Tony

Good morning and happy Friday y'all! Take a look at my latest adventures and tell me what you think, please? 

From the moment he walked through the door Saturday night, he commanded my attention. With a bar full of patrons, I struggled to fully centralize on providing the entertainment that they were paying for. My mind drifted to memories of him, thoughts of him, my eyes repeatedly searched him out in the crowd. The night instantly became about him.

Tony is a sexy, young Dominican kid. I say kid, because at twenty-three years old Tony is twenty-seven years my junior. He has a thing for “beefy daddies” and if my skin was darker, I could definitely be his father. 

We met through my girlfriend prior to him coming out, several years ago. Through a series of unfortunate events, Tony came to occupy my bed for a brief time a couple of years back. As a result of those same events, I hadn't seen him for some time. We communicated as often as possible though.

That night, his peach form-fitting t-shirt contrasted perfectly against his brown skin. Tomy’s sculpted black hair and perfectly trimmed beard was reminiscent of a brown-skinned George Michael from the I Want Your Sex video in the nineties.

Throughout the night there were several instances of innocuous flirting. When we were standing close while getting drinks, I'd feel his fingertips lightly padding at my thigh or side, it was exhilarating and kept my heart rate just below heart attack speeds.

Leaving out my lack of mindfulness in what I was there for, and taking into account all of the underhanded flirting that I was being subjected to,  I don't think anyone caught on to the connection we shared. Until maybe in the parking lot, after closing time.

We were sitting in my truck chatting about this and that, away from the listening ears of other people still loitering around in groups, also not ready to call it a night. With no more need to be secretive with his desire, his hand rested on my upper thigh, making a low trails up and down my jeans.

I’m almost never the instigator of these things. However, as the hungry bottom that I am, I quickly followed his lead. I like being the pret, and he was obviously on the hunt. My hand lay on his thigh over the center console and I too began my exploration of his leg.

We were leaning inward towards each other when my fingers traced an “L” up his leg and over his soft bulge. I looked up at him, my eyes begging for permission, or forgiveness. Either way, he awoke a need for him from somewhere deep inside of me, that had been hidden away for far too long. 

Permission was granted by way if a deep kiss. When he looked up at me, looking needy for him, his lips attacked mine. I submitted to his will and parted my lips to give him control of my mouth. I moaned into his kiss, transferring all of the desire from my body into his. 

Tony’s tongue grappled with mine, our lips gliding effortlessly from the lubrication of our lust for each other. From that point on, I never gave a second thought to what the other people in the parking lot might see. I let him devour me.

Tony pulled away from our lips’ embrace and left me whining for more as the cool night air took over where his warmth just was. The devilish, toothy grin that he flashed at me sent chills through my body.

“God I've missed you!” I panted, still breathless.

“I think about you all the time Aiden.” Tony said through a dangerous grin.

My eyes fixated on his hands when they drafted down into his lap and started to unfasten his pants. He shifted a little in the passenger seat and put a hand down into his clothing. A couple of seconds later, his fingers pulled the mushroom head of his cock to freedom.

I didn't think, I just reacted when I reached my hand into his loosened pants and fisted the couple of inches of his beautiful brown cock that was offered to me. 

Tony moved his hand allowing me full access while he lowered the zipper that still attempted to cage his thickening dick. I stroked my hand gently along his silky soft shaft.

“Fuck Tony, it's been too long.” my voice trembled as I spoke. My hand was still working on him.

“When was your last time?” he asked, not quite insinuating anything specific.

“Last time, or last time with a man?” I needed clarification.

“Both.” he confirmed, his eyes peering into mine.

“End of June with Stacy.” I paused trying to think back to the last man I was with. “I don't know about with a man, probably close to a year.” I offered evidence into my now dismal sex life.

I didn't need to inquire about his last. We had been Snapchating for a couple of weeks about all kinds of things. A reoccurring topic was his almost as unsatisfying quantity and quality of sex since he'd been back in town.

I flipped up the center console and like the slut that I am, I dove face first and impaled my face with the head of his cock and hungrily sucked him into my throat. God it had been too long! I thought as I hummed my unholy satisfaction through his cock.

After a few minutes of me devouring his length unabashed, from the driver’s seat, he moved my head up slightly and started masturbating while my lips brushed the head of his cock and I stiffened my tongue to bury it in his slit, consuming all of his sweet precum that dribbled out. 

“Fuck!” he growled. “I'm close!”

I managed to hum “Mmmm” before he pushed my face back down and trusted himself into me. 

His cock throbbed heavy on my tongue while he filled my mouth with his creamy hot seed. I sealed my lips right around his shaft as he fucked into me until he was drained. His cock softened, his breathing labored while I swallowed his juices and lapped up all that remained on him. 

