I meet him by the fountain. The 18 year old is out-of-Africa black. I promised him we’d make out and a blowjob. Right away we both head toward the direction of my favourite campus bathroom.
“You’ve been here before, eh?” I ask.
“Yeah. Do you work here?” His deep voice drips with an African accent that I’d only heard in movies.
“I work close by,” I tell him. I follow him down the stairs and we both slip into the bathroom. He locks the door behind us and turns to me. As he comes up to me, I can tell that he’s a good three inches taller than me.
He takes the lead, bends down and presses his lips to mine. They are plump and soft, and he kisses with a soft gentleness at first, barely opening his mouth. I feel his hand reaching behind my back under my shirt, caressing me. I do the same, reaching under his sweater, running my hands along his back. His hands venture lower, slip into my pants. I’m overjoyed to do the same, feeling all the hills and valley of his tight butt, and slowly venturing under, where I feel his wiry pubes. As we kiss, I slowly lower his jeans until they are only half covering his butt cheeks. With great interest, I caress the front of his pelvis, and slide my hand down his penis, finally wrapping my fingers around it. They do not close – I realize with excitement it is about the same thickness as my arm.
He stops kissing me. “Take off yo shirt,” he commands. I raise my arms as he carefully lifts my T-Shirt and tosses it into the corner. Then, without hesitation, he reaches down and undoes my belt. My jeans slip down and he grabs my cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. “Oh yeah,” I moan, letting out a sigh as I lean my head back and shut my eyes. That’s when he leans down and plants his lips on mine again. He thrusts himself forward and my back hits the cold tiles on the wall, knocking the wind out of me.
He is breathing hard now through his nose, and our lips are locked together. His tongue bursts through my lips, then withdraws, and thrusts forward again. I cannot move. His whole body is pressed against mine, and his large hands are gripping my ass. I feel his hard cock through his pants, and his finger slips into my ass, poking my tight hole, forcing its way inside.
My hand is also gripped around his cock. I pull up and with great difficulty it pops out of his pants. It rests on my abdomen for all of two seconds before he starts to thrust into me. The thing is like a third arm between us, rolling against my rib cage, almost reaching my nipple. But there is little I can do but succumb as he invades my mouth with his tongue.
He stops to catch his breath, gently kissing my neck, and I can finally open my eyes and drink in the perfect body of the black teenager who’s groping me. I run my hand up his penis. “Can I put it in my mouth?”
He smiles and nods, finally releasing me. I drop down to my knees before him. Even though it’s hard, his cock still hangs down under its weight. The end is cut and shaped like a missile, cleaved in half by his giant piss slit. I open my lips and press forward, and I feel it bump against my throat. I’m looking straight down a tree trunk, at his tiny black curls, and realizing that I’ve only just got the head in. It fills my mouth completely although I have opened as wide as I can. I’ve only once before been granted the privilege of sucking such a massive member, though it required him to do most of the thrusting. I tentatively try moving it in and out, feeling like a python trying to swallow a jeep.
“Just a minute,” he says, and moves away. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he turns to me and I almost have to duck.
“What time did you say you have to go?”
“11:40,” I answered, not sure what time it was. “But I’m OK to stay a little.”
He kneels down and pulls his phone out of his jeans on the floor, then barely glances at it. “Actually, I have to go,” he announces.
“Oh, sure.” I’m disappointed. I can’t help but stare in amazement as gets dressed and casually tucks his manhood down the inside of his left pant leg with practiced ease.
In the past four months, I’ve never needed to buzz into his building. The apartment tower is in the student ghetto, and there’s always a group of students coming in or out speaking Cantonese or Mandarin. Only wealthy kids from overseas live here, because it’s a huge ripoff. Each unit has five locking rooms and a shared kitchen, but the rent on each room is the same as a full apartment elsewhere.
Once I’m in the elevator, I take a deep breath and sigh. It’s tough to say goodbye.
I first met him in January. It was after midnight, and I was leaving a party. On the way home, I parked in a Sobey’s parking lot. While my windows frosted in the cold winter air, I messaged his blank profile. He sent a cock pic, full of thick black hair. But it was late. I gave up and moved on, but after a few minutes he realized he was more horny than tired and invited me over.
