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?”
It’s the last day of exams at the local university. Campus is empty. I try messaging a few old friends. Unexpectedly, one responds.
This brown 20 year old guy I have met with before. He always lays back on the couch in his house, late at night, watching reruns of friends on TV, with me between his legs, servicing his thick cut cock. Today, he’s interested in trying something different.
“I have this fantasy of having my bulge grabbed and dick sucked while I’m working. You think that’s possible?”
“Yeah! That’s a great fantasy!”
I would be happy to.
He gives me instructions on how to get to the Dr. Aldrich Whitacker building which is beside the library. I quickly walk over, and find that campus is not so empty after all. Lots of people are here. I wait in the vestibule of the large building of classrooms. He’s already waiting for me, though, and opens the door for me. He starts to walk down the hall and I follow
Just then a young woman spots us. “Hey,” she greets him.
“Oh hi,” he replies. They talk about some project they are doing while I pretend to look at the bulletin board. Nothing but outdated posters for stuff that has already happened.
Finally they finish and we continue down the hall, round a corner to what I think is his office. He punches in a keycode, opens the door and we enter.
Only it’s not an office. It’s a huge study room, with many tables and copious power and USB outlets for studying on laptops. The entire wall is a window and I can see the trees outside, now barren and the light dusting of snow on the ground. Fortunately, it looks out on a courtyard that is now empty.
He makes his way to the corner of the room where his laptop is open and plunks down in the plastic office chair. He’s in the middle of writing something in Word.
I get down on my knees beside him, as he works on his paper. He helpfully spreads his legs for me, so I’m able to reach in and massage him through his dark jeans. I feel his hardness, and I already know what’s under there. The jeans are just in the way. But I am nervous. I look at the door, and stop, scanning the room. I see something in the corner near the ceiling.
“It’s alright, there’s no cameras here.” he says, reading my mind.
“Oh right, it’s just the light sensor,” I exclaim. Still, I can’t help feeling that any moment anyone could walk in through the door. This is not the small office I’d pictured. In the wide open space, there is nowhere to hide, and nothing to get behind.
But plainly, the danger is only turning him on more, as I can see the tent in his pants. He undoes his belt for me, and helpfully lifts his bum as I slide off his jeans down his thigh.
Ah yeah, there it is. The cut cock juts sideways toward me, but his eyes are still transfixed on his work. He moves the mouse, clicking.
The only way out of this is to move quickly, before anyone sees us. I reach down and slurp up his cock. I have received tips before from this guy. He’s cut high and tight. Use lots of saliva, or he chaffs. I stare down his length, and see the recently shaved pubes. They are thick and black, and rasp against my lips like a stiff brush. My lips are going to be raw after this, just like the other times.
Soon, his dick is sufficiently wet and I work my magic on him. There is something to be said for repeat hookups — you get to know what works. Soon, he gets increasingly bothered and is unable to continue working. He slides down the chair, unconsciously jerking his thighs as he feels the mounting pleasure of my mouth. A moment later, he thrusts up and silently gushes into my mouth, and I eagerly suck it all in and swallow.
I leave him to clean up. Ten seconds later, I’m out of there, nonchalantly going down the hall. Seeing my reflection in the bulletin board, I stop and smooth my hair down so it doesn’t look like there are two giant handprints in my hair.
He was a tall, skinny 18 year old twink last time. Last October, at 9 in the morning, he invited me over. After I got there he casually mentioned that he was taking a lot of drugs the night before. Okayyyy… His cock was soft and reeked of tobacco. I was afraid I’d get high as I sucked him off in his basement, listening to his younger brother stomp around upstairs. Though I couldn’t bring him to cum, I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth for the whole day. He was hot, though, and had a really casual attitude that made me feel super comfortable with him. Even if nobody climaxed, it was darn fun to be around him.
Now, a year later, his Mom was working again and his brother was in school, and he had the place to himself during the day. He’d mentioned something about milking him while rimming him, wanting to be “sub trained”, so I brought along a flogger. He knew I wouldn’t top, but he was so horny today it didn’t matter.
