Reciprocal Rimming

September 2013

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.

Insatiable Part 2

July 2013

 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.

A Tasty Midday Snack

July 2012

The midday sun blazed in the sky as I arrived outside the Mirror Man's building. He opened the main door, and within a minute we were in his apartment making out.

The coarse hair of his stubble bruised my lips and the skin around my mouth, which was still a little sore from shaving that morning. Not that it stopped me, I kissed back hungrily, sucking his tongue into my mouth as though it contained the very air I needed to stay alive.

My clothes were quickly removed, until I stood before him in my underwear. He knelt before me shirtless and proceeded to suck my cock through my trunks, though soon enough they joined my other clothes on his bedroom floor, and my cock found its way inside his mouth.

We ended up on the bed and went back to kissing with the same ferocity as before. I maneuvered myself on top of him and proceeded to kiss his body, finding a particularly sensitive spot where jawline meets neck. I kissed his chest, licked his nipples, feasting on the flesh presented to my hungry mouth.

I removed his shorts to find him freeballing, and hard. I resumed kissing him before licking and kissing my way down his torso till I ended up at his groin. I ran my tongue over his hairy nutsack before sucking one, then the other of his egg sized balls into my mouth. My hand went up to his cock, and I slowly jerked him off as I sucked.

I licked up the shaft of his cock till I reached the head, savoring the taste of his precum oozing from the slit, before sucking gently on the head. I took as much of his cock as I could, aiming the tip to the soft palate at the back of my mouth, while my tongue went to work massaged the underside of his cock.

It felt good to have a cock on my mouth once more.

Next on my taste tour of his anatomy was his taint. He spread his legs, allowing my tongue access to his hole. He moaned loudly as my tongue found his ass, and soon I had him flipped over, on his hands and knees, pressing his ass to my hungry mouth.

The fleshy mounds of his ass felt good in my hands as I pulled them apart to allow me access to his hole. I licked and tongued at the delicate pink pucker, wetting it with my spit. I worked up a wad of saliva in my mouth before letting it trail out of my mouth onto his crack, and I watched as it made its way down to his wet hole.

I used the extra lubrication to push a finger inside him, followed by another. His back arched as I found his most sensitive of spots. He turned around and pulled me into another ferocious kiss.

Now I was on my back, he was between my legs sucking me once more, before he straddled my torso, his hard cock pointing up my belly towards my mouth. He reached around and maneuvered my hard cock so it rested between his ass cheeks.

Still holding onto my cock, he repositioned himself, moving his ass so that the tip of my cock pressed against his pucker. A small movement from him and my unsheathed cock had found it's way inside him, with only the remnants of my saliva inside him for lube.

Here was my dilemma, he'd asked me to bring condoms, which I had and intended to use. Now he sat with my raw cock inside him. I paused, unsure of what he wanted me to do. Do I stop, or continue on regardless?

Well, I'm a weak willed fucker, so I raised my hips, pushing more of my cock inside him. He smiled, called me a naughty boy and proceeded to ride my dick as he jerked himself off.

In this position I was able to lean forward and lick the head of his cock. It didn't take him long to cum, less than a minute from when I had entered him. Still inside him, I could feel his hole spasm as he shot his load, the majority sprayed on my chest and torso, though a few drops landed on my lips.

I reached up for him, fully intending to pull his head down so he could kiss me with his cum on my lips. He realized what I was about to do and pulled away. I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his shrinking cock before he got off the bed, my hard cock slipping out of him as he moved.  I finished myself off as he reentered the bedroom, handing me a towel to clean myself up.

I knew the drill, for him the moment was over as soon as he had shot his load over me. My exit from his place was rapid. I washed up in the sink and was dressed and out of there within a few minutes, making my way down to the lobby and back out into the bright sunlight.

Barely an hour had passed since I stood outside his building. I hoped my bruised lips and the redness around my mouth from his stubble wasn't too noticeable as I went about the rest of my day.

Once More With Feeling

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Making Up for Lost Time

September 07

The Traveller's brief stay in the city was over. He headed back to his home town, and we kept in contact via IMs and text messages. We chatted most days, and I looked forward to each message he sent.

One thing was lacking though: Sex. I had missed out on nine months of bedroom gymnastics due to my self-imposed celibacy. Sleeping with The Traveller had reawakened my sexual appetite, and boy, was I hungry.

The Internet was once again my cruising ground of choice, I chatted online with several men and one of the guys that contacted me was the Mirror Man. My history with the Mirror Man is kinda complicated, and goes back a few years.

I first met the Mirror Man in 2004. I was out with a group of friends from work. We started out in one of the bars in the Gay Quarter and later headed to one of the gay nightclubs. Our group had fragmented into several pieces, and I was hanging out with one of my mates. Actually I had a secret crush on this guy, and was enjoying spending time with him.

Secret Crush introduced me to a friend of his, the Mirror Man, who he waves over to join us. I didn't think much of the Mirror Man when I first met him, though that was probably due to the fact I only had eyes for Secret Crush at the time. The three of us chatted for a while, but the Mirror Man didn't leave much of an impression, and soon I was with my other mates, drinking and dancing the night away.

Skip forward to 2006. I'm online on a hook up site, and I get contacted by a guy. We send messages back and forth, and over the course of our conversation I learn that I'm chatting to the Mirror Man. We exchange numbers and try to arrange a meet. In fact I remember once arranging a meet with the Mirror Man so that it would take place a few hours after one of my regular threesome hookups with Guy #1 and O.

The threesome took place, however the 1-on-1 with the Mirror Man did not. He texted me to call it off, complaining of a sore back. I sent a text back offering a massage, but he declined, so I made my way home. Later that night he texts back asking if the offer of a massage was still available. It was late, I was tired and had no intention of heading back into the city, so I said no. We tried to arrange a hook up a few times, but it never happened and we lost contact.

Back to 2007. The Mirror Man contacted me again, but is using a new profile name. I realise its him when he gives me his number. It comes up under his old profile name when I enter it into my phone. We arrange to meet on a day when he's working from home.

The day of the hookup arrives, and I get a text from him in the morning asking if I'm still free to meet. I reply yes, and tell him to expect me in an hour. I freshen up and am out of the door, heading towards the city centre.

When he gives me his address, I know it straight away. I travel down that road each day on my way to work. I interpret the address he gave as the large apartment complex situated on that road, and that's where I wait for him. However I'm mistaken. It turns out he lives opposite the apartment complex, in a former factory that had been converted into apartments. From the outside it still looked like a factory, so I had traveled past it each day without realising it was a place of habitation.

