He looked up while I was still making my way toward him. He smiled. It was a simple gesture, but it made me feel so much more comfortable. He waved me over.
“Have a seat.”
That was all he said. I sat down next to him. Looking up, I saw he was watching a basketball game on the TV, not something I’ve ever been interested in. But, I did watch for a few minutes before mustering up the courage to speak.
“So, uh, you come here often?” I asked suggestively.
I know. Terrible line. I’ve never tried it on a woman, but figured I’d try to break the ice with a bit of humor. It worked. He nearly spit his drink out.
“Good one,” he said once he’d swallowed. “But actually, yeah.”
“Me too, though I must get here after you leave. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you.”
We continued with small chat, really just getting comfortable and getting to know one another. He paid for another round of drinks and I began to loosen up a bit.
“Since you paid the tab, wanna come back to my place?” I offered.
“Fuck yes,” he said. Then he lowered his voice so only I could hear. “Emphasis on the ‘fuck.'” He winked. I downed what was left of my drink and we walked out to his car.
I let him drive. It wasn’t very far from where I was cat-sitting for my ex-girlfriend. I wanted to use her bed again while she was still out of town. For me, it was a turn-on getting fucked the first time, when I didn’t know she expected it. But now, with her permission? “P.S. Hope you get fucked. I can tell you need it! :)” was what her note said. I wondered what she might be thinking about. Was she picturing me with another man in her bed? It turned me on even that much more. And I wouldn’t have been able to drive and stare at Cameron the whole ride.
I wasn’t really staring so much as looking intently. I wanted to see his reactions, his mannerisms, his quirks, while we talked. I was studying. It was an odd feeling. Up until now, I’d only met men for sex. There was a different sort of attraction that I felt toward Cameron beyond the desire to have his cock in me. I definitely wanted that, but I wanted to know Cameron and I could happen again. If we’d been friends this would have been uncomfortable. But here I was, making a new friend: hopefully, a new long-term friendship. All that was flowing through my mind as he finally parked in her driveway.
I hopped out to go raise the garage door. He pulled in and I went to open his door for him.
“Why, thank you, sir,” he mocked me.
I merely leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. He pulled me close and our tongues entwined, wrestling to get past into the other’s mouth. His hand was behind my head, gently pulling my hair, his other at the button to my jeans. I was ready for him, needed him. Hell, I was full on hard as a rock when he got his hand around me. I reached to undo his jeans as well. He was already growing, I could feel it. I pushed him away, dropping to my knees.
His cock was a treasure to behold: thick mushroom head, tapered veiny shaft, and two large, hairy testicles. His erection was in my hand as I rubbed him all over my face. I nuzzled into his ball sac, inhaling his musky scent. My tongue began to massage them. I suckled his balls, so sweet and salty. This time, he was the one to push away.
“Can we get inside?”
I didn’t want to release his cock, but I did. We held our pants up and practically sprinted into the house. Once inside, I threw my pants in the general direction of the couch and turned to watch him admiring my nakedness. I went to undress him, but he shushed me away. He began to dance, nothing outrageous, just a little swaying of the hips and shoulders. He was so sensual. He turned around, bent over, and slowly exposed his ass. Some hair, but more like fuzz. And his hole… That, I wanted a taste of.
We kissed our way to the bedroom. Fluffers was licking himself on the half-made bed. I shooed him away.
“He’s got the right idea,” I heard Cameron say.
I pulled him onto the bed and made him lay back. I hiked up his legs and went back to work on his manhood. I licked his shaft, slobbered all over it, before taking him into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was here again, this time with a different cock in my mouth. He was involved, not just a passive recipient of my oral ministrations: he touched me. He wanted to touch me. He let me suck for a few moments before he proposed a different position.
I’d never done that before, sucked while being sucked. It was amazing. He was delicate and firm with his oral attentions to my raging boner. I’d never felt such feelings from a mouth on my cock. Cameron knew what he was doing. It made it rather difficult to pay good attention to his rock-hard phallus. Plus, not only was his mouth performing magic on my genitals, but his fingers found my aching hole and teased their way inside, lots of saliva and pre-cum lubing the passage.
As much as I wanted to taste his sperm, I needed him inside me. I pulled off.
“I’m ready for you, if you are,” I offered.
He didn’t answer, just removed his mouth from my cock, and threw me onto my back on the bed. He lifted my legs onto his shoulder. Leaning down, down… We kissed. I don’t know how he did it, but I felt his presence enter me. It was such a smooth transition. He pushed partway in before easing back. Again in, then slowly pulled back. I was ready for him, I wanted all of him, yet he was working wonders. He took his time. I felt him with every cell of my anus, tingling with intense pleasure. When I finally felt him bottom out, he lingered as he kissed me.
“In a few moments, I’m going to fuck the living bejeezus out of you. Just so you’re prepared.”
As if that was a problem. “That’s why you’re here,” I smiled back.
And he was true to his word. After a few deliberate, deep strokes, he began to really pound into my asshole. He kept moving my ass up, fucking me almost to the point where my cock was hanging directly over my face. He was nearly standing over me, his cock pummeling my anal cavity. I was royally buggered and I was happy about it. He grabbed my dick and started pumping. I felt ready to explode. He took one more, two more plunges into the depths of my ass and planted his seed. He continued stroking me for just a moment more when I shot my own load all over my face.
We were both breathing hard, but he seemed to still have energy. He leaned down and sucked my cum off my face. I tried to kiss him, but he refused, swallowing every last drop. He grinned down at me, still catching his breath.
“That’s exactly what I needed,” he smiled. He bent down to kiss me once more, a long lingering meeting of our lips. He pushed himself up and slowly vacated my delightfully sore bottom. He turned around and again I was able to watch his powerful glutes. I could have just eaten him up, and I wanted to.
He walked out to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and the sink running. Only a few minutes after leaving, he was returning with a warm, wet washcloth and still wearing nothing but his gorgeous smile. He offered the cloth to me and climbed into bed beside me. We cuddled for a while, each still floating in that post-coital high.