My summer with Mr Scruff was coming to an end. Once a fortnight or so we would meet up, kiss, lick and suck each other to orgasm, then spend time relaxing, naked in each others arms.
However the start of the academic year was approaching, and he would be back at work full time, putting paid to our weekday trysts.
The final time we met up happened to be a balmy September morning. I enjoyed the tree-lined walk to Mr Scruff's place, eagerly anticipating what was to come (or should that be cum). As always, I sent him a text to signal my arrival. He opened the side gate to let me in, and we exchanged pleasantries as we walked around to the rear entrance and up the stairs to his bedroom.
Soon, after kissing, getting naked and moving onto the bed, I found myself between Mr Scruff's legs, sucking on his sizable cock. My mouth engulfed his hardness. My tongue swirled around the head, savoring the taste of his precum. I took his balls into my mouth, knowing how much he enjoyed that during our time together.
He spread his legs apart, allowing me access to his hole. My tongue headed towards his pucker, and I spend an enjoyably long time rimming him. As my tongue probed his hole, I grew erect and I rubbed my cock against the mattress, wishing I was fucking him instead. Sadly, Mr Scruff was a top, so it was unlikely to happen.
With his hole wet with my saliva, I began to rub it with my fingers. Knowing how tight he was down there, I very gently inserted the tip of the little finger of my left hand into his puckered ring. I made slow in and out movements. With time more and more of my finger worked its way inside him, until it was all the way inside. I could feel the nub of his prostate in his anal canal. By now, Mr Scruff had his cock in his hand and was jacking off furiously. My mouth busied itself licking at his balls, and my finger had begun to move faster inside him, building up to a tempo that eventually had him shooting his load all over himself.
I, very slowly, pulled my finger out. As I washed up in the sink in the corner of the room I noticed an object on one of the lower shelves. A prostate massager. Curved black silicone, tapered at one end with a bullet vibrator on the other. I wondered if weeks of me rimming his hole had opened him up to exploring anal play. I wished he had shown it to me earlier, I would have love to have used it on him.
I knew Mr Scruff liked rimming too, but had never rimmed me before. I got back on the bed, on my back, and let him blow me. As the blow job progressed, I lifted my legs onto the air. My hairy hole exposed, ready for his tongue. He took the opportunity, and I enjoyed my ass being eaten.
He tried to get a finger inside me, but I had to stop him. While I enjoy a good licking, anything else probing my hole is a no no. He resumes rimming me, and I yield to the sensation once more. I'm hard and start jacking my meat as I get tongued. It all becomes too much, and I shoot my load.
I pull him up to me, and we share a kiss, tasting each other as we do so.
That was the last time we met. Both busy with work, our schedules never seemed to sync up. We still chatted online occasionally, and months later he asked if I would like to top him sometime, my reply to which was an enthusiastic yes. However the meeting never transpired, and we lost contact.
I still have fond memories of our time together. My summer of sex with Mr Scruff.
Wednesday, 7 January 2015
Thursday, 1 January 2015
Monday, 29 December 2014
After we clean up the cum, Mr Scruff and I lie back down on the bed. We spend the next half an hour naked in each others arms, chatting. We chat about work, books, movies and other inconsequential subjects. He looks adorable with his little scruffy beard and mop of curly hair.
I feel oddly comfortable in his presence, and soon our talk is interspersed with kissing and light stroking. I lick at his nipples, small and pink against his milky skin. I run my hands over his body, smooth in places, hairy in others. I grow hard again, and I take him once more into my mouth. I suck him gently, running the tip of my tongue over the head. I can taste the remnants of his cum, and I swallow greedily. He begins to grow hard in my mouth, and soon we are in the 69 position.
As he sucks, I can feel his hands running up and down the fur covering the small of my back and my buttocks. I wonder if he is getting off on how hairy I am. His fingers enter my crack, and brush my hairy pucker. He's testing the waters, seeing if I'll allow him access to my ass. I take his hand and put it back on my butt, and he gets the message.