Luckily for me the Mirror Man spots me from across the road, and texts me to tell me where he is. I cross over and he opens the door to his building. I follow him through a maze of corridors to his apartment, and I feel that familiar throb in my groin as my cock swells in anticipation of the sex that's to come.

Sex with the Mirror Man would always follow a similar route. We would enter his place, I would remove my jacket, placing it on a chair. We would kiss, feeling each other up through our clothes as our tongues pushed into each others mouths. We would break from kissing and I'd strip out of my clothes, down to my underwear, my clothes placed on the chair with my jacket. We'd kiss again and he'd delight in the feel of my hairy body under his hands.

We'd take the short walk to his bedroom, he'd quickly strip out of his clothes and we'd make out on the bed. Soon we'd be naked and engaging in a little oral play, our underwear tossed to the other side of the room. We'd enjoy spending time sucking each others cocks. I'd reposition myself so I could squat over his face and let him rim my hole. The feeling of his tongue was amazing, and he would try to work that wicked little tongue as far up my chute as he could manage. Absolute bliss!

He would ask me to fuck him, getting up to reach for lube and condoms. He'd wrap me up, lube up his hole and slide down my cock, slowly bouncing up and down till he became used to it inside him. Then he'd get more adventurous. We'd find ourselves fucking on the floor, doggie style, in front of a large mirror (hence his name). He liked to watch as I pumped into him, and I must admit I enjoyed watching myself fuck him.

Eventually we would end up back up on the bed, him lying in his stomach, his cock pressed into the mattress with me on top of him. I'd wrap my hands under his arms and grasp his shoulders, giving me enough leverage as I pumped him hard. I'd cum, sometimes in the condom up his ass, or over him if he wanted it, and he'd cum straight after. We'd shower, dress and I'd head out of the door.

We fucked around once every few weeks in September, October, November and December that year, took a break over Christmas, and then had a few more hookups in January the following year. We lost contact again, until he texted me out of the blue one day in July 09 and we hooked up a final time, which I wrote about here.

Like Showering With A Raincoat

A few weeks ago I got a text message from MG, saying he was free the following week and he wondered if I would like to hook up with him again. I hadn't heard from him since last August, when he expressed an interest in becoming more than just a fuck buddy. I was unsure about seeing him, but the throbbing monster between my legs had come alive, the memory of my tongue rimming MG's ass had got it's attention and it demanded satisfaction. I was instantly hard and feeling horny, so I replied that I could meet up on my day off.

A week rolls by and I find myself outside MG's building. It's freezing cold with heavy snow forecast. The doorbell to his apartment is broken, so I have to call him to let him know I've arrived. After two rings my call is answered, but before I can say anything he hangs up.

WTF!

I had texted him earlier to let him know I was on my way, so he couldn't have forgotten we had planned to hook up. I try to dial his number again, but the cold saps away my dwindling phone battery and I'm unable to make the call. I switch the cell off then on again, hoping that there's enough charge left to call MG again.

By now I'm not a happy chap. Its cold, I'm standing outside MG's place with a busted doorbell and if my phone craps out on me I have no way of contacting MG until I go home to charge my phone. I decide to wait for a few minutes before leaving, in case he's on his way down to open the door.

That's exactly what happens. He''s down a minute later to let me in. Memory is a funny thing, and I guess mine was clouded with lust for MG's ass (by far his best feature), because he didn't look like I remembered. It's bad to say, but he looked kinda ordinary, and I hoped that he couldn't read the disappointment on my face. Still I was there, I was horny and he was available, so I step into his foyer. As we walk up the stairs to his apartment, he explains that he pressed the wrong button on his phone when I called earlier, and cut me off.

We enter his place. Like the last two times I was there, he has all his curtains drawn, and no lights on. There is just enough light coming through the curtains to make out his apartment, and my eyes quickly adjust to the gloom. I remove my coat, dumping it on his sofa as he moves in for a kiss. We kiss for less than a minute before he suggests we go to the bedroom. He seems very eager.

We sit on his bed and kiss, but soon we're naked and I'm licking his nipples. We shift position so I'm on my back, my head resting on a pillow. After another kissing session MG turns around, gets on all fours and offers me his ass. I push the cheeks apart and dive in with my tongue. I'm in heaven as I rim him. My tongue soon snakes into his hole, and he lets out a moan of pure delight.

I begin to finger his hole. I start slowly, working one finger inside him, feeling for his prostate. I have a plan. I want to make MG so horny that he'll let me fuck him. The last time we hooked up I made him cum too soon, and after that he said that was too sensitive for me to keep fingering him, so fucking him was of the cards (although I did work the load he shot onto my fingers into his hole, and had a quick taste of his cum in his hole, so the encounter had a plus side). This time I planned to go slower, to open him up with my fingers, but not allow him to climax.

I sucked on his balls as I fingered him, but I was careful not to overstimulate him. I tried to push in another finger into his hole to join the first, but it was hard to get the second one in there. I asked if he had any lube. He got up and fished around his bedside drawer before tossing me a tube of KY. I lubed up my fingers as he returned to his previous position on the bed. My fingers slipped into his ass easily.

As I worked his ass, he took the tube of KY and squeezed some lube into his hand. I figured he was gonna wank himself off, but instead he wrapped his hand around my cock (which was hard and leaking precum onto my belly the entire time I was rimming and fingering his ass) and he began to jerk me off.

Whenever MG had tried to masturbate me in the past, he had always been too heavy handed, and choked the life out of my member. This time the lube gave enough slipperiness that his attempt was pleasurable. So much so that I wondered how I could maneuver his ass down to my groin and accept my raw cock. I could have nailed him right there. I stretched his hole with a third finger, while rubbing his perineum with my thumb.

He stopped jerking me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. My plan had worked, and I said if he wanted me to fuck him, I would. He got up again and went back to the drawer, this time to get a condom. I would have preferred to fuck raw, but it was his ass, so his rules. I roll the condom down onto my cock, lube up, and jerk some life back into me cock before he lowers himself onto my cock.

Trouble is, my cock begins to deflate. I try holding the base, trying to keep enough blood in there for me to penetrate him, but its no use. I can't keep myself hard. I try jerking my cock while wearing the condom, but the sensation feels strange, and I can't stimulate myself properly. We try a few positions, but it doesn't work. I have to take the condom off.

I jerk myself off again and, condom free, get the life back into my cock. He wants to try again, so rolls another condom onto my dick, but even he can feel my cock start to deflate again. He leans over and starts to suck my cock through its latex sheath.