When I was finished and sat back up again, Tony leaned in and kissed me again, with his cum still heavy on my breath. He fastened his pants back and instructed me to text him when I was home safe before exiting the cab of my truck. 

I turned the ignition, bringing the engine to life and put the transmission in reverse. When I checked my mirrors, I realised that there were still a couple small group of gathered in various spots hovering around their cars talking. 

I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face for the entire drive home or the hour or so I sat with Stacy that night. The endorphin rush from blowing Tony in the bar parking lot overrode the fear that someone may have seen us, that someone may now know that I'm a cock sucker! 

The next morning, as we woke, Stacy cuddled up next to me. Her face was in the nape of my neck. It had been a long time since she was this close to me. 

“Mmm, you smell like patchouli.” her groggy morning voice mumbled. 

The scent that Tony left in my skin turned out to be a turn on for her and I found the release that I didn't need with Tony ten hours earlier and we broke our two month drought. With him, my satisfaction was complete with his pleasure.

For the next few days, Tony and I continued our typical flirty chat. He loves sending selfies and pictures of his eight-inch cut cock. I love receiving them! We talked about my kinks, some of his fetishes and set up another time where we could have some privacy. 

THURSDAY

Tony is a sexy city boy and my free time is limited so we chose a remote mountain trail that I know of as our date. I got there first and scoped the area out, making sure there was a clear remote place out of sight of any would-be hikers. 

I was leaning against my truck when Tony pulled onto the gravel road, anxiously awaiting my Dominican friend. We talked about the differences between his new truck and mine. They were the same model, but like us, mine was older. 

He was out of his element as we ventured off into the forest taking, making our way to the chosen area that I had found. As usual, our conversation flowed effortlessly as we stepped off of the beaten path and down to a clearing that was bordered by the forest on one side and a stream on the other.

When we got to the leaf-covered meadow and stopped, there was  a new awkwardness amongst the trees. 

“What's this?” he asked, nervousness evident in his questions.

“This is where you can fuck me!” I replied, stating what I thought was obvious.

Tony looked around the meadow, taking in all of the nature around him and none of what he was accustomed to. 

“Ah, where?”

I leaned against a tree, “Here” then I pointed to a fallen tree, “or over that, and finally I pointed to the ground, “or on all fours there. Wherever you want.”

“You've done this before, haven't ya?”

I giggled, a mix of pride and embarrassment filled my mind. “Yeah.” I replied. “Not here, Ive never been here before, but in the forrest? Plenty.”

Tony started asking about the other people I’ve let fuck me or that I've fucked. He asked my body count. 

“Fifty or sixty.” I answered honestly.

He wanted more detail on some of my kinks so for a while we had a Q&A session. It was that sexy hot kind of humiliation that kept building inside of me with each question I answered openly. 

When Tony was satisfied, or more likely out of questions, he asked “Well?”

“Well what?” I questioned his question.

He was silent for a couple of seconds, looking around at the surrounding nature. “What now?”

“You fuck me!” 

“Where?”

I padded a few steps back and placed my hands on the dead tree that lay across the middle of the meadow, poking my basketball shorts-covered ass in the air at him. “Here.”

He closed the gap between us. “You’ll have to get me hard.”

“I think I can do that!” I grinned and sat on the log.

I tugged at the elastic band in his shorts, freeing his flaccid cock before I wrapped my fingers around its softness. My tongue traced the rim of his mushroom before I took him between my parted lips. 

“I think you know what you're doing.” he admitted while his cock grew in my mouth. 

I didn't stop worshiping his manhood right way, after it grew heavy on my tongue. I was intoxicated by how he tasted in my mouth, his masculine musk filling my senses. 

I pulled him all the way down my throat, bottoming at the hilt of him as he moaned quietly to the trees. Wrapping my fingers around him, my hand slid with my lips, twisting as I played. 

“Turn around.” he commanded when he decided he was getting what he came for.

I stood, pulled a small tube of lube out of my pocket and stroked the gel into the soft skin of his hard cock before I lowered my shorts and bent for his access.

I turned and placed my hands on the fallen tree about a foot off of the ground and arched my back as I felt his head searching for my entrance. 

“Am I there?”

“Yes” I whimpered at the sensation of him against my pucker. 

He pushed in slowly as I backed up, helping him stab into me. “Fuuck” I whined as he filled my tight channel.

Tony rocked into me and back out in a slow torturous pace. “Remember, you didn't answer right about the year of my truck.” he reminded me of his promised punishment for my incorrect guess. 

“Fuck me Tony!” I cried, wanting it harder and deeper.

He was unrelenting, committed to following through with his promise. I whimpered and moaned, begging him for more. And when he wouldn't give it to me, and until I couldn't take the gentleness any longer. I slammed myself back into him moaning his name and grunting each time I felt his cock bottoming out in my core.

