One night stand with a BWC

Sunday night before another week away for  work. I loved work trips when I was alone; hated them when I wasn’t alone. And this one, like the three before, were ones where I wasn’t alone. I knew I couldn’t get away at night to get laid, as the company was just cheap enough to make us share a room. So, I flipped through the app, looking for some meat to play with. In a longer time than I wanted, I found a potential prey item. Liking his profile and standard, yet annoying, torso-only photo, I fired off a message only to have one returned rather quickly. A good sign. We exchanged info and agreed in what we were looking for tonight. He couldn’t host and I could, so that decision was easy. I sent him my address, and jumped into the shower to clean and prep.

We all have our types, but tonight, I went against my standard. I found a white boy whose body was smooth, except for a thick patch in the middle of his pecs and some fuzz on his belly. I wasn’t looking for a ‘forever match’ so his face wasn’t particularly important to me, nor was his dick. So long as he had a tight hole, like it hard and was verbal, that’s all I needed (of course he was clean, as we discuss that all prior to sending him my address). He said his name was Caleb. Cute, but not necessary for me tonight. Though, while in the shower, I tried to put a face with the name. I wasn’t very successful.

I flipped on the TV and waited for the inevitable door knock, which came about ten minutes post shower. I swung open the door and was greeted by the absolute cutest guy I’ve ever seen. Anywhere. While not typical into the ‘hippie’ look, Caleb wore it well. His blue eyes stuck out as his best facial feature: big, deep blue and shimmering. His bushy upper lip was mirrored by a bushy chin and smooth everywhere else (typical rough-hipster look, as we called it) and also afro, curly brown hair perfectly fit his look, even though I typically hate curly, unkempt hair. Add to this was that he was tall – taller looking that his six foot two profile indicated. And his shoulders were wide enough to hang drapes on, though that could be a mirage by his very small waist.

“Kevin?” he asked, his deep voice reverberating through my body in an unexpected way.

“Yeah. Come on in” I offered, stepping aside as he entered. I scoped out his ass on the way in. It was round, firm and stuck out nicely (just as he said) from his cut off sweats. I also noticed his toned, and hairy legs. I love a pair of hairy legs sitting on my shoulders! 

“You like anything thing to drink? Water? Soda? Beer?”

“Water would be fine” he said. I tossed him a bottle from the fridge which he caught one handed. 

“So. What’s on the agenda tonight?” he asked.

“I’m leaving for a work trip tomorrow and need to get off. I could do it myself but thought it would be more fun with someone else.” As I sat down on the couch next to him

“Sounds good to me” he said as he leaned over and kissed me. A kiss, I thought? Surely this is inappropriate for what he was here for. But his soft lips and bushy upper lip sent a vibration through me I haven’t had with any hookup that I could remember. I kissed back, trying to assert my dominance but was thwarted when his tongue pushed through, exploring my mouth, taking my breath away. Normally, I’d have pushed the guy away. But Caleb was damn good at this, so I relented.

He pulled off me with a wet smack sound. 

“Wow. That was… unexpected” I said.

“Sorry. Was that too much?” I smiled, my heart seemed to melt slightly at his innocence.

“No. Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. But I’m glad it happened – you’re quite good at it.” He blushed. “Aww… you’re fucking adorable!”

“You’re pretty hot yourself” he said. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.” I looked down and saw him impressive bulge in his sweats. 

“I can see that” I said. “No time like the present. Let’s go” I said, standing, pulling him along with me to the bedroom.

Quickly he removed his shirt. The photo on his profile must have been older as he’d lost twenty or so pounds. His stomach was flat and his chest ample. I knew it was the same photo, though, by the hair pattern: thick, football shaped mass of hair in the middle of his pecs, big, round, pink nipples surrounded by their own hair, and a small mass of crinkly hair sprouting up from his waist band. His arms were toned nicely – not gym toned, but a natural, healthy tone. And from under them sprung a thick bush of pit hair, very similar to his upper lip in color, texture and amount. Overall, he was much hotter than his photo.

He plopped down on the bed and pulled off his shorts. Wearing plaid boxers didn’t hide his giant member. By far, the biggest I’ve ever seen on any white guy, myself included, and at almost nine inches of cut thickness, I’m well above average. 

“I haven’t been fucked in a while. You’ll have to be gentle at first” he said, as he raised up to stomach level on me. I pulled off my shirt, which caused a ‘my god’ to escape his lips. 

“Fuck man. You’re hot – hotter than I expected! Why are you single?”

