Later that afternoon, I logged into the master game porn site and perused casually the number of players, geographic location etc. I knew my log-in would be recorded and my activity noted by the system manager so I didn’t want to be too specific. I was “just” checking the level of activity—maybe mining for ideas for a beta version. But, Paul was definitely online—and playing with me! He had my anime beneath him and he was pounding my ass with abandon (and with his horse dick) as he shouted his dominance. All my conjectures were accurate.
I think I’m going to let him play—hopefully with me in real life. Just give him plenty of opportunity and rope—and let him take the initiative. Maybe he too is ready to blur the lines between VR on-line and life. My summer now had an interesting new future. Maybe I could lose my virginity at last. Paul was certainly the kind of guy I’d dreamed would take it. I was going to try a real life game.
I don’t think I’ll call. I don’t want to interrupt his “studies.” And, I’d rather not get involved in conversation. I haven’t worked out all of my strategy yet. I’m just going to txt. ****Good to meet, Paul. See you tomorrow. Promise not to pound me into the sand. Jake **** Suitably cryptic, I thought.
Then, I went back to his game profile and watched one of his “matches.” I had to jerk off before he even finished. He was so hot, even as an anime.
*****
The next morning, I woke early. Hard as usual, but I decided to ignore Little Jake for now. He’d probably make me pay later, but so be it. I changed the sheets—just in case. I picked up the mess (well, at least the dirty laundry), filled the dishwasher and started it, and then went to the closet. Today, I needed to be perfect. His partners always wore red jocks or thongs—but that would be just too obvious. So I pulled on a pair of tight red running shorts that showcased my basket, and, just for fun, grabbed a tee that advertised (discretely of course) a supplier of gay sex toys.
I had just set out my towel and chaise when I saw Paul jogging in approach. I got up and stretched, baring my abs, getting ready to set off with him. It was a terrific morning. The water was clear. The breeze was light. The sand was pristine. I realized he was close. So, I bent over, throwing my ass into the morning breeze, and retied my beach running shoes. He was already red when he arrived—from my show or the two miles he had already accomplished? He looked again right into my face and I noted the recognition. I’m pretty sure he knew now that he had found a doppelganger for his created perfect partner anime. I think that was also the hunger of a predator! I was expecting him to jump me on the spot, but he turned and jogged off.
I fell in beside him and we took off south, skirting the wavelets and mostly silent. When we reached the south turn, we paused at the jetty, pulled off the tees, used them wipe down, and pushed them into our waist-bands. I got as good a once-over as I gave. I noted that he was chubbed. We continued the run in silence. Occasionally, I let him run ahead, feasting on his ass. Then, I would take the lead—apparently with the same impact on him. Soon we were back at the cottage.
We stopped and I wondered whether he would run on to his condo a mile or two north. I grabbed a water and threw him one to stop his departure. I wasn’t a good pitcher and he had to reach for it. When he did, his dick head definitely peaked out. “I got a surprise from my sister, yesterday. She’s convinced I am on a desert island. So she sent an Italian coffee maker and fresh beans. Can I interest you?”
You should have seen his face! I had rescued him from small talk and seduction—or empty-handed exit. Prey was inviting the predator into his cozy den. Little did he know. One second more, or if he had refused, I would have jumped him!
So we walked up to the cottage. Without really even noticing the place, he complimented me on my choice and décor—of which I had had no part. “So much nicer than the sterile condo I’m in. The whole building only has about a dozen retirees. And there’s a concierge who watches me every time I leave—probably to make sure I’m not absconding with the family silver.”
“There’s an outdoor shower if you want—or you’re welcome to use mine in there. Only one bed and bath in this place.”
“I’m good with outside.” He walked up to the outdoor deck, stripped off everything, and stood under the weak spray, turning often to rinse his body. “But I haven’t brought anything else to change into.”
I threw him a towel, making sure he noticed that I was scoping his package, and that I was smiling. I duplicated the greeting his anime had given him in a game the previous afternoon,. “You’re a big boy, Paul. I bet it’s pleased many.” Then I approached, “Here’s a towel. My tees will fit you, maybe a bit tight. You don’t need one for me though. Not sure about the bottoms. Maybe these old sweat shorts.” I handed him a pair of threadbare grey shorts and a tee, tie-died in rainbow colors. Could I have been any more obvious? But, he is a jock, and I really haven’t assessed his intellect yet. My seduction had begun. And I think he was already firing up his side of the game.
He wasn’t quick to finish or redress. So I stood there watching him “pose” before I began to set up the coffee maker. Then I moved outside to take a shower. Now he would have the full view of what I was offering—and presumably he would realize I was his perfect partner and take appropriate action.
I dried off slowly, bending and posing, fluffing shamelessly, and soaping my crack, to give him all he wanted. Then I pulled on red gym shorts and a tee, carefully tucking my semi into a nice horizontal spot. I’ve got a little over an hour before I’m expected on a zoom call. It’s now or never.
I walked over to the machine and began to prep the lattes. I detected a shadow. Then, I felt his heat behind me. And I could hear his low raspy breath. So I dropped the spoon and bent to pick it up. He sprung quickly. One hand reached for a pec and grabbed. The other slid around, down under the waistband and fisted my shaft. And his hard dick planted itself into my cleft. He had me. I relaxed into his arms. He pulled me back into him, adjusting all points of contact and assuring his possession, apparently waiting for a protest. Hearing none, his hand rose to my neck and pulled it close. He bent and sucked on my nape, presumably branding me as his, choking my breath a bit. I could feel his hard muscles and harder dick pressed up behind. I turned my head and his mouth attacked. He was pumped and ready. Our tongues dueled as he artfully spun me around. Now he had two hands on my ass cheeks and his fingers were reaching between them to pull me in. He was an animal. No words. No questions. No may-I’s. And so this “game” was going to follow one of his “silent” rough paradigms. I shivered in anticipation and fell into limp submissiveness. I could almost feel his wide smile.
Using his hands on my ass, he lifted me from the floor and pulled me up around him. I tightened my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. My lips touched his and I sucked on his lower lip. My dick crashed into his abs. Quickly he turned and marched toward my room. Within seconds, we were on the bed, him heavily on top. He was stroking every part of me, feeling for my weak points, and cocooning me with all his strength. He was nibbling on my neck as his fingers pinched my nubs. They darkened and puffed. I was writhing with desire. Neither of us had said a word. But, I was totally and completely under his control—physical and sensual. I wanted this guy. And I wanted him in me. Now, before I started to worry about his size and my inexperience. And it was pretty obvious he felt the same way. His cock was moving between my thighs, often punishing my balls. He was heavy, demanding, dominating. Perfect. He moved slightly to the side and his large hand moved to my ass, pushed open my thighs and circled a finger tip on my opening. (I was shaved and the rim was pink—not sure about the winking quality.)