A shy sex god

I recognized him right when he got out of the taxi. Not surprising considering the many times I had admired the pictures on his online profile. He was probably 185cm tall, dark hair, squared-jaw and he had squeezed his strong torso in a tight shirt.

He could be the kind of man who enters a bar and gets the clock's pointers to stop for a while to peered at him.

He could.

He could but did not, he entered the bar discreetly trying to get unnoticed, he quickly identified me and came straight to my table. I had imagined he would have this cocky smile, like any self-satisfied hot looking guy who knows it too much, but actually, he seemed rather nervous, maybe more than I was, which puzzled me.

Maybe I was not what he expected, maybe he was already planning to keep it short? I have never been confident about my look, and I have always been attracted to these hot confident guys who were good at sport and girls. Half-scared of them, half-seduced, very intrigued. I guess I secretly dreamed that one will fall for me, fall for the nerdy but smart type.

All of this happened in a second (my brain tends to overthink), and here he was, sat in front of me. We ordered a drink and started the awkward small talk of two gay guys meeting for the first time.

His hands were shaky, he really was shy and if anything it made it cuter and sexier. He asked me some questions, I tried ti smile as much as possible, and he smiled as well. And what a smile! I already said he was hot, but his smile was his killer asset. It illuminated his face, I was melting on my seat.

We continued the talk, travels, sport, jobs... and out of the blue he looked at me, almost serious, and told me "you have beautiful eyes". I thanked him for the compliment, awkwardly blamed it on the genetics and said "but you have beautiful everything!". He smiled again and I took my chance: "Do you want to come to mine?"

He said yes.

Yes!

As we entered my flat a couple of minutes later, I was nervous. I had not been with a guy for the first time in ages. I smiled nervously, I could not find the strength to look at him in the eyes. To keep myself busy, I was shuffling stuff around on the table.

He grinned and got closer to me,

feeling his presence and sweet perfume, I slowly turned my head towards him and he took it in one hand to give me a gentle kiss on the mouth.

I accepted it and leaned my head on his shoulder for one second, I was rediscovering this wonderful feeling of touching an unknown body for the first time. And I was amazed by his.

I think my hands went straight to his bum, and it was tight! He kissed me again, on the mouth, on the chin, on the neck, and on the mouth again.

This time our tongues met.

This deep kiss was like a spark, I was suddenly 17 again, hormones all over the place! I squeezed him hard and he nicely pushed me against the wall. I could feel his body against mine: his mouth on mine, his strong pecs pressing my upper body, his cock on my groin. I enjoyed the pressure of his desire!

He took my t shirt off and I unbuttoned his shirt. His torso, shoulders and arms were magnificently strong, I was impressed by how tights his belly was, my hands were trying to get around every centimeters of this treasure of a body.

It was too much, I think my senses overdosed or something, because the next thing I remember, he had sat down on an armchair and I was on my knees between his legs with his thick cock in my hand, pondering how I would be able to put it in my mouth. I was as excited as scared because it was really large!

He smiled at me and shrugged with a mix of pride and of being sorry, this fucking bewitching smile!

I sucked his balls and got closer to his cock, first licking it and moving my tongue around the top, he seemed to enjoy it so I relaxed my jaw and went down on it, as far as possible, up and down. When I got more comfortable, I tried to look at him, hoping he would enjoy the view of my blue eyes full of lust for his perfect body. He stood up and we continued, he gently slapped his hard cock on my mouth and tongue and put his thumb in my mouth, I felt softly dominated by someone who enjoyed the game in a respectful way.

I think this is when I realized it would be more than a shag.

We went to the bed and did all kind of touching and licking. He laid down and I sat on top of him, I could not get enough of this strong body and of this smile.

We kissed and I realized he had very soft lips,

I told him and he said I had a nice ass, he wanted to see more of it. He asked me to turn around, which I did. He massaged my bum, put a finger with some saliva on my ass, then slapped his cock all over it, sending me to another level of pleasure.

He had said he had condoms and lube, and I could see he wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't sure, I mean it was really big!

I did not feel ready, which he understood without seeming to care that much as long as we could continue to enjoy this time together. I found myself laid down on top of him, he was holding me strongly in his big arms and I could feel his cock between my legs, it was already so good that when he put his hand into my mouth and murmured some dirty words to my ear I could no longer hold myself. I had a long orgasm and it took me a minute to recompose myself. He kissed me, I let my head on his pecs, catching my breath.

He finally seemed happy with himself. More confident, almost macho. I looked at him, he told me smiling with his cock in his hand "I still have some milk for you", I loved that he was becoming cockier. He was enjoying the soft domination game!

I sucked his cock again, his nipples, but he still wanted my ass. I was still scared so I let him put a finger in with some lube while he jerked off and came over me. He was so good with his finger I almost came a second time.

Truth is, I can still feel his finger sliding inside me, maybe I should have let him fuck me? Maybe next time?

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We met again a couple of weeks afterwards, he took me to an event, we danced a little bit. Well, I danced while he seemed worried, looking around, was it because of me?