I never really understood the phrase "Showering with a raincoat on" when it came to condoms. I mean, I had always used rubbers when having anal sex and found it OK (that was until I tried raw sex with Momma's Boy, and discovered what I was missing with skin on skin sex), but this was the first time a guy had given me a blowjob with a rubber on my cock. I experienced the blowjob as though the rest of my body was detached from my penis, and the resulting sensation was dull and not very enjoyable. I also thought it was a little hypocritical of MG. The first time we hooked up he was more than happy to push his unsheathed cock into my mouth, and enjoy my oral talents.

His blowjob had little effect, but I tried jerking my cock in the condom again, with more success this time. I maneuvered him so he lay on the bed on his stomach, and the combination of the view and my digital manipulation got me hard again. I got on top of him, and was able to push into his ass.

I moved inside him slowly, letting him get used to my length and thickness. I was just getting into my stride, and even starting to enjoy fucking him with a condom, when he said he wanted to change position. Crap, I pulled out and promptly lost my erection, so couldn't enter him again in the new position.

We gave up fucking him. He asked if I ever got fucked, and I said no. Instead I jerked him off until he came. He cleaned himself up and I was all set to get dressed and leave, but he wanted to see me cum. I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and wanked until I reached my own sticky climax, the fat gobs of white cum spraying my chest and his duvet.

I washed up, and dressed as he had a quick shower. He walked me down to his front door and said I could text him if I wanted to hook up again. I said sure, though I had no intention in doing so. Outside, fat snowflakes fell from the sky to join those deposited on the ground while MG and I attempted to satisfy our selfish desires.

Sexually, I don't think we're compatible. What started out as a curiosity about rimming had morphed into something more, but we're both in different places on our respective sexual journeys. He's at the "experimental, but safe only" stage that I was at a few years ago, and I'm...

I guess I'm at a crossroads. I know the risks of hooking up with random guys, and of having raw sex with them. But there's also a part of me that wants to feel the man I'm fucking, to enjoy the sensation with nothing between us. Ideally it would be as part of a relationship, monogamous with maybe a playmate or two on the side.

Though my life at the moment is hardly conducive to such a relationship.

The Swimmer's Swimmers

The Swimmer and I had been chatting online for a while before we hooked up. It was December '06, I had the day off and he worked from home.

He lived close to me, about 10 minutes away from where I lived, so his place was easy to get to. We arranged to meet in the morning after his flatmate left for work. Even though it was December, it was still relatively mild, so the short walk to his place wasn't unpleasant. I climbed one flight of stairs up to his apartment, knocked on the door and waited.

The Swimmer opened the door. He had close cropped hair, and wore trendy oblong glasses. Being six foot two, he towered over me. I recognised him from the photo he sent to me and liked what I saw in the flesh, so I beamed him a smile. He invited me in and, after I removed my coat, we sat down on his couch.

We chatted for over an hour. In my previous sexual encounters, chatting was something that was dispensed with quickly, so we could get down to more physical activities. I was a little confused as to why he hadn't made any move towards me. Had he changed his mind, and was just being polite, spending some time with me before coming up with an excuse to get me to leave? Did he know that I was there to get into his pants? Our online conversations bordered on the sexual, but were never explicit, so he may of thought we were just hanging out.

Not that the chat wasn't interesting. We talked about the work we did, and about health and fitness. He was a swimmer, and went swimming every day. I lifted weights, not to bulk up, but to tone and add definition to my slender frame. While we chatted he finished up some work on his computer. Finally, he closed the laptop, and then the fun began.

He shifted closer, and began to stroke the hair on my forearm. At last, the signal I had been waiting for. We looked at each other, and both leaned in to start kissing. I moved over to sit on his lap, facing him, and we kissed some more.

His hands ran up and down my back, as mine rested on his pecs. I could feel the solid muscles under his shirt, and i moved my hands across them until I found his nipples hidden from me under the layer of cotton.

I pulled off my top, hoping he liked the body underneath. He moved one hand from my back, and stroked the hair on my chest, running his fingers over the muscles I had worked so hard for. I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy chest, and my mouth went straight for his nipples.

We moved to his bedroom, quickly shed out clothes and ended up naked on his bed. We explored each other as we kissed. He had a lean, muscled body, the kind you get from being a serious swimmer. He didn't like to wear deodorant, and I could smell him. Not an unpleasant b.o, but a sexy man musk which drove me wild. Our hard cocks rubbed up against each other. I needed his cock in my mouth, so went down on his at the first opportunity.

He had a magnificent cock, long, thick and a joy to suck on. The only problem was that he kept a full bush, and I often had to stop to fish out a stray pube from my mouth, though sucking on that piece of meat more than made up for it.

We ended up in the 69 position. It felt so good to have him suck me off as I sucked on his cock
and balls, which were also covered in hair. I moved my tongue back and found the sweet spot that was his ass, and I feasted on it. We spent the next few hours kissing, sucking and rimming each other. It was bliss.

We stopped to have a spot of lunch, and he checked his laptop again in case he had missed any important developments at work while he was "on the job" with me. Lunch over, and the laptop put away, we went back to his bedroom to pick up from where we left off.

We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other some more. While I was eating out his ass, he turned his head towards me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. Of course I did. He jumped up off the bed, to his wardrobe, where he fished out a condom and some lube.

He opened the condom and rolled it onto my cock, then slathered my sheathed member in lube, as I used my fingers to lube up his hole. He got into position, he wanted to be fucked on his back with his legs in the air, and I moved myself in close, put his legs onto my shoulders, and jacked my cock hard next to his hole.

When I was ready, I put the head to his opening and pushed in. "Slowly!" he gasped. He hadn't been fucked in a while, and his ass was tight. I did as he asked and pushed in as slowly as I could. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, but I did not stop my advance until I reached the hilt of my cock.

I paused, letting him get used to me inside him, though part of me wanted to start pumping straight way. I leaned in and kissed him, then slowly pulled my cock out, stopping short of coming all the way out of his fuck chute. I pushed back in again, and I started fucking him. His ass was hanging off the side of the bed, and I was standing up leaning into the bed, all my effort placed upon the point where we connected. He had wooden floors in his bedroom, and my feet struggled to gain purchase as we fucked.

I pulled out, got onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress. I shifted his body, put his legs back on my shoulders, and guided myself back into him. Much better, I could control the fuck from my new position, and soon we were a sweaty mess. He flexed his ass muscles and it drove me over the edge. My cock pulsed, and I deposited my load into the rubbed while buried in his ass.

It took me a moment to regain my composure. I pulled of the sticky condom, leaving it on his bedside table. We kissed as I enjoyed the afterglow of my climax. His cock still reared up, hard and leaking precum. It was an invitation I could not resist. I went down on him, swallowing as much of his cock as I could. My fingers found their way into his ass, and I massaged his hole as I sucked him.

