So in the last part, you read about the first time I met Richard; the short, muscular Australian with the eight-inch cock that completely stole my attention. We’d shared an intense, messy, unforgettable night, me kneeling while he stood, face fucked my throat, tasting that weirdly sweet strawberry lube, taking him completely. It was thrilling, awkward, hot, and I left with my head spinning, already craving the next time.
Fast forward about a month. Our next meeting had been delayed...Richard was in the middle of shifting to this farmhouse-style home, a kind of shared space with dogs roaming around and a few chickens pecking in the yard. Texting during that time was teasing, flirty, building tension bit by bit: playful comments about tight underwear, sly hints about what we might do when he was settled, little jokes that made both of us grin.
Finally, once he was done unpacking and the place had its rhythm, he invited me over one fine night. I could feel my pulse quicken just reading the message. The anticipation had built slowly, and now it was about to pay off.
Australian Man Pops My Cherry
When I pulled up to Richard's new place, the farmhouse immediately gave off this relaxed, lived-in vibe. The wooden porch creaked under my steps as I approached, sunlight filtering through the overhanging eaves. A few dogs ran up to greet me, tails wagging, noses nudging my hands. I spent a moment kneeling to pet them, feeling the warmth of their fur under my fingers before Richard appeared at the door.
“Hey, come on in,” he said, his short frame smiling up at me, casual and easy. The privacy out here was perfect...no neighbors peeking, no distractions, just the gentle sounds of nature. We stepped inside, and he guided me through the space, showing me around. The kitchen smelled faintly of fresh wood and earth, a few chickens clucking outside through the open windows.
Richard was dressed casually...loose T-shirt and shorts but something caught my eye. On a chair, partially crumpled, were his underwear, a little dirty from the day. I glanced at it, and he caught my look.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a grin. “I just changed into some clean ones for you.”
That made me smirk, a little thrill running through me. The ease with which he teased me like that, it was hot.
We moved into his bedroom eventually. He talked about his workout routine, showing me his little home gym setup...dumbbells neatly stacked, a pull-up bar, a yoga mat rolled in the corner. He flexed a little as he explained, short but powerful, muscles rippling under his tanned skin.
Finally, he flopped onto the bed, propping himself on one elbow. “So… I got some new underwear,” he said, eyes glinting. “Since you like them so much.”
My attention zeroed in. His teasing tone, the way he lingered over the words...it made my chest tighten. I could feel that familiar pull, the one that made me appreciate every fabric, every cut, every fit. The subtle stretch over his hips, the snugness that hinted at what lay beneath...it was my favorite kind of visual tease.
He reached down and peeled off his shorts, revealing the new pair underneath. Reddish color, tight, and sculpted just for him, showing off every line, every contour. Diesel underwear.
I swallowed, leaning in slightly, already imagining the feel of the fabric against my fingers, the warmth against my lips, and the way he would look as I explored him again.
I couldn’t resist. My fingers grazed over the waistband first, teasing the fabric, feeling the warmth radiating through the snug material. Slowly, I bent towards his bulge and trailed my tongue along the outline of his cock, dampening the fabric with the tip of my tongue. He shivered at the contact, a low, pleased groan escaping past his lips. The scent of him was sharp, musky,, mingling with the faint sweetness from the fresh underwear and the subtle hint of sweat.
Richard shifted slightly on the bed, pressing the fabric closer against me, giving me better access. His hands hovered, then rested, almost possessively, on my head. I could feel his erection pulsing beneath the fabric, teasing against my lips through the material. The heat was undeniable, the anticipation building with each gentle flick of my tongue over the soaked underwear.
“You’re… really good at this,” he muttered, voice low and ragged. His thighs twitched, flexing subtly, and I could see the strain of pleasure radiating through him, making the fabric stretch just enough to tease me even more.
I leaned in, pressing my lips against the dampened material, tasting him faintly through the cotton. The sensation was new, deliciously indirect, heightening the tension, the tease. Slowly, carefully, I slipped the waistband down, exposing the tip, hard and glistening. A bead of pre dripped down, catching the light as I flicked it with my tongue, savoring the warm, musky taste.