There were a lot of people in that place, in some occasions, he would grab my hand as to say "come with me!" so we would stay together. He probably did not realize but I liked this contact, I was dying for him to hug me, to hold my hands, look at me in the eyes and dance with me. Someone said that dancing is the vertical expression of an horizontal desire, I was being consumed by desire.

At the bar, I gave him a kiss, he smiled, looked around, then down and said "I am shy", slightly embarrassed.

How could anything he did be cute?

We then went to mine after getting completely wet on the way back. We really needed a shower so we had one. It was the first time our bodies met again. I was still hypnotized by his.

He put a hand on my bum and asked "how is this feeling today?" I said fine, we did have unfinished business.

Later, I let him pull out some condoms and put them on the bed table. Everything went very fast, like we both wanted it to go, like we had something to catch up for.

He was laying down and I went on top of him...

This time I did nothing to stop him, he put a condom on, lube on me, lube on him, and I let myself slide on his still thick cock, slowly.

At the beginning I was thinking it was not that big after all, but I soon realized it was only the very top of it. As it was getting bigger and bigger, I decided to concentrate on his sweet face. He was still the shy guy I had met in this bar, the shy guy who would not dance in front of other people 2 hours ago. Now this guy was slowly getting deep inside of me, delicately, holding me strongly with his hands, and enjoying every bit of it by the look on his face.

I was doing my best to get used to having so much man inside of me. When I reached the bottom of his cock and felt his abs, I wanted to rest for a bit but I could not help moving back and forth. The sensation was so good, and his hands were driving me, just like he should have done at the dance. That last for a nice moment, fast and slow, slow and fast.

He had the smile of a guy who finally got what he wanted, I bent closer to his face to give him space to show me a bit of the devil in his hips. And oh he was some kind of devil, I might have exaggerated the soft moans of pleasure to turn him on, murmuring my pleasure to his ear. Then, he put me on the side, and then on my back, knees up around his neck, and that is when I lost control.

I abandoned me to his will, I was physically trapped on one side of the bed, between the mattress and the whole of his body, almost folded in two.

He had me,

Fully!

This nice and shy guy had now the mask of a satyr. He was using me, up and down, looking at me in the eyes with almost a hunch of violence in the way his mouth moved. I held as much as possible until I could not anymore, I came like I had not come in years.

The satyr smiled but would not get out of me or release the pressure. I could not say a word, like in a state of shock. What had just happened to me? How could I have missed this? Anal sex had always been some sort of ambiguous thing for me: the absolute prohibition, a source of pain sometimes that usually transformed into pleasure at some point, but only rarely to this point.

While I was reflecting selfishly on the fireworks that had just happened inside my body, he had come out, still rock hard but exhausted.

I was going to jerk him off with some lube but he caught my hand and said "hang on, let's wait for the second round".

Greedy! I was loving this "all you can fuck" plan for the afternoon.

We laid down, playing with each other's hands and legs, learning the contours of our bodies but above all recovering. He told me:

"In the end, it was easier than you thought"

"what was?"

"getting my big dick inside of you"...

Yes it had been easier, thanks to some good breathing on my side and some patience on his, in all fairness, I was ready for more. We also talked about him not daring to dance

"I was raised like that, boys don't move their hips in public".

Good they did not say anything about the privacy of a room! Apparently, his upbringing was quite tough, and that's how he was so shy and so cute. I still could not believe how he was able to change so quickly from a shy and cute angel to a sex rough demon.

After a while, I was feeling horny again so I went on top of him and started to kiss him.

"Oh, this is an I-waant-sex kind of a kiss", he could not be more right.

I was ready to be fucked a second time, eager to see if I could experience this orgasm again. I sucked him off and asked him "what do you want to do?"

Without saying any word, he put some lube on himself and handed me a condom. I was surprised but excited

"Really? I thought you did not like this"

"Not with anyone"...

Oh oh oh. I had been thinking about fucking him since the first time, but that was really the ultimate transgression, and I loved a transgression!

I pulled his legs up and entered him slowly, giving him time to get used to me. I might not be as big as him, but if he had not had anyone coming there for a long time, better do this properly.

His face was again that of the shy guy and oh that was exciting!

He bit his lower lip and looked at me with a slightly submissive look that drove me nut. There was a mirror on the side and I saw how he looked at it from time to time. He was liking this, and so was I.

I had the perfect view over his perfect body and his perfect face. I turned him around and laid on him, inside him. As I was behind him, grabbing his rounded bum with my two hands, I realized he had such a smooth skin, a real angel!

We continued for a while, and this time he came first while he was riding me like a maniac. He could indeed move his hips!

We stayed there another hour, talking and laughing, confessing about our first times, what we liked or did not like much. He told me it had been a long time since someone had fucked him.

I did not say, but it had been a while someone had fucked me that well.

This new intimacy between us had somehow changed something. I would not remember him as just another sex date, and although he was protecting himself, I am pretty sure I meant more to him than anyone else he had met recently. Of course, there was a third round, of course he fucked me again and it was quicker and more rough than the first time.

We finally managed to come almost together. He left me exhausted and slightly dis-articulated. It was a strange feeling to get so close to someone so fast, and having to leave them just as fast.

I was ready for more and we agreed to stay in touch. I guess the angel wanted more as well, but the demon was trying to protect himself, so who knows?