Obviously, I enjoyed the compliments. I work hard to keep this body at my age. It helps to be hung – it distracts from the times I neglect my body when I’m lazy or don’t have the time to work out. He ran his hands over my stomach, tracing the trail of hair up to my chest, where it exploded like an out of control wildfire. Instinctively he found my nipples and squeezed them, causing my dick to jump.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he growled. 

“Suck them” I demanded, which he did. And did so quite well. My spine vibrated with sensation as my brain tried to steady myself on my two legs. He moved his expert mouth down my toro to my stomach, fucking my navel. I’ve never had anyone do this before and I loved it! I moaned like a stuck pig as he finally pulled down my shorts, exposing my closely cropped pubic hair before stopping. Reaching around, the pulled the back elastic band down over my furry cheeks, allowing the bang to hook under my mounds, kissing my pubic area. He leaned back, pulled his fingers along the waistband to the front, finally freeing the beast.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as my cock sprung forward, in it cut, thick greatness. “You should be in porn with a dick like this” he said.

“Look who’s talking” I said, leaning down and grabbing his bouncing dick. I was surprised at how hard and thick it was. He could use it as a baseball bat, I thought to myself. He bent down, pushing my hand off of him and, grabbing the base of me, pointed my wet head at him and in one swift motion, swallowed me fully.

Many guys can do that, but I’ve never had anyone do it so quickly and fast. His head punched my midsection, knocking some wind out of me and his throat collapsed around me like an anaconda swallowing its prey. In that moment I felt like he was in control. Part of me wanted to fight back, while another part of me wanted to lay back and be ‘taken’.

“Fuck” I groaned as he held me in his grasp. I ran my hands through his curly hair, which was softer than it looked, and grabbed a hand full of hair, pulling him back slightly. Hesitating at first, he soon moved with my motion. I watched my wet, wide cock slowly emerge from his mouth, shimmering with his saliva, until I felt his lips around the flared ridge of my head. I stopped there and he knew what to do. He swirled his tongue around my hyper-sensitive head lapping up the clear liquid I’d been draining into him for the last couple of minutes. He pushed me out of his mouth with a wet ‘pop’ sound, looked up and ask: “How was that?”

“Amazing, I can’t lie” I said, looking down at his giant blue eyes. He smiled. “But now, it’s my turn.”

I exchanged spots with him. He thought I was going to suck him, but I spun around and hung my head over the edge of the bed. I pulled him towards me, a look of confusion on his face. I felt his big dick scrape over my scalp, then my forehead, then my nose, trailing a sticky liquid along with it. He shuttered as it scrapped across my stubble. I kept pushing him forward until his balls made the same trip. They were hairy, heavy and very hard. I thought how nice it was to see a guy not trim – be all natural. It was a welcomed experienced in today’s world of ultra-body conscious guys.

I expected his balls and taint to smell of musk and sweat – not my favorite smell but expected in this area. To my surprise, he smelled quite fresh and clean, which caused another gush of liquid from my shaft, coating my hairy stomach even more (when I can feel a massive amount of precum gush all at once I know I’m turned on more than normal!). Grabbing his slightly hairy cheeks, I licked his sack, down to his taint, until I found his hairy hole. He gasped then moaned as my tongue encompassed his entrance. I spread his cheeks apart wider to get at it better. The nightstand light almost illuminated it enough, but I had to spit in it, and use my fingers to separate the hair to be a better view of my target. Then, there it is: pink, ripe and ready got the plucking. I pushed my face forward and got lost in his hairy crack as he grabbed my dick by the base.

“Fuuuucccckkkk” he moaned, collapsing his considerable weight on top of me. I felt his balls and dick weight heavily on my chest. But if I was going to prep his hole, I wanted something in return. I squeezed my hole, causing my dick to jump. Like a pro, he recognized the nonverbal request and swallowed me fully – again without trouble. But this time, he moaned and groaned with my dick down his throat as I ate his hole. The deep vibrations from this hot hipster dude vibrated my cock like nothing I’ve experience before. The more I ate him, the more he groaned, the more vibrations ran through my body, causing me to eat him more, causing him to groan more… the cycle seemed to be perpetuating to an end that I wanted, but not in this position. I reached between up and grabbed his big white dick, milking out his liquid onto my chest. It was warm to my skin and I loved it. But I knew, if I didn’t stop, we’d be finished before we got started, so I pushed him off of me, out respective orifices releasing their quarry. I’d be lying if I said both of us weren’t breathing heavily, me with my head hanging off the side of the bed, the tasted of his ass on my lips, and him with his legs hanging off the bed next to me, his dick laying on his thigh. 

“Where did you learn that?” he asked. 

