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F*ck Me, Daddy!
One thing I like about older men is their straightforward, no-nonsense approach to hook up. I snagged one who was staying nearby at a temporarily rented accommodation.
I was just walking towards the entrance of a swanky new mixed-use development, when a man in business attire waved cheerily at me from some distance. I politely waved back, and fell in step with him. He was carrying some food and bottled water.
"How was the traffic?" he asked.
"Manageable," I said, while giving him a quick once-over. He was shorter than average and looked like your typical Chinese business man. What he lacked in height he made up with a bubbly gregarious personality, which put me at ease instantly.
The unit he rented was empty and cool when we entered. Immediately to the left of the door, there was an open pantry and right ahead, there was a drop leaf table that served as a dining/working space. At the far end was a sleek leather sofa facing a TV unit mounted on a wall. There was a balcony but I couldn't see much as the curtains were drawn against the evening heat.
"Drinks?" he offered. I took a bottle of beverage from him and drank up. We made some small talk, just to ease into each others' company.
We hugged for what seemed like an eternity, then he grabbed my crotch. "Hard already, huh."
"I haven't cum for weeks," I explained.
"Let me help you," he said in a teasing tone.
We undressed without much fuss. I was surprised to see his thin, black bikini briefs. Well dressed to the core, this guy.
He took my arm and led me to the only bedroom behind that TV wall. It was sparsely furnished with a double bed, a bedside drawer and a sleek white clothes rack.
We tumbled onto the bed and touched each other ferociously. His thighs and legs were so powerfully built and his bum could be the envy of every bottom. He pecked me on the lips, as if trying to test waters, then we went full on French kiss. His tongue danced expertly with mine, while his hands groped me everywhere. I shivered at his every touch.
I tossed him so that he was on his back, then I licked and sucked at his hardening nipples. He was freshly showered and smelled delicious. As I serviced him, his cock rose to life and poked at my thigh. I took it in hand and jerked it languidly.
Now that his nipples were wet and pointy, I tackled his dick instead. It was of average size, which was easy to suck without much difficulty. I sucked him to the root then slowly licked the sides of his shaft. His soft big balls were warm to the touch. At this point, he was moaning softly.
Once he had enough, he swapped places with me. I lay on the big soft bed and enjoyed being sucked by him. As if possessed, he deep-throated me till I felt tingles down my back. I pulled him up with a warning that I was close to orgasm. "Oh, must not let you off so soon," he said cheekily, and attacked my nipples.
His tongue circled my areola, then he vacuum sucked my nipples in turns till I was moaning incoherently. My hands tweaked with his nipples and my feet swept against his ass weakly while he played me enthusiastically.
I found myself getting high and sweating buckets even though the air conditioning was on full blast. He rimmed my ass next, which made my toes curl in intense pleasure. I warned him that I was getting close but he carried on anyway, making me squirt big globs of cum all over my abs and chest.
"Wanna get fucked?" he asked. I was getting tired but the sudden orgasm wasn't fulfilling enough, so I agreed.
He went to look for condom and lubricant, while I adjourned to the en-suite. I washed off my cum and douched as best as I could. He looked on with a smile, then brought me a clean towel.
I patted myself dry and laid the cloth on the bed. I lay on it and helped myself to his lube. He rolled a condom on and lubed generously. I fingered myself till a few digits went in and out smoothly.
"Ready?"
I nodded.
"If pain, let me know," he said reassuringly.
I guided him to ease his head into my opening. It took a few tries before he entered correctly. I pushed out my muscles as much as I could to accommodate his shaft. A dullness settled once his full length was parked inside my chute.
"Pain," I whispered. It had been months since my last fuck, so I was grateful to see him taking it slow and applying even more lube.
I nodded once the pain melted into pleasure. He smirked and went full speed, rocking the bed so roughly that it drowned my moans. He drilled me without mercy yet at the same time he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately. My legs wobbled with effort, and I felt my dick growing harder again.
He placed his head next to mine and I whispered naughty things. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so good, yeah, fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy!"
Those words seemed to spur him on and he slammed harder than before. All at once he grunted and spasmed in me, then I felt him unloading powerfully into the condom.
I got a kiss from him as reward. We hugged a while before he pulled out, taking care to wrap the condom in some tissues. I grabbed a few myself to wipe the sweat and lube off my body.
We showered separately then dressed up. He was eager to get back to his family, and so was I. We exchanged numbers and promised to meet again.
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Stairwell Shag, Part 2
(Here’s part 1: https://hoehoeyeah.tumblr.com/post/633458314178691072/stairwell-shag)
It was on a drizzly, cool evening that I arranged to meet with the hunky daddy again. I had a smooth journey, as the roads were devoid of cars and a storm was threatening from a distance.
After parking my car, I killed the engines, sat back and texted daddy of my arrival. He was caught up in a situation and told me to wait.
The boner I was having died down as time dragged on. When he gave me the all-clear, I half-heartedly went in search of him. Since I was already here, I might as well have a good time.
Like last time, daddy waited for me near the entrance of a dark stairwell. As I approached, he gestured me to go onto the stairs while he kept a lookout. Satisfied that there was no prying eyes outside, he quietly shut and locked the door.
My eyes were barely adjusted to the now total gloom when a switch was flicked and light flooded the base of stairs. We appraised each other. Daddy was wearing a sleeveless tee and nylon sports shorts, while I was in my work attire.
"Long day at work huh?" he asked in that rich deep voice of his.
"Yeah," I said wearily.
"Come, have a seat. " He pulled out a plastic chair. "Let me freshen up ya."
I waited, while he disappeared up the stairs to an abandoned washroom. I scanned my hookup apps. None were promising.
When he came back, he switched off the light and brought me up to a landing. There was a brief flash of fire as he lit some weed and took long deep drags from it. The smell was overpowering, but not as strong as cigarette's.
Daddy came close and hugged my waist with one hand and the other one holding the joint slung over my clothed shoulder. He mashed his crotch against mine, making us both swell with urgency. He flashed me a knowing grin and grabbed my junk with his free hand. "Still wearing that chastity cage eh, boy?"
Hearing those words made me instantly hard. "Yeah, daddy," I gulped weakly. "I'm all yours."
He smirked, set aside his weed and kneaded my buns with both his hands. His thick fingers then danced assuredly down my back, the sides and thighs. Like a prey caught by a predator, I could only stand still while he stripped me, item by item till I was stark naked.
Daddy smirked and latched his tongue on my nipple, sucked hard then traced circles around it. In the darkness there was a ferocity to his actions and my heart raced at the thought that someone might discover us. I kept quiet as he inspected the device that kept my hard-on in check, then yanked hard at it for fun. My dick strained in its tiny confinement, which seemed to amuse him.
Daddy's aura of manliness expanded when he shrugged himself out of his clothes. His smooth toned body seemed to glow in the dark. "Suck me," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.
I went down on my knees, knelt on the dusty landing and brought my face close to his crotch. Wafts of sweat and pheromones intoxicated my senses as I took in his soft phallus. His low hanging balls slapped against my chin while I blew him gently. Once he was half-hard, I spat out his thick cock and sucked on his bull balls in turns until they were glistening.
"Good boy," he patted me, then disengaged. He rummaged through his bag, put on a rubber cock ring and smoked on his joint. Within mere seconds, his cock grew thick, rock hard and veiny, just as I remembered and liked.
Daddy pulled a chair and sat on it, smoking away while I worked on his cock, balls and nipples. He threw his head back and sighed appreciatively. Sometimes he yanked me by the hair to redirect my actions: deep-throat till I choke, suck and nibble on the nipples or tongue his balls. He seemed to like to fuck my face, always thrusting hard till I gagged, then slowing down and thrusting again, balls deep to make sure I didn't miss any part of his cock.
His finished his joint and signalled me to get up. Daddy turned me around and I braced myself against a wall. "I'm gonna fuck your thighs, boy," daddy whispered. "Don't worry I'm not going inside your hole."
With that assurance, I snapped my legs as close as I could and held tight. Daddy spat onto his hand and slicked his cock with the saliva, then he fucked my thighs without a word. I felt his bulbous head slipping into the gap between my thighs. His rod was thick and iron hard. "Tighter," he instructed. I obliged, and bent lower so he could use me better as his fuck sleeve.
After what seemed like an eternity, daddy stopped, spun me around and gestured for me to sit on a step. "I'm gonna cum on your face, alright?" he said, rather than asked. He needn't my permission anyway.
Daddy towered over me and jacked off while his chest was heaving with the intensity of the moment. I stuck out a tongue and grinned devilishly at him, revelling in the crude snapshot of ebony and ivory that is our sweaty bodies.
With bellows deep like thunder, daddy rained torrents of cum down my face, neck and torso, soaking almost every inch in white. One of my eyelids was sealed shut with his man juice. I licked a corner of my mouth and tasted his bittersweet seeds.
Daddy sighed in satisfaction, muttered thanks, then walked past me to go wash himself at the nearby toilet. I followed him barefooted to rinse away remnants of our rendezvous.
We dressed up, and he was back to his normal self, talking to me about nothing in particular. "We should meet again, at someplace nicer," he said. I concurred.
We waited for a while and he checked the surroundings. Once the coast was clear, he gave me a signal.
I left. The rain was just starting in earnest.
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J
It was a Wednesday night when I got off work and arranged to meet a geeky guy, J, for some fun. I stood waiting near a kopitiam under his condominium and within minutes he walked over cautiously towards me. I waved in polite recognition.
J was a lil' shorter than average, dressed in black tee and shorts. His big eyes crinkled up in a smile behind his gold-rimmed glasses as he approached. I fell in step beside him and followed his way back up to his unit. We chatted on some light topics as warm-up. He seemed harmless and cute.
By the time we reached his place, I saw his housemate and friends were hanging out in the hall. J ignored them and led me straight into his bedroom.
The small room was brightly illuminated. There was an open window at a corner, and next to it were a shelf and a table. A small wardrobe stood by the side of a king size bed. I spotted some discontinued Ikea items and figured he had been living on his own, moving around different places for some time.
I sat on his bed, while J closed the window and stood in front of me. "So... how?" he asked.
I shrugged and shifted a bit, making some space for him. He plopped down next to me. I groped his chest, while his hand made its way to my inner thighs, caressing then resting there.
"When was your last time having fun?" I inquired.
"Last week. You?"
"Last month."
We fondled each other, waiting for the conversation outside to die down. J stood up at some point, and I did too, facing him. I cupped his pecs, and he sighed a little, then lifted his shirt. His torso was trim but had some definition, especially around biceps. He shucked his shirt and shorts in one go, freeing his half-hard dick. Apparently he went commando. I took some time to ease myself out of my work clothes.