Soon I am on my back and Mr Scruff has both of our cocks in hand. He wanks us simultaneously, our foreskins moving in unison over the heads of our dicks. The view looks good from my position. I take myself in hand and jerk myself to climax looking up at him. He hands me the towel and I clean up again.
Instead of cumming, Mr Scruff moves next to me on the bed and we spoon. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. We indulge in a light snooze, our naked bodies pressed together bathed in the light of the warm afternoon sun streaming in through the window.
I had spent over two hours in the company of Mr Scruff, and it was soon time for me to leave. We kiss after emerging from our nap, and maneuver ourselves into a position where I am on top of him. I am hard again, and I straddle his chest. He slowly wanks my cock, and calls me insatiable, amazed that I can get hard again even though I've already cum twice. He takes my cock into his mouth and gives me a slow suck. I relish the sensation, but my time with him is running out. With reluctance we clean up and dress. He gives my ass a playful squeeze as I put my clothes on.
A final kiss, and I am out the door. That day marked the beginning of my summer of sex with Mr Scruff.
Friday, 12 December 2014
We're both in a state of undress. My makeout session with Mr Scruff had quickly lead to us pulling clothes off each other in between the kissing and groping. I break from the kiss to pull his underwear down, and I find myself on my knees in front of his hardening member. What other choice do I have but to take him into my mouth?
He grows in hardness as I suck. It had been almost a year since I had cock and it felt so good having him inside my mouth. As I suck, I run my hands over his thighs, his legs made muscular through cycling.He pulls me up and we kiss deeply, and then he gets to his knees, pulls down my trunks and gives me head.
He's good. He works my cock with his mouth and tongue, expertly sucking my meat. I rest my hands on his head, fingers entwined in a mess of curly dark blond hair. More to steady myself during the blowjob than to guide his head. My knees feel as they could buckle at any moment. I pull him up, and we kiss again. I can taste myself in his mouth.
He walks me backwards towards his bed, our movement is awkward and we fall onto the mattress with him on top of me. We kiss, long and deep, and he moves so he can grip both of our cocks in one hand.
Two cocks, both of similar size, both uncut, his pale pink next to my chocolate brown, jacked off simultaneously. It was a sight to see.
I need him back in my mouth again, so we switch positions and I spend the next ten minutes or so sucking his cock and licking his furry balls. When he is ready to cum, we swap positions and he splatters his warm, wet seed onto my furry abdomen. He apologises immediately, say he was so turned on that he couldn't help cumming on me. I reassured him that I was fine with it, and he got off the bed to fetch a towel with which we cleaned ourselves up.
It was my turn to cum. He asked how I would like to shoot my load, and I said I wanted to eat him out. A quizzical look crossed his face, you see Mr Scruff is a top, and while he liked to eat ass, I don't think he was ever on the receiving end, plus I guess in his mind being rimmed was a prelude to being fucked.
He does agree, and maneuvers himself so he is on all fours above me, his head facing my feet, and then lowers his ass towards my mouth. I have a hand on each cheek and slowly push them apart to reveal a surprisingly hairy hole. Mr Scruff doesn't have much body hair. A little blond fluff in his pits and covering his legs, and a sparse covering on the center of his chest. The densest is his pubic thatch, dark blond like the hair on his head. It starts at his crotch, runs around his balls and up his crack, the cheeks being relatively hairless.
I run my tongue through that fur very slowly. I hear him gasp, and it make me smile. My tongue has found his special spot, and I lovingly lick at it. He moans with each pass of my tongue and I can tell he is getting into it. He has now spread his legs wide, allowing my now free hands to attend to my own needs. I jerk my cock, which has grown hard from the rimming I am performing. I wank with my right hand, my left is on the small of his back, pushing him down closer to my salivating mouth.
I am so turned on eating his ass that I cum hard. My body sprayed with spunk for the second time that day. Though that's not the last time I'd have to mop up cum from my body.
Monday, 5 May 2014
He called me insatiable. My first meeting with Mr Scruff and I had already cum twice, but as I lay on top of his body, kissing him deeply, my cock hardened once more.