“Just wait” I said. Regaining some strength, I spun off the bed, around to the nightstand, grabbed some lube and a rubber and stood between his feet. As I lubed up my cock, I looked down at this hipster perfection. I admired his simply, yet sexy look; his body was smooth, yet hairy; firm yet padded; wide but narrow. He seemed, perfect. I was taken aback at this realization. Was I really thinking this because he was perfect for me, or because I was horny? Surely the later. But when he raised up to look at me – with those big blue eyes, that messy hair and terrible hipster facial hair, my heart fluttered like… like I ‘really liked him’. 

“Remember, slow” he said as he pulled his legs back to his chest, exposing his pink hole, of which I was familiar with. I spread a glob of lube on it, slid in a finger and ‘looked’ around all the while slowly stroking my anxious cock. His blue eyes disappeared up into his skull as his head dropped to the mattress. He left out a combination moan and scream as his hole, once tight, loosened up on my finger. I pushed in further, knuckle deep as his vocal cords vibrated a deep groan of approval. Pulling out, I hooked it inside him, right at the edge of his hole. He inhaled sharply. I pulled the finger out, while still hooked, causing his firm ass to ripple like gelatin. He made some kind of noise I can’t described as his legs spread wider.

Removing his hands from the back of his knees, I pulled his hairy legs, resting them on my shoulders. I pulled him closer to the edge, so his ass hung off the edge as I pressed my wrapped head against his pucker. I felt resistance, but I wasn’t deterred. I rose up and pulled him closer with my left hand as my head popped into him. He let out a high pitched whine/groan combination but didn’t pull away. Looking down, I pushed in more. I felt his entrance slink around my shaft, like a snake working its victim down its throat. I watched. In amazement, as inch by inch, this hipster stud swallowed my dick like it was nothing! No one has been able to do that. I watched his hairy hole engulf each white, wrapped inch of dick until I was balls deep into him. He exhaled, his stomach falling. In all this activity, I haven’t paid attention to his giant white beast between his legs. He’d dumped a copious amount of his own liquid on his fuzzy stomach, filling up and spilling out of his belly button. It ran like a small river down the side of his stomach. 

He looked up at me, his eyes bluer now than before – almost glittering. “You’re a big, hot fucker of a man, aren’t ya’?” he asked with a smile.

“You’re a tight boy, yourself” I managed to get out.

“How could I not be with something like that” he said. I let his left leg fall to the side as I griped his right leg with both hands and pushed deeper into him. 

“God!” he screamed dropping his head before he raised it back up “Um. Yes. Fuck!”

“That’s what we’re here for, right?” I asked as I pulled out and shoved myself back into him. He chuckled as his body twitched.

“Damn right!” he said as his chute squeezed me tighter. I leaned down, bracing myself on his chest as he wrapped his legs around my waist. We locked eyes as I started to fuck him, slowly at first. His face contorted, telling me he was in pain, so I stopped. 

“No. Don’t. Don’t stop” he said.

“Are you begging me?” I asked.

“Oh god yes. Please. I beg you, don’t stop!”

I picked up the pace, faster and deeper, me never loosing sight of his eyes. Even when he closed them and opened the, there they were: two brown eyes watching his pleasure as I drilled his tight hole. 

Unlike every other hookup, we didn’t speak, didn’t talk dirty. We simply watched each other, breathing in each other’s face as we brought each other closer to the inevitable. 

“God you’re gonna’ make me cum” he eventually said.

“Yeah?”

“Oh god yes” he said. I slowed my thrust but kept then deep and twisted them as I went in and out. “I’ve never had the cum fucked out of me without touching myself before” he said between breaths. 

“Damn. A hot ass hipster boy like you? Never?” I asked.

“No. Never.”

I pushed back off of him, bringing both legs back on my shoulders. His body riled, getting use to the new position.

“I want to watch it” I said.  I saw his balls pull up into him, as his body started to shake. I reached around and grabbed his big white cock and pointed it toward my hairy belly as I continued to punch in and out of him. His face turned red and the veins in his neck stood out as I pushed deep into him. I felt the first squeeze on my dick from his insides. It was so hard it almost hurt, but that sensation left as soon the first volley of his warm, hipster seed shot out from him, landing on my left pec. Then another squeeze and another giant lob of white cream, this time in the middle of my chest, so thick, it immediately soaked through my chest hair to my skin. Then he screamed like someone just tore off his arm. 

Blast after blast of white liquid erupted from his dick. I felt it as he squeezed my dick with his ass and a microsecond later as it passed through his throbbing shaft in my hand. If my mouth would have fallen open much more, he would have shot his wad into it. I’ve never, in all my life of being with guys, seen someone cum so much and so hard. After three or four shots on me, the rest arched up in the air and landed on his smooth torso, between his fuzzy bell and patch of chest hair. He grabbed my ass with his legs and pushed me into him. I took the hint, and started fucking him again, hard and fast.

