Johan

I’ve often wondered if there is a scent or a look that makes other men know you’re gay or bi and even anything that would set them off knowing what type of lover you are. (I’m a bottom and have rarely run into another bottom when hooking up, this problem only arises when I’m online). This is a true story that happened to me in another life when I was married to my first wife. To protect all peeps, the names have been changed, but if Johan reads this, he’ll know who wrote it.

Our Saturday night started out in the usual way. My wife and I went to a cheap restaurant and then hit a small pub we usually frequented to throw darts and drink our troubles away with the regular crowd. That night we had met a lone stranger that had, as my wife said, the most charisma than any man she had ever seen. Johan was indeed good-looking, but didn’t hit me the same way he did my wife. I could tell she had the hots for him and if we had an open marriage she would have left me in the bar to go upstairs and have her way with him.

Johan was strikingly handsome, tall, European, nice looking beard, good looking body, but for some reason, I felt he was also one of the people that sort of took advantage of his attributes,  so I wasn’t as taken with him as my wife, Robin was.

Like I said he lived in a small room above the bar and after the bar had closed he invited us upstairs to see his paintings. That whole night Robin couldn’t stop talking to him and we learned he was in the states alone and working days as a masonry but his true passion was painting. Johan was Danish, this was one of the things that had been coincidental for us when we first met him because my best friend was Danish and he and I used to live at this same bar, my bestie having gone back to Denmark, so it was kind of kismet that we should meet another Dane at this same bar.

Johan was very different than my best friend in the way that he was an artist, like I am. He being a painter, I being a musician. This really appealed to my wife, and she liked that he seemed kind of a lonely soul. Robin and I were not really used to staying up so late, so after Johan showed us about 30 of his paintings after the bar had closed, we finished off a bit of whiskey with Guinness chasers, my wife laid down on his couch and started to dose off. I told Johan I needed to take a leak and he put his hand on my shoulder and said he would show me the bathrooms ‘cause they were a bit away and down the hall and… had a problem with a sticky door. We walked down a narrow hall pretty far away from his small rented room and I started to not feel too well. I wasn’t sure if I had drank too much or if it was the lack of sleep in the early morning hour, but I could tell I wasn’t completely right.

When we got to the bathroom Johan did have a problem getting the door opened and told me he couldn’t kick the bottom like he usually did because of the late hour. Finally getting the door open I stood at the urinal and after pissing for what seemed like 10 minutes my senses came back to me and I started to feel better. I headed over to the sink and splashed water on my face to wake me up a bit and looked over at Johan leaning against the wall near the shower smoking a cigarette.

“How do you feel now my friend?” Johan said, “You were looking a little green.”

“Much better, thank you, “Do you have any more of those”? I said pointing to his cigarette.

“Oh, I didn’t know you smoked”, Johan said.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” I said in a sort of snarky way, jealousy obviously apparent in my voice.

“Sorry, this is my last one. But I don’t mind sharing it with you”. He handed me the cigarette and I stuck it in my mouth and inhaled looking at him as a smoke trail went up into my eye. I kept blinking trying to act normal even though my eye was tearing up.

“Actually I don’t mind sharing anything with you”, he said.

I coughed a bit not really being a smoker but hoping that the nicotine may wake me up a bit. I could only think he was talking about my wife.

“So my wife is really turned on by you,” I looked at him accusingly.

“Yeah, it happens, but something I didn’t tell you guys is… well… I’m gay. And I know your wife is kind of flirting with me but she does nothing for me. If I had my druthers, I’m kind of turned on by you.” Then he handed the cigarette back to me and as my hand brushed his he pulled me close with his hand until we were face to face and then he kissed me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and forced his tongue into my mouth. I reciprocated by putting my arms around his back.

I‘ve never been kissed by a man with a beard before and I will admit if felt kind of weird but it really turned me on, especially the force of his kiss. He also ran his hand down onto my ass and grabbed my left cheek and squeezed it then pushed his fingers up into my crack.