He took my member in his hand, and then his mouth, but time was not on our side and I had to leave without cumming a third time. Over the next few months Mr Scruff and I met several times, sucking and licking our way to orgasm. It was a pleasant way to spend the summer.
Not all my planned adventures went without a hitch, however. In May of last year I was contacted by a guy in his mid 50's who wanted to meet. He was a bottom into leather and rubber who, over the course of several messages back and forth, outlined that he wanted me to use him on the various pieces of equipment he had in his basement.
We planned a meet, and arranged a day that suited us both. He was located 50 minutes away from me by train. I calculated that if I caught a certain train I could be at his place within an hour, and it would give us a four hour window in which to play before I had to head back.
I told him what time I would be there, and he asked if I could arrive slightly later. The next train was a hour later, but that still gave us three hours, so I agreed to the time change. A day before we were due to meet he contacted me asking if our meeting time could be pushed back further. I was reluctant but agreed, though I had a suspicion that we wouldn't be meeting the following day. Sure enough, on the day we were due to meet I received a message saying he was unwell and had to cancel. I was disappointed, but hardly surprised.
He contacted me again a few days later, apologizing for canceling, and wanting to arrange another meet, again stating how hot it would be if we got together and listing all the activities we could do together. Ultimately, though, nothing materialized.
Back to Mr Scruff. I had seen his profile before, but we had never chatted. On the day he contacted me he was looking to get sucked. Fortunately, I was free and in the mood to suck so we arranged a meet.
But that's a story for another time.
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Monday, 16 September 2013
I still have yet to write up my sexual exploits this summer, however something happened today that I wanted to write about.
I was in the mall restroom where I had my first cruising experience back in December 2010, in the same stall I fucked the guy in.
I was originally there to use the facilities, though as I sat there someone entered the stall next to mine. I heard the sound of a lighter sparking up, then the smell of smoke wafted over from the adjacent stall. A foot appeared close to the gap between the stalls, and from the shadows on the floor, I deduced he was jerking his cock.
By that time I had finished up, and the thought of what the other guy was doing caused me to become hard. I had not cum that morning, and started leaking precum almost immediately. I stood up and began to work on my cock, milking more of the clear sticky fluid from the slit.
Just then, the sound of someone walking down the stairs caused the guy next to me to pull his foot back from the partition and stop jerking. The new guy tested each stall door in turn looking for a vacant one. I had locked my stall so there was no danger of being intruded upon.
It didn't look like anything more was going to happen with the guy in the next stall, so I continued to milk my dick, mopping up the precum with some tissue, before stuffing my cock back into my pants, flushing and leaving the cubicle.
While I went over to the sinks to wash my hands, the new guy testing the stall doors moved into my newly vacated cubicle. The sinks are directly opposite the stalls, and have a bank of mirrors above them. While I was washing my hands I noticed the corner of a cellphone peak over the door of the stall occupied by the guy who was smoking and wanking earlier. Most smartphones have their camera in the corner. The guy must have noticed that I had spied his phone above the door, and it quickly disappeared from view.
This happened three more times as I washed my hands. When I moved over to the hand dryer, the cubicle door opened, and the guy walked passed me to get to the sink. I got a good look at him, late 20's/ early 30's, slightly chubby, bald with a beard and tats. He watched me through the reflection in the mirror, and I did the same. He was cute.
My hands dry, I moved off, heading for the stairs, which I climbed slower than I usually would. I looked back at him. He was still watching me, and jerked his head back towards his cubicle mouthing the words "come on". I was nearing the top of the stairs, by the door leading back to the mall. I looked back at him again, and he repeated his head nod, mouthing the same words.
I paused. I considered quickly walking back down the stairs, into his cubicle and letting him follow me in there, and if my dick was in control that is what would have happened.
I couldn't shake the fact that he had been using his phone to spy on me, and possibly record me or take a photo. I didn't know if he was an undercover cop, or worse. I had not initiated any of the sexual maneuvers, though I was more focused on my milking my cock than checking to see if I was being spied on, so I decided the best thing to do was leave.