With an unexpected scream from me, I unloaded into him, testing the rubber for all it’s worth. With each shot, I screamed and pushed deep into him, trying my hardest to breed him even through the rubber. By the time I pushed out the last two or three shots into him, I was bent over and his load he left on my chest had started to drip back onto his pecs. I had to stay where I was, as every body part of mine sizzled and were weak at the same time. The intenseness of the experience left me without words and the ability to move, as we were momentarily welded together in sexual congress. 

Gathering strength again, I pushed myself up and out of him, my happy and spent dick pulling out of him, but not before his tight hole clamped on the rubber, pulling it off of my wet cock. Semen ran out of the end of the rubber as I reached down and pulled it out of him. Thankfully, I pinched the opening, otherwise I would have dumped my cum on the floor. Looking at the rubber, I was amazed at the amount of cum it held. While no where near as much as the white fountain he’d just blessed me with, it was a lot for me.

“My god. That was so worth it” I heard him say.

“Hell yeah it was” I replied.

“But I think I need a shower. I can’t go home like this” he said, raising to his elbow, his concave stomach looked like a sea of sperm.

“Hang on” I said. I left and returned with a towel, quickly trying to absorb the baby juice we’ve both left behind.

“Your cum is super thick” I told him in amazement. “I can’t get it all.”

“Yeah” he said, grabbing the towel. “I’ll hold it until I get into the shower” he said as he stepped out into the bathroom. 

I sat on the bed, trying to figure out what happened. This was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve had with someone that I hadn’t been in a relationship with. I reached over and grabbed his shirt, held it to my face and inhaled, savoring his smell. What the hell, I wondered? Why am I doing this?

The water stopped and I grabbed my own clothes, putting them on quickly. He stepped out of the shower, clean and a bit wet. I admired his nude, imperfect perfection. I’ve had all kinds of guys: white guys, black guy, tall guys, older, younger, hairy, smooth… and, in that moment, I couldn’t remember one of them.

He smiled at me, grabbed his clothes and got dressed.

“Well, thanks for this. It was… amazing” he said.

“Yeah. You’re welcome. I mean, thanks. Yeah. It was kinda’ awesome” I replied, my legs still weaker than they should be. I walked him to the door, feeling sad he was leaving. My mind raced trying to find a reason, and I could find only one: I like this guy.

I grabbed the door to open it and stopped. He looked at me with a curious look.

“Caleb” I started. “I know this was a onetime thing – we talked about it.”

“Yeah?”

“And I don’t normally do this, so feel free to say ‘no’, but… would you like to do this again… sometime?” Normally confident with and around guys, I felt vulnerable. I waited for the answer and tried to think of a ‘cool’ way to save face.

“I’d love to” he said.

“Really?” I replied, surprised.

“I know this was a one-time thing, like we talked about before, but I was hoping it wouldn’t stay that way.”

My heart sped up like a Formula 1 car’s engine. I looked up at those big blue eyes. He was smiling, in a goof but sexy way. I felt my dick growing again, but I knew I had to be up early for the trip tomorrow.

“Listen” I said, snuggling up to him. “I’ll be out of town this week for work, like I said. But, when I get back, I’d really like to see you again.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and pecked away at the keypad.

“I just sent you my number. You can message me any time – even this week when you’re away. And we can get together when you get back. I’d really like that.”

I heard my phone ‘dig’ from the couch where I left it earlier. I stepped over, typed a message and hit ‘send’. He looked at his phone, seeing my text message on his screen. He smiled. I walked over to him, grabbed his face and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply. He moaned a moan I’m now, all too familiar with.

“You’d better go before something else happens” I told him.

“Good night, Kevin” he said, softly. 

“’Night, hipster Caleb” I replied with a smile. I watched him walk to his car and drive away, closing the door, wondering if I’d hear from him again.

I awoke the next day, headed to the airport, still on cloud nine. We landed and checked into my room. We went to dinner and back to the room we had to share. When I got back, I noticed a message. It was from Caleb. I smiled when I read it. I replied, “YES, we arrived safely”. For the rest of the night, we texted back and forth. And every night that week, as well. We set up a time to meet when I returned home. And we did.

That was three years ago. Caleb and I now live together, happily. 

I never thought a one-night stand would end up with a happy life like this. I’m sure happy I asked him that question before he left that night. Who knows where I’d be now, if I hadn’t