His ass was still slick with lube, and my fingers slid in easily. I could feel the intense heat emanating from his insides, and it felt good. I must have stimulated his prostate, cause the next thing I knew his cock went rigid, his ass clamped around my fingers, and he shot his load in my mouth.

It came thick and fast. All I could do was swallow, though some dribbled out of my mouth. I choked, there was so much of it. It tasted salty, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. It was my first taste of another mans spunk. Though I had sampled my own on many occasions, this was the first time a guy had nutted in my mouth.

He apologised profusely after he finished, saying he didn't mean to cum inside my mouth. I said I didn't mind. What else could I say, it had been done, and I still had the taste of his spunk in my mouth, and I kinda liked it.

He cleaned up the traces of spunk I had dribbled onto his pubes with a tissue, and we both washed up. I noticed he didn't try to kiss me again after I became his cum dump. We dressed, and I soon left his place and made my way home. The faint taste of cum still on my breath.

Taken In Hand - Part 1

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Let's Go Outside

It was a sunny day in July '06. O and I had tried to sort out a meet, but things never panned out. I was horny as hell and needed relief. I jumped online onto a gay cruising site, said I was free that day and looking to hook up. There were the usual bunch of flakes online, and those guys interested in chatting rather than meeting.

I remember chatting to one guy, but he disappeared, and was about to give up when I received a message from a guy who liked my profile pic. We started to chat and I found out he was bi and closeted (so no profile pic). He had a few hours free and wanted to meet up, but couldn't accommodate, as he claimed he had workmen at his place. He then suggested that we meet outdoors. So I'll call him Outdoor Guy.

He knew of some fields near to where he worked that could serve our needs. It was summer, the weather was fair, and I was looking to broaden my sexual experiences, so I agreed to meet. I quickly jumped into the shower and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, no underwear. He didn't want to give out his cellphone number so all I had was blind faith that he would show.

The fields he mentioned were on the city limits, to the south of where I lived. I used public transport to get there. It took half an hour, and it was close to midday when I got off the bus. The fields were fenced off from the road, so I had to walk along the fence to find a gate that would allow me entrance.

The pathway was tree lined, and as I walked I noticed a guy walking towards me vaguely matching the description the guy I was chatting to gave. He was wearing a bright blue football jersey, and I remembered the guy said that is what he would be wearing. We walked past each other.

I stopped under a tree, and he stopped a few meters away. I gave him a quick glance, then looked away into the distance before running my hand through my hair, then quickly looking back over to him to see if he got my signal. I had no idea what I was doing, no idea if this was the guy I was supposed to meet, or if he had decoded my elaborate signal.

I am lousy at reading signals from guys. Put me in a room with a guy, or bunch of guys, and I'm fine. If I know that we are there to have sex, I can act accordingly. But when it comes to the precursors of sex in public places, I have no clue. My anxiousness gets the better of me and I usually chicken out before anything takes place.

Fortunately, he came over and introduced himself and we shook hands. He was in his early 30's, about 6 foot tall, with brown hair and blue eyes. Cute but slightly chunkier than he described himself online. As we walked up the road, he explained that he thought I wouldn't be able to find the entrance to the fields, so had decided to walk down the road in the hopes of meeting me.

He lead me to the gate, and I followed him down the path towards the fields. The trees were thicker here, and I was on guard, in case I was being led into some sort of ambush. The trees thinned out and lined the edge of the field, which was fallow and was covered in stalks of grass up to hip height.

He leaned up against a tree and we kissed. I could taste the sweat on his upper lip. I ground my stiffening cock into his as we kissed, then got down onto my knees as I unziped his jeans and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a minute or two. He was average size, no more than 5 inches uncut, but I gave him a good idea of my oral talents. He moaned softly with every pass of my tongue on his sensitive cock head.

The sun was high in the sky, and there wasn't many shadows to conceal what we were doing. A passing stranger could have seen what we were up to. I got up off my knees and voiced my concerns, so he zipped up and we went to look for something a little more secluded. We didn't find anywhere better suited, so came up with the idea of lying on the grass in the centre of the field. The long grass would conceal what we were up to, and we could be more comfortable.

We lay out in the sun and made out. He had me on my back and unbuttoned my jeans. My cock sprang forth, unhindered by my lack of underwear and he sucked me off. I felt amazing. I lay there with my eyes closed, the blazing sun beating down on my body and a warm, wet mouth on my cock. Does life get any better?

After a while I had him on his back, the front of his shirt pushed up as I licked and sucked his nipples. He had a slightly hairy chest, and was sweating from the heat. The sweat was fresh, and I lapped it up every time I made a pass at his tits. He undid his jeans, turned over onto his stomach, and presented me with his lightly furred ass.

I went to town, licking at more of the fresh sweat that had accumulated in his crack. He let out a low growl when my tongue passed over his hole, and I ate him out. He asked if I wanted to fuck him. It wasn't something we had discussed when we were chatting online. I didn't think he was into being fucked, so I had not bought any condoms with me. I told him I had no rubbers, and he said he didn't mind it raw.

From a closeted, bi guy to a raw cum dump bottom in the space of half an hour. Yes guys, I'm that good, lol. However I had never barebacked at that time, so I decided to finger fuck him instead. If the same situation presented itself to me now, would I fuck him? In all honesty, yes. I would fuck him raw, and probably cum in him too, then spend the next couple of weeks kicking myself for being weak willed, meanwhile furiously jacking off to the memory of his unprotected ass surrounding my cock. If you haven't figured out by now I'm a little screwed up.

Anyway, I finger fucked him until he shot his seed into the ground. His ass clamping down on my fingers with each shot. We kissed again, and then he went down on me. Again I closed my eyes and let him suck me off as I soaked up the sun. I told him when I was ready to shoot, and he increased the pressure of his sucking. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed.

As soon as he had my cum, he changed. He became furtive, jumping up and making his excuses that he had to leave, and asking if I was okay to find my own way back to the road. I said yes, and he was off. From cum dump to closeted bi guy, quicker than the change of a traffic light. Told you I was good.

I stood up and watched him walk to the edge of the field. There were grass seeds stuck to my t-shirt, so I removed the shirt and shook the seeds off. He turned around to see if I was following him, and must have seen me shirtless, my taut, toned body in the afternoon sun. He stopped and watched me for a moment before going on his way. Probably thought I was trying to entice him into round 2, but I was just trying to clean up a little, so it didn't look like I had been rolling around a grass field.