The young Asian student who answered the door was tall and thin. With his fingers to his lips, he motioned for me to be silent and pointed the way down the dark hall to the fifth room. We tip toed down the hallway, and silently ushered me into his tiny bathroom. There, I crouched down, squatting on the tiles. As my boots melted into a muddy puddle, I sucked him off for the first time.
He must have liked it because I was in his building again only two days later. This time, instead of letting me inside, he took my hand and led me to the concrete stairwell across the hall. The heavy metal door slammed shut and echoed on the concrete walls as he embraced me and leaned in for a kiss.
Did I mention he was tall? I craned my neck to reach him. When our lips met, he wriggled his tongue delicately through mine. I welcomed it and immediately I felt my pants bulge. I stood on my toe tips, face turned upwards. Our hands raced over each other’s bodies and soon we were pressed up against each other, kissing and grinding.
When a loud bang echoed through the stairwell, our time ended. Once again, I ended up hidden in his bathroom floor, with my coat and boots in a heap beside me. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demanded.
“Master, please. I want it so bad.” I begged.
“Master? Yeah, call me master. I like it. Open your mouth.” With that, he fed me his load again.
I became his slave that day.
My master was a gentle one. When we chatted on Grindr, he often asked me what I wanted to do. “I am here for your pleasure, master. All I ask is to taste your sweet load again.”
“Good. Can you come this morning?”
Every time I walked into his bedroom, I looked longingly at the bed. “Master,” I inquired. “Why can’t we use the bed?”
He was already holding the bathroom door open for me, waiting expectantly. “My roommate might come back.” There was only one double bed in his room.
As slave, our relationship was changed. With my coaxing, he realized he could do more depraved things to me. “Lay down on the floor,” he ordered, and I excitedly rested my head and back on the cold and dusty tiles. I watched has he pulled off his pants and and squatted over my face. “Eat my ass hole, slave” he said, as I sucked on his puckered hole and pulled him lower onto my face. Master enjoyed my tongue dancing over his slightly hairy hole. I tried to stroke his dick too, but he preferred it left alone, at least while I was licking his ass.
After each encounter, I would leave with my mouth full of his load. It was delicate and sweet, and I began to crave it.
Now it is April’s end. I wore pants today but shorts would have been a better choice, As the elevator doors open, I walk out into the hallway for the last time. Tomorrow, my young Master will return to the farthest point on other side of the world. With a heavy heart, I text him that I am here, and wait in the hallway. I don’t even know his name.
When he answers the door, he beams at me. “Hello,” he says brightly. I’ve never heard his voice above a whisper before.
He’s completely relaxed. He closes the door and locks it as I tip toe my way down the hall. I go into his darkened bathroom, as I have done many times before.
“Come on out, slave.” He walks past it and announces. “Today there’s nobody else here. We can use the bed.”
“Master, thank you. that’s great!” I exclaim. With trepidation, I enter forbidden area of his small room, and meet him between the bed and his desk. He embraces me, and I rise up on my toes again. Usually when we kiss, it is a merely a prelude. Now, we have endless time. He slowly pulls down my pants, and I make my way into his, stroking his cock. I enjoy feeling it slide effortlessly inside its beautiful blanket of foreskin. Before long, our pants are at our ankles, and we grind against each other. My own penis falls naturally beneath his balls, and he squeezes it between his legs.
“You like that?” He says, and moves his body, stroking my dick with his own crotch, as his own slides against my belly. “Mmmm hmmm” is the only thing I can utter before he forces his tongue into my mouth.
He pulls me down onto the bed, and way lay sideways, still kissing as well kick off our pants. I hear my phone clatter on the floor and break open, but I don’t even care. At least we won’t be disturbed.
He lays on his back and pulls me on top of him, gripping my shoulders. “Lick my asshole, slave” he orders, shoving me down.
I comply and slide off the bed, pulling his body closer to the edge. He lifts his knees into the air revealing his tight brown asshole. In the afternoon sunlight I can see it, covered in short black hairs and I give it a solid lick with my tongue, going right up until I am mouthing his balls. Then I begin to make out and suck on his puckered hole. He moans appreciatively.
Eventually I can’t help but make my way to to his dick again, and as I suck it he presses it up into my throat and moans in pleasure. He pulls me up to him, and we are kissing again. My cock is hard now and I slip into the slick crack of his asshole.