Naked, we stood awkwardly facing each other. I broke the ice by stepping closer to him and touching his chest. It was warm and firm, likely the results of his consistent workouts. I inched my head close to his right nipple and latched onto it. Slow drags of the tongue around the areola followed by quick vacuum suck of the nipple and beating the whole tongue against the pec. Within seconds his cock grew firmer and throbbed against my arm. He took long breaths to stifle his moan and pressed my head against his chest, urging me to suck harder. I was more than willing to service him, giving both pecs the appropriate loving they sorely needed.
J's legs trembled from the pleasure and he moved to lie on his bed, legs outstretched. His eyes rolled as I made his nips warm and wet. I moved downwards to inspect his hard-on. It had a delicate purplish-pink head atop a straight stalk. Short, neatly trimmed pubes tickled my face as I swallowed his whole cock in one go, feeling it expand in my mouth. It fitted just right, without choking me or tickling the back of my throat. I eagerly sucked from root to tip and applied as much pressure as I could, while playing with his balls, nipples and thighs. Low growls escaped his throat. A few times he tried to stop me as he was close to cumming. "Bro, you're so good." I winked at him and smiled.
Taking the time to savour J properly, I slowed down my pace and switched to nibbling his nipples, licking his earholes and kissing his neck. I was trying to get some reaction out of him, but he wasn't sensitive and ticklish. Finally, I swept my tongue down his torso, tasting his lightly sweaty/salty skin and skimming past his stomach. He made some sounds of ecstasy. I felt happy to have made this cute geek moan.
After a while, I was tired and I lay next to him. He turned his body so he was resting on his side, and we jerked each other off. I saw the muscles of his arms ripple as he stroked my shaft which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. Noticing that, he asked, "did you wash?"
"Yeah," I managed to whisper. His hand was working wonders on me.
J surprised me by sitting up and then going down on me, taking my whole cock in his mouth. He offered me a slow, steady and tender blowjob. I could feel myself getting harder than usual in his moist and warm mouth. I let him play for a while before patting him away and returned the favour.
I deep-throated J slowly, burying my nose into his pubes and feeling his cock lodging against the back of my throat. Once he got used to it, I made faster and shallower movements, pushing him quite close to the edge. He held my head to stop me and asked where should he cum. I left it up to him but he seemed uncertain, troubled even. In the end I said, "just cum in my mouth."
With that sorted out, J didn't hold back anymore and rapidly plunged his sword down my throat. His hands held my head with the palms over my ears and I could only hear the sounds of his skull-fucking. His hips thrust with animal fervour and with a quiet warning, he unloaded. Thick, tangy cum gushed into my mouth, as he held my head firmly by the ears, stopping me from going any lower. His dick pulsated in the warm bath he created. I counted fifteen. I swallowed it all in a satisfied gulp.
J looked dumbfounded when he tried to grab some tissues for me to spit his cum out and saw that I had already swallowed. He helped twist my nipples as I lay back and jerked off in earnest. Seeing J's well-defined body made me shoot in no time onto my abs. J was astounded at the volume and viscosity of my cum. He passed me a thick wad of tissues and I took care to wipe myself clean, without spilling anything onto his sheets.
We dressed, and he walked me out, all the way to my car. We chatted about nothing in particular to ease back into normality.
Later that night, J thanked me and gave his number. Hopefully we'll see each other again.
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Noah, Part 2
I was craving for some fun but had no luck catching anyone from the apps. Rather serendipitously, Noah, a buddy shot me a text after work, asking whether I wanted to hook up as his parents were away. I agreed immediately. It had been almost two years since I last fucked with him (read here: https://hoehoeyeah.tumblr.com/post/180919823789/noah).
I worked out a sweat, walking around trying to locate his apartment. When I turned up at his door, he chided me, "how can you not remember where I live?" I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile.
We lost our clothes in a jiffy, and Noah held my hand as he led me into the bathroom. He adjusted the temperature, and watched as I washed myself. Feeling awkward, I pulled him in. I pumped some citrus-scented shower gel onto my hand and washed his pubic area. He did the same to mine. Before long, we were horsing around like old friends.
"Can you help me... suck?" Noah asked hesitantly.
"Of course," I said, giving him a naughty smirk. Then and there, I got down on my knees and took in his thick cock with bulbous head, which was now half-hard. It grew as I deep-throated him, filling my oral cavity snugly. I caressed his pecs, thighs and ass. Without a doubt, Noah had grown from a twink-ish boy to a hunk-ish young man. I braced my palms against his bubby butt and pulled him towards me with every deep suck. Once we got into a rhythm, he face-fucked me like he owned me. He would've cummed if we kept this up, but he didn't want to waste it now, so we got up and out.
I towelled myself dry under the ceiling fan in Noah's room, while chit-chatting with him. It felt intimate to catch up with each other while having foreplay, but it certainly was distracting too.
I sucked his thick cock until it was slobbery wet, then we got onto his bed and assumed 69 position. He treated me to a mean, vigorous blowjob, even deep-throating me sometimes, while I worked on his distractedly. For a top, he has a rather skilful mouth.
We played with each other's nipples, mine more sensitive than his, while masturbating side-by-side on the bed. I love his current look: all the right curves in the right places, hard cock in hand, eyes gazing lustily at mine.
For the next act, I lubed up my rosebud and passed him a foil of condom I brought (he ran out and didn't replenish). I was on all fours when Noah eased his girthy meat column into my tight hole. We kept re-applying lube and he patiently inched in, bit by bit. I was sweating and breathing heavily throughout this ordeal of getting used to his size and having a foreign object invading my space.
Once Noah entered me to the hilt, there was a dull fullness. He rocked his hips gently, as I tried to push my muscles out to accommodate him. When he felt I was accustomed, he slammed deep then pulled out with only the tip in, then rammed all the way in again. I was skewered in this way, till my legs got wobbly. Pleasure started to blossom from deep within, then spread out to other parts of my body.
When I got tired of this position, I requested switching to missionary. I was on my back and he had to bend his knees as the bed was lower. He hit me at funny angles which gave me more pain than pleasure, so we didn't keep this position for long. I let him rest on his back while I rode him till my thighs cramped (sooner than I thought). Helpfully, he asked me to stay still while he drilled from below.
In the end, I lay on my stomach and he ploughed me from behind. My hole now had gotten so used to him that he could glide in and out with ease. Both of us were surprised at the lack of resistance. I tried to tighten my ass lips against his hot, throbbing rod, but he was unperturbed, fucking me mercilessly till all my defences were down. I could only stay still and hold his ass, while he worked his way with my battered hole. At this point, I was moaning and curling my toes. He was so damn good.
Noah came with a grunt, while thrusting deep inside me. He shivered as he unloaded, and I could feel his warmth down there. Although the sex was mind-blowing, I didn't come. He offered to jerk me off but I declined and went to wash up in the bathroom.
After I was done, he went in to take his shower, with the door open and his smooth perky butt in full view. Watching him from afar, I slowly dressed up and engaged him in small chats so he won't think of me badly for checking him out like this.
Noah waved me off at his front door, and I bade him goodbye, walking away with a slight limp and fluids oozing out of my hole onto my pants.
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Dylan, Part 2
On a Friday evening I received an unexpected invitation from an old fun buddy, Dylan (you can here our first encounter here: https://hoehoeyeah.tumblr.com/post/190325569668/dylan). We had been keeping in touch since we last parted and had arranged to meet a few times but to no avail. This time, as luck would have it, we were both nearby, free (I had just gotten off from work) and in the mood for sex. Game on.
I arrived at his place in less than 10 minutes. After a quick shower and douching, I followed him into his bedroom. He turned off the ceiling lights, and switched on some decorative LED lighting in a jar. It was just enough to cast some light to the otherwise impenetrable darkness.
Dylan tapped on my shoulders and I got onto my haunches, savouring his taut, lithe body with my tongue. I licked his right nipple, and tweaked his left one with my fingers. Gentle to start with. He got into it pretty fast, and pulled my head closer to his chest, forcing me to suck it harder. I obliged and breathed in the sweet scent of his body. His throbbing cock, still encased in a tight pair of boxer briefs, was humping against my body for some relief.
Once I had enough of munching on his "buns", I eased myself downwards and pushed my face into his bulge. It was warm and musky, just I had imagined it to be. I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband, and yanked it down to reveal a hardon that bounced and slapped against my face. It was oozing some pre-cum on the tip, so I licked it off. It tasted sweet.
We moved to the bed, or should I say, large mattress on the floor. He sat with his back against the wall, legs splayed out comfortably. I ate out his chest again, then moved to his cock, which was just the right size for me to deep-throat without gagging. I swallowed him to the root and contracted my throat muscles, making him moan in delight, then I pulled out almost to the tip and swirled my tongue around the dick head. His hands were busy moving about: caressing the back of my head, grabbing my arms, twiddling my nipples etc. Occasionally, he would hold my head still and fuck my throat slowly, gently, but mostly, he let me take charge. I sucked his balls, one at a time, and felt shivers along his skin. His cock throbbed even more. I caressed his inner thighs and kissed his pelvic area.
"Enough?" he asked me, gently.
"Yeah," I said, eager for the next act.
I helped myself to his lube and took time to stretch out my hole in anticipation of his thick stick. Once he put on a condom, I lubed his cock generously, then let him ease past my tight entrance. He patiently inched in and out, then applied some more lube as he attempted to make his way past my sphincter ring. I felt a slow burn, as he pried me apart and practically skewered me on his meat stick. Beads of sweat started forming on my back. Dylan kindly wiped them off with a towel, before humping me shallowly.
Soon as I got used to his girth in this doggy position, he sped up. Obscene noises of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated in the dimly lit space. Dylan drilled me with no mercy, like a predator tearing into its prey. Pain and pleasure intermingled as I moaned incoherently, my body not within my control. My arms gave way and I could only propped my body up on elbows, as he dropped to a squat fuck that seemed to have reached deeper. My tight rosebud had loosened to accommodate his relentless onslaught. I let my mind go and felt my hard on rubbing against the mattress, as he ploughed me shallow and deep alternately.
"You - feeling - good? Nice?" he asked, each word punctuated with a deep fuck.
"Yeah," I managed to whisper. With him atop me now, he nailed my prostate easily, hitting me so good that I felt like peeing and cumming handsfree. I tried to hold back, to savour the moment, but it was disrupted by Dylan saying that he was close.
"I'm cumming. Do you want me to cum now?" he asked.
"Of course," I said.
Dylan held me tight and rammed his cock deep inside me, unloading torrents of cum into the condom. I felt warmth flooding my backyard, and he hugged me thus, spent and exhausted. "You haven't cum?" he asked.
"No," I admitted.
"Do you want me to help?" he offered.
"No need," I said.
Dylan pulled himself out of me carefully, then disposed of the used condom. I wiped the sweat off my back and the fluids near my butt, before I took another quick shower.
When I came out and was dressing up, Dylan sat with his undies back on, and engaged me in conversation. He felt a bit bad for cumming without me orgasming, I suppose. I assured him it was nothing. I was glad to have helped him shoot his week's load, to be honest.
