Joe’s first visit

His photo popped up on my phone. His body was nice – very nice actually: toned, tanned and a chest with a dusting of light brown chest hair barely visible from the distance of his photo. There’s a caveat, here, though. He placed a giant smiley face over his head. You can have the nicest body on the planet but if your face if jacked up… nope. Not that I’m a model or anything, but, well, we all have our likes and dislikes. And for me, a good face makes up for a lot, physically. 

He said, due to his job, and the fact he wasn’t out, he couldn’t send a face photo. The town I lived in at the time was on the smaller side, so maybe that’s true. But if he’s hitting up guys in the town, eventually it will get out. So, I was in a quandary. He assured me he’s attractive, but I’ve been down that road before. Against my better judgement, I relaxed my ‘no face no meet’ rule (maybe it was due to the hours of watching porn that caused the lax of my own rules) and have him my address. He said he’d be there in 10-15 minutes.

A quick shower to cleanse the precum I’ve been leaking everywhere for the past couple of hours, and a toss on of shorts and tee shirt and I was ready to meet Joe. Every time I saw the light of a passing car through my window, I looked out trying to see him. And every time, I saw it was just a car. Ten minutes go by. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Approaching thirty, I was about to give up. I looked out the window once more and saw an exceptionally nice looking guy walking from the parking lot. White tee shirt stretched over a toned body, jeans, bald head, slight beard… I watched this man walking through the blinds, like a crazy shut-in, as he walked to my door. He had three options: 1) the neighbor’s door 2) my door or 3) turn around and leave. I heard a knock on my door.

I opened it and was greeted by this handsome man and his emerald, green eyes. “Hi” he said, his voice deep with vibrato.

“Hey. Come in” I offered. As he stepped in his cologne, wafted in. Not heavily scented, but just enough to announce his presence. “Have a seat. Care for something to drink?”

“Water would be fine, thanks.”

I wasn’t really sure how to proceed. Small talk? Straight to the bedroom? Watch TV? I decided to break the silence.

“So. Shall we?” I suggested. I wasn’t into small talk at the time.

He stood up and followed me into the bedroom. Groping ensued, like it always does in these situations. I was impressed with his masculine passion. I’m masculine as well, but there was something intense about Joe. Immediately he knelt down, rubbing my now full blow hardon. 

“Damn. You’re a big guy! Not a lot of dicks this big in this town” he said.

He was right. I’ve been here for about four or five months and the guys I’ve been with were well belove average (though, oddly, their balls were enormous). Having measured myself from the base to top (not from your hole to the tip, as some guys must do to get their “8 inch” measurements) I am an honest-to-God 8”, cut, very thick with a slight left curve. Which, to me, isn’t that big (I’ve been with much bigger back in my hometown) but I think my size of five foot seven makes it look bigger than it is – perspective and all that. But I’ve been told I know how to use it. I think Robert’s words were something like “Damn. I didn’t expect a fuck like that from you!”

Joe pulled my shorts down, which allowed my dick to swing out, wet at the tip, per normal when I’m excited. He lifted my with his thumbs at the base and enveloped me with his warm mouth. An almost sizzling sensation coursed through my body as his moustache buried itself in my pubic hair. He swirled his tongue around as he withdrew, tilted his head a bit, and plowed back down, this time his stubbly chin scratching my shaven balls. Back and forth he worked me, not sparing any spit. I grabbed his smoothly shaved head and slowed him down. He’s done this before – a lot. I could tell as he was exceptionally good at it. 

He fought me, trying to speed up while I tried to slow him down. Relenting, he pulled away, stood up, and pulled his shirt off. In the dark bedroom, the only light coming from the hallway, I could see a nice body for any guy, but definitely for a guy his age. Joe was a couple years older than me and, making him mid-forties. His defined chest heaved as he took his breath. His erect nipples stood out from the dark blonde dusting of chest hair – just enough to be seen, but not a forest by any means. His he no abs, but his stomach was flat and held a small brown treasure trail coming up from his waistband, stopping a couple inches above his naval. Eyes moving up from his waist, his arms were more muscular than they looked in the photo he sent, his forearms covered in light brown hair and ended in large, veiny manly hands. No tattoos or piercings, as welcomed change in my opinion. A bit of pit hair stuck out from under his arms. His neck was muscular and thick, running up to a face that was sexy and handsome. I found myself, later, wondering how hot he looked back in his late teens or early twenties.