As we kiss, I realize that I am humping him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I badly want to fuck another man. My mind races. Shit, do I have condoms? Yes, in my bag, but how old are they? Oh no, when I get tested their going to have to ask me ask the questions they usually skip over. But do I want my first time to be today, right now? I am ready, Master. I am here for your pleasure.
My thoughts are interrupted and he makes the decision for me. “You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?”
“Yes, Master. I want it so bad, please feed me your sweet load.” I utter it automatically. As he pushes my face down crotch, I feel some sadness and relief. I will not top today.
I wrap my mouth around his member, and his hand moves madly, jerking himself and slamming against my lips.
“Put your mouth to it.” I press my face down, feeling it’s tip press against my throat and skip inside just as it pulses. I feel him cumming, gushing up thickly in my esophagus, and I have to pull off a little and swallow to keep from choking. It seems to be more than ever. I taste it’s sweetness and then slowly suck on his member, working out every last drop as he softens. He strokes my head and softly tells me, “I keep it four days for you.”
“Thank-you master. It was so good. I’m really going to miss you.”
After we get dressed he helps me find the pieces of my phone. The back cover just fell off, and when I turn it on again it still works.
“I hope you have a safe trip back,” I tell him.
“Yes, thank you.”
I move to leave, then turn to him. My throat is tight, hurting with the sadness of good-bye. Our eyes meet, and we embrace, and lock our lips in a kiss for the last time.
Then I turn and leave, without looking back, so he won’t see the tears.
I hover outside the door of the dilapidated student condo, just across the street from the University, waiting for him to come to the door. Instead, a message comes up.
“Enter the code 9134 and come downstairs”
I peer down at the keypad and punch them in. The door unlocks and I’m in. The staircase is unkempt and muddy from salt and snow. As I round the flight of stairs I see the door at the bottom open. I only see him when I get in front of it.
Ali is 18, as far as I care to know. In the photo he sent me, he was well groomed with a thin black goatee, staring up from the pillow at his camera with large alluring brown eyes. His brown skin was smooth, making me worry about his age. I’m relieved when I see him in person. The guy at the door is a little older. And a little rounder.
I smile. He’s still got the eyes, but the rest of him has succumbed to the frosh fifteen. He’s cute though, and I can’t imagine him needing to ever catfish by sending a fake photo.
He quietly leads me to his room, the first of several in the large basement apartment.
“My room’s a mess. Sorry.” he says.
“Ah, that’s ok.” The smell of rotting chicken is in the air, and several unwashed plates are on his dresser. Several day’s worth of underwear is on the floor.
“Mind if we turn off the light?” He switches off the light, plunging us into the dim glow from the streetlamps outside.
“I have to say, I’m surprised,” I tell him as I toss my coat on the floor. “When we talked a few months ago you were just looking for people to hang out and watch movies together.”
He laughs. “Before, I was looking for friends. And now I am like ‘just fuck it.‘”
He’s standing close to the bed, unsure of what to do.
I sidle up to him, and reach over with one hand and pull my shirt off, in one practised motion. He fumbles with his own, but it’s too late. I’m right in front of him. “Want to make out?” I ask.
As our lips touch, he kisses with the starved passion of a horny teenager. He engulfs my whole mouth and our faces twist against each-other as he nibbles my lips. Growing bolder, his tongue invades my own.
Our hands travel, caressing each other’s bodies. Mine roam downwards, and I cup his hardness which is pressing against his sweat pants. This is why I am here.
I pull away and looking into his eyes for approval, I slowly pull down his pants. He cooperates eagerly and in a moment we are both nude.
We resume kissing and my own cock pokes against his abdomen. In a moment I feel his dick make its way between my legs; it curves upwards and as I am standing I feel like I am riding on it. I can feel him begin to hump against my perineum. I open my eyes and he looks into them with uncertainty, even as he continues to thrusts against me. I allow this. With every motion, my own dick slides along his abdomen.
Finally I reach down between my legs, and grab his invading cock in my fist. As I stroke it I watch his eyes to roll back into his head in pleasure.
He’s gasping. I feel the slickness of his precum between my fingers.
“I really want to suck you,” he says.