I left him with big smiles on our faces, and I was already missing him.
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Stairwell Shag
It was a boring Saturday morning when someone struck up a conversation with me on one of those apps. Although he was older, married and discreet, he seemed genuinely interested in meeting me. After a few false starts, we settled upon a time and place. I was all showered, douched and dressed when he postponed our meeting. I didn't want to waste my prep, so I acquiesced.
After I arrived at his old office building, I waited for about ten minutes. I was about to call it quits when a dark-skinned man wearing a bandana, sleeveless tee and shorts appeared near the basement parking entrance. He waved at me, signalled to follow him and walked off briskly.
My eyes took a while to adjust to the gloom, when he brought me to a dark, seemingly abandoned stairwell. He flicked a switch and a lamp turned on, illuminating a weight bench, some dumb bells, personal belongings, bottled water and such. "My friend stays here. He's a guard, and top, like me," he explained with a smile.
He switched on a table fan, then unrolled a black mat to cover the steps and landing. My heart palpitated at the thought of having public sex with this strange man I barely knew. "Relax," he whispered, putting his arms around my waist. "You seem nervous, and sweaty." Despite my reservations, I hugged him back and felt his buns of steel, his sleeping python pressed against my crotch. He smelled of musk and tobacco.
We took off our shirts and I admired his hairy chest, toned arms and slight paunch. "Lockdown effect, huh," I remarked.
"Yeah," he grumbled. "I used to work out a lot and looked better."
He locked his lips with mine, and his facial hair brushed against my chin as we savoured each other. I stuck my tongue into his mouth but it wasn't well received. "Lips only," he said. I let him lick my chin, cheek and ears, while my hands were wandering up and down checking out his physique.
With the tenderness of a lover, he sucked and played with my nipples, making them hard and wet. I tried to stifle my moans to avoid alerting the occupants of the building (we were at a stairwell after all). He munched on my chest ravenously, while I tweaked his nipples. His hands were on mine, imploring me to squeeze harder, so I did. His pecs felt like solid mounds of meat.
After taking off our shorts and underwear, the differences of our skin tone were magnified. Ebony and ivory, one could say. He lighted a cigarette and took a few drags while I stared at his long and thick cock with a bulbous head, with a matching heavy set of low hanging balls. I wondered if that meat stick would fit into my notoriously tight anus, as I licked and sucked on his nipples. I squatted and took a deep breath before engulfing his cock. It filled me up nicely, up to a point. I couldn't deep throat that monster just right now, so I wet it with saliva and moved on to sucking his balls. One at a time, then both together. He shuddered and sighed, "yes, baby, you're so good."
Once I made him all hard and wet, he put on a cock ring and condom. I availed myself of his tiny bottle of lube, pushing one then two digits in and out my butt. My hard-on dripped a long string of pre-cum while I was on my knees lubing myself up. He took a cloth to wipe it off, then asked me to spread my knees further apart. I did so, in addition to arching my back, thrusting my hips up and out.
He gently fingered me using his thick digits, and it burned at every invasion. After what felt like eons, he slapped his rubbered stick on my cheeks. I tried to relax and regulate my breathing as much as I could, but it still hurt when he, holding his dick, pushed the bulbous head in. I realised that the pain was coming from his knuckles pressing hard against my bum. I was sweating profusely at this point, and he met with resistance. Sensibly he stopped and applied more lube before trying again. I told him his knuckles were hurting me, but he said he couldn't enter if he wasn't holding his cock. He couldn't get fully hard, it seemed. I sighed and resigned myself to my fate.
"You know, there was a young Chinese bottom I fucked once. Early twenties, he used poppers and managed to take me in," he told me.
"I see," I said.
"Do you take poppers?"
"No."
Multiple failed attempts at doggy style made us switch to missionary. I lay on the mat, spread my legs wide and pushed my ass out as if trying to take a dump. He carefully entered. There was a dullness, then "plop", it went in entirely. After thickest part (the head) cleared the way, the rest was smooth and easy. Both of us were sweating a lot by now. He hugged and kissed me while he ploughed me shallow.
Soon as I got used to his girth, he picked up speed and rammed me with reckless abandon. Sounds of meat slapping on meat reverberated in the stairwell. He suddenly pulled out, then it was difficult to re-enter. We applied more lube, and he pushed in slowly. Soon enough, there was a rhythm to our movements, almost trance-like and it felt so hypnotic, so good.
We changed to doggy position. Sweat was rolling down my back and sides, as he held the back of my neck for support. He drilled me with no mercy, yet I felt so full and even pushed back to meet him. I squeezed his dick with my ass lips, hoping to push him over the edge. He was nowhere close, and continued hammering the daylights out of me.
With a sigh, he patted my bum and signalled me to stand up. We disengaged and I followed him down the stairway. At a turning, he told me to hold on to the railing with one leg up. He pushed in with barely any trouble and ploughed me from behind. Anyone looking down from a higher floor would've noticed this pair of men fucking like rabbits. I placed a palm on his smooth bum and felt the contractions of his every movement. We tried to keep quiet, but it was proving difficult with our body parts smacking each other like this.
We fucked in doggy position once more before he called it off. He withdrew from me completely, his condom still intact and empty. He moved a plastic chair to the landing and laid a cloth on a step. Exhaustion was all over his face as he sat and lit a cigarette. I perched my bare ass on the cloth and serviced his nipples. He shivered as though there was electricity passed through his body. "Sensitive la, after fucking," he said. I locked my lips on his right pec and vacuum-sucked his hairy tit. He seemed to like it.
Now relaxed, he rolled a blunt and took some deep whiffs. I was trying to deep-throat his humongous cock but still couldn't take it without choking, so he offered me his pot. I clumsily took a drag but did it wrongly. He took one large drag and kissed me, passing me the vapour in such way. As far as I could tell, there was barely any effect on me. I shrugged, and sucked his balls again.
"Can I ask you a favour?"
"Yeah," I said, still licking his nipple.
"Rim me, please?"
"Did you wash?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
He dropped down on his knees and assumed plank position on the flight of stairs. The ridges and valleys of his back and ass looked inviting in this light. I squatted behind him to get a lick of his anus. It was hairy but clean and odourless. I ran my tongue up and down his crack, then pushed the tip of my tongue into his tight rosebud. It tasted slightly bitter, but it wasn't a turn off for me. He moaned and seemed to really enjoyed it.
"Yes, argh, baby, yes, some more, some more, baby."
After he was satisfied, we went back to blowjob. He savoured his weed, looking really relaxed as I serviced his nips, cock and balls. With a free hand, he tweaked my nipples.
For the grand finale, he stood up, held my head and fucked my mouth. I was tired of the blowjob and just let him took over control. His pre-cum and my spit flew out sometimes as he withdrew entirely then plunged back in. As a show of dominance, he pulled out and slapped his meat stick against my face, smearing my cheeks, nose, mouth and chin with our bodily fluids. I locked my eyes with his and stuck out my tongue to taste his piss slit. He jerked his cock fast and hard, then with a howl, he rained his watery cum all over my face. It hit my left eyelid and a nostril. Half of my face was drenched with his bittersweet seed.
Rendered partially blind, I followed him up the stairs on tip toes to a tiny public washroom. At the sink, I washed off his cum from my face. He continued smoking his joint, bare toned butt looking sexy as he leaned against a wall, looking up blankly at an opening near the ceiling.
He washed himself with a bidet in the toilet while I waited, impatient to get out of this place. I refreshed my feed and a cutie chatted me up, while he waited for his body to dry and packed his things up. Good thing that earlier he gave me a small bottle of water. It was close to two hours since we started and I was beyond thirsty.
He went out first to check the surroundings, then signalled me to come out. A car honked somewhere, and someone was sitting in a car directly opposite us. I was too exhausted to give a damn. We bade each other goodbye and he told me to keep in touch.
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Bound & Used
Once in a long while I would venture into the darker side of things and have some kink encounters. There was this profile that piqued my interest as it detailed scenes of abduction but assured of mutual satisfaction and safety. I was intrigued so I struck up a conversation with the guy. He sounded quite sane and normal, aside from his fetishes. We discussed limits, do's and don'ts, and also came up with a scene.
On a weekend morning, he informed me that his place was available and invited me over to play. When I managed to locate his unit within a run-down government flat, walking along the unlit corridors was creepy enough to set the tone for what was coming.
He was waiting for me near the elevators of his floor. He was dressed shabbily, his face hidden behind a face mask and his long unkempt hair peeked out from beneath a battered cap. He patted my back and walked me to his unit, where we bumped into his next door neighbour who remarked that she hadn't seen him for some time. I smiled at her, said nothing and followed him inside.
It was a cozy space, filled here and there with everyday household items. I saw some shelves filled with books, toys and collectibles. While I was checking out the titles, he went and retrieved an old worn pair of white briefs. "For you to put on. Don't worry, I've washed it."
I put down my things on the dining table and went into the bathroom. With some trepidation, I put the prop on, dressed myself and placed my own undies in my bag. I could feel an erection rising, so I waited a while for it to subside before I joined him.
He was standing exactly where I left him. With a smile, he brought me into what I assumed was the master bedroom, which had a desk in a corner, some drawers and a single bed in the pride of place. The lights were off but I could still make out the outline of things. "Lights on or off?" he asked, after closing the door.
"Off," I said, since that would make it more real.
He went behind me and whispered, "start now yeah," before pushing me roughly onto the bed, sat on my lower back and twisted my arms so I couldn't move an inch. He took a peel of black tape and sealed my mouth shut, then smoothed it over with a longer strip. A bandana was lowered over my eyes and everything went pitch dark. While I was struggling to shake him off, he secured my right hand to a bedpost, then tied my other hand. I screamed and kicked my legs. He was pissed off and slapped my taped cheek, telling me in a dangerous growl, "shut up."
My captor hopped off me and standing at the foot of the bed, shucked the jeans off my legs in one hard yank. He sat on my thighs and secured my feet as well, leaving me spread-eagled. He laughed to himself, hugged me with a vice grip akin to a python's, and as if possessed, started kissing my taped mouth. He shoved my shirt up and licked almost every inch of my skin, neck, ears - he even bit my nipples as though trying to mark his property. I could only scream in protest, but it came out as moans.
When he finally came to my bulge, he took a long sniff, kissed the fabric covering my hard-on and humped his crotch against my leg. His saliva soaked my bulge wet. With an evil cackle, he ripped the briefs wide open, splitting the band from the rest of the fabric. He then wrapped the tatters around my cock to prop it up. Despite the humiliation, vulnerability and powerlessness of the situation, my erection persisted. The madman savoured my dick but I felt no satisfaction, only his throat and sometimes his teeth bumping against my shaft.
Once he'd had enough of a taste, he spat my dick out and edged me using a rough calloused hand. He was too forceful with my foreskin. I screamed in genuine pain and fear kicked in. How do I make him stop or at least, slow down? I couldn't see nor move any part of my body. I thought that was it. The end of everything. Pain was the only thing tethering me to this world. Sometimes there was pleasure shot through with pain and I felt like cumming, but couldn't.
