Sometimes "top" and "bottom" or even "vers" don't fully capture a man's proclivities. I mean, yeah, I'm a top and I advertise myself as one on the apps, or when doing that initial song and dance with a hot guy. But even more than fucking a dude, what I love most in this world is eating him out. If I ever have to request a last meal, that's what it'll be: a man's ass offered up for my feasting.
I'm not even picky. It doesn't have to be a porn ass or a muscle ass or a bubble butt. Sure, some muscular firmness is a turn on, but I pretty much like 'em all. As long as the guy has a clean hole and I can feel those cheeks press against my face as I munch, I'm hard and leaking.
Maybe it's my bad luck, but I don't get to lick hole as much as I'd like. A surprising number of bottoms aren't into it, at all. Or else, they're REAL into it, and after a minute of getting rimmed, they enter you-gotta-fuck-me-now mode. OK, I like to fuck, I think, giving one last munch and one last swipe of the tongue before lubing up my cock.
It wasn't until Jeremy that I realized what I'd been missing. He wasn't a boyfriend, but we were good enough fuck buddies that we met up regularly. I was too boring a guy for him to date, since the guy definitely loved nightlife and partying, while I would read a book or listen to jazz most every night. But he had an amazing muscle body, a tight hungry ass, and a penchant for daddy dick. So he came over once a week to get his fill, and I spent the rest of the week with the lingering satisfaction of a hot lay.
Part of the chemistry with us was that Jeremy was into being rimmed. He'd let me eat away, spreading his legs wider, bucking his ass against my spit-covered chin, and verbally egging me on. After our first session, as we lay beside each other, smirking from how hard our cums were and how much we'd gotten carried away, I had to bring it up.
"You like getting eaten out," I observed.
"Yeah," he said. "Who doesn't?"
"Lots of guys, actually. Not like that," I replied.
He seemed to think that over. "Well, it's clear you're into it, Bill. You can tell when a top's excited to rim."
"God, it's like my favorite thing," I admitted. I had rimming in my profile, but never emphasized it since I didn't want to turn guys away.
"Is that right?" Jeremy smiled with that playful party-boy grin. "Maybe next time we do it more."
"There's gonna be a next time?" I asked. This was just a hookup, I thought.
"If you want. I'm not looking to date, but that was the best fuck I've had in a while."
"Me, too," I said. "Definitely hit me up when you want a repeat."
He gave a flirty smile. "All right, I better clean up and get going," he said. This was part of the ritual I expected from a hookup, that return to polite strangers, only I felt an excitement I'd be fucking this hottie again.
As he slid out of bed he gave one last look down at my reclined naked body. "Damn, I love your fur, Daddy," he winked.
***
The next time we went at it. Some heated making out and foreplay before Jeremy's shorter muscular body flipped and straddle my chest in an almost 69 position. His ass in front of me, inches from my face, the guy reached back and parted his cheeks. The ass was smooth, but there was a fine dusting of light fur around the pucker. Maybe I did like porn star asses after all.
"It's all yours Daddy. Lick away," he urged.
Boy, did I. I licked around that ring, up and down the crack, and then started really tonguing that ass. Pressing in, licking around, doing ever move I'd ever wanted to. Getting my last meal early, it was just so good.
Half of it was how much Jeremy was into it. Verbally, and physically. Not just a passive recipient of my tongue work, he loved getting eaten out almost as much as I loved eating him. Almost.
My dick leaked like crazy and Jeremy would reach down and smear the precum around the length of my cock, not outright jerking me off, more teasing me. "Damn, Daddy, you're not gonna need lube today," he hissed as he ground those meaty cheeks against my face.
Finally I was actually getting a crick in my neck, so I pulled back. "I gotta fuck you," I grunted.
I worried I was gonna cum too quickly I was so worked up, but it turns out Jeremy would cum two seconds sooner than me that day. A fast, hard fuck had us both there in short order. I fucked him missionary and he pulled me down to a heated kiss as I pounded us both off. It was exquisite.
"Fuck, Daddy..." he hissed as we clung to one another in the after glow, my cock still throbbing inside him a few seconds before I pulled it out.
When I turned 50, I got real down about getting older, and the idea of being in full-on Daddy territory made it worse. Now, feeling this 30-something hottie beneath me, I decided a man could call me Grandpa if that was gonna let me feast on an ass like that.
***
We didn't always have the time to go long. But when we did, it was like we egged each other on. Just the fact Jeremy was into being eaten out made me want more. Finally, after we'd been fuck buds for a couple of months, the guy asked me outright, "what's your longest rim session?"
"I guess just now," I replied. "Like I say, usually guys aren't really into it."
He gave one of his trademark smirks. "I think we should see how long you can go."
There the possibility of a sore jaw, or the neck crick, but I'd learned how to mitigate those. "Man, if you keep letting me rim you, I'm gonna not be able to stop."