“Fuck… yeah boy,” he groaned, rolling his hips slightly. “That’s it… just like that.”
I let my hands wander, one gripping his hip for stability, the other sliding over the smooth expanse of his lower stomach, feeling every subtle twitch and flex. He was so responsive, his breathing deep and uneven, short sharp exhales punctuating each flick of my tongue. The air was thick with heat, the scent of him strong and intoxicating, filling my senses completely.
Encouraged by his reactions, I took his dick deeper into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, exploring his 8 inch monster. Richard groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me, pushing me just where he wanted. “There you go, boy,” he murmured, his lips curving into that sly smirk I loved. “Take it… yeah, boy, swallow it whole.”
I obeyed, moving with careful precision, savoring the feel of him sliding along my tongue, the warmth coating every part of my mouth. His weight shifted, pressing against me, a subtle dominance that sent a thrill down my spine. Each little moan, each hitch of his breath, each shiver of his thighs spurred me on, driving me to take him deeper, tease him more, prolong the exquisite tension.
Richard’s cock pulsed with each motion, twitching in my mouth, thick and uncut, the biggest I’d experienced. I loved the way he reacted, the mix of curiosity and raw need in his eyes, his fingers pressing firmly against the back of my head, guiding me like a magnet to exactly where he wanted me.
“Fuck yes… just like that,” he groaned, hips rolling slightly, pressing himself into the rhythm I was setting. I swallowed around him, my tongue tracing the underside, flicking over the sensitive tip, savoring every flicker of muscle and pulse. The sounds he made...soft groans, sharp exhales, whispered praises...filled the room, mingling with the faint chirping of birds outside, grounding the moment in an oddly domestic, intensely intimate way.
I let myself take my time, exploring him fully, teasing along the shaft, pausing to trace his veins with my tongue, feeling the heat and slickness coat my lips, my fingers grazing his thighs, brushing against the smooth skin just above the waistband. Every movement drew another shiver from him, a new low groan, a tightening of his hips.
He leaned back slightly, giving me better access, his hands firm on my head, encouraging me, asserting control without ever being rough. His playful, almost teasing whispers urged me on, letting me know he was enjoying the full experience. “Yeah… that’s it… you like this big dick, don’t you?” he breathed. His voice was rough, low, full of heat and mischief, and I nodded, swallowing him deeper, letting the taste and texture consume me completely.
Time stretched as I deepthroated him fully, coaxing groans and murmurs from him. The precum dripping, the warmth, the responsive twitching, the scent of him, the sounds he made...all of it intertwined to create a pulse-racing, mind-consuming rhythm. He was playful, teasing, commanding, and I was entirely at his mercy, enjoying every second of his reactions.
“Fuck… so good… god, keep going…”
His hands tightened in my hair, guiding me with a rough, satisfied grip. “That’s it… that’s my boy,” he murmured, voice low and pleased. “You’re perfect… just like that.”
I kept going, deep, deliberate, taking him fully, enjoying the sounds, the scent, the warmth, the reaction. His groans became longer, more guttural, his hips rolling against me, pressing me down, making me feel every inch of his need. “Yeah… yeah… that’s it…” he whispered, voice rough and full of heat.
I felt him pulse beneath me one last time, his groans still lingering in the air, the scent of him thick around us. Slowly, deliberately, he shifted, guiding me back onto the bed. My hands pressed against the soft sheets as he positioned me on all fours, the warmth of his body pressing close behind me.
His hands didn’t hesitate. They gripped my hips firmly, then moved lower, cupping and squeezing my ass with a possessive intensity. Each press and spank made me shiver, my body responding automatically to the mix of control and heat. He pressed himself closer, grinding lightly against me, the friction teasing, making my breath hitch and pulse race.
“God, you feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His hands alternated between spanking and holding me tight, the sensation both punishing and thrilling. I could feel his hard cock pressing against the curve of my ass, the wetness from before making the contact smooth and teasing.
