After a series of failed relationships, I decided to just shag around. I had my own house, I drove, so I reasoned to myself that I could do what the fuck I wanted. At 29 years old, I'd seen enough of the world to know what I wanted, and that was sex, and lots of it. I'm 6'1", a slim 32" waist, hairy chest, and a fat, uncut, 7" penis. I'm also versatile, happy to give as well as receive. Using a full length mirror, I took photos of myself to build a profile. In doing so, I had an erection, so I filmed myself wanking and shooting a load. I uploaded my profile to Grindr and other hook up sites, and waited for two days.
My curiosity got the better of me, I'd had a few replies, but nothing so far that took my fancy, either 18 year old twinks with little or no experience, or men old enough to be my dad, so, in desperation, I went on the offensive, looking for suitable guys between about 23 and 40ish, with previous. I didn't want virgins or novices, maybe I was being too picky.
At last, a young, handsome man, blond, 25, nice size penis. I sent him an invite, expecting nothing, it seemed the sites were full of time wasters. A reply came back, versatile bottom, heavy cummer, can't host, happy to travel, free most evenings and weekends. Bingo! We made arrangements for him to visit Saturday afternoon. The morning went oh, so slowly. A long shower, no coffee, it's a diuretic and I didn't want to stop for a piss. I slipped on Dolce and Gabbana boxers, an Adidas top and matching sweatpants, and waited for the doorbell. On the stroke of 2pm he was at the door, even more handsome in real life, his blond hair had highlights at the tips, a hoodie and bulging Nike shorts looked promising. He looked nervous, shuffling from one foot to the other, so I led him to the lounge, sat him on the sofa, and made a cup of tea, and we chatted about what he did for a living and life in general. It turned out that he was just out of an abusive relationship, his boyfriend frequently came home intoxicated and aggressive. I put my arm round his shoulder and kissed him on the neck, "I promise you that I'll be gentle. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell me to stop." It seemed to relax him. We kissed, I could taste mouthwash, we kissed again, this time more passionately. Hands groped crotches, he was pretty big, and hard. I also had an erection. With some reluctance, he followed me to the bedroom. Fresh bedding and scented candles, I had to seduce him, a skill I'd forgotten. Never the less, his hand finally slipped inside my D&Gs, my fingers went into his crack, finding his bud. Clothes were strewn across the bedroom floor, I sat on the bed and gave him head. He was now happy to go with the flow, we swapped places, a great cocksucker. He pulled me on top of him, more kissing, and I kissed my way down his fantastic body. He parted his legs, I nibbled the inside of his thighs, he moaned. I licked his veiny shaft and swallowed his cock, while worming a finger up his ass. It entered him, making him yelp. Lifting his legs, I rimmed him, tracing rings around his hole with my tongue, he held the back of my head. Back up, more kissing, we rubbed our bodies together, our cocks fighting. "Please, please fuck me," he whispered. With us lubed, I suggested that he sat on me to be in control, so he held the base of my knob and eased himself down, the first shag since my last failed relationship. He leaned forward and kissed me, waiting for his hole to adjust, then began to ride me, tossing himself at the same time. With neither of us having had sex in ages, it was over all too soon, a gallon of his semen on my chest, my cum inside him. He climbed off me and we lay side by side, only bird song breaking the silence.
"I want to do it again, when you're ready." We kissed and cuddled until my erection returned. I mounted him missionary, his legs on my shoulders. This time we could last, the months of pent up urgency gone. I stopped, ate ass, and reentered. Out, give him my cock to suck, back in. Turn him over and penetrate, I hauled him up onto all fours. I upped the pace and he jacked. I felt my balls rising, "I'm getting close." He beat himself harder, making a mess on the clean bedding, and I bred him, an amazing, amazing fuck. He stayed with me overnight, I gave him a toothbrush and towel, we both used the bathroom and went back to bed. He took control from the start, "I haven't topped in years, I am this morning, if that's okay?" I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a cock in me, all of a sudden, I badly needed it. "How do you want me?" "On your back, legs apart, once we're ready, I'm gonna rim you until you're pleading to be fucked. With that, he pulled my hips up, parted my cheeks and ate me, slurping at my hole until I could take no more, "For fuck's sake, shove your cock in me." Holding my waist, he lined himself up an eased his way in, I sighed. Out, spit on my crack, back in until his balls slapped my bum. "Are you ready?" I nodded, and he began to pump, at different speeds and angles, I leaked. He turned me onto my back, into the position he favoured. Now on tip toes and straight arms, he plowed in at breakneck speed. I tossed as fast as I could, cum flying out of me, still he went on, "I'm gonna....." and with that, he flooded my insides. We kissed, dressed and had coffee, swapping numbers before he left.