"We'll see," he said in playful challenge.
Indeed, the next time, as he undressed he reached in his hoodie and pulled out a stopwatch, like something a swim coach would use. "Ready to eat some hole?" he said as he got onto the bed, to join my naked and ready body. Keeping in shape was hard in my early 50s, but I realized I didn't have to look like I did when I was in my early 30s, just hotter than the average guy my age. Hotties like Jeremy liked my daddy look, and the fact he liked it encouraged me to keep doing what I was doing.
"Fuck yes," I hissed as we kissed. We didn't have a romantic vibe, but kissing worked us both up for sure.
We started with Jeremy on his belly, ass up. I massaged his hamstrings and then leaned in for my first lick. Jeremy pressed the button on the stopwatch.
I did my stuff. Maybe even kicking it up a notch. It felt like I was being judged, and I wanted to do my best. I worked him up slowly, almost teasingly, then built into a crescendo of deep tonguework and outright sucking on his hole. Jeremy knew how to be clean as a whistle for his tops, and I was going to take advantage of it.
"Fuck yes," the guy cried as I did my plunge-and-suck move on his hole. "Jesus, Bill, you're going fucking wild." I knew he was turned on because I was no longer Daddy. I eased back, actually, before building up again. The suspense kept Jeremy on edge. Sometimes he'd buck against me, sometimes he'd relax on the bed and let me do my work.
I didn't know how long we'd been going at it, but I heard, "Want me to ride your face some?" Jeremy's voice had a horny edge now. It felt almost improbable that he got as much satisfaction as I did out of this. There was an actual wet spot on the sheets, a big one, from my constant leaking.
"Yeah?" I grunted as I pulled back. My muscles were getting a little stiff from holding that same hunched position.
We scrambled and rearranged ourselves. Me on my back. Jeremy facing the window and riding my mouth. The tongue penetration wasn't as deep but his hip swiveling made this just as hot and horny for me. The rubbing of his smooth spit wet cheeks against my face. My new focus on the outside of his sphincter rather than the inside of his hole. The way I could see Jeremy's ass opened and relaxed when he lifted off me to tease me.
My dick twitched. It was getting into blue balls territory, and I worried I wouldn't be able to resist jerking it. A man has only so much will power.
I pushed Jeremy off me. "We gotta stop," I growled.
He nodded and reached for the stopwatch. I heard the beep. "Forty eight minutes," he said proudly.
He was horned up, but it was like he could read my more urgent need. Sliding down, he reached back and guided my rock hard prick to his well-eaten pucker. It didn't take coaxing or finesse. Jeremy just sat his muscle-dude body down on my aching cock. He rode me with a few deliberate strokes. Up and down, using his hole to stroke me off. It didn't take much. My precum quickly turned to one of those intense pre-orgasmic ejaculations, followed by the real deal. I gripped his outer thighs and tossed my head back as I gave it up, hard.
"Hell yes," I grunted, my voice groggy as I came down from my orgasm.
"OK if I ride you?" he asked. We'd never fucked after my cum. I had maybe a few minutes before it got too sensitive, and I had a feeling my hardon wasn't going down too quickly./ "Yeah," I urged. "Go for it."
He stroked as he moved his hips up and down. I met him with thrusts of my own, and that seemed to do the trick. A jet of sperm landed on my chin, then another on my chest. Jeremy was cumming good and hard.
We were both too sexually drained to talk much as we uncoupled. That was the only time I had regrets Jeremy and I weren't dating. It was the sex endorphins clouding my judgment, because we would have been awful as boyfriends. But it was going to be hard to find a boyfriend who'd let me do THAT to him. For 48 minutes.
We didn't even say much as I walked him to the door. No goodbye kiss or anything. Just a "see you later."
But a few days later I got a text from Jeremy. A picture of that stopwatch, still paused on 48:13. And the words after: "Let's beat our record Saturday, Daddy. What do you say?"
***
Jeremy rewrote my profile.
"50yo, fit DILF top, obsessed with rimming. I have a nice long tongue that's perfect for making your ass come alive. Looking for guys with nice clean holes who like to be eaten out. Can feast on you for an hour if you let me."
I was embarrassed to post it. I'm a modest guy and this wasn't modest. But Jeremy showed me the latest stopwatch picture he kept as a personal best record. 56:22. I still would get hard remembering that session. I hit "Accept" to change my profile.
The rim session with Jeremy was shorter that night, not quite 30 minutes. But we tried something different and rather than fucking, he jerked as he rode my face and I stroked out my huge load smothered by his meaty buns. Jeremy was gonna make some top a happy boyfriend.
***
It turns out Jeremy got his boyfriend sooner than I expected. At least he started dating someone and rebuffed my booty call text.