When climax was nearing, dribbles of cum oozed out in a small puddle on my stomach. There was no relief at all. Before I could even recover, he ripped the tap gag off my face, forced his rubbery cock into my protesting mouth and fucked my face without a care for me. It didn't take him long to shoot his salty cum into my mouth. I let it dribble down my chin and neck. He made me lick up the remnants from his cock and balls, only letting me go after his genitals were clean. He then went out to wash himself.
I lay still, trying to get my breaths back to normal. He came back shortly, untied me and handed me a towel to wipe myself.
We made some small talk and he was back to his usual self. I told him frankly that he was too rough with my dick. He apologised and said that some guys he had played with told him to go harder. I thought it was because his own dick was cut, so he jerked harder than uncut guys.
All in all, it was a hot experience. He mentioned bringing in a long-time friend to "rape" me (with condom), but I wasn't comfortable with the idea and didn't take it up.
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Giddy
Sunday morning found me standing in front of a nondescript apartment unit, hands on phone chatting with my latest hunt. Seconds after my arrival, the door opened to reveal a short, lean build guy in tight boxer briefs who clearly had just gotten out of bed. With a smile, he ushered me into a sparsely decorated room which was dark because the curtains were still drawn. He got on the bed and I joined him after taking off everything except my briefs.
In the soft light of dawn, I registered his compact body, toned torso and short hair with a shade of red. It was awkward at first, then he broke the ice by politely introducing himself. I did the same, using a pseudonym of course.
Rather abruptly, he moved towards the centre of the bed and knelt facing me. I mirrored him and went up close to inspect his boyish physique. He reached out his fingers and twirled my nipples gently, as if assessing them. A low moan escaped my mouth, and he took it as an encouragement to exert more force. He craned his neck close to my chest and took a nip into his mouth. His tongue made circles around the areola, then teased the burgeoning bud. A wave of pleasure zapped from my tits to the rest of my body, making me shudder and go weak. I had to hold onto him for support. This was without a doubt the best nipple play I'd ever experienced, and we were off to a good start.
As my horniness built up, I got into a submissive mode. I gently pried his head and hands away from my nipples, and he leaned back on his haunches, eyes aglow with hunger. I sucked his right nipple and pinched his left one, while tugging at his hardening cock (still wrapped in undies like a present). I could feel his buds growing in my mouth and he whispered, "yes, babe, that's so nice." His cock had a good heft to it, and right now its head was glistening with pre-cum. His hands were either playing with my nips or dick, which felt like a reward for me serving him.
"Suck me?" he asked in a whisper.
I needed no encouragement as I lowered my body to take in his half hard cock. It was pointed downwards at an angle, but it easily filled up my throat. I went as far as the root of his cock, and with it lodged at the back of my throat, he couldn't help but sigh in pleasure. I took my time savouring his meat, making sure that none of it escape my tongue. In the meantime, he popped open the lubricant I brought, squeezed a dollop of it onto his index finger, then worked his way into my tight rosebud. I licked his balls and coaxed his head to give up his nectar, while he gently loosened up my ass. It felt so intimate that I wished we could do this longer, but it was time to move on.
He went off in search of a cock ring. I helped myself to more lube, breathing slowly as I manoeuvred my digits in and out of my tunnel. When he returned, I was on my stomach, ass perked up, waiting to be filled. He climbed atop me and eased his purplish head past my entrance. His girthy dick (now encircled with an elastic band at its base) was met with resistance, so he waited and applied some more lube. He made tiny shoving motions with what I could take at the moment, then in one swift go, he impaled me. It was a tight but perfect fit, and I felt whole. His gentleness melted away as he banged away in earnest. I felt him pounding against my sweet spot and tingles of electricity shot up from the bottom of my spine, then spread over my body.
"Ah, sweet, nice, babe," he leaned forward and moaned to me. The loud, obscene yet thoroughly erotic sounds of flesh hitting against flesh permeated the room. I looked back and saw his face scrunched up in concentration, and his abs rippling as he hammered me senseless. He reached out his hands for mine and interlocked our fingers, so that my arms were behind me while we fucked. At one point he nailed me so good that I was about to cum. When I told him that, he slowed down, tilted my head sideways for a kiss and gently thumbed my exposed nipple. Time trickled, as we basked in this mellow rhythm.
We swapped positions, where he lay on his back and I squatted over his crotch, with him still inside me. He gave me a seductive grin and folded his hands behind his head. I rode him slowly to get used to this new position, while I admired his exposed pits, hard nipples and solid abs (partially covered by my thighs). Once or twice, he playfully bucked his hips, throwing me up and down the full length of his dick. We held onto each other for support, as we rode on the bouncy bed. Although my cock softened, I felt very horny. I squeezed his rod with my buns every time he threw me up, making him moan as I teased him so.
Once we had enough of riding, I was back on my stomach again. He gripped my waist with one hand and pushed another against the back of my neck, as he ploughed me - sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, always making me convulse with desire. Although he was tough on me, he would check with me from time to time, whether I felt good or was there any need to slow down. Eventually, he turned down the intensity of his fucking, and repositioned us so that now we were face to face, knees bent. He pummelled my prostate, as we kissed and played with each other's nipples. "If you were my boyfriend, I would 'park' inside you every night," he said. I smiled and squeezed him with my ass lips.
This position could only sustain small movements, so it was not surprising that when he felt like cumming, we switched to missionary. "You close?" he asked me with a face of intense concentration and pleasure.
"Yeah," I said as I jerked my dick furiously.
"Where you want me to shoot?"
"Up to you la."
When he came inside me (into the condom of course), I could feel his dick spasm and his body shiver. He moaned satisfyingly, at the same time as thick globs of cum erupted from my dick. We stayed in that position briefly to recover our breaths, then he carefully disengaged from me and went out of the room.
I washed up in the en-suite, feeling my legs wobbling and my tired ass hurting. This was the best sex I'd had for a long while.
Apparently it was mind-blowing for him too, because when I waited, already dressed in the living room, I heard a loud thud. I ran over and saw him lying on the floor, eyes glassy and unresponsive even as I waved my hands at him. I panicked and was about to call for help, when he suddenly regained himself. I pulled him up and asked him whether he was fine. He told me he was tired and dizzy (poor guy over-exerted himself). I left, and later texted him to make sure he was okay.
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Snug Tunnel
On Thursday night the rain was pelting away as I stood outside a hotel lobby, waiting for my guy to come pick me up. Truth be told, it had been some months since I had any good sex, and my dick was twitching in my pants when I saw him standing near the elevators waving at me. He looked heavier and older than in the pic he sent me, but I was too horny to care.
We made small talk on the way up. He was in town for business, and had just woken up from a nap. I could see from his dishevelled auburn hair and his choice of clothes (sleeveless tee, nylon shorts) that he was indeed in a relaxed state of mind.
Once the door of his room closed behind us, he didn't approach me immediately, but went to freshen himself up in the bathroom. I put my things down and made myself comfortable on one of the twin beds.
He came out soon after, and I went in to piss and wash myself. I undressed and rejoined him after putting down my clothes on some table.
He was standing quite far away, near the full length windows and settee. He was still fully dressed while I was down to my briefs, and I hugged him thus, rubbing my bulge against his. He cupped my crotch area and gave it a firm shake, while he stuck his tongue deeper into my mouth. I could feel my eyes roll back - I went far too long without the touch of another man, and I resolved to savour every moment of this.
Naturally we made our way to the bed while we continued kissing. He took off his clothes and left them in a puddle on the floor, too engrossed in me. I straddled him and let his hard cock poke my bum, as he kissed my neck and fingered my nipples.
That continued for quite a while before he lay on his back, motionless. I took it as a cue that it was my turn to play. I licked and sucked his hardened, rubbery nipples amidst a waft of slight BO from his pits. I was equally repulsed and turned on, but I paid it no mind as I scooted downwards to have a go at his cock.
His cock was standing hard, throbbing and curving upwards, with beads of pre-cum glistening on the uncut head. I gobbled it all in one swift movement, earning his surprised moans. It tasted salty but in a good way. I bobbed my head up and down as I gave him a vigorous blowjob, while his hands were on my shoulders pushing and pulling, mimicking my head's movements.
He apparently liked it but couldn't take it so much, hence he pulled me up for a long, deep kiss. We shared the taste of his pre as our tongues duelled for supremacy. He reached for the condom on the bedside table, and I helped myself with his bottle of lube. Expertly, he tore open the foil and rolled the rubber down his thick shaft, while I coated my fingers with lube and pried my tight rosebud. It took a few attempts before I could relax my ass and push a few fingers in. I smeared some lube on his sheathed shaft, then climbed atop him.
I tried to ease his cock into my snug tunnel but it was proving difficult. We swapped to doggy position, where I spread my legs apart and arched my back. He gripped my waist, pulled me closer and slowly but firmly, he entered me. I could feel every inch of my long unused chute being filled with his column of thick, warm meat. I yelped in pain, so he slowed down and added more lube. He penetrated me to the hilt and stayed there, only making shallow thrusts to get me used to his size.
I couldn't take it any more, apologised to him and asked him to wait a bit while I went to do a more thorough cleansing of my anal cavity.
A few flushes using the bidet later, I returned and saw him jerking himself. I sucked his tits and we kissed for a while then resumed fucking.
This time, with the aid of more lube, he was able to fuck without holding back. I felt less pain - more of a dull fullness of being stretched. He managed to find my sweet spot that triggered my ecstasy. My moans and praises for him just poured out effortlessly, which spurred him on to plough me harder and faster.
Although he didn't say anything or moan at all, I could feel his orgasm nearing. He quietly drilled me with a steady rhythm, making sure I was feeling every inch of him. I reached back and braced my hand against the curve of his bubble butt, urging him to go deeper.
He came with a shudder that I felt deep inside my tunnel. He shivered a bit and pulled out carefully. No sign of shit, only droplets of water hit the floor.
I followed him into the bathroom. He grabbed two fistfuls of tissue paper, which I gladly accepted and used to wipe the sticky remains near my bum. He set the warm water for me. I stepped into the shower and let the water blast away my sweat and other fluids. Before long, he joined me and I helped wash his back and chest. I playfully tweaked his still hardened nipples. We didn't go for second round because he seemed sated and tired.
While I towelled myself dry and dressed up, we made small talks and chatted about nothing in particular, just to ease back into some sense of normality. He kindly asked me to check whether I had all my belongings with me, then bade me goodbye at the door.
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A Coffee For Your Love
An unexpected love blossoms between a talented barista and the clumsy student who frequents his cafe.