After kissing for a while, Johan pulled back from me and asked me if I’d ever had sex with a man. I just smiled and went down onto my knees and started unbuckling his pants. I almost had his pants down when he pulled me up and said we didn’t have enough time for that due to my wife possibly waking up and coming to look for us. With that, Johan told me to pull down my pants and underwear and opened up one of the cabinets under the sink and pulled out 4 rolls of toilet paper then grabbed a bottle of lube. He threw the cigarette into the sink, set the lube down, and pulled his pants down.

I had only one time seen an uncut cock before. That was my father's and being really young I couldn’t remember that much about it except it almost seemed like a different organ. Well, it didn’t look like mine, but being a very subservient son, and not wanting to get whacked in the back of the head, I didn’t stare at it or ask why his dick was so different than mine. While I’ve had sex with a multitude of boys and then men, I have had my share of cut cocks but never one with a foreskin. I wondered if it would feel different.

Johan put lube all over his cock working the lube into his foreskin and up and down his shaft. I watched him stroke his cock getting while it got harder with each pull. He told me to turn around and bend over the sink. I could feel him rake his dick up and down the crack of my ass, an anteater looking for the hole. Just as soon as he found it he forced his dick up into me and I yelped out as his hard tool slid inside of me. The pain was exquisite and woke me up totally. He pulled back out a little bit then pushed back up into my ass about two inches. This took my breath away due to the sharp pain I felt.

“Push your legs out farther”, he said, as he pushed my feet apart. Johan grabbed my shirt and used it to pull me back into him thrusting harder. He kept this up pushing deeper and deeper into my hole with each thrust, stopping for a second when he was at the bottom of each thrust. Before too long I was starting to get used to it and he was almost all the way into me. I could feel his body and balls starting to hit my ass.

“Oh my God, I knew you would be tight, but shit, you’re like really hard to get my cock into, Fuck ughh. Tag min pik i din fisse nu”! (Take my dick in your pussy, now!)

Johan pushed me down so that more of my upper body was in the sink and then he started to bang into me hard. He grabbed my hips pulling me forward into him with each thrust.

“Fuck that feels good,” I said out loud. His rough pushing was hitting my G-spot and I started moaning.

“Mmmmngh, Fuck yeah”

“Oh you Tøs, (You Slut) You fucking Tøs” Johan vented as he held onto my hips slamming into my backside.

I’ve had men fuck me hard before but Johan was fucking my ass with abandon. I was just starting to get used to his girth and the constant stabs into my hole when he pulled all the way out and slapped my ass with his dick.

‘You want it don’t you, you fucking slut whore?  Say you want it Cunt! Tell me you want it.”

“Oh hell yeah, put it back into me Jo… Jo… Johan!”

“ You blonde cunt I’m going to fuck your ass so fucking hard”!

He then rammed it back into my hole and resumed pounding into me.

“Oh, Oh my god! Fuck me, fuck me yeah. Harder!” I said even though he was pushing into me with incredible force.

I will admit it had been a long time since I’d had sex with a man and I was kicking myself now because I had forgotten how good it felt and I was fucking loving it. This was probably the roughest ass pounding I’d ever received.  We were starting to work up a good sweat and very time Johan would pull out of my hole and back into me there would be a squishy sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Just then Johan slowed down and stopped as he pushed up into my ass and held my hips into his groin with his hard cock buried deep into me. He held me for a bit and then started quivering.

“Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Fuckkk… I’m cumming” Johan pushed me down onto the sink basin so hard I swear I could feel his cock load my ass up with cum. He then started moving in and out in short little bursts all while holding my hips tight with his hands.

I could feel the cum leaking out the side of my hole and down my leg as Johan kept stabbing little jabs into me with his hard cock.

I came myself right after that onto the sink as he was settling down.

Johan lay over me on the sink and hugged me for a second. Both of us catching our breaths and then whispered into my ear, “That was fucking incredible”.

When we went back up to his apartment my wife was just waking up and Johan told her we should go up to the rooftop to see the sunrise.

“Oh, how romantic Robin said as she yawned got up and grabbed Johan by the hand, and headed out of the apartment and up the stairs.

After getting on top of the building with my wife holding Johan’s hand and looking out at the first light of Sunday coming up. For some reason, I didn’t feel jealous at all.