I release him. “Go ahead.”
He kicks aside some textbooks on his bedroom floor, kneels down before me, and grasps my cock in his hands. He tries to get a good look, but there is not much to see in the darkness, aside from it’s length. It’s bigger than his, anyway. I flex it to make sure he knows that.
He takes a deep breath, and I gasp as suddenly I am engulfed in the warm softness of the teen’s mouth. He begins to suck with such skill, I swear he’s been doing it for years.
“God that’s good,” I exclaim, and reach behind his head to caress his thick black hair. I pull his head toward me and thrust slightly, making him suck me the way I like.
Maybe I thrust too hard or something. Anyway, he grabs my dick with his other hand and starts to stroke me off, while sucking. I feel my balls getting ready to gush and realize I can’t take much more so I push him off. (I always like to stay horny.)
He stands up and this time I’m kneeling, back against the bed. His penis is already quivering and leaking, so I start off slowly, moving from the bottom to the tip, then back to the bottom again. He wants it so bad, I feel his hands on me, too afraid to press me, but just trying to nudge me closer to his cock head.
I make him wait before finally taking him into my mouth, just a little at first, then more until it’s in my throat, where it belongs.
I swallow and move my tongue, caressing it’s entire area and he gasps.
Then, his hands are on my shoulders, steadying himself as he pulls out, and begins to thrusts in on his own. He seems to like the tip moving through my lips. I have fun caressing his butt in my palms.
Then he stops, lays on the bed, face up. I get between his legs, eager to resume, but his hand is there, stroking himself. I move near him to lick his balls and inhale the heady aroma of his scent.
“You want me to cum on your face?” he asks suddenly.
“No, I like to taste it.” I tell him.
That spurs him on, as his body arches into the air, his head pressed low into the pillow. His hand is a blur.
“Go now. Take it now–” he says, and I feel his other hand clumsily behind my ear, trying to direct me. I lunge at his cock, grabbing it between my lips. His hand moves lower down the shaft to make room, but still moving madly.
“Ahhh ahh—” he grunts, voice breaking into a falsetto. “I’m cummming!“
When I started my adventures I wanted desperately to feel a man cumming inside my mouth. I soon found that this was difficult. For one, cum is at body temperature, so it doesn’t really feel like anything. Often, it’s without taste as well. So I do appreciate the announcement. But this time, for once, I can feel it too. The teen’s cock spasms and his hips shoot up into the air and at the same moment I feel it hitting smack in the middle of my tongue, with all of the pressure of a dentist’s water pick. He keeps shooting, five shots in all, and I can actually feel its thickness against my tongue.
I gulp it down, and then keep sucking gently as his hand falls against his thigh and he lays there, chest heaving. I suck all I can, until he starts to giggle and wriggle away. Cut guys get sensitive.
As I get my clothes back on, he reluctantly gets up from his drowsy aftermath.
“Wait let me check for my roommates,” he warns me. He pokes his head out of his room, then gives me me the signal to go.
My new pen pal makes it clear that he doesn’t do hookups. He only goes on grindr when he’s mad at his boyfriend, and only for harmless chat.
“I just wanted to tell you that your blog always gives me a rush when a new post comes out.”
Ok, no hookups. I can respect that. But the 19yo keeps talking to me, and when he lets slip that his body is “highly sensitive and extremely reactive to touch”, I can’t resist torturing him.
“Imagine me slowly kissing your nipples, running my hands down your belly, slowly getting closer to your cock.”
“Fuck. You’re killing me here. I’m in a group and people are asking me if I’m alright.”
The following week I send him more of my writing, while he’s in class. Just for him.
“I slowly wrap my lips around your dick, lightly, not quite touching it. You just can’t wait until they close around it and engulf you in their wet softness…”
“FUCK”
“nOT NNOW”
I didn’t mean to do it, honestly. But I’m thrilled. We arrange to meet one evening on campus. I fret that he’ll be nervous and make plans to walk outside where we can talk.
Before I tell him, he writes “When I get there just lead me to the bathroom.”
It’s early evening and golden shafts of sunlight slice through the nature building, where a couple of custodians are doggedly dragging mops across the concrete floor. They glance at me suspiciously as I pace and examine ancient fur pelts.
