Werebear

A Pleasant Evening

He owned a townhouse in one of the more upscale neighborhoods near the center of town. He parked in his driveway and as we ascended the front steps, I saw my car parked a few houses down. I could just make out a silhouette in the driver’s seat. I let go of the last of my doubts and followed Stevie in.

Once inside he got right down to business. He pushed me back against the front door and ran his hands up and down my torso. Then, unbuttoning my tight black shirt, he slipped his hands inside, squeezing the muscles of my chest and rubbing vigorously up and down my belly, finally threatening to slip his fingers past the waistband of my pants. He began to kiss me furiously as he explored my body, and when he moved his mouth to my neck, I was able to give voice to my amusement. “And I thought I was the horny one.”

He pulled his head back slightly, trying to focus his sex-glazed eyes on mine. “I’m sorry. Is this too fast? I can slow down. It’s just that I’ve been doing my best to be patient all night, and you were so horny. I could smell it on you. It was driving me mad.”

“No,” I moved one of his hands down and placed it on my raging boner. “Not too fast. I’m ready, see?”

He made a guttural noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, and thrusting his hips forward, pinned me to the door as he began to grind his rigid dick against my thigh. “Me too.”

Within a minute we stood amidst a tangled pile of clothes, as our naked bodies were writhing in pleasure. I was still pinned to the door, only this time facing it, and he was methodically pounding my ass. It didn’t take long before he shot his load, and only then did the idea of protection enter my sex-muddled brain. Oh well, Sniff had assured me that this guy was safe. I just hope he knows him as well as he says he does.

Once he slipped out of my ass, he grabbed my shoulders, flipped me around, and once again pinned me to the door, this time by pressing his face against my hips as he swallowed my throbbing cock. Blow jobs weren’t my favorite sexual activity, but he really knew what he was doing. When he slipped a finger up my now lubricated hole and began poking my prostate, I blew. I never saw a drop of my own cum. He swallowed it straight from the tap and didn’t let the tiniest bit fall from his lips.

When my spasms subsided, he released my cock and stood up to kiss me. His mouth was full of my salty spray and he made sure I got a good taste. “You like the taste of your own cum?” He wasn’t being aggressive at this point, shooting his load deep in my ass seemed to have tamed him a bit. He was genuinely asking for my preferences.

“I guess,” I hesitated, slightly embarrassed. “I’ve never really thought much about it.”

“Did you like the taste of it in my mouth?” he spoke carefully, allowing his tongue to move the remains of my load around in his mouth. I nodded. “Want some more?”

Again, I nodded. He gently tipped my head back and carefully placed his mouth a few inches above mine. “Open up.” His words were unnecessary. He allowed a large ball of cum-filled spit to form on his lips and carefully let it fall into my waiting hole. I rolled it around in my mouth, enjoying the mixing of his bodily fluids and mine.

Now for the awkward moment, I thought. We’ve had sex. And since that usually signals the end of a hook up, I should probably leave. “Um…” I stuttered as I bent to pick up some of my clothes. “I should…”

“What’s your rush?” he smoothly reached over and cradled my still hard dick in the palm of his hand. “It looks to me like you’re not done yet.”

He was right. I was still hard and horny. We had been there for only about ten minutes, and we hadn’t even made it off the platform in the foyer before cumming. There was still more we could do, and between the pressure the biker had been putting on me and the weeks of enforced celibacy, I could probably go all night. I looked him up and down. As I had told Sniff, he wasn’t really my type, but he had a beauty all his own, which seemed to transcend type. On top of that, his dick was still as hard as mine, and I could use another fucking. “Looks like you’re not finished either. Where to next?”

By the time I walked out his door at about 3:00 a.m., we had desecrated almost every room in his house. My libido had slowly diminished, decreasing a small amount each time we fucked, and when I was finally able to lose my erection, I decided to call it quits. I think he would have kept going if I had let him, but I needed to get some sleep before work. I peeked out a window and saw that my car was still sitting where it had been. He asked me if I needed a ride and I declined.

I tumbled into the passenger’s seat; startling Sniff awake as I shut the door. After rubbing his eyes, he looked at me and joked, “Someone looks like they had a pleasant evening.”

“Someone did, “I responded, “A very pleasant evening.”