“I forgot to ask,” he messaged. “Are you OK with watersports? Like with me being peed on, not you.”
Yes and yes!
“I’m gonna take a shower. Definitely just come right in the sliding door and make yourself at home,” he wrote.
Usually I hate walking into stranger’s houses. Luckily when I showed up he let me right in and led me to the living room.
“Hi!” he said brightly, brushing his shoulder-length brown hair out of eyes. “Let’s get some porn going here.”
I looked around nervously, as the front door of the house was right there, and we were visible through the kitchen to the sliding doors in the backyard. A family desktop computer sat on a small table in the living room, and he already had 18 tabs of Pornhub open.
“Don’t worry. My mom’s at work and nobody’s coming back for a while.” He nonchalantly dropped his pants, revealing a soft cut penis. Then he leaned down to the keyboard, butt in the air, and started looking through the videos.
He picked one with a hot teen in it, but it was just him talking so he had to change it. “So what do you want to do?” he asked, turning toward me.
“Let’s start with the rimming,” I told him.
“My favourite!” He got on the floor. His tiny twink butt pointed in the air and spread, showing his hairless hole. I got down and licked it, and he moaned with excitement.
Without warning, I slapped his ass so hard he flinched and yelped. “Say thank-you sir,” I demanded.
“Thank-you sir,” he said, moaning in pleasure. His penis hung down to the floor, growing hard.
“Very good. Now you will be rewarded.” I slid my head under him and twisted around, sucking his long dick into my mouth. He yelped again in surprise, and then moaned as I used my my thumb to massage his slick hole.
We played a while, with me repeatedly slapping him the teen kept getting hornier. He looked back at me, panting. “What else you wanna do?”
I knew he wanted to be fucked, but I had never successfully topped before. Time to move on. “Well I gotta pee,” I told him.
“Fuck yeah, let’s go to the shower?” he leaped off the ground and bounded down the steps to the basement, cock bouncing under him. I followed him and he rounded a corner, into the bathroom with a small corner shower. By the time I got there, he was bent down on the shower floor with his, tight, slick asshole pointed into the air. “Try to hit the hole,” he begged. “I don’t know what it is, but I am just addicted to that feeling of piss hitting it.”
I pulled out my cock, took aim, and instantly a shower of piss spattered out everywhere. The droplets of pure yellow beaded up all over his back and soaked into his long dark hair. “There you go,” I said as I manipulated it into a stream. I let it all out, sighing with relief as I stood above the teen and pissed as hard as I could directly into his puckered asshole. The sound of it spattering against his skin, running down his hairless balls and dripping down into the drain echoed throughout the tiny bathroom.
When I was done, he turned around and sat down in the yellow puddle of piss, sighing contentedly. “That was awesome,” he said.
“Hit the spot eh?”
“Yeah! I’ll just shower it off quickly now,” Then he closed the glass door, and showered off. As he shampood his long hair, I stood right by the door, staring down at his soapy ass, and rubbed my dick.
“You didn’t bring any other toys, did you?” he asked me once we were back in family room. “I’m kind of weird. I take a while to warm up to fingers in my ass, but strangely cock is no problem.”
“Sorry, I just brought the flogger.” Besides, toy sharing is not safe. “Have you tried a cucumber? Banana?”
His eyes lit up, and he rushed to the kitchen, coming back with a thick yellow banana. We quickly covered it with a condom. He got on the couch and I squirted some lube on his crack, and he began to push it in. I put my hand on his and helped him.
His face twisted in determination, and then he pulled it out. The end of the banana was sagging inside the condom. “It squished,” he said.
“Yeah… Unfortunately if a banana squished there’s no way I’d get in there. The two times I’ve tried before, I’m always too soft.” I took a breath and looked around. “Maybe try a carrot?”
“We have literally no carrots in the house.”
“Marker? Hair brush?”
His eyes widened. “Oh my god yes!” He leaped up the flight of stairs and rummage through a drawer. I saw him grab something and he carried it back down, holding it up high.
