The scariest phrase in the English language is 'blind date.' I know. I've been on some blind dates from hell. I have some beloved, well-meaning straight friends who go through life grabbing gay men at random and saying, 'You have to meet Michael.' I've tried to explain that's like saying 'Oh! You're heterosexual, too? So much in common!' but it doesn't quite land. As I said, they mean well, so when they hit me with their latest 'perfect for Michael' I put on a slightly glassy smile and thank them. I asked about him, and, as usual, they knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was gay.
Gay...and late. I stared at my watch again, and sighed. Or, it could be gay and stood me up. I waited a bit long, then royally lost my temper and stalked out. I'd barely hit the sidewalk when I collided with something that looked and smelled like a sewer. I recoiled, and he apologized in a deep, cultured, intelligent voice. I looked at him. Wet hair plastered against and half obscured his face. Unidentifiable things clung to him everywhere. His suit was sodden and shapeless. And the smell was horrific. 'What the hell happened to you?' I asked in disbelief. He smiled slightly. 'Ball went into drainage ditch,' he said with humor in his voice. 'Dog went in after ball. Kid went in after dog. Thankfully, I slammed on the brakes in time, and got out kid and dog. No luck with ball.' I found myself grinning back at him. We chatted for a bit, and he told me all about the cops, paramedics and the spectators. Then, he asked me if I'd please go into the restaurant and tell myself he was going to be late for dinner.
We met at his place. He needed a shower like no one had ever needed a shower. I walked around and admired, and frankly examined, his apartment. Great prints of impressionist paintings. Comfortable furniture. Lots of books and music. His kitchen looked quite capable of housing a cook. There was an herb garden on the windowsill. I felt comfortable and at home. I wanted to go peak into his bedroom, but I heard the shower stop. A bit later, I heard the blow dryer start up. I read some of his magazines, thinking about the sound of his voice, and how I could be aroused by a relatively faceless soggy lump that smelled like shit. I took it as a good sign. When he finally emerged, he smelled like subtle cologne and looked gorgeous. The hair was brown with red highlights, thick and wavy, sweeping down his neck. His eyes were bright blue and full of humor. He wore a T-shirt and running shorts and was barefoot. My cock stood up with respect. He grinned at me, motioned for me to follow him and sailed into the kitchen. I watched his ass move under his shorts and swallowed hard.
He threw together a simple meal, we ate and talked, then we listened to music and talked and then we jumped on each other and made out like crazy. He was wonderful, everything I wanted and a few things I didn't know I wanted until I heard them come out of his mouth. His tongue was agile, his kisses hungry, and his body responsive. I slid a palm down his side to his hip and massaged. He moaned slightly. I didn't want to move too fast, so of course my next move was to slide my hand to the front of his shorts and massage his cock. His very large, very hard cock. He moaned helplessly, and breathed the word 'Yes!' into my ear. I slid my hand beneath his waistband, then around the back to massage his taut, silky ass. He moaned again, and thrust himself against me. I got his shorts and briefs off with little grace, then bent and used my mouth on his side, licking and nibbling him. His breathing became quick and harsh, and his body trembled.
I looked up, and his blue eyes burned at me. I took his mouth with my tongue, pushing him back on the couch. I moved on top of him, writhing my clothed body on top of his. He humped up at me, furiously, his eyes wide. He seemed startled by the intensity of his own arousal. I was a little stunned at my behavior, too. I hadn't gotten laid in so long my balls lived in a permanently bitchy and blue state, but I denied myself to make it better for him. I took his wrists, pinned them over his head and grinned at him. 'Convince me you want me,' I whispered. He swallowed hard, and let loose a string of obscene words, offers, promises, declarations and random syllables. I kissed him hard, then slid off him, yanking on his wrists to pull him to his feet. 'You convinced me,' I said as I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth.
Kneeling in front of a naked man while fully clothed was powerfully erotic, and my hard, throbbing cock leaked precum into my briefs. I sucked him gently, reverently, as he ran his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him. He watched me with a stunned expression on his face. I held his eyes with mine, and very slowly slid my tight lips up and down his rod. He poured precum into my mouth, and I sucked it up and moaned at the incredible taste. He spread his feet, tightened his ass muscles and clenched his fingers into fists. He was fighting to make it last. I kept up my slow, rhythmic sucking, my hands sliding up and down his thighs. Finally, he gasped, rose up on his toes, threw his head back, arched his spine and drove his cock deep into my mouth. He exploded cum into me. Sweet, hot cream that I swallowed lustily as his cock toyed with the top of my throat. He stayed hard, and I kept sucking. It was way too intense, but he had a grip on my hair and wouldn't let go. He wanted it more than anyone had ever wanted my mouth.