I leaned in for a kiss. He pulled back. “I’m not into kissing” he said. Which bummed me out, but I get it. I moved my attention from his mouth to his neck, which he seemed to like. I kissed and licked gently, moving down to his shoulders; my hands running down the back of his shoulders to his back, feeling his smooth skin and muscle flex as he steadied himself. I kissed from down through his hairy chest, finding his left nipple. I made oral love to his nipple, which caused him to moan and his breathing increase, but he didn’t move. I wondered if he’s not accustomed to being serviced, only servicing. Which is fine – to each their own. But when the guy’s sexy and has be turned on, I like to service them as well. 

My mouth moved from his hairy chest, down to his smooth torso until I found his hairy belly button. Hooking my fingers in the rear of his shorts, I pulled them down, exposing his firm, smooth globes. I cupped his cheeks, squeezing them slightly, slightly throwing him off balance. As he fell forward, he grabbed my shoulders, and I felt his swollen cock brush against my face. Purposefully ignoring that, I ran my hand around to his slightly fuzzy crack and slide my finger between those cheeks. I heard him inhale as I pushed my hand down and hooked my middle finger where his hole should be. Bingo!

I caressed his pucker as all sorts of grunts came from above me. I never penetrated it, just toyed with it. Removing my hand, I stood up slowly, licking his body as I came up. As he was taller than me (most guys are), and he wasn’t ‘into kissing’, I stopped at the base of his neck, allowing my tongue to wet the few strands of grey chest hair that lived there. He stepped back, knelt back down and looked at my one eyes monster, studying it. I observed him as he turned his head around it, watching each vein, examining each ripple of skin, examining the swollen head. He kissed it, causing it to plump from his touch. He smiled. Taking notice, I used my muscle and caused my dick to swell and bounce, much to his delight.  

He pushed me back and down on the edge of the bed, pushing my legs up and started licking my hole. This is something I love. The more he licked and flicked my hole, the more, clear liquid I dumped on my hairy belly, filling my belly button to the point it ran down the sides of my stomach. I relaxed allowing this handsome stranger to eat me out some. But then he stopped. 

I raised my head and watched him fully disrobe, his jeans hitting the floor with a heavy ‘thump’. He stood there, fully nude, in front of me. I looked past my own, hard cock that’s now resting on my furry stomach and studied his body. His hard dick, every bit as big as mine in length and girth, stuck out and up from a brown mess of pubic hair. For a bald guy, he wasn’t very hairy. His legs were thick and solid muscle, which I’d find out later was because he was a semi-professional road biker. 

He kneed the matters with one leg, then the other, and ‘walked’ on his knees up my legs, over my dick (his low hanging balls grazing my pleading dick) and settled on my stomach. He reached back and pushed my dick vertical and scooted back. Pulling his balls up, finally resting his firm ass right on my pubes, my dick resting in his crack. 

He rubbed my head of my dick with his thumb, spreading around my natural lube on the sensitive head. He leaned forward, aimed my dick at his hole, and backed up to it without saying a word. I felt my wet head hit his round exit, knowing it would soon be an entrance. His green eyes locked on my brown eyes, he forced myself into him, impaling him. My head finally popped inside him, causing him to stop and close his eyes. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his pounding heart and his skin, which now was so hot it was almost uncomfortable to touch. He pushed back more – I felt my happy member spread his inside more. He gasped.

“Damn that’s think” he grumbled. “I’m not sure I can take it” he winced. 

So as to not let the moment escape us, I thrusted up and in, causing him to cry out, but allowing me to sink in another inch of so. He was tight. So much tighter than the 22 year old I fuck a couple weeks back. I could feel his chute trying to resist and his body weight shift as he started pulling away. Instinct kicked in and I both pushed up into him and pressed my hands on his chest down. He growled a sort of pain/pleasure scream as I slid up into him more. 

“I’m almost all the way in” I whispered, encouraging him to fully blanket my dick with his insides. He opened his eyes, took a couple of breaths, then sank myself fully into him. “Ahhh!” he shouted. “Fuuuuuuck!” he hissed as he, for a second, stayed still before raising himself up fully, pulling his hands from behind him to his side. He smiled and laughed.

“Damn. I didn’t think I could take it!” he said. I smiled as I pushed up into him more. He gasped, mouth agape as I pulled back slightly, before pushing back in, slowly. His hard cock arched up, plastering his hairy stomach with his own natural, clear slime. His balls continued to hang as I pulled out, and then get sucked up to the base of his cock when I pushed in.

We continued this ‘dance’, increasing speed and force. I timed my upward thrust with his breathing. Soon enough, we were in sync. Joe leaned down and pushed my shirt up to my chin (in my haste I hadn’t yet taken off my own shirt), placing his hands on my hairy chest. Finding my nipples, he tweaked them, as that, in tandem with his tight ass muscles squeezing my cock sent shivers through me. 