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Here he comes again, in his usual loose tee and skinny jeans. Right on time. Why doesn’t he ever bring a jacket even though he knows he’ll be shivering after a few hours? It must be because his bag is so heavy. That laptop seems to weigh a ton. Mmm, time for him to get something newer and lighter. How could such a slender body carry that brick around? I can only wonder…
Thinking of his lean body, how I want to grip his thin waist tightly from behind while I thrust deep into him and hear his moans as I stretch him out… Letting my imagination run wild gave me an instant boner. I knew this was going to happen like it has every day he came into the cafe, but I can’t help myself when I see him.
“Hi, can I get an iced latte?” Kai asked innocently as he fumbled for his card, interrupting my thoughts.
Ah, yes. His usual. I’ve already chilled a mug for his drink, exactly the way he likes it… Or rather, exactly the way I like to make him feel colder than he has to. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of his hard nipples and a bulge immediately forms underneath my pants. I bat that thought away.
“Of course, coming right up,” I tried to maintain my composure, replied with a warm smile and handed him his receipt, brushing against his fingers gently.
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Dylan
On Thursday, a lean fit guy (let's call him Dylan) texted me on one of those apps. We'd chatted before but never met. This time we exchanged pics and there was an instant spark of mutual liking. We wanted to meet on that very night, but it was too rushed, so we postponed to last night. Both of us looked forward to seeing each other, and safe to say, it was one of the rare occasions where everything went right.
Dylan sent me his address and clear instructions on how to locate his rented unit in an established neighbourhood. I walked up four flights of stairs before reaching his door. I texted him and waited for a few minutes, then the door opened and there he was, sizing me up and down with a smile in his dark coloured boxer briefs that clung to his groin and hip like second skin. Looking up, I saw his big pecs (like Chinese mantous), six packs and thick thighs all packed in a short frame, with a cute, average-looking face framed by glasses.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Dylan handed me a towel and toothbrush, then brought me to the bathroom and pointed out the necessary tools I was welcome to use: shower, hose, toothpaste in mirror cabinet etc. He left me on my own. I had a quick hot shower while admiring the simple timelessness of the bathroom's design and furnishings: functionality in mind, all necessities present, no bells and whistles. In that neat space, I felt the day's stresses melted away while I scrubbed and washed all parts of my body.
In absence of my enema kit, I unscrewed the shower head and use the hose to clean my ass. I avoided solid food since lunch time, so it was a rather short cleaning process. Dylan mentioned that he's a slow cummer: by that I assumed he could last very long, so I made sure the water ran clear. Wouldn't want a repeat of shitting the bed or pain of getting fucked by own shit.
When I was done, I towelled my hair, wiped my body then wrapped that towel around my waist. I brushed my teeth as well. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I was fresh, fragrant and confident.
Dylan, still in his boxer briefs (oh so sexy), was surprised I came out ready so soon. He went for a shower too, and I was left all alone standing awkwardly in his warm-lit room, with air con on full blast. When he came back, we made small talk, just to ease ourselves into one another's presence. It didn't take us long to warm up and got back into that cheerfully naughty chemistry we shared in our chats.
He turned off the ceiling lights and switched to ambient lighting made out flashlight from an old phone and a tented paper card. It took me a few seconds to readjust, then I saw his chiselled torso and his beckoning smile. I stepped close to him, then he placed a hand on the back of my neck and gently brought me to his man-tits. Struck by the sight of firm but pillowy chest and his easy dominant attitude, I locked my lips around his nipple and gave him a tongue bath. His warm smooth skin was such a delight to lick and suck. While his nipples never hardened, the low moans he made were enough incentive for me to give my best. I alternated between nipples, making sure while I was sucking on one, the other was serviced by my fingers. Sometimes he played with my nipples too, and sucked on them to turn me on, but most of the time he threw his head back and let me worship him.
From my half-squat stance, I could feel his hardon throbbing in the trunks and stabbing on my chest. I hugged him and rubbed my chest against his cock. "Fuck," he sighed. "Let's go on bed?"
In one swift motion, he stepped out of his undies, fished for his supplies and hopped onto the mattress on the floor. I yanked the towel off my waist and hung it on the back of a chair. My half-hard dick was swinging as I made my way towards him. What a sight: a lean fit guy sitting with his back against the wall, legs splayed, cock jutting, his eyes concentrating on the condom foil he was trying to open. "Help me," he said. I made his nipples all nice and wet, then I shifted my body downwards so that I could suck his cock.
Dylan's cock, like the rest of his skin, was pale, evenly thick from base to tip and supported by a pair of low-hanging balls. He didn't have much body hair, so it was no surprise to find only sparse pubic hair which he trimmed short. I took a lick on his piss slit, to check whether there was any pre-cum (none, to my disappointment) and I swallowed about a third of his cock. Gentle blows to start with, then quick swoops down to the root, which earned me some appreciative moans from him. I could only take about 80% of the length and by my estimation, it's well over 6 inches. Apparently my slow blowjob wasn't enough for him, so he took the liberty to thrust his rod further down my throat, making me gag. This continued for a couple more cycles, then he released me. I tackled his balls, one after the other, by sucking them in my mouth and lashing my tongue against them. Our foreplay made his cock sufficiently hard, and by the looks of it slapping against one side of my face, it was rearing to go.
He drizzled a dash of lube over his cock, and passed the small unassuming bottle to me. "Baby oil?" I asked, reading the label.
"No," he replied with a smile as he rolled a thin condom over his long schlong. "Regular water lube. Just don't want others to find out."
I squeezed a thick glob out of the bottle, and fingered myself. He watched in earnest, as I arched my back and slipped one finger, then two up my freshly cleaned hole. Prepping and putting a show for him like this made me harder, and I turned around after feeling that I was loose enough. I pushed my knees far apart from each other, lowered my back and thrust my ass out for him. He pulled me close to his body, and jammed his dick on my rear, roughly trying to find the entrance. I grabbed his cock and aligned it with my hole, then he entered very slowly. I felt my ass muscles expand and relax as he inched his way closer to me.
"Pain," I said. He stopped, and waited.
"You ok?" he asked after a while. I nodded and he thrust most of it in. There was an alien discomfort, and fullness, which was sometimes punctuated by pleasure as he grazed on my prostate. He held my waist as he fucked me slow and shallow. "Your ass is nice," he commented, then he slapped it, two on each cheek. I laughed and thanked him. I spread my knees wider apart to accommodate our height difference.
Once I got used to his length and girth, we picked up our rhythm and went faster. He ploughed me mercilessly and hammered my sweet spot so forceful that there was a sensation of cumming or peeing building up near the base of my balls. "Slow down, I might cum," I warned him. He changed to be gentler, and asked, "did you touch yourself?"
"No," I said. "See? My hands are up here."
He swapped between long, slow strokes and short, rapid fire thrusts that got me moaning and mewling like a madman. At times I felt like cumming, but he pleaded me to hold it in, so I did. I wasn't sure for how long I could hold, though.
"What if I cum over your sheets?"
"Just cum la. After that can I continue fuck you?"
"Yeah, I can cum a few more times."
"If you feel pain or not OK, just let me know, I'll stop. Don't keep quiet then later blame and block me."
"I won't," I managed to say.
Our bodies were as one. He slammed his entire length over and over into my poor ass, which I felt by now must be loosened beyond repair. I could feel the heat as his thighs slapped against mine, and his big warm hands gripped my waist. It was as if I got reduced to a fuck sleeve or a plaything to him, yet I didn't mind because it felt so heavenly. He would complement his roughness with gentle acts of kissing my back, rubbing his stubble against my skin or interlacing his fingers with mine.
I suggested and tried riding him, but I noticed he softened a bit. Knowing him, I got on all fours and we did it doggy style again. His housemate was in the next room but he gave no care, fucking me so violently that I had to yell my lungs out or else I would just explode.
"Your back sweaty," he said with a chuckle, then wiped it with an old shirt.
"Yeah, so intense," I said.
"Want a break?"
"Sure."
He pulled out and instantly I felt a void. An unnatural emptiness now that we separated.
"I need to get a new condom. See?" he said, showing me how the tip of it got fused by the heat of our motions.
After checking with me that I was good to continue, he went to have a quick rinse of his body, then returned with a fresh condom. I glanced at the time on my phone and realised we had been at it for about half an hour (I swear it felt longer).
"So how? You wanna continue? I can go very long," he said.
"How long?"
"One hour, two, depends." I couldn't conceal my awe at the thought of being used by him for the rest of the night. My thighs were getting wobbly from hearing his revelation.
"Let's try," I said.
"Good. Now help me get hard."
Some nipple play and blowjob later, he got fully hard again and we resumed with doggy position. Each thrust of his cock elicited a moan from me. I tried to play up my moans, weaving them into long, unending and dramatic strands that got him higher.
"Lie down," he said, pushing me so I was flat on my stomach. He basically slam-fucked me like that, and squat-fucked me if he got bored of the routine. My hard dick and body was thrashing against the bed, and I almost came from being stimulated front and back, but he held me tightly and there was no escape. He knew I couldn't take it anymore, so he suggested, "count to 200 for me. I want to know how many strokes I can do."
So I counted and let him know, then he added more 200s for me, till I just gave up counting and let him bang me like waves beating the seashore. Somehow counting did take my mind off thinking about cumming, but it didn't stop my horniness from building up and screaming to be unleashed.
With both of us stacked, him upon me, his arms wrapping tight around me and my hands reaching back to feel the thrust of his hips, we were both high and sweaty. This guy is a natural fucker, I thought and there was something primal about our sex that my mind just blew off, leaving my body to fend for its own.
After what felt like an eternity, he roared and slowed down. I felt contractions down my chute, and deduced that he had just cum. He was so tired he lay atop me. For a short while we stayed motionless to catch our breaths. He withdrew, and panted slightly. "Wah, fuck, so tiring. Fuck like robot," he said.
"Yeah, very intense but fun," I told him.
"You wanna cum?"
"No need," I said, "I'll take care later."
We had a bit of chit chat, and I found out he's a mixed race guy from Borneo. No wonder his stamina was so different from others.
After we both showered (separately, him after me), I gathered my things and prepared to leave. I wanted to ask if we could meet again, but before I even got to ask, he said we should exchange numbers. I gladly agreed, thanked him at the door and went off in search of supper.
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Kingsley
I was supposed to get off work earlier due to today being New Year's eve, and I had arranged to meet with someone I'd found through one of the apps. Some loose ends at work delayed my plans, but fortunately my guy (let's call him Kingsley) was still keen to see me and waited till I turned up his street.
Kingsley must've spotted me before I saw him, because he had opened his gates awaiting me. He looked better in person: short, average build, pleasant facial features. The kind of guy who gets along well with everyone and has a good humour. He greeted me in his boxers only (his dogs jumping excitedly around me) and ushered me up his room.
