Waiting for Wes

I sat propped up in bed, scrolling up and down on my iPad. The little squares flashed by—some blank, some with landscapes, many with torsos, even a few with faces. A couple of lucky guys had somehow managed to get around the Grindr algorithm and had photos of their naked asses as profile pics.

I had on my trashiest Andrew Christian jock strap – it was black with a gold accent design around the waistband and a mesh pouch that meant my penis was still visible. I lowered my right hand and cupped the bulge of my cock through the sheer fabric, squeezing my balls a little and keeping myself semi-erect.

Earlier, Wes and I had sat in bed together, scrolling through the guys on Grindr and looking for the next participant in our version of a three-way. Tonight, it was Wes’s turn to find someone to hook up with, then return home and tell me every detail about his encounter as foreplay to our own fuck session. We had exchanged messages with a few dudes, but finally selected one with the handle of ThikDikBud. His bio said he was 39, 5’11” and 190 pounds. So he was a few years older than us with just a little more bulk. He seemed to be reasonably fit and had a nice patch of chest hair in his profile pic.

Wes had sent him a greeting and a picture of his own trim runner's torso. We got a quick reply asking what Wes was looking for tonight. Wes responded “Looking for right now. U host?” Again, the response came immediately: “Sure.” Another photo of his torso came in as well, this time angled just a little lower so that a hint of dark brown pubes was visible. Wes’s response pushed things a little further: “So how thik is that dik?” with a wink emoji.

We sat together, each rubbing our crotches as we waited to see if we would get an answer. After about 15 seconds, a photo came in. It was a graphic shot of an erect cock with a fleshy mushroom head, and it did appear to be pretty damn thick.

“Fuck, looks nice,” Wes told me.

“Is he the one?” I asked.

“Think so.”

“You wanna sit on that fat cock?”

Wes nodded. “Yeah. I’m so fucking horny.”

“Reel him in then.”

Wes grinned and send a photo of his own penis – a perfectly-shaped, helmet-headed pink shaft nearly six inches long with a meaty piss slit that guys loved to tongue.

Once again, the response was quick. “U really bottom?”

Wes replied with the photo that always got him what he wanted. It was one I had taken a few months ago just before giving him an intense fucking – he was on all fours with his taut buttcheeks spread just enough to expose his perfect little pink pucker. The focus was clear and the few little dark hairs around his hole were visible with his smooth balls dangling below in a loose sac.

A few seconds later, ThikDikBud sent a pin drop with his location. It looked to be a townhouse just a couple of miles away. Another message included the street address.

Wes shot a quick message saying, “Ten minutes” and turned towards me on the bed. He was shirtless, with faded jeans low on his hips, exposing a sexy line of black hair from his taught, shallow navel to his waistband. He moved in and kissed me, his tongue probing insistently, deep into my mouth. After a long moment, we separated, and he pushed himself off the bed. He grabbed a black T-shirt from a drawer and pulled it over his head, then ran his hands over his smooth, fine black hair to make sure it was in place. He slid into a pair of tennis shoes and gave me a final lopsided grin, then left the bedroom. I heard him grab his keys from the hall table, then a minute later his car pulled out of the drive, the headlight beams sweeping across the bedroom window as he backed into the street.

That had been forty-five minutes ago now and I knew he would most likely be back soon, since his “date” was so close by. The anticipation of hearing Wes give me all the gory details of his hookup was having a definite effect on my cock, which was now nearly fully hard and pushing out of my jock strap waistband. I touched the head of my penis and felt a droplet of precum, further evidence of my arousal. I used my fingertip to spread the slick bead around my glans.

A couple of minutes later, I heard Wes pull into the driveway. I heard the car door slam, then the front door open. He dropped his keys on the table and I heard his footsteps coming down the hall. My cock throbbed, waiting for him to appear. The two bedside lamps were on, so there was a golden glow in the room. Wes pushed open the bedroom door and came to stand beside me as I reclined against the headboard on the bed.

His hair was a little tousled and his black T was slightly wrinkled. I looked up at his blue-gray eyes and took in the hint of five o’clock-shadow that made him extra-sexy.

“Did you get fucked?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said.

“Tell me about it.”

Wes kept standing next to the bed as he began his recitation. “It was a duplex – pretty nice, looked new. I was kind of nervous, but the address matched what he sent. So I went to the door and rang the bell. After a second, I could kind of sense he was looking at me through the peephole, checking me out. Then I heard the door unlock and he opened it and invited me in.”

“What was he wearing?”

“Navy basketball shorts and a white tank top."
"Did he look like his profile pics?"
"Pretty much. Decent arms, hairy chest, clean-shaven."
"Who made the first move?"
"He did. He reached out and touched my chest, ran his hand down my stomach and over my crotch.”

