What comes next

He was not hot. Not cute, or could even generously be called handsome, but he was about to be the first man to plow my ass.

I’m not gay. Not closeted, down-low or even curious. So why am I groaning face down on his couch? Hell I hadn’t even met this dude three hours ago.

After some travel, a couple semesters off and some flat-out laziness, I finally graduated with a construction management degree at 27. I figured a lame job in some sort of construction might lead to better work, but really I was still kind of lost.

The job was pretty much a gopher for the site management office. One of my tasks was to accompany visitors; inspectors and auditors and such, around the site. Pretty easy work. I don’t even remember what this guy was doing there, I just remember it was very close to quitting time on Friday and I was itching to leave. 

He was pleasant enough and definitely knew what he was doing. By the time we got down from the eighth floor he was leading the way. He signed himself out, I punched out. Goodnight.

I like to park my old Honda at the far end of the lot so it doesn’t get too dusty. That’s where I was, ten minutes later staring into my open hood when he pulled up in his nondescript American car. “Hop in. I’ll give you a lift.”

We talked a bit on the way to the highway, he had a direct, but not rough way of speaking that put me kind of back on my heels, like he already had the answers his non-questions. There was really only one response to the things he said and initially, I felt kind of dumb answering. But HE didn’t make me feel dumb. He was in control and made me feel like I was saying all the right things.

We were only a on the highway a couple minutes when he said, “you don’t look like you suck dick.”

I was confused. Is that good? I don’t, I haven’t. My pause made him smile. I don’t know what I said, but it couldn’t have made any sense. Why did I have a hard-on?

“We’ll swing by my place and grab some beers.”

I mean, I’m fine with some beers, he’s pretty cool, I don’t really have anything else to do, but there really isn’t any room for no in what he says. It’s like he’s narrating what’s about to happen. Then it happens.

“Go ahead and grab a few from the fridge, I’m going to jump in the shower, you can get started.” Wait. Am I going to suck this guys dick? Because he gave me a ride? But I’m not home. I don’t know how to suck a dick. He’s kind of chubby, that’s not sexy, but he’s cleaning up…  since when do I know if a dude is sexy?

I’d put two away by the time he was back and my head was certainly no clearer.

He was in a robe. He started a beer and gave me a little smile. “Let’s see what you can do.”

He didn’t force me, he didn’t order me, but he also didn’t ask.

I was sitting on the couch. He was a few feet in front of me. I just slid off and onto my knees in front of this man I did not know. Into a world I did not know. Where the fuck was I.

I reached into the robe and found it. Not hard, but heavy. The robe opened and there was my hand holding some guys dick. I’d seen fat dudes naked and their penis kind of gets swallowed up by their gut. This guy did not have that problem, his hips were actually kind of slim and his dick was, I don’t know, normal. I just looked for a while. His balls. His hair. He was in no rush, he just watched and had another drink. I did what you do with a dick in your hand, I started stroking. It was awkward to be going in the opposite direction, and up near my head, but a stroked dick gets hard and a hard dick, well, I opened my mouth and put it on my tongue.

“Yeah.” was all he said.

When you find a dick in your mouth, you suddenly feel a responsibility to do it right. A reality hit me, and a little panic, I’d never done this at all. He fixed it all with his first question of the day, “what do you like?”

Once you get going, it’s kind of easy to recreate a blowjob from the other end, but damn, even a not big dick is big in your mouth. My jaw killed and I didn’t feel like I’d been at it that long.

I was trying to do a greatest head medley and I was running out of gas. He knew it was time for more coaching, or he’d clearly known for a while but let me get there on my own.

“Open up wide. Put it on your tongue again. Stroke. That’s it.”

My strokes were kind of frantic, but looking up with my mouth open, I started to slow, started to come further out to the head and further down to his balls. He gave some nice deep moans and let me know I was on the right track. The whole operation slowed down and in a minute I was really giving head.

I found that it wasn’t that hard to take him pretty deep, and when I did he rumbled deep in his chest. “Fuck kid. Yes.”

His grunts made my dick ache. God damnit this was hot.

He held the top of my head and rubbed his cock on my cheek next to my open mouth. We stood like that breathing for a while. He popped the head into my mouth and out. We caught our breath. 

He gave me a little nod and I stood. I was still fully dressed in work clothes. He unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled off my shirt.

“Well you’re more fit than you look.”

Thanks?

I’ve never checked out guys, so I just then realized he was just a little taller than me, a good bit heavier, maybe twenty years older. 

He unbuttoned me but left the work of undressing to me. Wait. I’m getting naked for this guy. What is going on?

He could see the little freakout in my eyes. He grabbed my dick, not hard, but firmly and quickly. Holy shit - I swear it felt like I was going to shoot come all over his apartment. Yes. For him. I’m getting naked.

