A month ago I’d been chatting with this 26yo white guy. He’s got an okay body, cute face, and an awesome cock.
He wanted me to shower with him at his place, but I kept brushing him off. “That would be a big step. I’m just chatting right now.” I’ve ignored him a couple of times since then.
“:-(“ he writes me. Awww….
The floodgates have been smashed. After my first encounter last week, I wanted more. I reply back. “I could use a shower today… if ur free.”
He messages me his address. My heart pounds. I pack up my work and dash to the car. I don’t know what I’m doing. As I drive, my brain races. What if I’m caught? WHAT IF HE MURDERS ME? I listen to the news on the radio and pretend I’m just driving to get some groceries. Yup, brain, just driving along! Nothing to see here! Going to the Canadian Tire for some batteries! And lawn dirt!
I pull up to the street, small brick houses from the 1970s, and park insanely far away. I see an old lady watering her lawn. SHE KNOWS WHAT YOU’RE DOING, my brain screams at me.
I walk nonchalantly past her, and when I get to the house address I message him.
“Here.”
He opens the door. I introduce myself and stick out my hand. His name’s Tristan*. We shake. Damn, what the fuck else am I supposed to do? Whip it out in the fucking doorway?! I’m new at this.
We chat as we walk to the bathroom. Anyone else live here? Yeah, his brother but he’s working.
The bathroom’s tiny, like the house, but he’s got a nice round shower with glass walls, and one of those huge facets on top that make it rain on you. I should undress or something. Instead I’m looking around. Putting it off.
“A little nervous?” He says. “Thats ok.” He reaches out and unbuttons my pants. (Silverjeans, Grayson Straight in Faded Indigo, $109).
We’re naked the shower’s on. We face each other and all I can look at is his uncut dick. The same one I’ve been dreaming about for a month. I reach out and touch it. He smiles and it rises up.
Fuck yeah.
He reaches out and runs his hands up my sides, hugs me close. Totally weird to be touched this way. My dick still looks like an old prune. “Yeah, I’m nervous,” I tell him.
He kneels down sucks it. He pulls it out with his lips. In seconds I’m hard and proud of it. He grabs the soap and starts washing me. This is nice. I give his pecs a good scrub as well.
“Wanna go to the bedroom?” he says, turning off the shower.
We grab our clothes and go downstairs to his basement abode. Some 70’s wood paneling, dark blue walls. Double bed, puffy blankets. We lay down beside eachother and play with each other’s cocks.
“I want to suck you,” I tell him. I get down and gently lick the very tip. I’m shaking. I run my fingers down and around his balls. I feel a head rush. I’m high. When it slips through my lips, it feels smooth. I smell him, freshly washed in Old Spice.
Gotta focus. I make a ring with my fingers, and slide them up and down his shaft, in time with my mouth. I hear him breathing in gasps, enjoying it. I taste the sweet and bitter precum.
He stops me, saying he doesn’t want to go yet. Cool, I’m good at this!
I lay down again and he sucks me awhile. God, it feels great. When he does it a certain way, it feels exactly like a tight wet pussy. I let him go for a while. I’m moaning uncontrollably, running my hands through the short hairs on the back of his head. Even that feels nice.
Then I’m on him again. I tell him I want to swallow. I rub, and suck. Hands and mouth work together. He’s gasping for breath, and all too soon it’s over. I’m disappointed. There’s no squirting, no gush of cum. Only a taste of salty bleach. I wouldn’t even know unless he told me.
“It’s sensitive…” he tells me. I regretfully stop and kneel over him.
He jacks me until I orgasm. It’s intense. When I’m able to think again, I look down and see a huge puddle on his thigh. It’s like someone threw a fucking egg. I can’t help laughing. “Sorry man, I guess I cum a lot,” I told him.
“It’s OK,” he says, and grabs a towel to clean up.
Later on I stop at Subway for lunch and message him, telling him thanks. It was a great experience.
When I check back that night, he’s gone. He blocked me.