Back from holiday and feeling refreshed. I now had two fuck buddies. I met up with them weekly and usually fucked both of them, and sometimes watched Clive screwing his partner. My head was clearer. Splitting with someone is a bit like a death of a friend. It is painful at first, then you remember the good, happy times. I still wasn't sure if I was ready for another relationship, once bitten, twice shy, I thought the best way would be to let love find me. I put my profile on some hook up sites, 'Good looking 27 year old top with a big cock.....', with plenty of pictures. I was inundated. When I wasn't having sex with Gray and Clive, I was having one night stands.
I was very picky who I chose to go with, setting an upper age of 40, and obviously no one under 18. There were a few of stand out shags. A pretty fem boy lost his virginity to me, bloody hell, he was tight, but he gave good head and I fucked him twice. Another time I saw a couple for a threesome, something I love. Having plenty of cum and a quick recovery rate allows me to fuck again in less than half an hour. A third guy who came to my apartment insisted that he was 38, but you could probably add 10 years onto that, but he was here and I was horny. We went straight to bed, where he gave such a good blow job I came in his mouth. We kissed and cuddled until I was ready to go again, this time lasting for ages. We kept changing positions, and I'd stop to have a sixty nine. An an absolute animal. The sex lasted nearly two hours and we both came twice. We swapped numbers. I was getting all the sex I wanted and rarely masturbated.
I started to itch for another relationship, but it HAD to be right. We had a new client come to our office, a self employed builder. Still in his work clothes and covered in cement dust, I took an instant liking to Luke. He was 26, round faced, about 5'9" and muscular. His brown eyes smiled. His books would be very easy, so I negotiated a decent, affordable deal for him. As he was leaving, I thought I'd chance my arm and invite him for a drink, which he accepted, and we arranged to meet at a quiet pub in town. I still didn't know if Luke was gay, straight or curious. When he arrived, he looked like a different man, smartly turned out and smelling of expensive aftershave. His bulging biceps barely fitted over his polo shirt. As we sat down I noticed a rainbow ring on his right thumb. It wasn't there when he was in his work clothes. I bought him a Guinness, I had a glass of cabernet sauvignon, and we sat in a little booth. Even coming from different backgrounds, we had so much in common, a love of sport and musical theatre, the conversation flowed. At the end of the evening, I didn't know whether to shake hands or kiss him. He solved the dilemma by kissing me on the neck. We made a date for Saturday, in the same pub, I wanted any possible relationship to grow organically. I still emptied my balls on a regular basis. Online, I had a chap visit me, and when we undressed, his dick was even bigger than mine. What's more, he wanted to top me! I'm by no means an anal virgin, but hadn't bottomed in several years. In the end we decided to flip fuck, as long as he used plenty of lube. He used his fingers on me, and then held my legs in the air and gently penetrated me. Once inside, I'd forgotten how great it felt, and I dispensed with the idea of flipping. He was an amazing lover and brought me to orgasm a long time before he came himself.
Luke and I carried on dating on a regular basis, each time ending with the kisses becoming more passionate. Weekends he joined me for the run, which was more of a jog as he couldn't keep up. I noticed that there was to be an amateur performance of Les Mis at the local theatre and bought us tickets. It was a lovely evening and we went for a meal after the show, by which time it was late. I dropped Luke home and he invited me in for coffee. We sat, chatting about the show, and life in general. He came and sat next to me on the sofa. Putting his arm round me, we kissed deeply. Tops came off and he ran his hand over my chest. We carried on kissing for an eternity, my dick struggling in my boxers. "Let me suck you", he whispered, and knelt before me. I shuffled out of my trousers, taking my underwear with them. "Fucking hell, it's huge". He held the base of my erect penis and licked round the crown, cuddling my sack. I closed my eyes and let him take me to dreamland. His mouth engulfed my cock and he bobbed up and down, I was so worked up that it didn't take long. He hadn't realised how much cum I produced, or how hard it came out. Semen ran down his chin onto the carpet. "Wow!, Fucking wow!", is all he could say. "C'mon, my turn", and we swapped places. His dick was close on 7" and rock solid. I love giving head, and can usually edge someone for a long time, Luke shot his load. We kissed and I fed his cum back to him. We finished our coffee and we kissed good night. In bed at home, I masturbated again.
We had drinks several times after work through the week and I invited him to spend the weekend at my apartment. Not wanting to miss a moment, he arrived, flowers in hand, Friday evening. We snogged as soon as the door shut. I showed him through to the living room and put his overnight bag on the bed. I opened a bottle of my favourite cabernet sauvignon and we toasted our friendship, soon to become love. After finishing the bottle, we went to bed. Slowly we kissed and undressed one another. Lost in a world of our own, we kissed and cuddled, rolled around on the bed groping, and gave each other head. I wanted him so badly, it was frightening. Luke looked into my eyes and said, "Fuck me". I rimmed him and put loads of lube on his hole. "Gently, please, I haven't been fucked in a long time, and never with a cock like yours". I greased my penis and pushed oh, so gently on his ring until it gave way, and I slowly edged in. "Wow! That feels wonderful". I began to pump, pulling nearly all the way out and adding more lube. Speeding up, he started to toss. Banging hard now and taking him from different angles, he exploded. With my climax approaching, I pulled out, hit him in the face with the first two jets, and bred him with the rest. It was the first of many. I fucked Luke doggy style Saturday morning, and had him on the sofa Saturday evening. Sunday we did it in the shower. He had to go home Sunday teatime, but not before we went back to bed for one more fuck. He sat on my pole and bounced.
After work drinks became after work fucks, he always had to shower because of his work. I was still seeing Gray and Clive, though less frequently, I even introduced Luke to them, and I didn't need Grindr anymore.
Two months later, Luke moved in with me and at last I had someone to share my bed with. Memories of the cunt of an ex were gone, I had found the man of my dreams, and he had found me. Sometimes one of my old flames would hit me up, and we would have a threesome. which Luke loved. I always had enough cum for at least two.
And that's it. Don't go looking for love, it will find you, maybe in the most unusual way!