His voice dropped, low and almost a growl. “Do you… want me to fuck you?” The words sent a jolt straight through me, a delicious mix of anticipation, excitement, and a little nervous thrill. I felt his breath hot against my skin, his hand trailing over my lower back, sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded, breathless, my body arching instinctively, pushing back against him, craving more, needing to feel him pressed fully inside me. The tension between us had been building from the moment I’d arrived, from every teasing flick, every glide of my lips and tongue, and now it was about to shift into something hotter, more intimate, more raw.
He smirked against my ear, the sound of his voice rough with desire. “Good. Stay right there.” His hands squeezed once more, his touch firm, possessive, and I felt the electricity of anticipation spike, my body quivering in readiness, waiting for him to move, to enter, to take what had been building all night.
I whimpered, breath hitching, “Mhmmm… yes,” nodding into a moan, my body trembling in anticipation. He grinned, low, then moved quickly to the side table, grabbing a condom.
The sound of the wrapper tearing filled the brief pause, building my nerves even more. He coated himself generously in lube, his hand trailing along the wet surface before guiding himself toward me. I shivered, feeling him press against me, the heat and pressure teasing my tightness.
“Breathe,” he murmured against my neck, steadying me. “Hold it… breathe… c’mon…”
I obeyed, trying to slow my racing pulse, matching each inhale and exhale to the tiny increments of his thrusts. Slowly, carefully, he pushed in a single inch...letting me adjust to the fullness, the stretch, the wet friction warming me from the inside out.
“Good… that’s it…” he whispered, his hand gripping my hips firmly, guiding, controlling, making sure I could take his cock without pain. Each slow, deliberate movement sent shivers through me, every wet glide teasing, coaxing, and igniting a fire deep inside.
I clenched and released, holding my breath with each careful push, then exhaling, letting him sink a little deeper each time. “C’mon… just a little more…” he murmured, and I did, surrendering to the sensation, letting him take what he wanted while I rode the waves of pleasure and tight resistance.
He murmured softly against my ear, guiding me with each thrust. “Breathe… relax… feel me,” he whispered, his hands firm on my hips, adjusting my position so I could take him slowly. With every he pressed further inside me, letting me adjust to the stretch, his warmth filling me completely.
I gasped as he gradually increased the length he sank in, each movement deliberate, measured. My tightness gripped him, every inch a delicious, almost overwhelming sensation. “That’s it… nice and slow…” he encouraged, his voice low and steady, making me feel safe and wanted even as I stretched around him.
He started moving with gentle, deliberate thrusts, finding a rhythm, letting me feel him fully. The sensation was intense...warm, full, every nerve ending alive. He gradually increased the depth and speed, inching past my comfort zone in the best way, the wet friction making my hole shiver with each push.
Finally, he bottomed out, all eight inches of his big cock inside me. I gasped, trembling, my body adjusting to the complete stretch. His hands pressed firmly on my hips, holding me in place as he began to fuck me slowly, each thrust deliberate, teasing, exploring.
“Yeah… just like that…” he whispered, leaning close. Then, pressing his hands harder on my ass, he stretched me a little more. “There you go… feeling better?” His voice was low, playful, commanding. The stretch, the slickness, the pressure...all combined into a sensation that was both intense and intoxicating.
I whimpered, arching back instinctively, letting him move me, letting him control the pace, my body responding eagerly to every slow, powerful push. Each inch in and out sent shivers up my spine, the feeling of him filling me completely leaving me breathless, trembling with need.
In and out, slow at first, then gradually finding a steady rhythm. The wet friction, the tightness around him, every inch hitting just right spot inside me..
Thwack, thwack, the sound of him sliding into me punctuated the quiet farmhouse room. I whimpered and moaned with every movement, “Mhmm… yes… just like that…” letting my body respond instinctively to his control.
“Fuck… you’re doing so good,” he murmured, voice rough with heat. “Damn… this is a big dick, and you’re taking me so well, Troy…” His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he drove deeper, each thrust deliberate, precise, but growing in urgency.
I gasped, pressing back into him, letting him feel every inch of my tightness and slick warmth. The pleasure built fast, coiling low in my stomach, spreading through my thighs, into every nerve ending.
