers are sooooooo much better. .And as I’ve pointed out before, when you try to dominate or control or humiliate or degrade a woman you get all screwed up with gender politics. It’s just not worth the trouble.
Add to that list, gifts from women. Don’t get me wring. I firmly believe that an Alpha Male is entitled to take anything he wants from his fag. That includes taking his last pair of shoes – cleaning him out if necessary. But gifts from women are of a different nature. I have been “seeing” (that includes social evenings followed by incredible fucking) a woman. I think in the olden days they were called “socialites” – women of prominent and wealthy husbands with too much money and time on their hands. In any event the bitch gave me as a gift, a very expensive watch – I mean expensive in the $20,000 to $30,000 range. And yes, it keeps time. But the moment I slipped it on my wrist (taking off the $10,000 Rolex that had been given to me by fag Josiah) the bitch wanted my thanks and praise for her good(!) taste. “Don’t you think it looks great?” “You need to wear that all the time.” “Now every time you check the time you’ll think if me.” (9 times out of 10 I check the time on my cell phone. Watches are an anachronism.) The next morning, as I left her bed, with her sleeping in it, her eyes covered by a sleep mask, I left the watch on her night stand. Haven’t seen her since and won’t take her calls or return her texts.
This underscores the difference between not only gifts, but also sex with women and men. When you fuck a woman it is like she’s doing you a big favor. When a woman gives you a gift she expects gratitude and it is always with emotional (and sometimes physical) strings attached. Women just don’t understand. But fags do. When a Man fucks a fag, or humiliates him in public or degrades him, the fag is grateful. He understands that by doing so, you are giving his life purpose and meaning. When a Man accepts a gift from a fag, or demands something, the fag looks at this as a validation – of his place (no matter how inferior) in the Male’s life. The fag properly sees the gift as flowing from the Man to the fag, not the other way around.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s this guy at work, David. He’s a year older than me, graduated Penn State a year before I graduated college. He’s been at the job one year more than me. David and I are the two youngest guys in the office. When I started work the boss introduced me to David. He told David to show me around and make sure I know what’s up. By that, I’m sure the boss meant to show me where the Xerox machine and men’s room were and how to draw supplies from the supply closet. David took it to mean that he was to be my boss of sorts, and he soon became overbearing, wanting to edit and approve my work before I sent it on to my real boss – that kind of stuff. I firmly and gently, but quickly, disabused David of that delusion and a kind of uneasy truce has existed between us ever since. We are the two youngest guys in the office, and in that sense we hang together and help each other out. But David knows that he most def is NOT my supervisor in any sense of the word.
Well, a couple months ago, I’m sitting in the bar at a hotel not far from the office, waiting for this girl I’m supposed to hook up with. Who walks in but David and his girlfriend and they sit at a table next to mine. David introduces me to his girlfriend, Jasmyn, and asks me what’s up. I tell him that I am in the process of being stood up. “The bitch just texted me and said her aunt suddenly came in from out of town. Can you believe it!! I haven’t been stood up by a girl since 7th grade.” We had a good laugh at that. Well, David and Jasmyn did; I was still a little hurt.. We made small talk while we each finished our drinks. Jasmyn flirted some, I suppose to make me feel better about having been stood up. I flirted back. When it was time to order another round. I begged off, saying I thought I’d go somewhere for a bite to eat. Jasmyn spoke up: “Our place is close by. Why don’t you come home with us and I’ll throw together a salad or something?” David looked only slightly surprised, but the three of us headed off. I picked up the bar tab with one of the Josiah-paid credit cards.
We get to their place and David immediately heads to the kitchen to mix another round of drinks,, Jasmyn sits me on the two seater couch in the living room and plops down next to me, and picks up on the flirting, but more intense. She’s groping my genitals through my trousers, and by the time David emerges from the kitchen with the drinks, Jasmyn has my shirt off and she’s nursing on my nipples while her hand in in the waistband of my pants, fondling my genitals, which are, as usual, readily accessible since i don’t wear underwear. Strange. David says nothing, but he sits down in a chair across the room and watches the action.
And the pace of the action picks up considerably. Within minutes, Jasmyn has me undressed and I’ve helped the lady slip off her dress. Jasmyn too, is not wearing underwear (can women go “commando”?) and i am eating out Jasmyn’s pussy. After a good 15-20 minutes of that, Jasmyn and I are fucking like rabbits on the couch. David has put down his drink, pulled out his cock and is jerking off like a school boy. Jasmyn has two orgasms. On the second of these, I unload with a 4 day supply of cum. Jasmyn is in ecstasy. David had shot about three loads into his hand and eaten them (although it was difficult for me to keep count of David’s activities, the lady commanding the vast bulk of my attention).
After the sex, Jasmyn get off the couch and still naked, goes into the kitchen to make some dinner. It is awkward as hell to try to make small talk with David, so I walk into the kitchen, naked as well, and take Jasmyn from behind while she’s at the sink, washing vegetables. David is standing in the doorway, still dressed, but with his fly undone and his cock and balls hanging out, jerking off while I am fucking his girlfriend’s ass and fingering her pussy. Jasmyn has her third orgasm of the night.