He held it, then let me go, slowly turned my hips and wrapped an arm around my chest. No one had ever tweaked my nipples before, it was electric. I felt like a doll. As he loosened his hold I slowly fell forward onto the thick, soft couch. He didn’t push, or even guide but his hands didn’t leave me. His fingers grazed up and down my back, my sides, my chest, my thighs. I was in another world.

He stood with a hand holding my shoulder and a hand moving slowly down the small of my back, down my ass, between my legs and pulling lightly down on my dick and balls together. I let out a long, loud “Ah!” We’d been at this for a while but my dick had hardly been touched and it seemed like 10,000 volts. My whole body was sex, every touch electric. His hand wrapped around grabbing my ass and the base of my dick at the same time. His touch was much firmer. He squeezed. I moaned into the cushion. I knew what was coming. He’d stopped narrating, but every next move was clear.

I couldn’t tell what digit grazed my asshole, but it made me hungry. I gasped and lifted my ass. He let out a little laugh and grabbed my shoulder tight. He pushed his thumb against my hole, not trying to enter, but just pushing, then letting up and making circles. Jesus, was this my body? I’d never felt this before. He got some spit or something on there and kept pushing, making circles. My head was spinning. Then he pushed it in. Holy Fuck.

With his thumb in my ass his fingers were holding my balls. He drew his fingers up and pulled his thumb out. And in again. Then big circles. And in again, and again. Good god. Please do this forever.

He stopped. I felt some cool goo on my hole and then he really started to get to work.

I have no idea what was going on back there, but my ass became the center of the universe and there was nothing else anywhere ever. His hands were everywhere, he’d grab my head, he’d push my head, he’d stroke my back, he’d slap my ass. It was like no sex I’d ever had, he barely touched my dick, but I had no need to get off. I was ready to explode, but it could go on forever.

“You’re ready. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

A dick is bigger than a thumb. It’s more than fingers.

He set the head against my hole and I gasped again, and raised my ass again. He laughed, “that’s it”. He dug his fingers into my hips and eased my whole body back onto his cock. My mouth was open in a scream with no sound. My eyes wide looking at nothing. He held me there, fingers deep in my skin, my legs splayed - up on one knee and a foot on the floor, arms holding the whole couch, face down in the cushion and moaning so, so long. He had it all the way in. His body all the way against my ass. My entire reality was being supported by this cock up my ass. My god, yes, this cock in my ass.

He pulled out just a little and another world opened. I cried out and my dick jumped, he pushed it in again with a slap and I felt like my entire insides were going to come out of my face. Out again and in and I was lost. 

This dude could fuck. I moaned and yelped, and he just fucked me. He used my own body to pull himself in deeper. He held me up and pushed me down, he had me up on the couch and back on the floor. It went on forever, he was never not in control and I never wanted anything else but this man fucking me in my ass.

I heard a low growl came from his chest and he started to grit his teeth. I thought it had been wild; I was about to learn wild. His hips slapped my ass faster. It felt like he had four arms all pulling me into his cock. Knees on the floor, chest on the couch It felt like he was going to drive me right into the apartment downstairs.

I could feel his dick start to vibrate, what was he going to do with it? My brain went crazy, I wondered if I should spin around and suck it. Then there was a quiet calm. His hand in the middle of my back pushing hard. He whispered in a low growl, “You’re going to take it.”

Yes. Fucking give it to me.

He slowly slid back and then drove that cock so deep up my ass my eyes bugged out. With a loud “UNGH” He came so fucking hard I felt like it was going to shoot out my throat. He pumped his come in me over and over for I couldn’t believe how long.

He stopped. Breathing hard, propped up on his hands on the couch. I felt sweat drip onto my back. He stayed like that for a long time, leaving me in a daze. 

Kind of suddenly, he spun us around and sat himself on the couch with me laying back on top of him. His dick was still in me, medium hard. This was the first time I’d been on top of him the whole time. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pinched my nipples a little, a little more, and then a lot. My dick came to life and I knew what was next. I grabbed on and stroked like I never had before. He bit my shoulder, pinched my nips and squeezed my balls. I stroked and writhed on top of this man until so much come came shooting from my dick I shot my own face. I fell back onto him, come everywhere, floating in space.

He slid me off and grabbed some towels. We sat for a long time, It had gotten very dark.

“Well you don’t look like you suck dick, but I guess you do.”

I got dumb again and fumbled “I never have, I hadn’t before, I didn’t…”

He laughed “Ha, bullshit. Let me call you a cab. What’s your address?”

He had never even asked where I lived when I got in the car. 

I gave him my address and he looked not in control for the first time that day. He squinted and cocked his head. “That’s on the other end of the complex.”

Then regaining his self, “Well, you can come by after ten tomorrow. I’ll have coffee.”