"You Never Fucked Me"

 And now back to business as usual…

 

Indianapolis—July, 2022

I had a night off.  I talked online with a man about a meet.  Forever.  As we progressed, it turned out we wanted very different things.  After wasting a lot of time, I signed off and drove into the bathhouse.  I had not been there at night during this trip.  The men who came in the evening were a very different group—a little younger and thinner, but still within 10 to 15 years of me. 

A fit man with a receding hairline wanted my cock.  Covered.  We fucked for a bit with an extremely tight regular condom covering ever millimeter of me.  I felt very little sensation—and he squirmed in some pseudo fit of passion, inspired by his over use of poopers.  He writhed so much that he pulled himself off me constantly.  The fifth time he rolled off my cock, in just the first few minutes, panting how good it was, I said good night and left his room. 

The place was pretty sparse of men now.  I was ready to just cut my losses and go back to my rental apartment.  I sat in the small porn room to collect myself.  The video there was just good enough to revive my cock.  A man walked in.  And, boy, did my luck change…

 

He stops dead in the doorway.  He looks at my boots.  My jock, with the discolored pouch pushed to one side of my rigid shaft.  My leather wristband.  And finally, up to my face.  He is tall-ish and blond.  Handsome.  His body was once incredibly defined, and it still looks great, though softer now at 50 something.   He has a towel around his waist.  It drops.  He is wearing a designer jock—really more backless underwear.

“I know you.”

I nod.  “We met when I was working down here last year.  You sucked my cock.”

It’s his turn to nod.  “May I?”

He kneels.  Sure of my answer.  He sighs and takes me into his mouth. 

Fuck, yes.  He is born to suck.  He is wonderfully wet.  His teeth are never an issue with my girth.  He takes me down, choking himself on purpose.  We both love to hear him gag.  Each time he does, he comes up, gasping and happy.

He takes a break and our eyes meet.

“I remembered you as a great cocksucker.  I’m not wrong.”

“You never fucked me.”

“You never asked.”

“I am now—I want this up my ass.”  He shakes my cock as he says it.

I stand up.  I pull his handsome face onto my cock once more.  “Get me good and wet...”

He does, slurping loudly.

I point to the couch.  He scrambles up and kneels on it, leaning his arms on the back.  His muscle butt is perfectly framed by Andrew Christian.  I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his hole.  He groans and grabs his erect cock through the fabric.  I go back and lick the almost hairless crack before zeroing in on his hole once again.

He has three different brands of poppers with him.  He hits the first one.  His hole flowers open.  He is so ready for me.  I spit one last time, stand and my cock head goes in. 

“More lube.  It’s been forever.”

Lube is added.  Now I bottom out.  I fuck slowly, building as I hear his breathing change.  I am soon slamming into his hot butt, rocking the couch he’s kneeling on. 

I pull out.  I eat his ass again.  He is fuckin’ creamy now, and I tell him so. 

I fuck a second round.  When I pull out panting, he swivels on the cushions to clean my cock.  He groans in the back of his throat.  The vibration sends waves through my dick, too.

“Sit and let me suck you.”

I sit.  He gets lost in sucking my cock.  This time he spends a lot of time on my balls.  Lifting them.  Getting my cock ring super wet.  Tonguing my taint.  And a little lower yet.

"You want to eat my ass?”

He nods, pulling my legs up.  I roll back on the couch, my ass at the perfect angle for his rimming.  He tosses me one of his bottles of poppers.  I let his tongue work my hole before I take the hit.  I begin to babble and tell him how good he is making me feel.  The rim session goes on a long time—there is no other place either of us would rather be.

Finally, I have to fuck him again.  My cock is aching for his hole.  He lies on his back this time.  He is really low for my long legs.  “The sling is right around the corner—let’s go there.”

He nods.  Happily.  I get him in.  It’s my turn to rim.  Forever.  And fuck him, watching that handsome face contort and then relax.  He poppers up and pants out his pleasure.  I fuck.  Loving the better angle and the sound our sweaty bodies make as they slap together.

I pull out.  I need to catch my breath.  “Get in the sling.  Let me eat your hole again.”

Well, fuck!  We exchange places.  He kneels and sinks into my still damp hole.  He gives me a different bottle of poppers.  It’s my turn to pant.  He eats me out, making wet slurping sounds as he does it.

“Kiss me.  Let me taste my ass…”

He comes up and we kiss.  A long time.  Passionate and wet.  It makes him sink to his knees, lick me again—and bring my sweaty taste once again to my mouth…His cock is rampant as we kiss.

The kiss breaks. 

I whisper in his ear.  “I really want to breed you.  May I?”

His answer is to kiss me harder.  When we come up for air he says, “I want you to breed me, but I’d really love it doggy, ok?”

We go back to the couch.

I eat his wet butt—which is soon to get even wetter.

“I want your cum, man…”

I stand up and slide into him.  He clenches with each thrust.  Suddenly, I’m spurting.  But it’s not the full, every nerve firing kind of climax.  I groan.  He groans, too, as he feels my cock head expand with each spurt. 

I pull out and go to my knees. I felch myself.  He pushes and gives me a big glob of semen on my tongue.  That does it.  I stand, swallowing my jizz and pushing back into him. 

This time I get the full deal.  Every nerve in my groin explodes with pleasure.   I fully empty my balls into him and collapse on his sweaty back…

 

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It should come as no surprise that Mark gave me his number…