I walked back along the tree lined path to the road, and caught the bus home where I showered the last few seed heads out of my hair.

Fivesome

It was warm spring afternoon in early April '06. My workday had finished, so I walked through the city to O's place. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. He greeted me with a warm smile as he opened his door, in I went and we kissed.

Kissing O was always a magical experience. We chatted, flirted, and kissed as he finished up his chores. In his kitchen, we made out and things got steamy. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt to tweak his nipples as we kissed. I even lifted up the t-shirt to have a quick lick and nibble of those sensitive nubs. My cock was leaking precum into my boxer briefs, and I wanted him, but I would have to wait.

Guy #1 was due to arrive soon, and he wasn't coming alone. He had asked if he could bring someone. I said I didn't mind, and since it was O's apartment, he should be the one to have final say.

O and I had a hour to kill before Guy #1 arrived. We retired to the bedroom, and made out on his bed. Since we had a big night planned with Guy #1 and the new guy, we agreed not to take things too far. We knew we couldn't cum, but strangely that made our make out session all the more erotic. We ended up stripped of all our clothes save our underwear, teasing each others flesh, taking each others cocks into our mouths and bringing each other as close to the edge as we dared. The hour passed by very quickly.

Guy #1 sent a text to say he was on his way, so we reluctantly dressed. Although, we joked how hot it would be if O answered the door in his underwear, a big ol' bulge tenting the fabric, and then leading the guys into his bedroom, where I would be waiting, naked, stretched out on the bed, hard and ready.

We decided against it, in case it freaked out the new guy, and he turned tail and ran from our little den of iniquity. Instead, when Guy #1 arrived, O opened the door and I stood in the hallway behind him. Guy #1 entered the apartment, followed quickly by his guest, JM.

JM was in his early 20's, good looking and tall, with dark brown hair, straightened and fashionably cut. Guy #1 had good taste. We shook hands with JM, and then we followed O into the bedroom, where we stood around and chatted. Guy #1 mentioned that he tried to get another guy to join us too, but he couldn't make it.

We decided to get down to it, and so we all stripped down to our underwear. Fortunately, the boxer briefs I wore were jet black, so the wet patch from my earlier precum leakage did not show up. JM took his lead from Guy #1, so when he lay down on the bed, JM did so to. O and I stood by the bed. We began to make out again, and on the bed Guy #1 and JM did so too.

O and I then joined Guy #1 and JM on the bed. I slipped behind Guy #1, and began to kiss the back of his neck while running my hands over his muscular body. O had taken position behind JM and was doing something similar to him.

Guy #1 broke off kissing JM, twisted his upper body around and started to kiss me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I pushed mine out to meet his. I continued to massage his body as we kissed, and my hand wondered over to feel JM's slender frame, while his mouth was occupied kissing O.

We swapped partners, and I kissed JM. He was an okay kisser, but I had been spoilt with all those months of kissing O. I resumed running my hands over him, but he didn't really reciprocate. I don't think he liked my body hair, and I was by far the hairiest one there. Guy #1's body hair was light, and O shaved his off. JM was probably used to making out with hairless twinks like himself, not an otter like me.

We swapped partners again, and I was back in O's arms. Much better. I was with someone who liked my fur, although O often teased me that he would take his shaver and give my body hair a close crop. At that time the only bit of bodygrooming I regularly did was to shave my ballsack. As Dr. Evil said: "There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking".

Guy #1 received a message from the other guy who was going to join our group that night. It turned out he was free, and wanted to know if it was too late to join in. Guy #1 asked if we minded adding another to our party. JM said he didn't mind, and neither did I. As I said, it should be up to O as it was his place. O agreed.

Guy #1 dressed and left to pick up the other guy, Y. He only lived 10 minutes away, but lived with his boyfriend, who had no idea that Y was carrying on with Guy #1. Y's boyfriend was working late, leaving him free to join us.

It was left to O and me to entertain JM in Guy #1's absence. Standing up, we sandwiched him between our bodies. O was in front of him, kissing his mouth, as I stood behind him, kissing his neck and running my hands down the sides of his torso. We soon lost our underwear, and were in for a pleasant surprise. JM had a nice piece of meat dangling between his legs. At least 8.5 inches uncut.

While O worked on that lovetool with his fantastic oral talents. I applied mine to his rear end. I got down onto my knees and kissed at his cheeks. I parted them and was in for another surprise. His buttcrack was filled with thick brown hair. My hairless twink wasn't so hairless. I licked at his crack, and the hair ran across my tongue. My tongue quickly worked its way to the hairless centre of his anus, and JM gasped when I zoomed on his hole.

I remained on my knees as O and JM stood over me and fed me their cocks. I had two large pieces on manflesh to play with, one uncut and new, the other cut and very familiar. I relished each one, moving back and forth between the two as O and JM made out above me.

Guy #1 returned with Y in tow. Y was a young man from the Philippines. Small with delicate features and a hairless, compact body. As O, JM and I were completely naked, Guy #1 and Y wasted no time in joining us in that state.

Y lay out on the bed, and I joined him. I enjoyed Y very much. He was a good kisser, and had very sexy lips. While I made out with him, Guy #1, O and JM enjoyed each other. I took Y into my mouth and sucked him off and licked his hairless balls, while O kissed him.

Over the next few hours, we all changed partners and positions, and we all had fun kissing, licking and sucking each other. As usual with our group sessions, there was no fucking. At one point, seeing how much I was reveling in the new manflesh on offer, O jokingly called me a slut. I playfully slapped his ass. Though he was right, I embraced my inner slut that night.

Our little fivesome ended with Y on the bed, furiously jerking himself off. JM was kneeling on the edge of the bed, jacking off while Guy #1 was standing behind him, kissing him and rubbing his erection into JM's back. I was kneeling on the bed, facing JM and Guy #1. O was behind me, his cock in between my buttcheeks, running up and down my crack. JM was watching us intently. I guess from his viewpoint, it looked as though O was fucking me!

JM's sizable cock was jutting out in front of his body, facing me. I was in lust with that cock, and wanted to take it into my mouth again. I lost count on how many times I had that cock slide in between my lips and over my tongue that night, but I wanted it one more time.

I made a move forward to suck JM's cock again, but was restrained by O's arms holding me tight. I struggled, the lust for JM's one eyed monster clouding my mind. But, the more I struggled, the tighter O's hold became, and he was strong. I was going nowhere fast. From JM's viewpoint it looked as O was fucking me senseless, and I was trying to get away. It must have pushed him over the edge, and he shot his load.