"Sorry, Bill," he wrote back. "I'm seeing someone."
"No problem," I replied. "I've gotten a couple of replies to my new profile."
"Glad to hear." Then, "You should get your own stopwatch." The stopwatch was Jeremy's.
"All right, Coach ;)"
I did order a new stopwatch right then. And pulled up the app to scroll through my messages. I had one dude saying I was gross, and a couple who gave me a thumbs up or similar. I think they were fellow tops who found the profile amusing.
One guy wanted "Daddy" bad, but he was too young for me and too needy. And whatever floats your boat, but the "boy pussy" talk was a turn off for me.
Then a new message came in from a mostly blank profile. "Hi man. Married dude. I consider myself straight but I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to have my ass licked. Got hard when I read your profile."
I chatted back. Normally I didn't go for straight or straight-ish guys and certainly not married ones. I wanted men into me and didn't want to have to wear down a man's defenses.
"Mac" already had his defenses down, though. At least as far as this went. He did admit he was nervous, but I asked him about what he'd fantasized about. And I was up front with who I was. A man who loved eating ass but didn't feel I could do it enough.
"Figure I should just go for what I want, you know?" I typed.
He gave a thumbs up reaction and replied. "Fuck man, I really think you'd be the perfect guy to try this with."
A part of me had misgivings about the fact he was married, but I figured this was something that his wife wouldn't give him, and he might just be wanting to get it out of his system.
"If you wanna, Mac, I'd love to show you how good your hole can feel," I wrote. Maybe my time with Jeremy was rubbing off on me, I was much more sexually confident now. "No pressure, though."
"Thanks," he wrote. "I'll think it over, OK?"
"Absolutely."
****
I thought that was that but the next evening I saw a notification in my DMs.
"If you can host, I wanna do this. Bad." Along with that I got a private pic. It was the first picture I saw of the man, and it was of his ass, jeans pulled down to show off his hairy buns. Mac had a very thick muscular ass that had me boned instantly.
"Amazing ass, man," I wrote back, adding that I could host and asked when.
"I think I can get out tomorrow if you're free."
"Absolutely," I replied. "Just so you know, I need guys to be completely cleaned out." I didn't want to spook the guy, and maybe this would, but I liked to tongue deep.
"Ok," he said. "Any chance I could do that at your place?"
"Yep," I said.
"Gotta go now. But fuck I'm so excited to feel your tongue."
****
I may have been more nervous than Mac. I don't know why. When he showed up there was a minute of awkwardness as I let him in, but there was clear mutual excitement.
Mac would tell me later he was put at ease to find out I was a "regular guy." He seemed to think some guy dude on Grindr would be scary or offputting. I was more mild mannered and easygoing as I led him in.
But I did compliment him. "You're definitely hotter than I expected," I said. Mac was shorter than me at 5'10" and had a blue collar vibe. Thick arms, meaty chest and shoulders, a hint of beer belly that stretched out his electrician company gray T-shirt. His face was more weathered than I expected for 38, but he had haunting blue eyes and ruddy cheeks, a nice nose and a killer smile.
"Thanks, buddy," he smiled. "You're not a bad looking dude yourself." He kind of shrugged and gave a nod of the head. "OK if I get ready? You know, before I lose my nerve."
I showed him the way to the bathroom. "Take your time," I said. "And the towels are there if you wanna shower."
I hung out in the living room and tried to read some. I was boned as I set down my book. I thought if I should strip down but I really didn't want to make Mac uncomfortable. This was about me rimming him. If he wanted more, I'd let him drive that. I wanted this to be the perfect first time for him.
I started to pick up the book again when I heard a soft voice. "Hey."
I looked up and saw that meaty married stud standing with a towel around his waist. His body was smoother than I expected but he had some hair along his sternum and closer to the knot of the towel.
I spread my legs, I couldn't help it I was so boned. "I'll take this whatever speed you're comfortable with, OK?" I assured him.
He nodded and stepped toward me. "You done this before?"
I didn't follow. "Rim a guy? Yeah, a lot."
He laughed. The guy had a sexy smile when he laughed. "Nah. I mean done a married guy."
"Nope, you're my first."
"You think I'm weird?" he asked. His tone wasn't insecure, but the words were. "I just jerk off all the time thinking about it."
"I feel 100 percent sure you're not weird, man. Let's make your fantasy a reality."
"OK," he said with a nervous grin. He stepped slowly to me. He looked down at me expectantly.
"Turn around," I said softly.
He did and I was pleased to see him take the initiative unknotting the towel and setting it aside. That ass was just incredible. Hard and muscular and round. A real blue-collar ass.
I leaned in. "You told me everything you fantasized about having done to your hole," I said softly.
"Yeah," he croaked in a deep response. Nervous again.
"I'm going to do everything you described, nothing more, OK?"