“Did you touch him?”

“Not yet. He told me to get undressed.”

“He had you strip in front of him while he watched? While he was dressed?”

“Yeah.”

“Do it for me now. Get undressed for me like you did for him.”

Wes slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, then toed his sneakers off his feet. I admired his bare, smooth chest with nickel-sized nips. Then he unsnapped his jeans and then began to work them down his hips. I could see he was commando as his neatly trimmed patch of black pubes came into view as his pants fell. His penis was starting to plump as he stepped out of the jeans and stood before me naked.

“Were you hard when you got naked for him?”

“Not yet. But then he reached out and touched my shaft and started to stroke it. Then I got hard.”

“Okay.” I slid to the side of the bed and sat up. I reached out and took his cock in my hand and stroked him to erection. His breath caught and he closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure and I thumbed his piss slit, then slid my fingers down the underside of his dick and cupped his plump, smooth balls. My own pecker was straining against the mesh of my jock now. “Then what happened?”

“He got on his knees and started to suck me.”

“Like this?” I asked as I knelt before him and took his length into my mouth. I worked on his slit for a moment, then began to pump my head up and down, the underside of his meat sliding back and forth across my tongue.

“Sort of, except not as good,” he said.

I released his cock, then sat back on the bed. “Then what happened?”

“Then he took his clothes off. He threw the tank top on the sofa and pulled his shorts and underwear down at once and left them on the floor. He was already hard, so I bent down and started to suck him. I stroked under his balls with one hand while I worked his cock.”

“Did he taste good?”

“Yeah. I think he was maybe a little older than his profile said. There was some gray in his bush. I think he was maybe 45 or so, but still looking pretty good. He had nice hair and a little bit of a dad bod. But a DILF dad bod.”

“How long did you suck him?”

“Two or three minutes. I grabbed his ass and started squeezing his buns and pulling him deeper into my mouth. Then he said he was gonna cum and to stop for a second.”

“So you stopped.”

“Yeah. I stood up, then he started stroking my chest again and pulled me right up next to him. He pushed our cocks together and started rubbing his all over mine and over my bush and thighs. Then he raised my arms up over my head and started to run his fingers through my pits. He said my pit hair turned him on.”

“He has good taste. You have such fucking sexy pit hair.”

“I know you like it. Do you want to play with my pits?” Wes knelt on the floor and raised his right arm over his head, exposing his thatch of black armpit hair to me. I couldn’t help myself; it was so soft and sexy. I stood up, tucked the jock strap waistband under my balls and brought my leaking cock to Wes's underarm and rubbed the head back and forth across his pit. Sometimes he would let me basically fuck his armpit and shoot my wad into the hair. But I stopped myself tonight, because I had another place in mind to put the load that was building in my balls. I sat back down on the bed as Wes stood to continue his report.

“After he played with your pits, what did he do?”

“Then he reached his left hand around behind me and grabbed my ass and turned me around. He started squeezing my butt and telling me what a tight little ass I have.”

“He’s right. You do have a fucking sexy tight little ass. What did you do then?”

“I told him I knew what he wanted. And that I was going to give it to him.”

“So now he knows he’s going to get to fuck you. He must have been excited.”

“He took my hand then and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. When we got there, he pulled me to him and stroked my cock a little more, then he asked me if I liked to be rimmed.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I didn’t tell him anything. I just turned around and got on all fours on the bed, my asshole pointed right at him. He took the hint and dove in. He started licking my whole taint, then concentrated on my hole and worked his tongue into it and tongue-fucked me.”

“Did it feel good? Was he a good ass-eater?”

“It felt really good. He kept it wet and kept telling me how good my hole tasted. He was fucking me with his tongue so long I wondered if that was all he wanted. But then he took his tongue out and started fingering me. He shoved his middle finger in and fucked me with it, then put his pointer finger and middle finger in at the same time. Then he asked me if I was ready for his dick.”

“Did you tell him you were ready?”

“Oh yeah. I gave him dirty talk then. I told him to fuck my boy pussy with his big thick cock. He asked me if he should get a rubber and I told him I wanted his bare dick and raw load up my ass.”

“Did he like that?”

“Yeah, he went crazy then. He grabbed some lube from the dresser and spread it on my hole, then squirted it on his shaft and got behind me.”

“Were you still on all fours?”

Wes nodded. “He fucked me doggy style. He grabbed my hips, put his big cockhead against my hole, and shoved it in.”

“Did it feel good?”

“At first it hurt a little because he was so thick and he shoved it all the way in. But then it started to feel good. He had me pretty loosened up from the rimming and finger-fucking.”

“How long did he fuck you?”

“He went at it a good ten minutes. He kept telling me what a sweet ass I have, how good it feels, how much he likes it.”