Since I was right in front of JM, his thick ropes of semen splattered onto my body, and I was showered in his cum. I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath and he saw the cum hit my body, and JM apologised for shooting on me. I said not to worry, and I meant it. It awoke a something inside me. The force and the ferocity of the cum hitting my body that was such a turn on. To this day, one of my fantasies is to have a group of guys cum all over me.

JM, spent, got up and was directed to the en suite by O. JM quickly cleaned himself up, dressed, made his excuses, and left. While I showered JM's cum off my body, Guy #1, Y and O quickly reached their own orgasms. Guy #1 and Y cleaned up in the main bathroom and left together so Guy #1 could drop Y off before his boyfriend returned home. Guy #1 headed home himself, but texted me later that night to say how much he enjoyed the group session and the both JM and Y enjoyed it too. I helped O straighten up his bedroom, and we had a quick make out session before he dropped me off at home.

I hadn't cum yet, so alone in my bedroom, I relived the events of the fivesome, and shot my load, unfortunately into a tissue, before falling asleep.

O texted me early the next morning, saying he had woken up that morning with a hard on because of me. The night before he had caught a glimpse of me showering in his bathroom, and the thought of my naked, wet body had filtered into his subconscious mind as he slept. I texted him back saying that I would be happy to hop into his shower anytime he wanted, and maybe next time he could join me.

O and I continued seeing each other regularly for a few months afterwards. We had a few more threesomes with Guy #1, but they petered out when Guy #1 took his female partner away on holiday for the summer. Arranging time to meet O also became increasingly difficult. We were both busy with work, and although we texted each other and sent each other instant messages, we failed to meet up again until two years later.

Guy #1 and I haven't met since, although we are still in contact, and he wants to meet up again. I never saw JM or Y again.

The Story Of O

I met O as part of the threesome I had with him and Guy #1. Over the next few months the three of us would meet up regularly, and as a result O and I grew closer. O is a year younger than me, with sexy dark eyes, pouting lips and a firm, toned body.

One Wednesday afternoon, a few months after our regular threesomes started, we again met up to have some fun. Like always, I arrived at O's place with Guy #1. That day, Guy #1 was only free for a few hours, so he eventually had to leave. I had the rest of the day free, and so did O, so we decided that I would stay, and the two of us could continue our fun. Later that night, when Guy #1 texted me to say how hot the three of us were together, I replied that I was still at O's, and that we hadn't left the bedroom.

Partly because Guy #1 couldn't always get away to join us, O and I began to meet by ourselves. O lived about 10 minutes walk from where I worked, so on days when he finished work early, we would arrange for me to go over straight after my workday finished. Occasionally, we would take the day off together and spend it the majority of time in his bed.

Sex with O was always fantastic. He's a great kisser, fantastic at giving head, and has such a sexy ass. We would kiss, and suck and rim each other every chance we got. I loved having his long, thick, cut cock in my mouth. I remember how he would gasp whenever I teased the underside of his cock with my tongue, and I would take great delight in hearing him moan with pleasure when I ran my tongue over his smooth hole.

It was during one such rimming session when O said he wanted me to fuck him. As a threesome, O, Guy #1 and I never fucked each other, so this was something new to enjoy. I lay on my back and watched as he rolled a condom onto my dick and then straddled me. He slowly lowered himself onto my cock and rode me for a while. Later I fucked him as he lay on his stomach, and then doggie style.

From then on we added fucking to our repertoire, but only when it was the two of us. He did try fucking me once, but being an anal virgin, I was too tight and he couldn't penetrate me. So, when we fucked, I always topped him.

Our threesomes with Guy #1 continued, taking place every few weeks or so. Guy #1, horndog that he is, kept on trying to add more to our number, which resulted in us having a fivesome one evening (an encounter I will write about in a future post).

Three Minus One

The threesome that formed between Guy #1, O and myself worked well. We had fun kissing, sucking and enjoying each others bodies. However, when the opportunity arose to have Guy #1 all to myself again, I took it.

Guy #1 invited me over to his place one weekday morning, when he had the place to himself. As I have mentioned he is bi, and has a female partner, so he couldn't usually accommodate and our meeting had to be discrete.

We again met at the train station, and he drove me to his house. We kissed as soon as he shut his front door, and he led me up to his bedroom. I was very aware that I was about to have sex with him in the same bed he shared with his partner.

We kissed as we stripped off our clothes. I ran my hands over his muscular footballers body, and I enjoyed the feeling of his muscles under his soft skin. He was as sexy as when we first met. No wonder he could have all the cock he wanted, and he got a lot of action.

We slipped in between the sheets, kissing and fondling each other. I moved down, kissing his neck, down his chest, moving to my prize jutting up from between his legs. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked.

I lapped up the precum flowing from his slit. Nectar to my taste buds. I licked at his balls, sucking each one into my mouth before moving back to his cock. Looking up, I could see his face, eyes closed, his lips spread into a smile. I loved the expression on his face, all because of me.

He wanted to return the favour, so we switched positions and he took my cock into his mouth. I had my hands resting on his sexy shaved head, and guided him around my groin. It felt so good. We eventually ended up in the 69 position, and feasted on each other.

We were lying on our sides on top of his bed. While he sucked my cock, I moved my mouth from his hard dick, over his balls and towards his ass. I aimed my tongue at his hole and licked away. I felt him moan around my cock, and the vibrations felt amazing.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with me sitting on his lap facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed as we rubbed each others cocks. He wanted to fuck me, but didn't have any condoms. I knew I had some in my work bag, which I had left by his door when we arrived, but I didn't say anything. I had never been fucked before, and Guy #1 had a thick cock. I knew if we tried, it would hurt like hell.

Instead we jerked and sucked each other into a satisfying, sticky climax. We showered, dressed, and had one final kiss before we left his place and he dropped me off where we met earlier that day. The next day we met up with O, and the three of us resumed our fun.

Mirror, Mirror

On Wednesday morning my cellphone buzzed as it received a text message from the Mirror Man. He had the day free and wanted me to know he was horny. We had been trying to arrange a meet for a few weeks, but our schedules never matched up.

I was at work at the time, but I only had to work until 12pm, so I let him know that I could meet. He lives in the centre of the city, a few minutes walk from my workplace, so by 12.05 I was waiting outside his building. He let me in and I followed him through the maze of corridors up to his apartment, my cock beginning to swell in anticipation. He had been hitting the gym since our last encounter, a fact he proudly hinted at while we chatted about how long it had been since we met. He was muscular, but not overdeveloped, which to me is perfect.

The Mirror Man and I have met a few times before, but it had been 18 months since we last had sex. As I'm going through my past sexual encounters chronologically, there will be a few stories to go before I recount my first meeting with him.