"If you're OK with that," he said.
"I'm more than OK, buddy."
I now leaned in and pried his buns apart. The muscle was relaxed and gave way for my access. My nose brushed his clean crack and my breath fluttered before I made contact.
"Yes," he was already hissing. Nervousness was turning into horniness quick.
Then, "FUCK!" My tongue made contact. I heard him check his voice. "Sorry, man, I'll be quiet."
I pulled back and gave a small pat to his ass cheek. "You don't gotta. Just enjoy it how you wanna enjoy it."
I didn't wait to dive back in, but as much as I wanted to go wild, I went easy with the tonguing. Just soft gentle licks at his pucker at first, lapping his ring and tasting the soap he'd used. I could sense he was jerking off as I licked him.
I made myself pull back again. "You need some lube?" I asked. I should have thought of that before.
"Nah, not yet," came his burly voice. "I just, um, I think without the friction I'll cum too soon."
"Can't have that," I teased and burrowed my face into his spit wet crack again. No more Mr. Gentle now, I prodded his married hole with my tongue and began french kissing it. Alternating between pressure and sucking.
"Jesus Christ," I heard. And then a grunt that wasn't even a word, just some sexual cry. Then I heard a spit into his palm and the slick sounds of his masturbation. Mac was going for it. And so I was I, rimming at full speed and intensity, gripping his heavy buns and just doing pig at a trough style eating out. More than he asked for, really, but he was so close I knew I was safe.
"Oh Fuck! Fuckin' fuck." I felt his body shake with a heavy orgasm.
I thought he'd pull away. I gave some soft laps now, just to get a final taste. But he kind of laughed, in a ticklish way.
"You weren't lying man, you're a hungry motherfucker."
I finally pulled back and laughed. Keeping an eye on his magnificent rump. "What can I say? Your ass is an inspiration."
"He stepped away finally and half turned to me. I was glad he wasn't embarrassed to show me his frontal nudity. He had a nice cock, thick even when soft. He held up his hand covered in his own seed. "Um, could I get something...?"
"Yep," I said, getting up to fetch some paper towels. I'd need to be better prepared in the future. If I found another dude into getting rimmed as he jerked off.
"Thanks," he said. I worried this was going to be a cum and dash experience, but Mac relaxed post-nut. "That exceeded expectations," he said.
I smiled. "I'm glad."
His smile turned into concern. "Oh... you didn't get off."
I shurgged. "That's not what this was about," I replied. Maybe he didn't realize how uptight and hesitant he'd seemed in our chats.
"How you normally...?"
"I could have easily blasted hard eating you out."
That made him smile again. "Yeah? That's fucking wild." He gave me a playful raise of the eyebrow. "If you can give me a few minutes I'm sure I'm good for another."
"Oh yeah," I agreed. I went to fetch some extra towels and told Mac we could try it in my bed. I pulled out the lube as he plopped on my bed like he was trying out mattresses.
"I figured I've been dreaming about this for so long."
I slid off my shorts and the underwear which was pretty much soaked. "Let's try it with you sitting on my face," I urged as I lubed my dick up and tossed him the bottle.
I got into a reclining position and Mac seemed to enjoy getting into place for his second rim job. Unlike Jeremy, he didn't back into my face but sat on me. Not full weight, but a lot of his beefy body pressed own. My cock jerked as I began licking.
He let me work us up slowly. I had to push him off a little at one point, and he apologized.
"It's cool man, I like being smothered. Just go easy."
"Got it."
I ran my tongue around his ring and now pressed in. I munched and then pressed further.
"You're clean right?" I asked for confirmation.
He managed to hear what I said. "As a whistle."
"Push out," I urged, then slid my tongue back into place. The trick worked and Mac was getting his first deep tonguing.
"Holy fucking shit, dude. Eat me out..." He jerked wildly while I rooted around deeper. "I'm gonna fucking cum."
I held off touching my dick so far, but that was my cue. I took a grip and stroked while I deep rimmed this hot stud. My cum flew out in high arcs, probably painting him, I didn't know.
"DUUDE! Fuck yeah."
I licked less urgently and felt his body orgasm above me.
He finally climbed off and reached for the hand towel. "Dude, I am fucking DRAINED." He was still catching his breath. I was too.
"That was amazing," I said.
"Not sure when I can get away again, but I'd love a repeat if you're offering."
"I'm offering."
I took a towel myself to wipe down. I'd shot a lot.
It wasn't awkward but it was back to us as unconnected strangers, getting dressed, me showing him the door.
"Thanks again, man," he said. I missed having a goodbye kiss but this would have to do. "I'm one happy camper."
"The pleasure is mine," I assured him.
***
The next day the stopwatch arrived. It had started out as a joke, but now I was convinced I was going to make good use of it, on Mac or someone else.
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