But he stopped and slowly pulled off of me. He tight hole squeezed and shot my wet dick out of his hole, causing it to slap against my thigh. Without saying a word, he laid on his stomach next to me. He crossed his arms and laid his head on them as he turned to face me. With a nod, he motioned that he wanted me to mount him. Which more than worded for me.

As I straddled his firm thighs, I saw through the light of the hallway, his crack, now wet with my own man juice. I reached around at his hips and pulled him up. “Raise up” I commanded. As he did, I reached under and grabbed his cock and balls, pulling them back from his stomach, and pointed them down, between his legs, towards his feet. I sat back, stroking myself, and looked at the wet head of his cut cock, pointing awkwardly down between his nut sack. With my free hand, I rubbed the underside of his head, smearing his own pre-seed around, coating his balls with it as well.

Bracing myself, I slid my dick up past them, into his wet crack. I pushed around until I felt his willing and able hole. With one quick motion I entombed my begging cock into his begging hole. His whole body jolted,and he jumped forward slightly. Wanting to take advantage of my curve, I swung my left leg around to his left side and put myself at almost a 60° angle and started pumping into him. 

Even though he is taller and heavier than me, when impaled on my pole, he was helpless to do anything other than lay there and take it how I wanted it. He groaned, cried and even screamed into the pillow as I continued to wallop his mid-forty year old hole. My balls slamming against his ass almost hurt but I didn’t relent. If anything, I picked up the pace. Sometimes, to break it up, I’d bury myself totally, the twist around to the other side of him, my thick head rearranging his insides as I did so. 

After several minutes of this, with his pleading and twisting, I knew he was close. Assuming my left side position and, as his moaning turned a higher pitch, I focused on his head sticking out from under his balls, pointing to his feet and watched as his body pushed out Joe-cream. I watched his nuts pull up as far as they could, and his dick twitch as he shot out a few strings of cum. My hand, which I had braced on my back prior to his unloading, started to slide on his sweat. I felt his hole, which was surprisingly still tight, squeeze my dick a second before each volley. I was turned on past normality. I slide around to staddle his back, my dick popping out of his hole in the process. I grabbed my wet dick and started fisting it. My breathe picked up, I squeezed his ribs with my knees and shot my load.

I cum a lot normally, but after hours of torturing my poor dick, I had built up a load and a half. The first shot oozed out and fell on the small of his back. That gave me a better sense of direction. I aimed my dick, and, despite the left curve, I was able to land almost all of my seed in the wet crack of his ass. I seeded the space between his thighs and, in the process, covered his dick and balls at the same time.

As my last load came out, I breathed in heavily and shook the last few drops of cum from my now red cock. I slapped his ass as I dismounted him. Walking into the bathroom I grabbed a towel for him. I stood there, the light from the bathroom illuminated my work. I was please. There was a naked, fucked, handsome-as-hell man laying in my bed, covered in my own jizz. I knew I’d have to sleep on the couch tonight while I washed my sheets, but I didn’t care. My slowly shrinking dick swung from side to side as I walked, slinging left over cum on my thighs.

Joey rolled over and jumped in the shower. I pulled the sheets off the bed and tossed them in the washing machine as he stepped out of the bathroom. His toned, naked body glistened in the light. Water ran down his torso showing off his brown and grey chest hair. His dick, now totally flaccid, hung slightly from his wet bush; his balls, large as ever, hung lower swinging as he walked. 

“That’s amazing” he said. “I wasn’t expecting that – I thought I’d come over and suck you off. But after seeing that thing” he lifted his eyes from tying of his shoes, looking at my dick “I knew I had to have it all.”

“Glad you liked it” I said, somewhat proud of myself. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone my age or older. And I thoroughly enjoyed it.

“Fuck yeah I did. And I want it again. Would you like to do this again?” he asked as he was now fully dressed.

“Yeah” I replied as if to say ‘Well duh yeah!’

“Good. I’ll text you. You free tomorrow night?”

“I should be – nothing planned” I replied.

“Good. Your place still good?”

“Sure. If that works best for you”

“Good. I’ll text you tomorrow for a time. That cool?”

“Yeah. Sure” I replied.

“OK. See you tomorrow night” he said as he stepped away. He stopped, turned, and bent down and gave me a quick kiss.

“See you tomorrow night!” he said as I opened the door and he walked out. I watched him walk to his car, with a slight ‘limp’ he didn’t have when he walked in originally.

“Can’t wait” I said under my breath.