We entered his place and stripped off down to our boxers. I'm sure he put on a little show for me as he removed his clothes slowly and stretched out on his bed. I joined him and we made out. Our tongues danced around each other as we kissed hard. I sucked on his tongue while rubbing my crotch against his. I know that guys who are into the gym like having their bodies worshiped, a reward for all those hours pumping iron, so I massaged his pecs and played with his nipples. I had forgotten just how sensitive this area of his body is, so I took great delight in teasing each nub with my fingers, running my tongue over them and sucking them into my mouth.

I ended up sitting on his chest, rubbing his nipples between my fingers while I would tease him by leaning in for a kiss, but holding my head just out of reach. He would force my head down to his and we would kiss with intensity. The bulge in the front of my boxers was evident, and he wanted a peak inside.

He slipped his hands down the waistband and pulled the shorts down, and my cock sprang forth. He rubbed the shaft in his hand for a while before I got up and slid the underwear down my legs and took them off, not an easy task when standing on a wobbly mattress. I returned to my previous position, holding my erect cock just out of reach of his waiting mouth and slowly jerking off. He had to lean his head to take me into his mouth. I let out a low moan when he did, the warm wetness of his mouth felt good, and it had been a long time since I had been sucked. I wanted to push my entire length down his throat, but he held my cock in place with one hand as he sucked.

Eventually we had him out of his underwear and lying on his stomach. I was between his legs, massaging the twin fleshy mounds of his ass. I pushed them apart to reveal his puckered hole. It looked too tempting a treat not to, so I dove in, tongue first. He let out a deep moan, my move totally unexpected. He squirmed a little as I feasted on his hole, licking and sucking and probing the puckered orifice with the tip of my tongue. He shifted around so we were in the 69 position and took my cock into his mouth. I licked down, past his perineum, to his balls and sucked one, and then the other, into my mouth.

Later he was on his stomach again with my index finger up his ass. I used the fleshy part of my hand to massage his perineum, and his moans told me he was having a good time. He turned over and played with himself as I straddled his chest again and he sucked my cock once more. He used the stubble on his chin to scratch at the sensitive underside of my cockhead. In our texts to each other he expressed the desire for me to cum on his face. I asked if he wanted me to cum, but he wanted to be fucked instead so he got off the bed and handed me a condom to put on while he lubed up his hole.

When he straddled my crotch he asked me to go easy on him as he hadn't been fucked in ages. I held the base of my cock as he guided it to his hole and the head popped in easily enough. He slid down my shaft slowly and paused when he bottomed out. I could feel the heat of his insides on my cock, even through the condom. I leaned back onto the mattress, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of him riding my cock. Before long he was bouncing up and down, making his rickety bed creak with each movement.

He wanted me to fuck him on his gym equipment, so we positioned ourselves doggie style on his bench press and went at it again, both of us holding onto the metal bar for leverage. Then it was back to fucking on the bed, him on his back with his legs in the air, then back to the bench press but this time me on my back and him riding my cock again. However this last position wasn't very comfortable so we moved to the floor of his bedroom in front of the large floor to ceiling mirror. Every time we had sex, we would end up fucking on the floor in front of his mirror, hence the name I've given him on this blog.

He rode my cock again, fucking with intensity, but on one upstroke my cock escaped his hole. His bodyweight slammed down, my cock missed his hole and I winced in pain. I've heard of guys fracturing their cocks during sex, the delicate blood vessels rupturing from coital misalignment, and I was afraid that it could have happened to me. We both got up and I massaged some life back into my cock. There was no crippling pain so I knew there was no damage. We resumed fucking, him on his stomach with me lying on his back. I used the wooden frame of his bed as leverage and fucked him as hard as I could, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears as I did so.

He said he couldn't take anymore pounding, and wanted to cum, so after pulling off the condom and putting it onto a tissue, I got him on his back, jerking himself off while my cock was pushed between his lips. While he sucked, I lightly played with his nipples, until he shot ropes of cum on himself. Finishing with a few more playful flicks on his nipples, I got up and went into his bathroom to shower and dress. I fixed my hair while he showered, we said our goodbyes and I left, retracing my steps through the maze of corridors of his building to the front door.

Third Time's The Charm

It started off a few weeks ago, with MG placing an ad on a Craiglist type site to which I responded. He's a top guy who wanted to get back into bottoming again and as such wanted to be rimmed, fingered and eventually fucked. How could I turn down an offer like that?

After two failed attempts, we finally got to meet up yesterday. Even though I only had a half hour to meet him, I wanted to taste his ass.

He was kind of nervous and wanted to keep things as discreet as possible, to the extent that when I entered his apartment the curtains were drawn and the rooms dimly illuminated. He said that he found first meetings awkward and asked what I wanted to do. I said as he was planning on being the bottom, it was up to him. I would go as far as he wanted.

His shyness meant that when we started kissing, it was tentative. My tongue probed his mouth, but his tongue did not reach out meet mine. I was a little disappointed, but instead used the tip of my tongue to lick his lips and the sensitive skin inside his mouth, which he liked.

He led me to the bedroom, and spent time fiddling with the lights, trying to get the right amount of dull light out of his bedside lamp. Then he mentally debated the bed coverings, before opting to remove the duvet all together. Eventually he came back to where I stood and we kissed again. He pawed at the bulge in my jeans, meanwhile I was trying to unbutton his pants.

We stripped off our tops, and I gasped as his cold hands touched my exposed skin when he wrapped his arms around me to kiss me again. His hands went back to my bulge and tried to get into my pants, so I unbuckled my belt and lowered my jeans to the floor, all the while still wearing my boots. He pawed at my growing erection through the thin material of my boxers.

I knew I had to get things moving, time was ticking away and I had to get going soon. I whispered in his ear if he would like to be rimmed and he nodded. He slipped of his pants and boxers and got on all fours onto the bed.

There it was, his ass, presented to me like a feast waiting to be devoured. He was in shape and had quite a meaty ass on him. I said that if it was too much or he didn't like what was happening, he could say so and I would stop.

I pushed his cheeks apart, and by now my eyes had adjusted to the gloom and I could see his hole. I leaned in and licked with the flat of my tongue. He tasted clean. I licked again, this time up and down in a continuous motion, making his hole slick with my saliva. He gasped and moaned as I did this. I love eating out a nice clean ass.

I ran my index finger over the spit soaked sphincter, before slowly pushing in. I could feel the warmth of his insides. I pulled out my finger and replaced it with my tongue, this time darting it in and out of his hole.