The day's bright and loud reality melted the moment I stepped into Kingsley's bedroom. Soft music were playing from a corner. A low salt lamp cast an orange glow over pieces of simple modernist furniture. A bookcase held neatly arranged books (most titles I was familiar with, my era lol), Pokemon plushies and some travel souvenirs. Diagonally across the room there was a small desk cluttered with computer and loose papers. Taking pride of place was a queen size bed covered in what I assumed was either a maroon or purple comforter. There were also wardrobe, laundry basket and dressing table — everything was assigned a place. I guess he's an organised person, with some taste.
I was quietly impressed but I didn't show it. After the long traffic jam I really needed to use the toilet, and Kingsley very helpfully thrust me a towel. He showed me the adjoining bathroom and told me to take a shower.
The things in his bathroom revealed more clues about him. There was a wide variety of products for hair, face and body — most honest being that white silicon masturbator sleeve sitting right next to water tap of the wash basin. I took a quick wash of my body and douched to the best of my effort, then towelled myself dry and rejoined Kingsley.
He was lying on his bed on top of the covers and playing with his phone. I placed all my folded clothes on the two-seater near his bookcase, then waited for his next move. Kingsley gave me a sly smile, and went to shower himself without another word. I sat wrapped in that towel on his bed, feeling rather relaxed. I just couldn't believe my luck in securing this hookup.
Kingsley came out, still wearing his boxers, and chided me for sitting with a wet towel on his bed. I apologised and handed over the towel, which he draped on the back of a chair. I spotted a condom foil and a fat tube of lubricant. So well prepared. He motioned for me to lie down on bed, next to him.
"So, long day at work huh..." he started.
I smiled, and flicked his left nipple with my fingers. It stiffened under my touch. Good.
Kingsley grabbed my half hard dick and jerked it slowly. Sensually, as if to memorise each feature. I took ahold of his, and was surprised to find his pubic area hairless. It took me some time to coax his cock grow to full hardness.
To ramp up the pace, I straddled him and caressed his smooth skin. "What you like?"
"Anything la," he said. "Do you chill?"
"No," I said. "How about you?"
"Nope." That was a weird question to ask at this juncture. Anyway, I moved my body down the bed and serviced his nipples. Lick, suck, bite, swirl with tongue, gentle at first then more fervent. Next I gobbled up his dick, which was smooth, hairless and nice to suck. It was neither thick nor long, just the right size to work on without tiring my jaw. I fondled his nipples while I blew him, hoping to get him horned up. He did moan a little, but otherwise was quite controlled.
After I had my fill of deep throating him, I threw myself flat on the bed. "Fuck?" he asked, but he was already reaching for his supplies.
I was actually looking forward to seeing which position Kingsley would choose, given the difference in our heights. He literally dragged my body from top of bed to the foot of it, dangling my lower body. Missionary, so be it. I held my legs wide open while he sucked my nipples and loosened up my hole with a lubed finger. I tried to relax and stop spasming. Soon I could feel my hole moist and open. He took that as good enough sign for him to enter, so he rolled on a condom, lubed us both up and eased his shaft down my chute.
I felt a dull pressure until he slid in all the way, filling me up in a wondrous way and knocking on my prostate. He looked as ecstatic as I was, yet he waited while I got used to his presence. Once I was good, he ploughed away in a slow rhythm, and I moaned like a bitch in heat. Apparently he found the spot and he just nailed it from different directions, making me high. We stopped briefly to re-lube, then continued with wild abandon. I dared not touch my very hard dick because I sensed my orgasm was near. Kingsley saw my restraint and offered to "help". He squeezed some lube onto his palm and polished my dick with it while he kept up the fucking.
What a sight it must've been: me with my legs spread open, ass up and full with his cock. I felt like cumming and tried to hold back. "I'm close," I warned him.
"Then cum la," he said in that cute sing-song voice of his.
I relaxed my whole body and let the cum shoot a high arch over the air. First shot landed on my neck, subsequent ones on my chest and stomach. I sighed in great relief as my balls emptied my thick loads of cum. Kingsley liked what he saw, and fucked me a bit more before he pulled out, snapped off the rubber then jacked off over me. "Arghh," he grunted as he came over my torso, marking me in white. There was something animalistic about this. Quite a turn on for me to watch.
Once we came to our senses again, he asked me to stay put while he retrieved a box of tissues. I wiped off most of our cum, while he went to wash his dick. I quickly washed myself in the shower and dressed up.
"Tired, can sleep," Kingsley said to me, after he showered as well. Pretty sure he was saying nice things like letting me stay the night, just to be polite. We made some light conversation, then I thanked him for having me over.
Kingsley showed me to the gates, accompanied by his loyal pups. I gave him once last smile and we parted ways. Two strangers sated their lust and had the last sex of the year.
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Second Time
Second visit to the hunky Indian muscle bear from before. Same as the last time, except that after he shot his load on my chest, I stood up, and pulled down my FBT shorts to release my meat. He was sitting on his sofa, shirtless, dick exposed and softening (beautiful thick worm with a nice big head) and I let him admire my own hard cock for a while, then I pulled my running singlet off over my head, let my shorts drop and stepped out of them.
He sat up and slurped on my rod, playing with his own nipples and then I told him to reach up and play with mine. I got to enjoy that for a while and then I said I wanted to fuck him. He knelt on the sofa, still wearing his jeans and underwear, his big fleshy bottom towards me. I gloved up and lubed myself before using my still-slick finger to probe his hole. I’d come prepared this time.
He was very responsive, moaning and thrusting back even though I only had one finger inside him - when I put in two and then three he really started making noise. I checked if he was ok, and he told me it felt so good - such a difference from the dominant oral top he had been the first time we met. I guess he (like me) also had a strong bottom side.
He sighed gratefully when I pushed into him - for a big guy, he was also nice and tight, and he was also a good and active bottom. When I put my hands on his ass I could feel firm muscles, and whenever I stopped thrusting he would push back against me, pumping his own hole on my rod. Felt really good.
He yelped the first time I smacked his bottom, but the second time he said “yeah!” enthusiastically, so I smacked him some more - he really seemed to enjoy that. I wasn’t going too hard or too rough, but he kept trying to speed up the pace.
I bent over him, my chest against his back, and gently felt his pecs and rubbed his nipples. He shuddered.
“I’m gonna fuck you for a long time,” I whispered into his ear, and he nodded. I put a hand over his mouth and gave him a hard but shallow thrusting; his muffled moans told me that he was enjoying it. He made even more pleasurable noises when I straightened up and fucked him deeper while pulling his head back by his hair.
I slowed down, because I didn’t want to cum so soon - and because I was actually pretty turned on. His dominant “suck me” attitude from before had been arousing, but having him turn into a slut for my dick, dominating this guy who was bigger than me, that was even more exciting.
I pulled out, smacked his ass and told him to strip completely. He got off the sofa and did as he was told. I could see that he was hard again, and (I think) wet with precum, and he groaned nicely for me when I slapped his erection a couple of times. I pulled off my condom and without being told he sat down naked on the sofa and leaned forward to suck me again. His hands went up automatically to my chest, and he sucked on me enthusiastically as he played with my chest - I asked him to be rougher, and he was twisting and pinching my nipples and bobbing his head back and forth on my cock so well that I nearly shot my load into his warm, wet mouth.
I stopped him, took a little break to recover. I told him I wanted to ram his ass some more, and he leaned back on the sofa and lifted his legs up, holding them to himself. His own erection was hard against his stomach, and his hole was ready and exposed for me, winking, hungry for my dick. I got another condom and put it on, and then put on a fresh lot of lube, taking my time. I rubbed by cockhead against his hole, teasing him, watching him tense and relax it.
“You want more?” I said.
“Yes,” he said, nodding hard and winking his hole at me as I slid my head around the edges of it. “Yes, yes!”
I bent my legs and slid back into him. Fuck, he was tight. I pushed in, slow, stretching him open again bit by bit, and he leaned his head back, groaning. I forced my way into him, all the way, and then moved back and forth, shallow, and slow. Only when I felt him get a bit looser did I go faster. Fucking from my hips with my legs bent wasn’t so effective. I leaned forward, braced myself against the underside of his thighs, and straightened my legs so I could plunge down into him using my thighs.
Hard.
He went wild, alternately moaning and whimpering as I wrecked his ass, moving nearly the full length of my dick in and out of him. I think it was worse because he was trapped in position, couldn’t move. He loved it. I wished I could spank his ass again.
“Fuck,” he said, in between making noises, “Fuck fuck fuck.” I was making noises, too, my sweat dripping on him as I grunted. I changed my position and straightened up, and got him to spread his legs wide. I fucked him slower, sort of medium thrusts, nice and steady. He has his hands on his chest, fingering his nips, his eyes a little glazed. I played with his balls, which had pulled up right, the size of a small orange, and then ran my fingers up the bottom of his shaft, and felt him tighten hard around me.
“Gonna cum already?” I said, and he nodded.
I lifted his cock off his stomach and wrapped my fingers around it, and jacked it, deliberately slowly while I sped up my pumping. That seemed to set him off some more, moaning like a bitch, until he grunted and moaned loudly, his tunnel tightening around me, and shot two or three long strings of cum onto himself, and dribbled out a little more as I milked him out from base to tip. I rubbed his cum into his hairy body, and then put my sticky fingers into his mouth where he sucked them eagerly.
I’d promised to fuck him for a long time, so I thought I would do a little more - pulled out and took off my condom to let him suck me some more. Another round of getting sucked, and getting my nipples painfully played with, and I got him to stand up and face the sofa. I got him to spread his legs and bend them, his knees resting against the edge of the seat and then bend over, bracing his hands against the back of the sofa.
Another condom, more lube, and I rested my dick against his ass crack as I bent over him to feel his body. I trapped his nipples between my fingers and squeezed them till he was moaning.
“Pain, ah,” he said, “pain!”
I pulled back and positioned my dick at his opening and gave him some more pain, smacking his ass once hard and thrusting in. He yelped, “yeah!”, so I guess he liked it. I threw him a hard fuck, my hands on his waist, ramming roughly into him and spanking him from time to time.
He was panting hard and sweating and moaning and swearing (“fuck, fuck!”) - I was sweating, too - as I really rode his ass big time.
“Had enough?” I said, “I cum soon?”
“Yes, fuck, fuck, YES!” he said and that was enough for me. I sped up a little, smacked him once more to remind him who was boss, and then I was so close to the edge that I was going faster and faster till I pumped out a load of spooge into my condom, my dick deep inside him, thrusting hard six or seven times as I unloaded.
I pulled out, and he made a noise. I looked at the cum-filled tip of my rubber, and since I was still hard, I pushed it back into him (more moaning) and stayed still while he impaled himself back into my cock, while jacking himself. Like a bareback porn movie, where the top pumps his load into the bottom after cumming on his hole.
I felt him tightening around me, and then he moved forward off me, just in time because I was softening. When he climbed off the sofa I saw the droplets off his third load, which he’d worked out while riding my stationary cock. What a bottom!