He pistoned in and out, sawing into me. My body tingled with each thrust, and needed more with each withdrawal. My hard cock swung heavy between my legs.

“Fuck it feels so good when your balls hit mine!” I hissed.

“You can feel that?”

“Fuck yes I can!” my voice was shaky.

I pushed back into him and he stopped moving. I gyrated my hips, grinding our skin together. I tried my best to clench my muscle around his thick cock, but it was already wrecked and open for him. 

My body was on fire, his lust surged through me. He took over and slammed himself in and out of me, making me fight to stay upright, bracing the dead tree below me. Tears stinging my eyes, I cried his name. “Tony!”

I balanced myself with one arm and reached the other between my legs to cup his low-hanging balls, tugging them down, gently. My fingers moved up to the skin between the base of his cock and the walnuts in his sack, tickling his testicles with my pinky finger. 

Tony moaned louder and fucked unto me harder, forcing me to use both hands to hold myself in position for him. My nails grazed the inside of his leg as I moved. 

“I think I’m going soft?” Tony said, pulling out and leaving my ass cold and empty.

I started to tell him it was ok, that I knew he was nervous being in the woods for his first time. But I felt him stab back into me. “Nope, I just wrecked your ass.”

His comment flooded me with euphoria. I don't think he realized that the slight humiliation of him pointing out how loose I was for him would turn me on so much. And if he did, good because he might use that tactic on me in the future! 

He plowed into me hard, each time I felt him hitting the end of my canal and each time it forced a grunt out of me, that sounded alien to me. 

In my mind, I was begging him to call me his slut or a fuckboy. He triggered my humiliation kink and I wanted more. 

His pace slowed and he told me that he didn't think he would be able to cum. I got to give him the reassurance that was fucked out of my mind a few minutes earlier. 

I stood, leaving his cock inside me and pressed my back to his sweaty chest. I don't want him to feel disappointed or ashamed. I had gotten everything I came for, time with him and his cock. 

We stood, facing each other, each other watching our hands stroke our cocks. I could feel that familiar tension building in me as I worked myself over and decided to stop. I don't like cumming unless my top cums first and tells me it’s ok. My desire is them getting whatever they want from me.

Since my hand was free, I fisted Tony’s cock and stroked haphazardly while my eyes explored his smooth skin over tensed muscles. When I drifted back from the edge of orgasm, I layered his cock over mine and gripped them both. There is something sexy about frotting that I can’t quite explain, but his skin against mine as my hand stroked back and forth quickly brought me back to the precipes. 

I released our dicks and began kissing his salty sweat soaked neck, moving up and pulling his ear lobe between my teeth while he took back control of the search for his orgasm.

“I've never done doggy style before,” he admitted. “and I always jack off sitting down.”

Tony turned and sat on the log that was holding me up just a few minutes before. His muscles flexed as he stroked himself. I stood in front of him, naked from the waist down and started at his beautiful brown skin, glimmering with sweat and matted hair that sparsely covered his body. 

It was like a scene from a solo porn clip. His frame was smooth and taught, muscles contracted and relaxed as he tried to tug one out. I was in awe that such a fine specimen would be so happy to fuck me. 

“When I get close, can I cum in you?” he asked shyly.

What I wanted to say was: When we’re together, my body is yours to do with what you will! What I said was “If that's what you want, absolutely. 

His face glimmered with sweat and determination to overcome the discomfort of the outdoor setting we had chosen for our rondevu. His efforts only made his body react in an erotic way, more sweat on the humid day and more muscle movement. 

He took his hand away from his task and held it cup-like in the air. “I need your spit!” 

I leaned in and spit in the palm of his hand, assuming the lube had given out. As suspected, he stroked my spit into his cock and went back to his search.

It didn't take long after that for me to notice that his movements were getting more erratic. He was getting close. I tore my eyes away from his body, turned and bent at the waist. My hands rested on the ground with my still slick ass up in the air. 

I could see him as I stayed bent over and he didn't make another sound until he was buried in me again. I felt his cockhead slide effortlessly through my ruined ring and cried his name again. “Uh Tony, breed me!”

He pumped the solid hard thrusts into me and stopped deep. His cock throbbed in my canal and he growled, fitting into the wild space he was in, as he spilled himself inside me. He started making slow, long strokes into me, milking the seed out of him and planting it in my bowels. 

The full warmth was taken from me and abruptly replaced with a chilling emptiness when he pulled out. My body shivered at the sudden loss of him. I straightened up and turned to him to see his chest heaving and half lidded brown eyes. 

I stepped to him and brushed my lips to his. “Thank you!” I whispered into our kiss.

He looked at me and smiled before we both dressed again and wobbled our way back up the hill and out of the forest. At the truck, we talked a little more about trucks before he pulled me into a hug. We kissed one last time and said our goodbyes before driving off to our other lives.