I alternated between tongue and finger, and then wanted to open him up more. I slipped in my middle finger, withdrew it and immediately replaced it with my index finger, withdrew that and put my middle finger back inside him. By doing this in rapid succession, I was able to get both fingers inside him before long. Now the fun really began. I held my fingers still whilst I rubbed his perineum with my thumb.

I pushed my fingers in with a bit more force, pushing down onto his prostate as I did this. All the rimming has made his hole wet, but I added a bit of KY jelly into the mix to make it as comfortable for him as possible. I asked if he was okay, and he said he loved it. As I finger fucked him, his hole started making a squelching noise. I probed his ass with my fingers, eventually getting them in to the third knuckle.

He turned his body so that he was lying on his back, all the while with my fingers inside him. I fingered him with abandon, again pushing against his prostate. My dick was hard and leaking precum into my boxers. He was on the verge of shooting his load, but he asked me to stop, so I did, holding my fingers still inside him.

After he regained his composure I resumed finger fucking him. The air was filled with the sound of my fingers squelching in his ass, the creak of the bed, and his moans of delight. I leaned in and began licking his balls, staring up into his eyes as I did so. With my free hand I jerked him off, and again I had to stop when he was about to shoot again.

The need to shoot abated, and I resumed my oral and digital ministrations. I traced the infinity symbol over his balls with my tongue, while rubbing the sensitive underside of his cock head with my thumb of one hand and fingering his ass with the other. I licked at the shaft of his cock, and then back down to his balls as he took over jerking off his cock.

My fingering increased and he said he was going to cum. I kept on fingering him and could feel his ass start to clamp down on my fingers. His hole became tighter as he shot his load onto his abdomen.

After he came, I held my fingers still. I asked if he was ready for me to remove my fingers, and breathlessly he nodded. I ever so slowly pulled my fingers out of him. I slid my body next to his and kissed him. He was a little hesitant again, probably because of where my tongue had been, but we kissed anyway.

He tried to jerk me off, slipping my boxers down and handling my cock, but I wasn't feeling it. I need a specific touch to get me to cum, and he didn't have it. We chatted and I learned that he is bi, and in a relationship with a guy, who he tops, and that's why he had to keep things discreet. He asked if fingering and rimming was all I was willing to do, and I said I do like to fuck too, but I thought it best to take it slowly with him, which was partly true, I also didn't have the time to fuck him.

He said he was surprised that I was single, and said I was very good looking, which boosted my ego no end. I told him I thought he was cute too, and I would like to meet up with him again. As we talked, he maneuvered me onto my back, and straddled my cock, which was still hard, but back in my boxers.

I could have fucked him right there, but I knew I had to get going. We dressed, which for me was simply a matter of pulling my jeans up from my still booted ankles and putting my top back on. I used his bathroom to wash my hands and he walked me out.

I texted him later and asked if he enjoyed himself. He replied that he did and that he had never been fingered or rimmed like that before, and was still feeling the effects. He is definitely up for meeting again, on the sly, as he puts it. and I would like the opportunity to fuck his ass.

Why Cell Phones Should Come With A Breathalyzer Function.

My friends and I were out celebrating one night, and the local gay bar we were in had a buy one get one free promotion on all drinks. We all got very drunk that night, and as I lay in bed at 3 in the morning I thought it would be a good idea to send Mr Silver a text message. Sending an ex a text message when you're drunk is a bad idea.

A very bad idea. I still had his number in my phone and sent him a message saying I hoped he was okay, that I had often thought about him and that I missed him. The message must have woke him up, because he sent one back immediately, saying it was good to hear from me again. He wanted to meet up.

I sent the text when I was drunk, so I had an excuse. When we met a week later, I was stone cold sober. I had planned for us to just talk. We met after work, and like old times he picked me up and drove me to his place.

We sat on his couch and talked. He told me that he was surprised to hear from me again. His company had sent him to India for six months, and he had only recently got back. He said that he had wondered into my workplace in the hopes of seeing me, but I had disappeared. I told him I was in the same place but had moved departments Of course talk went to the last time we saw each other, and how hurt he was that I had blanked him. I apologised and tried to explain the circumstances, that I had lost someone close to me and it had screwed up my head, but he dismissed my reasons and was more concerned with his own feelings. I realised that he hadn't changed, that my loss was a secondary concern to his bruised ego.

He wanted sex, it was the reason he invited me over, and I don't no how but ended up in his bed. He wanted me to fuck him, and I did. He lay on his back as I slid my sheathed cock into his ass and slowly pumped away. I think he wanted it to be like before, when I used to fuck him senseless whilst wearing my leather jacket, but that was in the past. I fucked him half-heartedly, as if it was something on my list of chores for that night. After about 10 minutes I pulled out, and removed the condom with a snap, which signalled the end of that particular activity.

After having sex he showed me pictures of his time away, describing the details of each picture taken. He then showed me one of him in bed with one arm around a younger guy. There he was with a younger version of me, telling me how nice this guy was. In showing me the picture it was like he wanted me to know that he was still desirable to young men, he could get anyone he wanted and I was nothing special. If that move was supposed to make me jealous, it didn't work. Instead I realised all his actions came from a place of insecurity. His fears of loosing his virility and growing old alone.

The only weapon I had at my disposal was sex, and I used it. We were on his bed, still naked, and I decided to pleasure him with my oral talents, showing him how much I had learned. What he didn't know was that I had two other lovers in the time we were apart, but I kept that quiet.

I sucked on his cock and licked his balls, running my tongue over them then pushing his legs further apart and probing deeper, to his perineum, then to his hole. I looked directly into his eyes as my tongue swiped across his puckered sphincter. His eyes widened in surprise and his breath quickened. This was the first time I ever rimmed him. In that moment I knew I had him. He expected more, expected my tongue to probe deeper, to continue rimming him. Or for me to go back to licking his balls and sucking on his cock.

But I didn't. I just stopped what I was doing. That would be the last moment of pleasure he would ever receive from me. I sat up and reached out with my hand to pick up my watch from where I left it on his nightstand. I put it on and got off the bed, saying it was late and I had to get home. I went into the bathroom and washed my cock and balls in the sink and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash before returning to the bedroom to dress quickly.

He was too stunned to say anything, instead dressing and then dropping me back into the city. He tried making conversation on the ride home, trying to pin down another time for us to meet, but my answers were vague and noncommittal. He thought he had me back, but I knew it would be the last time I would see him. We were done.

I didn't have to worry about him popping into my workplace to see me whenever he wanted as I had taken a job with another company. Although, part of me (a very wicked part) wonders how many times he visited my former workplace in the hopes of seeing me.