It took 10 Years to Bag this Stud

I first saw Chad when I was with my boyfriend working out at the YMCA in DC. He was the sort of “kid” you had to notice, handsome, blond, muscly, cute and gorgeous bright green eyes.

After I got home that night, I was excited when I saw his picture and profile on Manhunt so I said hi. Although he was very clear that me, being ten years older than him, and with another man, he just wanted to chat. Anyway, fast forward a decade, and we kept in touch and most of the time we talked about how he could never find the one. One afternoon in NYC, he and I sat at a little bar and drank way to many martinis and even though we were drunk, he was always resistant to my flirtatious ways. And for some reason, I kept on a trying! Perhaps it was because we always joked that at a certain point he’d give up looking and just marry me,

One week I had to be in Phoenix and decided to stay the weekend to catch up with an old high school friend and her family and as it happened, I texted Chad my whereabouts and he said that if it was ok, he’d catch a quick flight from wherever he was and we could hang out, see the nightlife in Phoenix etc. He was working as cabin crew on a US airline so he could grab a seat and before too long I was waiting in the cellphone parking lot at the airport for his flight.

As I drove up to pick him up, as usual, this young guy looked so hunky, cute and gay. By this time, even though we had never fucked, I had seen plenty of pics of his big uncut cock which was almost 9” so seeing him standing curbside waving with a huge smile pushed me into flirty mode almost right away.

We got back to my hotel and started to sort out the plan for the weekend. He seemed content to drink most of the weekend away which was fine by me. He had even brought jello packs and was busy nattering away about his life while he made these shooter things that he was going to put in the fridge. He liked to tease me about being ten years older than him and would say things “This is going to get you fucked up old man.”

Friday night we hung out, went to a drag show, got drunk and crashed quite late at the hotel where we had to share a bed, and then Saturday I was off to see my friend and the plan was that we’d reconnect later in the evening and go out again. By the time I had spent the day with my friend , maybe I was an old man because I was feeling the night before and when he came to the room, I excused myself from the night’s activities and told him to go on his merry way. He did and I set about relaxing for the night but also wanted to get laid so I hit the showers, cleaned up, pulled out the poppers and a jock strap and laid on the bed to start cruising the half dozen or so hookup sites I had memberships on. I figured I'd have the hotel room for most of the night as Chad would likely go home with someone.

I lost track of time and wasn’t having much luck picking up when all of a sudden, and it wasn’t terribly late, maybe 12:30, the hotel room door opens and there is Chad, back from the bar and there is me, a bottle of poppers, a bottle of lube, wearing a jock strap cruising profiles on adam4adam.

Of course, I quickly pulled up the covers and tried to pretend that nothing was going on and he just smiled and laughed, walked over to the fridge and said, “Want a shooter old man?”

Handing me the jello shooter, he sat right beside me, held it up, said a “cheers” and then shocked the hell outta me when he said, “you know, you really do have a nice ass, you slut, goodnight.”

WTF!? He got up, walked to the other side of the bed, got undressed down to his CK boxer briefs and climbed into bed. I closed my iPad and lay there for a few minutes and thought, “ain’t never gonna be a better time,” so I rolled over and, not asking permission, just blurted out, “I’m gonna suck your dick tonight.”

Clearly he had had too much to drink because the cutie was snoring and asleep and probably didn’t hear a word I just said and I thought, “Why not.”

So I shuffled over careful not to disturb him and gently touched his bulge, lightly brushing my hands over his cock through the fabric of his underwear. He snored a little more but his dick was responding to my touch and started to grow. I kept this up for awhile and before too long, he was rock hard but you could tell, his boner was not comfortable arching downward in his tight underwear and I noticed he appeared to be coming out of his sleep.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he said with a big smile on his face.

“I told you, but you passed out, I’m going to suck your dick tonight.” Was my reply.

Without missing a beat, he arched his hips up, whipped down his underwear and threw them across the room.