“Got anymore of that lube? I mean, I think I might have some somewhere…”
“No problem,” I said, and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. With one hand, he massaged it over his whole, and lay back on the couch, legs in the air. The other hand was on his phone, finding stuff on Pornhub. I looked down at my own phone, but I didn’t need it. I just stared at the teen on the couch beside me.
He gradually slid his mom’s hairbrush inside himself, and moaned. “I think I found a new favorite thing. I gotta hide this when we are done.”
I just stared at him, transfixed. I couldn’t get my eyes off his hole as it seemed to grip the brush handle on its own and draw it into himself, eliciting a wave of pure pleasure throughout his body with every millimeter he managed to push.
I was slowly pulling on my cock beside him. I was getting very hard and moreover I seemed to be staying that way. I slid off the couch and got a new condom and the lube, and ripped it open.
“You gonna try?” he beamed at me.
I didn’t say anything. Usually by the time the condom gets on I’m squishy again. I squeezed a dollop of lube out and rubbed it over my condom covered cock, which was still hard as ever.
He pulled out the comb and maneuvered himself around, putting his butt over the edge of the couch. He wrapped his hands around hie feet and and pulled them back, and his hole gaped before me. I reached down and positioned my cock head in front of it, and PUSHED.
“Uh uh no you gotta go slow!” he shouted.
“Right, sorry.” I stayed where I was, and started to fuck his hole, just the tip. Gradually I could feel the condom sliding against his skin, letter more of me inside.
“That’s good,” he told me. “Yeah you can go in further now… I can feel it open up.”
And then, all at once, I slid past… something… and I was fucking him. He moaned with each thrust, and I could feel his pleasure as well as my own as I went faster and faster.
“This is great,” he said between breaths. “You’re just the right size and everything!” And then his eyes rolled back into his head as he seemed lost in the moment, still moaning. After a while, a bead of sweat dripped from my forehead onto his taut belly.
“Don’t tire yourself out,” he told me. “I am more than happy with this so far. You are really good at this.”
I decided that I really like this guy. I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going. I felt so happy. I topped. I have topped. Am I a top? I just love to give pleasure. And it was plain that the kid was high on pleasure right now, because of my fucking cock inside of him.
Eventually, I did stop, pulled out and lay down to rest on the couch beside him.
He was still gushing about how good I was. “You were so good! I mean it! Some guys are so big and they don’t know how hard to push. I’m so glad you came. I was literally trying to get someone to fuck me all of yesterday.”
When I got to my car I just sat there, smiling. I topped! And then he messaged:
“I know you’re kind of new. If you’re into it maybe I can top you sometime and try and point out the things people taught me that helps.”
“Sure, I’d like that,” I wrote back before I could stop myself.
Usually I can just walk in. As I approach the door, the peep hole darkens and it opens. Mark peeks out from behind it.
He often invites me over when he has a new toy. A couple of months ago, it was a new anal plug he was trying after work. It was much better with my mouth involved. The time before that, the toy was a horny friend.
“Hi,” he says breathily.
“How’s it going?” I ask as I walk in past him and kick off my shoes.
“I’m hard.” He says, looking into my eyes with excitement and lust.
“I see that.” I unabashedly grope his hardness through his track pants. I take a step toward the bedroom but he doesn’t follow. Instead he blocks me in front of his kitchen island and pulls out his cock.
“I got a new toy.” A thick black thing wraps around his cock, clamping his privates in place. It was clear we wouldn’t make it to the bed. He towers over me and waits until I fall to my knees before him. I brush a pile of shoes aside with my legs.
No matter how many times I come here I’m floored by his size. The man has a horse cock. And today it is being squeezed even larger by his deluxe cock ring. Only the tip peeks out from his foreskin. It glistens and is already coated with slick white syrup. I open my mouth and give it a big lick, tasting his sweet goodness.
“I’ve been touching it four a while already, so there’s some pre-cum for ya. Plus I have a full bladder. For after.”
“Thank you,” I tell him. It has been ages since I got to try my piss fetish, and I’m excited by the double treat. I suck on him, coaxing out all of the precum. But before I can get much into it, he turns and finally proceeds to the bedroom.I follow, and he waits as I strip to my PUMP briefs, then taps the dark grey sheet on his bed.