“Yeah… there you go…” he whispered, leaning closer, his breath hot against my neck. Each slap of his hips against me made me tremble, my moans growing louder, rawer.
His movements quickened slightly, controlled but insistent, testing my limits, teasing me with every slick slide in and out. “Mhmm… you feel so fucking tight,” he groaned, his fingers pressing harder into my flesh. “Tight… hot and fucking perfect…”
I whimpered, letting him guide me, every thrust a delicious mix of pressure and warmth, my ass pressed down under his weight, my hole stretching perfectly around him. My hands dug into the sheets, gripping them as my body rode each controlled thrust, each slap of slick skin.
He groaned low, his voice rough. “Fuck… yeah… just like that, boy… take it… all of this dick…” His hips rolled harder, deeper, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet room, punctuated by my gasps and moans.
Every inch, every slap, every glide made me tremble. His praise, low and rough in my ear, pushed me further, made me arch and writhe under him. “Mhmm… yes… fuck… so good…” I breathed, my body tightening around him involuntarily, every movement building the fire in my core.
He leaned over me slightly, lips brushing my shoulder. “You’re amazing… taking all of me like this… so tight… so hot…” His hands squeezed my hips, pulling me harder into every thrust, every slide, making me feel him fully in ways I’d only imagined before.
The rhythm became a relentless push and pull, each in-and-out a symphony of wet, hot, tight pressure. My moans and his groans mixed together, filling the farmhouse room with the sounds of our bodies colliding, moving, connecting.
“Mhmm… yeah… oh fuck… don’t stop…” I gasped, gripping the sheets, feeling every inch of him driving inside me. He chuckled low, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.
He pushed me down harder on the bed, fingers digging into my hips. “There you go… just like that… so good…” His voice was rough, thick with lust, encouraging me, teasing me as he fucked me deep and slow, then harder, testing my limits.
I gasped as he increased the pace, thrusting in and out with more urgency, each glide leaving me trembling. “Fuck… yes… keep going…” I moaned, nails scraping the sheets, body trembling as pleasure built faster and faster.
His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, gripping, pulling me tighter against him. “Mhmm… yeah… perfect… so fucking hot…” His voice was low, rough, vibrating through me as he drove me further toward the edge.
I could feel it building, the tight coil of need growing unbearable, my body begging for release. Every movement, every wet sound, every gasp and groan, pushed me closer. I whimpered, chest heaving, hips pressing instinctively into him, matching his rhythm.
“Yeah… take it… take all of me…” he whispered, guiding me with his hands. His strokes were relentless, measured yet intense, pushing both of us closer to the breaking point.
Richard groaned low, chest heaving, eyes dark with lust. He adjusted slightly, sliding a hand down to stroke me, hands lubed up, while still buried inside him, the condom tight and snug around his dick. His movements were slow at first,, savoring every sensation, both of us pressed together, sweaty and heated.
“Fuck… yeah… just like that…” he groaned, voice rough, hands firm on my hips, guiding me as he built toward his own release. The condom stretched snugly, catching each pulse as he tensed, then finally came, hot and thick, inside, his groan deep and guttural.
I gasped, leaning into him, feeling the heat of him pulsing, the tremble in his body, his hands still clutching me as his cock pulsed inside the condom. He collapsed gently against my back, breathing heavy, arms wrapping around me for a moment of closeness.
We lay there, sweaty, flushed, bodies tangled, heartbeats slowly returning to normal. I smirked against his shoulder. “That was… something else,” I whispered, still catching my breath.
He chuckled low, brushing a hand through my hair. “You were amazing… took me so well… damn…” His grin was lazy, satisfied, and I could feel the warmth of him pressed against me, the condom holding his release inside him, our closeness electric.
I shifted slightly, letting him get comfortable, my hands brushing over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. “Next time… we’re definitely not waiting this long,” I murmured, teasing.
He laughed, still catching his breath, hand tracing my spine. “Oh… we’ll see, boy… we’ll see…”
The room settled into quiet, the farmhouse walls holding the heat of our bodies, the lingering slickness, the shared closeness. A perfect, intense, and intimate end to our night, leaving both of us satisfied, breathless, and already craving more.
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