“You’re such a whore,” he said as he put his arm around my shoulder pulling me in close.

His cock, now instead of painfully arching downward was now laying across his tummy and rock hard. Just looking at him, he was the epitome of a big dicked muscle boy from South Carolina and I got to work. I crawled between his legs and started to swallow his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me to deepthroat him. I nearly threw up on his cock at that point as my chin hit his ballsack. He looked so fucking sexy with his muscly arms holding my head, and me on all fours wearing a green and yellow Nasty Pig jock strap.

He was enjoying his BJ and I kept at it for a long time, occasionally coming up for air to snort some poppers. After each snort of poppers, he would skull fuck me hard and I didn’t honestly see this side of him but I wasn’t complaining. I’d been flirting with this stud for ten years and I finally had his huge cock in my mouth and he was making damn sure I was swallowing every last inch.

By now, he was sitting upright on the bed, leaning back on the headboard and I was lying down on my stomach with my jock strapped ass in full view sucking cock, snorting poppers and every now then, wincing as he slapped my cheeks.

His cock really was magnificent. Slightly longer than 8.5”, but the last 2 inches curved a little upward and I was wishing we could move on from sucking to breeding me. Maybe he sensed my mood because now he was leaning forward and fingering my hole which made me work even harder at swallowing his cock.

He lifted my head up off his cock at one point and slid out from underneath me. Didn’t say a word, walked around to the end of the bed, grabbed the lube on his way and when I started to rise up on my elbows, he pushed me right back down and left one hand on my back. Clearly the instruction here was, “stay the fuck down slut.”

I heard the click of the lube bottle and quickly grabbed my poppers taking 4 good hits. Now instead of the hand on my back, both his hands are beside my torso and I can feel him breathing on my neck and shortly after, I can feel the knob of his fat cock pushing against my hole. As he is mounting me, I take another hit of my poppers and that little 2 inch curved part of his cock pops into my ass and then he starts to slide the rest in.  Whereas before he was brutal and aggressive, as he slid into me he was taking his time and the feeling of being split wide open made me blurt out, “that’s a fucking traffic cone of a dick!”

“That’s what the poppers are for babe.”

He fucked me like this for a long time and enjoyed slowly impaling me with his dick and then just as slowly sliding it almost all the way out before sliding back in.

“Fuck you got a nice ass man, for an old man that is.” He giggled.

The irony here is that he was in his late 20s and I was in my late 30s, so to him I was ancient.

He picked up the pace of his fucking after awhile, got me up on my knees and banged the shit out of me doggy style. At one point of him pounding me like this I thought I would start to cry but he was relentless. He flipped me over on my side, grabbed one leg into the air and fucked me in this position looking into my face.

“You realize we both have bright green eyes? Wonder what colour our babies eyes would be?” he said smiling as he bred my hole.

Now on my back, he was holding my legs against my shoulders and digging deep into my ass. I was almost to the point where I was wishing he would cum but he released my legs a little and said “I wanna see you cum while I fuck you.”

He’d seen my dick many times in pictures, and he often joked that “when we get married, I’ll let you fuck me,” and so I ripped off the jock and started to stroke my dick while he picked my legs up and positioned the head of his cock near my asshole.

He knew I was a big popper whore by this time, but I was busy jerking, so he kindly grabbed the bottle, held it under my nose for a few good hits and then after throwing the bottle back on the bed, he spread my legs as wide as he could holding onto them and fucking slammed his cock into my hole. I’m not sure if this was pain or pleasure but he fucked me hard like this and after a few assaults at this intensity, I blew my load all the way up to my face and he is moaning, “Fuck yeah fuck fuck yeah….”

With one final slam into my ass, he is balls deep and moaning and grunting and I can see his entire body tighten up, sweat dripping down his forehead and I can feel his cock pulsing in my hole as he shoots his cum deep inside.

After pulling out his creamy dick and laying down beside he says with a giggle, “Guess if we do have to marry each other, we won’t be bored.”

Can’t argue with that.