His knees buckled and he went backwards to land on the couch. I kept my mouth suctioned to him. He sat sprawled, fingers tangled in my hair, moaning helplessly. I managed to get his cock out of my mouth for a second to lick and wet my index finger. I immediately went back to sucking, and shoved his thighs apart with my elbows. I slid my hand under his ass. His entire body twitched and he released a small 'oh!' sound. I worked my fingers into the crack of his ass and toyed with his puckered hole. I worked just the tip of my finger in the hole and wiggled it back and forth. He groaned, and I swear I felt his cock swell in my mouth. I sucked harder, and worked the finger all the way in his ass. He clamped his muscles around me and I almost shot in my pants. Damn, he was beyond tight. I could imagine what that incredible ring would feel like as I pumped my cock into it. I closed my eyes for a second to gain control, my mouth still sucking him greedily. I fingerfucked his ass...gently at first, then harder and harder as he responded. He was wildly responsive, almost pulling my hair out as he gripped and thrust with his cock, and drove his ass down on my finger. Finally, his body spasmed helplessly as he went into the longest, most intense dry orgasm I've ever witnessed. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his convulsions intensified. His last act before passing out was to punch me a good one in the head to make me let go of his cock.
I covered him with a blanket, kissed his cheek lightly then went to take off my clothes. I rinsed the precum out of my briefs, smiling to myself. I looked down at my stiff cock and smiled again. I'd had no orgasm, my balls hurt like hell, and I was happier than I could ever remember being. I poked around his bedroom for a while, touching his things, smelling them, absorbing everything about him I could. Finally, I went back to the living room, and sat on the edge of the couch with his feet in my lap and fell promptly asleep. I awoke quite some time later to discover him kneeling in front of me, one of my balls in his mouth, suckling me like a puppy.
I brushed the hair out of his eyes. He released my ball gently, then slid his tongue up my cock and nibbled on the head. I groaned and he grinned at me. 'You taste so damned good,' he said. I blinked at him. No one had ever said that aloud to me. I almost came up his nose. He continued to tease me with his tongue, flicking it all over my shaft, swirling it around the head, dropping down to lick my balls, and even moving to lick and nibble my thighs. It was luxurious and sensuous. I wanted to spend eternity with his talented mouth urging me to greater and greater heights of arousal. He wanted me to fuck the hell out of his ass. He won.
The puppy resemblance continued as he rolled a couple of times to the middle of the floor and leaped to his hands and knees, his ass wagging. He grinned at me. 'Damn, I want you in my ass,' he said happily. 'Fuck me good.' I asked him where the lubricant was as calmly as possible, and got up to get it, amazed that I could make my body function. I found it, stared at it for a moment, then came back. He looked at me like the few seconds we'd been apart had been agony. It was the most genuine facial expression I'd ever seen. I knelt next to him and kissed his mouth, softly, tenderly, sliding my tongue in only enough to touch his gently. He looked at me with eyes full of meaning, and smiled. I smiled back. 'I'm out-of-control,' I said softly. 'Afraid of being too rough. Let me know?' He smiled and nodded.
I knelt behind him, then lowered my mouth to his ass, licking and kissing every inch of him. I managed to get lubricant on my fingers...and on me, him, and the floor. I slid the first finger in gently, fucking him with it to relax and open him. The second finger went in a little too soon and none-to-gently. He thrust back at me to take them as deeply as possible, his breath coming in ragged bursts. I fucked his tight ass with my fingers, putting more lubricant on my cock, stroking it lightly with my fingers. I couldn't wait any longer. I removed my fingers, grabbed my shaft, rubbed it against his hole and thrust inside of him. He gasped, his back arching and his sweet tight ass coming back at me hard. I went all the way in, my balls colliding with his, my pelvis thudding against his silky cheeks. I grabbed his hips and began to pump him, not even trying for gentleness anymore. Nothing mattered except the sensations slamming though me. I thrust hard, slid my cock out almost to the very tip to thrust all the way in him again. Faster and harder, listening to my breathing change, listening to him gasp with pleasure, wanting to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him. He lowered his head, braced his hands and shoved his ass back, offering it to me completely. I went wild and screwed him as hard as I could. My balls grew tight, and I felt it begin. He sensed it, and started to howl at me. 'Fuck me! Fill me! Overflow me with your cum! I want it so much!' I managed two more savage strokes before I went rigid and pumped hot cum into his ass. Incredible ecstasy took me as I filled him to overflowing.
I don't have blind dates anymore. In fact, technically, I don't have dates. I just roll toward him in the morning and ask what he wants to do that day.