I tied my used condom into a knot, together with the two others, and he showed me where to dispose of it and the foils. He offered to let me shower, but I decided against it - got dressed and he let me out, and I went home. A satisfying fuck, and I was pretty sure he would remember it for a while from the ache in his nipples and his hole.
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After work
Trekked to a faraway housing estate for a fuck (ok, I drove), super cute late twenty-something Chinese guy all alone at home that I’d met online. He scored points by greeting me at the door with a cold can of beer in his hand, wearing only boxer briefs and a smile.
Extra points for being a fit guy - nice mounded pecs, not over-developed, with muscular arms. He was a little tanned, too, not pale like some guys. I took the beer from him and stepped into the flat. Not that he needed points - I knew from our chat that he was cute, funny and horny as fuck.
It showed, too, from the tent in his boxers, bulging out under a neat treasure trail that down his lower abs from his navel. I kicked off my shoes, and stepped forward to finger his trail, fondling his muscular belly. He was definitely as cute as his photo, manly face under spiked up hair, square jaw with a chin strap and he scored more points by stepping into me for a passionate kiss, chaste at first and then he opened his mouth and we were frenching.
He stepped past me and shut the door and I took a swig of the beer. I felt his hands slip around my waist, and then he was kissing my neck and feeling up my chest, which got my nipples nice and erect. I could feel his erection rubbing against my butt, and I found myself getting harder in my jeans.
I was feeling cheeky so I thought I’d let it out, but he beat me to it, running his hands down my front, unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping me, from behind - impressive. He continued kissing my neck and grinding against me as he opened my fly wide open, and since I had gone commando, my dick was out and proud, hard and straight, pointing upwards away from me.
It was super hot, and I was very turned on. I deliberately kept my hands away from my cock, enjoying the sensation of being held from behind, and the soft kisses he was planting on my neck. He put his hands back around my waist, and lifted up my t-shirt so that he could rub my pecs and finger my nipples. I know I was safe and indoors, but I felt exposed, bare to the air from my neck down to my thighs, my nipples and my cock hard.
I don’t often let someone else be in control, but it was fun and a turn-on to let this guy lead, especially when he grabbed my uncut dick, and milked it from the root to the tip, squeezing out a little precum. He caught it on his finger and brought it up to his mouth (his head was next to mine) and licked it off. I turned my head, and we kissed, and even though I couldn’t taste anything I thought it was hot that I was tonguing my own precum.
I turned around into him, so we could kiss some more. I wanted to get a look at his goods, too - he’d sent me a photo of his uncut dick, veiny, curved upwards, tapering from a thick base to a smaller hooded head - and I wondered if it was as good-looking in real life as in the photo. Before I could l, though, he guided me to the three-seater sofa in the living room, and positioned me along the length of it, so I was sitting up against one end; one leg bent, the foot of the other one on the floor, my balls and cock exposed. He climbed on and lay on the sofa it, too, so his face was against my upper leg.Â
But not for long - he licked my thigh (it tickled!) and then he got closer and closer till he was tonguing the side of my balls. He put a hand on my dick, and I was so turned on watching him that I felt something rise inside me.Â
I got him to slow down, and had my hand on the back of his head guiding him as he licked my balls. He gave me another treat by lifting my legs (I had to adjust my position a bit) and when my hole was exposed, he gave me a thorough rimming.
“You want to fuck me, is it?” I said. He smiled, and nodded, a shine coming to his eyes.
We hadn’t talked about what we were going to do, but his profile had said that he was vers - frankly, I was in the mood, and had cleaned myself up when I’d showered after work before turning on the apps that day, so I was already prepped. He’d gotten me so turned on that I was really ready.
He flipped me over so that I was facedown on the sofa, and I stuck my ass up in the air. He pulled down my jeans (so hot!) and pushed up the back of my t-shirt, then left me waiting in anticipation while he walked away. He came back, holding a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. He was nude, and his cock, as impressive as it was in his photos, bobbed in front of him. He paused next to the sofa, and put down the lube. His cock was right in front of me, some precum evident around his head. I guess he had been dripping while he foreplayed with me earlier.
I took the hint and got up on my elbow to engulf him in my mouth - it was easy to take him in, but a little more difficult as I got closer to his thick root. It felt good in my mouth. I did my best to suck on him, thinking that for a change I was the one getting a guy hard (or in this case keeping him hard) for him to fuck me. I heard the sound of foil ripping and he stepped away. I released his hard cock and he rolled on a condom, then grabbed the lube and slicked himself up.
I resumed my facedown position, and felt him climb up on and behind me. He fingered my hole, and then dripped some lube on it, and then he thoughtfully fingerfucked me. That coaxed a few unintended grunts from me as I felt him stretching me open, till (I think) he had three fingers in me.
“Ok, going in,” he said, and then I felt his head against my hole, and a slow burn as he pushed in, excruciatingly slowly, and once he was all the way in, he lay back down on me, putting his thick arms around me. He fucked me slowly, not moving his cock too much, shallowly in and out, as he kissed my neck again. He lifted himself off me, and pulled out, most of the way, and then surprised me by shoving in hard, all the way - I moaned.
“I like that,” he said, and put his hands on my hips, and guided me to raise my ass off my sofa and get on all fours. He made me moan some more with a slow deep fuck, giving me his full length, letting me feel him emptying out of me, and then filling me all the way back up. I moaned for him, which I admit made it feel even better.
When he sped up, it felt good, so good that I found myself pushing back against him. After he fucked me like that for a while, he kept still and let me push back on him. I took it slow at first, and then sped up, enjoying the feeling of being filled, and then I guess he got turned on because he held me still, put one foot up on the sofa next to me, and then raised himself up so he was doggy-fucking me, hard, from above. It hurt, in a good way.
That made me moan, more, and maybe that turned him on because it wasn’t long before he was grunting and groaning loudly until he pulled out of me, snapped off his condom, and shot across my back. Luckily my t-shirt was out of the way. I felt him rubbing his cock against my lower back, smearing his cum across my body, or maybe milking out the last bit of his load, I couldn’t tell.
He must have used his fingers, too, because he leaned forward, his body against my back, and put his hand on the side of my face, and stuck his index and middle fingers into my mouth. I could taste his jizz on them, and I thought I should get more of a taste. When I lifted myself up, he got off me, and when I sat up, I found that he was standing in front of me, still mostly erect. Both of us were kinda sweaty - fucking (and getting fucked) will do that.
I wasn’t, because even though I enjoyed it, my erection had gone down pretty much as soon as I got penetrated. It recovered a bit when I bent forward to lick his nipples - small areola around medium-sized nubs, which I sucked on a little. He put his hand on the back of my head and I let him guide me down, let him feed me his cock - I was hoping to get a little spurt of his cream on my tongue as I sucked him, but I guess he’d emptied himself out on my back. I could feel his load drying on it as I slurped on him, and he softened in my mouth.
I stood up, took my t-shirt off and dropped my jeans, and it was his turn to sit on the sofa. I guessed he didn’t want to move the action into the bedroom (I sympathised) so I turned around and let him suck on my half-hard cock, and he gave me a full service - got me nice and hard in his mouth, then got a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on me. He even got me lubed up.
He turned around and put one knee up on the sofa, showing me his ass. I realised that I hadn’t seen his bare ass up till now, and that’s why I didn’t notice that he was plugged. He reached behind him, and pulled it out - it was pretty large, a metal butt plug, teardrop-shaped. I dripped on a little more lube, as he put the plug to one side, and used my gloved cockhead to push the lube in. He was well-loosened up, still tight, but there was little resistance at his inter ring. I went in smoothly, and he groaned, beautifully low and guttural, as he took it. I mimicked his earlier efforts, slow shallow fuck with my chest pressed against his back, kissing and nibbling on his neck.
“You like?” I said.
“Big,” he said. I don’t think I’m all that large, but perhaps I was longer than him, or bigger than he was used to. Either that or he was flattering me. I didn’t mind.
I reached around him, so that I was hugging him from behind, continuing to make small motions with my hips, moving. Conveniently, I found my hands on his pecs, and you know how much I love playing with a guy’s nipples … especially since in this case they made him moan and whimper. Music to my ears.
And a tight tunnel for my cock. I straightened back up and really put my back into it, enjoying how his ass gripped my dick, and working up a sweat. I smacked his ass, he grunted “yeah” each time. I was increasing my pace towards a finish when he asked me to stop.
I withdrew, which made him sigh, and then he changed position, lying on his back on the sofa with his legs spread wide. He held them up, looking hella inviting. I didn’t resist, repositioned myself and pushed back in. I had my hands on the underside of his legs as I thrust into him, but then I heard the magic words.
“Play my nipples,” he said, and let go of his legs, reaching down to his chest and twiddling his nipples, twisting them as I thrust into him, speeding up myself because I was close. He reached between his own legs and jerked his cock, moaning very loudly in time to my strokes. I noticed that he was hard (again) and then I simultaneously heard him yell out and shoot his second load, backward onto his abs and body (one spurt went up to just under one of his nipples).
That was enough to set me off, and I slammed hard into him several times as I unloaded, right into the rubber I was wearing. It helped that I could feel his contractions as he shot his load. It was pretty much that thing where the top and bottom come at the same time. Not like porn, where both of them take turns so that there are two money shots for the cameras (and for the audience).
I pulled out, noticing that I was literally dripping with sweat. When he saw how full my condom was (there was a lot of cum in it), he made an impressed noise. Before I could take it off, he sat up and leaned forward for a kiss, and when I kissed him, he took my condom off himself. I stepped back after we kissed, and he tied a knot in it. He picked up his own used condom (which was lying on the floor, also knotted up) and the condom foils.
I followed him to the kitchen, where he threw all the trash down the chute, and then let him push me into the back shower. We cleaned up together (it was quite spacious) with a little hugging and kissing under the shower spray. He had two dry towels hanging in there, one for him and one for me, and after we were done, I put my clothes on, got a goodbye peck on the cheek, left his place and drove home.
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Shirts and ties
The guy who came over today is fucking crash hot. I didn’t even give him a chance to take off his clothes, pulled him with me to the living room as soon as he got into the house. My mouth was on his, our hands were on each other, and I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his business shirt so I could feel him up. His skin was so smooth and his body was so hard - I felt his nipples stiffen up as I worked them with my hands, as I squeezed his pecs. I even got a chance to run my hands over the slabs of his abs as I slipped them down to his narrow waist.
He moaned into my mouth as I groped him, which was a huge turn on. I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the back of his pants and his underwear in one move, exposing his ass so I could pull him close and reach behind to finger him while we kept kissing. He grinded his crotch against me, his moaning getting lower and louder. I noticed that his hole was slick - easier to slip my finger in and out. He’d obviously prepped before coming over.
I’ve known M for years, and we’ve played on and off. He’s one of those big-sized guys who has a hunky gym-fit body but a boyish cute face, and I was pretty thrilled when he messaged me about lunchtime. He had the day off, and wanted to come over as soon as I was done with work. I told him I’d prefer to have a chance to shower but he had some executive wear fantasy in mind which I quickly agreed to. He was waiting downstairs for me when I got home, looking hella fine in tailored business wear that showed off his muscular arms, his v-taper and rounded butt to great effect. We tangled tongues in the lift on the way up, and I was superhorny when we got into the house.