Well, a salad finally gets thrown together, and the three of us sit down to eat (David dressed, Jasmyn and I still naked}. After dinner, I dress, peck the lady on the cheek and excuse myself.
Since that evening, David and I have had an uneasy truce at the office. We never mentions that evening again, except periodically, David invites me over to dinner with them. I always decline. David complains that Jasmyn will not have sex with him anymore. I tell him to be patient, she’s a good woman and a hell of a sexpot. She’s as horny as a toad and she’ll come around..
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
My fag of opportunity (Rich – see “Opportunity Knocks” below) called earlier this afternoon. He said he missed me. I explained that I had been out of town in Europe for a while. He said he really needed my cock and asked if he could come over to give me a blow job and eat a load of my cum. I said he needed to bring some cash. I didn’t say how much and Rich didn’t ask. Thirty minutes later, he was at my office. “I’ve got some money” he said as he handed over a wad of cash and dropped to his knees between my spread legs. I counted ten crisp $100 bills. “Is that enough?” he asked. “I didn’t have time to go to the bank,” he explained. I said nothing, but didn’t stop him from going down on my cock. He spent about 15 minutes working a load out of me. “Oh God!” he exclaimed. “That was wonderful,” as he cleaned off my dick and tucked it back into my jeans.
“You can go now.” I dismissed the bitch. Rich left my office a happy man. I know he considered it $1000 well spent.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
Professor Fag loved my dick. He wouldn’t just give me a blow job. He would make love to my cock: long, drawn out sessions where the fag would lick and suckle on my tool for what seemed like hours before he would finally engulf it in one motion, with his nose instantly in my pubes and his throat spasming in ecstasy. Fuck! The dude worshiped my cock. “Love” is not a strong enough word. And as much as he loved to be skull-fucked, he loved to be ass-fucked even more.
And the bitch was ALWAYS willing and anxious. If a chick wouldn’t put out, or was a lousy fuck, I’d call Professor Fag after I dropped the cunt off at her sorority house or wherever and tell him I was coming over. Professor Fag always said “sure, great.” and never said “no.”
And I quickly learned that as much fun as it was to fuck him, it was even more fun to fuck WITH him; to fuck him up. This is consistent with my underlying philosophy that you always should keep a fag off guard. A man never lets a fag get too comfortable.
So, I started calling him at odd hours telling him to get ready for me. 3:00am sometimes. Sometimes I would text him and tell him to meet me in his office after his 10:00am Econ seminar. Sometimes I would call him and tell him I was coming over and then not show up for hours. Sometime I would call the bitch and tell him I was on my way, and then walk into his house 30 seconds later.
The fag never knew when I was gonna show up. But the fag never said no, and never was not ready, willing and anxious for my dick. Just the way a fag should be.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
My sophomore year, I took an economics course: large (125 seats,maybe) tiered lecture hall. Class met twice a week for 90 minutes at a time. During warm weather, I attended class in my usual gear: shorts (sometimes cargo shorts, sometimes gym shorts) and a sleeveless tee shirt, or maybe a wife beater, and flip flops. I liked to sit front and center, and WTF, 90 minutes is a long time for a teen age man to go without some kid of sexual stimulation, and so frequently, by the time class was approaching being over, i was taking notes with my right hand and stimulating myself.with my left (nice being ambidextrous as well as ambisexual), Sometimes even reaching into the waistband of the shorts to get at my cock directly (haven’t worn underwear since i was maybe 6 years old, so that made tings even easier).
After one such session of intense economics and self-stimulation, as he was dismissing the class, Professor Fag said “Mr. Xxxxxxx (that’s me), please see me in my office this afternoon at 5:00.”
At about quarter to six (I could have been on time, but I wanted to see how long the bitch would wait for me) I knocked on his office door. He said to come in. As I approached His desk, he started in: “Mr. Xxxxxx, I can’t help noticing …..”
I interrupted. “You wanna suck it now?”
He gasped and licked his lips. He didn’t have to say anything more. I moved around to the back of his desk and pulled down my shorts.
“Not here. Not now.” he protested. “Someone might walk in and see.”
“And?” I queried. “I been saving a load for you all afternoon.”
There was nothing more to say. In a flash, Professor Fag was on his knees and my cock was buried balls deep in his throat. The professor was quite an accomplished cock-sucker, but iI still made him work a good 15 minutes to win his reward. I pulled out and as he eagerly cleaned my cock, I said, “write down your address and cell phone number. I got an Econ quiz next week to study for, but after I;m done studying, I’ll want to come over and fuck your ass.”
It actually was almost 1:00 am when I called Professor Fag and said I was on my way over. I really hadn’t spent much time studying Econ, but there was a hell of a pick up basketball game at the gym and I was all sweaty when I finally arrived at his place, having come straight from the gym and all unshowered. It turned out, he liked me that way.
And thus started an awesome multi-year man and fag relationship.