“Did you tell him how good it felt to have his dick in you?”

“Yes. I told him how thick his cock was and that he was stretching my hole like crazy. I told him to use my ass and give me his juicy load. Then he slowed down a little and started doing full strokes – he pulled his cock almost all the way out, then shoved it deep back in over and over. Then he started moaning that he was gonna fucking cum and suddenly I felt his hot jizz in me.”

I was so hard now that my dick practically hurt with the need for release. I started to jerk myself slowly, massaging my prick up and down. “Was it a big load?”

“It felt huge. It must have been six good spurts.”
"Did you jack off while he was fucking you? Did you cum for him?"
Wes shook his head. "No. I saved my load for us."

“What did he do after he came? Did he stay inside you until he got soft?”

“No. He pulled out and kissed the back of my neck, then went and got a washcloth. He asked me if I wanted to clean up… but I said no.”

Wes knew this was what I had wanted him to say, but I had to make sure and hear him say it again. “So that means… his load is still in you?”

He nodded and I stood up and moved close to him. I leaned in for a kiss and our lips met with urgency. Our hands went to each other’s faces and we stroked each other’s cheeks as we made out. Eventually, he pulled us back to the bed and sat down, pulling down my jock strap so that I was as naked as him. Then he lay back, giving me permission to handle his body. I knelt between his legs and took his erection in my hand. I just gazed at his beautiful shaft for a moment, then licked it from the balls to the tip before swallowing it down. I relished the smooth feel of his perfect mouthful of meat and smelled the faint scent of soap still in his bush from a shower earlier.

Wes sighed and shifted his hips a little as I blew him. When I could taste the faint saltiness of precum, I knew I had him primed and I stood up and guided his legs up into the air and towards his chest. He rolled back a little so that I had full access to his perfect, tight little cunt. It was as sweet and ripe as a summer strawberry. I dove my tongue in, giving him a rim job of my own. When it comes to bung, I definitely like to taste it before I baste it. I could smell the musk of his previous fucking and I wanted to add my own scent to the mixture.

Our lube was on the nightstand, so I readied his hole and my cock with a quick squirt of the gel. I moved against him and, just like his Grindr hookup, put my head against his hole. But I entered him slowly, at a measured pace, and let him get used to my thickness. He was pretty well stretched out from before, so it didn’t take very long before he was ready to receive my thrusts. I began to move my hips back and forth, feeling his asshole hairs very softly rasp my cockflesh.

“God, yes. Fuck me. It feels so fucking good,” Wes urged me, his eyes still closed. I kept up a steady rhythm and his hand went to his dick and he began to jack himself as I leaned over him while pistoning in and out of his anus. I was so worked up that I didn’t think I could last very long; the need for release was consuming. I wanted to stay in the clutch of his velvet chute forever, but the orgasm was building in me. Then suddenly Wes cried out, his hand started moving faster, and his sperm erupted from his penis up onto his pecs and down his chest. The bleachy, briny scent hit my nose and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I let the spasms of ecstasy wash over me and ejaculated what felt like an ocean of my ball juice deep into Wes.

Spent, I collapsed onto him and our mouths met again as I felt the wet stickiness of his cum between our chests. We kissed for a moment, then I pulled my cock from him and slid onto my knees on the floor, my head now between his legs. I licked his glans again, getting remnants of his load on my tongue. Then I worked my way down further, licking his taint, then returning to his hole – a hole that had been violated twice in the space of a little over an hour. Again I worked my tongue into him, tasting my own fresh semen. I fancied that I could also taste the load of his previous sperm donor mingling with my own. I forced my tongue as deeply into him as I could, questing for the nectar inside. I felt Wes’s sphincter muscles tighten and flex and I knew he was trying to push out some of the juice inside him. I sat back a moment and watched as a trickle of pearly liquid appeared on his rosebud.

I gobbled it up, every drop I could get, then moved back up to his chest and licked up the splatter of Wes’s own product. I had a mixture of three men’s semen in my mouth, and it gave a whole new meaning to the word cocktail. The heady, musky scent and taste of it overwhelmed me and I dove onto Wes’s mouth again, forcing in my tongue, practically fucking his mouth with it, so he could share in the combination of our man cream. He joined in eagerly, sucking my tongue and savoring the taste.

As I ground against him in our fervent kiss, I realized that I was still rock-hard. Despite the ball-draining orgasm I had experienced just moments ago, I wasn’t softening at all. And against my stomach, I could feel that Wes was still primed as well. We were so turned on by the naughtiness of our filthy behavior this evening that we were both ready for another round. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss off and pushed myself off the bed, standing up.

“Where are you going?” Wes asked.

“I’m going to get us some water,” I told him. “Then after we hydrate, I’m going to fuck another load into your ass.”

And I did.