I disengaged, sat back down on the sofa and pulled him down by his tie till he was on his knees in front of me, his hands on my knees. Was great to see him beam his boyish smile at me, with his arms bulging in his shirt sleeves, the front of his shirt gaping open with his perky tits erect in the middle of his rounded pecs, his abs moving slightly as he breathed a little heavily from the excitement of our kissing.
I undid my pants and he helped me out of them. I lifted my hips so he could pull my briefs and pants off, chucked them on the sofa next to me, and then I guided his head down so that he could suck me. He started out by giving my junk a tongue bath, and then he concentrated on my balls. I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it wide. When he looked up and noticed, he opened his mouth and bent down over my erect cock and took it all the way in, and reached over his head to finger my chest.
I grabbed my phone from out of my pants pocket and did a quick Twitter surf while he serviced me, first sucking my entire dick and then stopping to lick up and down my shaft before taking me into his mouth again, playing with my nipples the whole time. He got rougher and rougher with my tits, which I enjoyed, and finally I returned my attention to him. He took his mouth off my cock, and stood up, taking the opportunity to drop his pants and underwear to the floor so I could see how turned on he was, his smooth balls pulled up high, his fat cut dick at full mast. It was shiny (with precum) and he breathed heavily, his erection twitching up and down.
I typed in “He’s taken his mouth off my cock and is standing in front of me, so turned on his dick is moving, wet with precum. I’m hard, too. I’m gonna fuck him after I hit tweet” and then I hit tweet.
He headed into the guest room (yeah, some fuck buddies get the bed) and I went to get my supplies. He was on his knees on the bed, head down and ass up, when I got back, and I rolled on a condom and lubed his ass some more before pushing in, nice and slow. Met some resistance when I reached his inner ring, and he grunted nicely when I pushed past it.
I found his tie with my hands and pulled up, and he got up on his hands so I could give him a good doggy fuck. After doing that for a while I flipped him on his back so I could give him a slow fuck while sucking on his tits, and then we changed positions again. We were both a bit sweaty by this time, so we took off our shirts and ties, kissed a bit and then breathlessly got back to it.
I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard, and he sat on my cock, riding me up and down. His chest was right in front of me, so I slurped on his nips some more - he loved it, put his hand on my head, and then guided me to his armpit so I could lick him out, while he put one hand behind his neck. Difficult to do as he was moving, but it turned him on so much - the slight fur in his pit and the musky smell was a turn on for me too.
Switched back to missionary, a nice slow pump with me kneeling and his legs spread open wide. I got to mouth his chest and get more of his fabulous man scent while licking his funky pits. I got off the bed and stood up, pulled him to the edge, and rested his legs on my shoulders before giving him a hard fuck. He jerked his own cock, grunting and moaning as I wrecked his ass, till he unloaded on himself, squirting a surprisingly large thick sticky cumload on his lower belly and abs, and then he let go of his cock and I got to watch the last bits of it dribble out as I continued to pump him furiously. I pulled out and ripped off my condom just before I hit the edge, and he put his legs down and spread them open.
I only jacked myself twice before shooting my own juice across his body, a good six or seven squirts, more watery than his, but I shot with more force - the first shot went up to his neck. He smiled up at me, panting: both of us were dripping with sweat even though it was a cool night and I had the aircon on. I cleaned up the room a bit while he grabbed his clothes and went to shower, and grabbed my phone to Tweet a follow-up message before I went to do the same in my own en-suite bathroom.
I changed to a pair of shorts and a comfy tee shirt, and went out to the living room to find him messing with his phone, fully dressed (but without a tie). We went to the nearby housing estate before he called a Grab and headed home. I went home myself, and typed this up - hope you like it.
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Out in the Open
I followed the boy some short distance away from the toilet cubicle where I had briefly sucked him. We had a good rhythm going, but stopped after we heard some noise and strong cigarette smell coming from the next cubicle.
The boy (who's really just a couple years younger than me) walked determinedly in the direction of some trees near the public washroom. Such confidence in his gait, and he didn't even look back. I licked my lips and tasted him: a whiff of detergent, with a hint of nectar-like sweetness that is characteristic of young dick.
I joined him behind a locked maintenance room beneath a large outdoor billboard. He pulled me into an embrace, and ground our crotches teasingly.
"Are you sure it's safe here?" I asked him. Nearby, motorists whizzed past along the busy highway. Where we stood was a dark spot, but anyone who looked in our direction would see us, shadows entwined.
"Yeah," he reassured me. "I've seen guys coming here in pairs."
"I don't know..." I mumbled. Sensing my anxiety, he wrapped his arms tight around my body and initiated a kiss. A polite peck on the lips, then he pried my mouth open and I kissed him back, snaking my tongue this way and that. He was such a good kisser, one of the best I've ever had. I relaxed a bit, and rested my head on his shoulder. Warmth radiated from his smooth, fair skin. "You are a good kisser," I whispered near his ear. His face made some crinkle movements and I knew without looking he was smiling.
I released myself from his arms, and groped his dick through his shorts. He was half hard from all the kissing and grinding, so I yanked his shorts and briefs down, propping up his cock using the elastic band of his shorts. By the dim streetlights, I could make out an average size dick, rising above a set of big balls. I glanced at the smirk on his face, and keeping eye contact with him, swallowed him to the root, feeling his short, trimmed pubes tickle my upper lip.
Although his dick was neither long nor thick, it was of a right size and curved at an angle that brushed the roof of my mouth. We fit perfectly, and I could deep throat him without choking too much. With a bit of suction and lots of saliva, we were good to go. Anyone who slowed their vehicle down when passing us by would've seen a guy in formal outfit squatting on grass blowing another guy in casual wear, the latter with half of his ass exposed.
I brushed my palms over his lean smooth body, and cupped his pecs while working on his cock. His nipples were hard from excitement and chilly night air. I tweaked them, lazily, focusing mostly on keeping my breaths even and making sure my teeth were out of the way. His hands held onto my shoulders for support, but would shift to the sides of my head when we switched and he took over fucking my mouth. I held onto his firm butt as he ploughed away and moaned quietly.
He disengaged, bent down, and said, "you are so good. I feel like fucking you, can?"
"Not safe la."
"I got condom."
"I mean, it's too public." What I didn't say was I didn't expect anal and hadn't douched.
He looked a bit crestfallen, then he shrugged it off with a smile. "Here," he motioned, "you can rest your knees on my feet." I did, and our height difference meant that I had to bent my body a bit to reach his crotch (he was shorter than me).
As I resumed blowing him, he eased off the first button of my shirt and played with my nipples. I rubbed my fingers over his erected nubs, and we moaned in synchrony. My hard cock was straining in my work pants but I didn't care. I was just too engrossed in this passionate moment - all else including the traffic and fear of being caught melted into the background. He held onto my elbows for support, and sometimes he would play with the stubble on my chin or pinch my nips. I hummed away, enjoying the warm presence of his meat filling me up.
He had a pretty good stamina and I found it challenging to keep up, so he wanked himself instead. I twiddled his tits and groped his balls, doing whatever necessary to push him over the edge. His hand was furiously pumping his cock, and I couldn't help but lick his piss slit. Before long his whole torso bent forwards and I took over, jamming his throbbing cock deep into my throat. I gave a few deep sucks, then ropes after ropes of thick, musky substance filled my mouth. I held it briefly and swirled it around as if tasting wine, then swallowed it up and licked him clean. All the while, the boy was alternating between shallow breaths and sexy moans.
After he had recovered and I helped him dress up, he asked, "don't you want to spit it out?" Silly boy.
"Swallowed already," I said, trying to stand up. He pulled me up, and wrapped his arms near my waist. "How was it?"
"Nice," was my reply before he gave me a quick peck on my lips. No more French kiss, after he cummed in my mouth.
"You want to exchange contact?" he asked. I was about to say the same thing. We traded numbers and some personal info, then we parted ways.
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Quick Fix 2
A few days had passed before Adam contacted me for another session. We arranged to meet around lunchtime, and I happened to bump into him at the building's lobby. We smiled at one another, and took a lift down to where he'd parked his car.
Adam loosened his tie as we came near to his vehicle. I was walking behind him, and had the opportunity to admire his petite body clad in executive wear and casual shoes, Silicon Valley style. He must be pushing 40, but still cute.
Once we got into his car, Adam started the engine, locked the doors and turned AC on. My hand wasted no time in groping his crotch, while he fondled my cock through my pants.
"Wah, hard already ah?" he said in surprise.
"All ready for you," I replied, with a smirk.
For a while there were only sounds of hands rubbing on fabric, till Adam initiated the next move. He unbuckled his belt slowly, watching me as I did the same. There was a gleam in his eyes, as I set my phone aside, unzipped my pants, then took off my pants and underwear in one go. My dick sprung from the confines of my clothes. Adam had taken his pants down halfway to his knees, and unleashed his junk from his boxers.
We jerked each other off, him with slow long strokes and me with rapid fire tugs. Moans escaped our mouths and sounded loud in that confined space. I could see, in the dim lighting, that his dick had swelled. Though short, it grew respectably thick: a nice size to grip, probably easy to swallow too.
Once we had enough of masturbation, Adam leaned over from his seat and sucked me slowly. There was a certain reverence, or savour, to how he perform blowjobs. He started from the tip with licks and light suctions around the head, then eased the shaft down his throat and made the gurgling motions with his throat muscles. Up and down he went, never hurrying, always attentive. Sometimes he would suck harder when I shoved my dick deep into him, or when I massaged his perineum. Other times he quietly blew me, as though enjoying his most favourite meal in the world.
I patted him off when I felt my cum rising. I smiled at him as he leaned back in his seat to catch a breath, and watched him as I took his member into my mouth. It was just thick enough to fill me up nicely, without choking me. He was cut and he'd shaved his pubes, so it was all clean without musky smell. Only a hint of detergent/clean clothes smell lingered on his pubic area. Not bad, if you ask me.
Adam moaned every time I deep-throated him and rested my lips around the base of his dick. It was easy to blow him, but there wasn't any precum to coax out of him. I gave up after a while, and we switched places.
We took turns to suck each other off. There were a couple of times when a car or a person passed by, and we had to slow down. Once, he even asked me to stay down. I planted my entire head on his crotch, and his dick was thrust to the hilt. Kinda exhilarating.
This back and forth went on for not too long, before I realised I was close. I warned him and he gave final few vigorous deep sucks. I erupted white hot seeds that I aimed onto the tissues he passed me earlier. Not thoroughly satisfied, but at least I let off some steam. I thanked him and offered to pay him back. He declined with a smile.
I got dressed, thanked him once more, then went in search of food.
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