This hairy chest invites me over one morning. He’s free all day so I finish up what I’m doing and message that I’m free. As I’m about to knock on his door I realize two things: 1) We haven’t exchanged any face pics and 2) he told me not to knock, just message.
The door opens a crack and I slide in. He’s tall and muscular, and brown, and standing in his tight red boxer briefs and a shirt. Christmas was a few days ago and a Christmas tree is lit up in the corner and a few small appliance boxes opened and not yet unboxed scattered around the tree.
“Did you have a nice Christmas?” he asks, making small talk.
“Oh yeah it was great,” I tell him. He invites me to go downstairs, but does not immediately follow. There is a single room down there with a bed and a computer desk. I quickly look over the room to see what kind of guy this is. I see technical books on the shelf, pictures of his parents. I take my shirt off and wait a minute or two until he descends the creaky steps.
“It’s cold down here,” he says, coming up to me.
“We’ll have to make our own heat,” I tell him, smiling.
He wraps his arms around me and I feel how hard he is. His arms chest are very muscular. My hands are cold, but I can’t help but slide them all over his back and arms.
“Come.” he tells me as he rips the comforter off the bed and slides under it, holding it up for me. I slide under with him and snuggle up to him. He holds me with his strong arms and I settle my head against his shoulder, softly kissing his neck. My hands are still freezing, but I grab his ass. I just love holding it, feeling its hard muscles in my hand. He reaches down under the comforter and starts to undo my belt. I help him, squeeze out of my skinny jeans and we kick them out of the bed. Now we are both in our underwear.
I stick my finger into his briefs and pull them down over his penis. I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its warmth.
“You’re hands are so cold… I like it!” he says, and thrusts his length through my closed fingers. His pole is very thick and I can’t quite close my hand around it.
Excited now, he gets up onto my belly, towers over me, and I can see his erect penis before me. It is very thick and its pink tip and slit just peeks out from his foreskin. But I am also staring up at the rest of his body.
“You like this?” he says, flexing his biceps.
“I do!” I exclaim, and run my hands up and over his hairy pecs, caressing his hard muscles.
But his penis juts out over my face. I bend my neck up, lick its underside, feeling its heat emanating into my face. Then I open up and take it into my mouth. He gingerly places his hands over the back of my head, in place of a pillow, and pumps his hips, enjoying the wet warmth of my mouth in the cold basement. I suck on it, longing to more of it into my mouth, but from this angle I cannot.
After a while he lays down beside me again, and I go under the comforter, wearing it on my back like a cloak, and go down between his legs. Here I have full access and I start to move my head and suck him.
“I’m close,” he says, and stops me. He grabs my arms and pulls me up to him, and we cuddle each-other some more, enjoying the warmth of each-other’s bodies.
“My name is Jordan,” he tells me.
“I’m Pete. It’s nice to meet you.”
I find his thick penis is irresistible. Soon I am back down again, bobbing my head. This time, he makes no move to stop me. He stretches his legs straight out, on either side of me, and I I feel his powerful thighs squeezing me, holding me in place, as he starts to grunt and moan. His hands are on my head now, fixing my whole body in place, as he thrusts up into my mouth.
He seems to hold himself on the edge, fucking slowly, enjoying every second of it. I reach both hands under his muscular ass and help him, pushing him further and at that moment I hear him moan in satisfaction, as his penis throbs and ejects his tasty load into my waiting mouth. I suck it out with gusto, and as he watches he grabs his cock, squeezing out the last few drops for me.
“That was the best blowjob I have ever had!” he exclaims.
I smile, loving the praise. “Thank-you!”
“You should come over many more times. Will you write about me?”
“I sure will.”