“We’ll start with you kneeling on the bed here,” he instructs.
I climb onto the bed with my belly against his cotton sheets. I pull myself to the edge of the bed, and clutching the edge like the Sphinx.
“Yeah perfect,” he says and shoves his dick into my mouth. He moans with pleasure. He wraps both hands around the back of my head for leverage and starts to fuck, driving himself in further. Despite his size, I have no problems from this angle.
“Let’s get you on your back now.” he says. “Just turn around.”
After I spin, he steps forward over my face and I gaze up into his ass. “Lick those balls. Gently now. There’s pretty sensitive.” His massive ball sack hangs above me. They are hard. The skin is made taut by the ring clamped around them. I stick out my tongue and gently flick them. He moans and reaches down to stroke his mighty cock.
Not long after he reaches down and sticks his dick in my mouth again. He moans with pleasure as I massage it with my tongue and gently suck.
“Get onto the bed,” he says orders. He presses me forward and brings his knees up onto the bed on either side of me, and this way he can press in farther. “Oh, you suck so well!”
He soon collapses forward and starts to fuck my mouth. His moans echo off the polished hardwood floors and ring against the granite kitchen island. He moans with a desperate need from deep within. After all, he has been squeezed in that toy for over 40 minutes now. “Oh my god I swear your mouth is almost as good as ass!” he blurts.
Almost?!
“Your gonna get my load pretty soon.. oooh yes…aaaaaahhhh…. Ahhhhhhh”
I brace myself and then he roars and I taste sperm coursing out. Strangely he doesn’t stop and starts thrusting even harder. His giant horse cock spews like an out of control hose, unleashing his seed everywhere inside my mouth, and as he fucks he forces it down my throat. I’m choking and also at the same time feeling his pleasure as he grunts with the awesome relief of draining his over full plump balls. After a long time he stops humping and collapses there with his head on my thigh and his dick still draining in my mouth. I lay there and massage it with my tongue.
At long last here gets up and sits up in front of me. “Actually you can keep sucking,” he says. “Let’s see how long I’ll start hard with the ring.”
I get on my belly again and gently suck him. But his ring is very effective. He seems to get even harder, no matter how gentle I go. He lays back and checks his phone while I continue. I’m just happy to be able to suck longer.
All told, it takes another ten minutes until he starts to get soft. Finally, we go to the bathroom and he motions to the sea green carpet beside his toilet. “You’ll be comfortable there.”
I kneel on the toilet mat and crouch down beside his toilet bowl, taking its place. Today, I take care of his every need.
He holds his dick and I gently place my mouth around its girth. Nothing happens. He holds his breath and his abs become firm with the effort. Finally I taste a few drops of acrid nutty liquid. Unable to swallow, I allow it to be there, bathing his cock.
“There’s some for you, do you like it? Here I got some more…”
Once again he holds his breath. This time I feel it tickle my tongue as the stream is more forceful. My mouth fills. When he breathes again there is a pause in the stream and I pull off to the tip and swallow.
“Watch it, be careful!” he gasps, quickly pushing in again. “The tip is sensitive.”
“Aahm saaawrry” I say, around his cock.
“I think you got it all,” he tells me, as he wipes himself off.
I get up and notice the cock ring on the sink. I pick it up and examine it. It’s more like a square shaped harness, made of silicon thicker than my thumb. It says Screaming O on one side. “What a neat toy,” I tell him.
It’s not even 8am, and I’m standing in a hallway at the door of an apartment in Toronto. I fumble for my phone and double check the message.
“Door’s unlocked, u can come in and lock the door and come to my room and suck me.”
Heart pounding, I open the door. The bright sunny apartment is welcoming, but I feel like a prowler as I turn around and try to figure out the door lock. It won’t turn. I glance over my shoulder, half expecting a woman to walk out of the bedroom and start screaming. Finally I get the door closed by pulling it slightly while turning the deadbolt.
I round the kitchen island and can see into the bedroom. A pair of tan brown legs is sprawled out on the floor mattress. I get closer and see his cock and massive round balls. The thin 24yo asian guy smiles at me. “Hi,” he says.
Relieved, I take off my shirt and shorts and drop them by the bedroom door. I turn to look at him. Two years ago, back in Montreal, we’d chatted on Jack’d and he invited me over from my hotel. He liked my style, and I visited him each morning I was there there. Now I’m on a business trip again and we would pick up from where we’d left off. He is tall and slender, and just as I’d written, his balls are like a massive tennis ball. I collapsed forward onto the mattress and give them a sniff. I don’t think he’s showered yet. Wonderful! I give them a long lick, eager to taste his musk.
“Oh yeaaaahhhhh,” he says and shifts his legs to give me access to his scrotum. I lick it, and dig my tongue between the skin of his thighs.
“Better get that precum,” he says. I reach out and shift his cock, and see a slick drop oozing out of the slit. I suck on it like a lollipop, tasting the sweet salty flavour of his juices.
Suddenly his pulls his crotch away, getting up onto his knees. “Lay down,” he tells me. Having reviewed my story on the way here I’m excited to lay down because I know what he likes. I put my head into the dent of the pillows where his was just a second ago and wait.
He puts a knee over my chest and sidles up to my head. He grasps his dick and slaps my cheek a few times with it, smiling at the power he has over me. Finally he straddles my whole face and dips his massive ball sack into my mouth.
I lick it and my eyes drink in the curves of the most intimate parts of his body. He is small and lean, yet his butt has cute curves. I suck it and try unsuccessfully to get even one ball through my lips. They are too big. Instead, I lightly tease them and very slightly nibble the silky smooth skin with my teeth.
With a slight shift of his hips, he jabs his dick against my lips. “Suck that cock.” I open up and he stares into my eyes, gleefully watching his dick plunge into my mouth. He reaches behind himself and into my own underwear, pulls out my own massive hardon and strokes it with one hand.
“You like that?” he asks. “You want more?” He pulls out and then swings himself around, planting his butt in my face as he spreads his cheeks. I obediently stick out my tongue, and plunge it into his tight asshole. He gives a cute squeak of pleasure every time I do.
He shifts his body again, leans forward, and with one hand pushes his cock out and over my waiting lips. When we have contact, he lowers himself into my mouth again, and I feel my nose being smothered by his balls. At the same time I feel his soft warm lips around my own cock head. He gently sucks the tip, gingerly tasting it. I show him my pleasure my massaging his cock in my mouth with my tongue. He gasps with pleasure and my dick falls to my abdomen as he begins to fuck my face.
After a few moments, makes me get up and again takes my place on the bed, lying face up. I quickly get between his legs and start to suck on his cock, plunging it all the way in and out. I can tell he’s close now.
“You want to swallow?” he asks.
“Mmmm hmmmm,” I moan, not wanting to release it for a second.
“Oh yeaahhh, oh fuck, suck that cock,” he breaths, and then digs his elbows into the mattress, lifting his butt off the blanket, shoving himself further through my lips. I keep moving my tongue in circling motions, so even if he doesn’t move he can’t help but get stimulated. But then he starts to thrust his hips and I can taste more precum as it leaks from his dick.
I feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. His body leans to the side as In the throws of by pleasure he’s able to balance on one arm as he frantically humps up into my face.
“Fuck man, suck that cum out,” he orders, as a second later his dick pulses in my mouth and expels the first blob of his seed. Quickly I plunge down on his member so he can feel the pleasure of shooting his load as deeply as possible. Only in the heat of the moment I had forgotten the secret of his massive balls. He quickly fills my throat and, unable to swallow with my mouth full of cock, I feel myself start to choke on his cumload. I sputter and mange to keep it down. Finally, his butt collapses back onto the bed and my head follows. I massage out the last drops with my lips as he lays there panting.
As I get dresssed, I tell him, “I’m real glad we could get together.”
“You know, I was just at your hotel visiting my friend when you snapchatted me,” he says.
“What what an amazing coincidence that you’re living in Toronto now.”
“Yeah,” he says. “I might move back to Montreal soon.”