Outside the large window, I see dozens of students heading in all directions. One slender Indian boy walks briskly toward the building, and since he can’t see me, I ogle him unabashedly. He wears a white Nike tank top, showing off his brown arms and a small wisp of hair under them. My penis shifts when he opens the door, comes inside, and strides over to me. I flash him the orange and blue app on my phone, and now confident in my identity, he smiles and sticks out his hand.
“Hi. I’m Ajay.”
“I’m Pete,” I say. In contrast, my voice is just above a whisper. “It’s nice to meet you,” I give his hand a good squeeze, but I’m still distracted by the custodians. I literally found this place by googling for “good cruising spots”. They must know something is up. One of them is leaning on her mop handle tapping on her phone.
“Let’s head downstairs,” I tell him, and lead him past collections of animal furs to the concrete staircase.
The lower level is deserted, so I push open the bathroom door and we duck inside. I lock it, then, not trusting myself, double check. Yes, it is most definitely locked this time.
In the harsh fluorescent light I can see his face is smooth and his lips are soft and inviting. His eyes are hungry. He’s been thinking about this moment for weeks. He reaches out, and presses his body into mine, and I instinctively I back up against the wall. I close my eyes and feel our lips touch. My nose hits his glasses so I tilt my head. I embrace him, and his thin shirt easily flattens against his skin. I run my hands up along the svelte curve of his lower back. His hand sneaks under my shirt, searching over my pecs, until finally pouncing on my nipple.
God, I could kiss him forever. He tastes refreshing, like a cool mineral water after a drought. In my life, I have locked lips with four guys, but the feeling of Ajay’s lips makes me high. I pull him into me. I feel his hardness prod me through our clothes, and I want him.
I slide my hands into his pants, and move them over his ass. He’s so slender I can cup both cheeks in one hand. I squeeze them, massage them. I claim his body with my hands and lips.
We finally drift apart as he pulls my shirt up to my neck. I allow him to slip it over my head. When both of our shirts are a heap on the tiled floor, I reach down into his pants and take hold of his cock. It feels like a hot steel rod, pulsing with energy.
I’m about to kneel down, but he meets my eyes again and I get weak kneed. Instead, reach behind his head with my free hand and pull him to me. We make out, this time with the renewed fervor of having my hand around his dick.
After I don’t know how long, we have had our fill. I pull away from his lips and fall to the ground. I wrench his jeans down past his knees.
I’m amazed at his size. I’ve sucked brown guys before, and they have always been well endowed. Ajay stands above me, hands on his hips, and grins while I examine nearly seven inches of brown veined cock. The tip is still covered in its blanket of skin. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my hand around it, and I’m reminded of how sensitive he is. I’m going to have to take this slow.
I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from it, and instead I let out my tongue and slowly move towards his thigh, barely touching his dick with my temples. Deliberately, I make my way up his thighs, dragging my tongue across each salty leg hair. The slightest touch makes him shiver. I get closer, until I’m pushing his cock up with my nose while I lick under his smooth sack.
I stick out my tongue and look up at him, getting closer and closer to the tip. He’s trembling with anticipation. I’m afraid he’s going to cum without contact. I move with the speed and deliberation of a glacier. After ages have passed I finally touch my tongue to the tip. I lick it clean, tasting his sweet flavour.
I wrap my mouth around it, sliding my lips over the slippery pink orb hear him moan deeply. When I look up, he’s staring straight down at me, mouth hanging open, eyes urging me to go on. Slowly I let more of it slip into my mouth, until I press all the way in and it’s whole length slides down my throat. My nose hits bone.
He doubles over, hands pressed against the bathroom tiles, gasping for breath. I’m careful not to move the slightest. I slowly slide off like I’m defusing a bomb. He looks down at me over the curve of his abs, eyes wide.
When I sit back on my heels, we both watch as a single, dewdrop of precum oozes out. I place my tongue under the drop and draw out a silver strand. He watches as I wrap my lips around his pink, glistening cock head and, for the first time, start to suck.
Unable to withstand more torture, he places his hands on my temples to steady me and begins to fuck my mouth. But he stops soon after, aware of his limits, and stands there gasping.
I focus on his balls while he calms down. When the time comes, I take him into my throat one again, and he doubles over. I simply let him be there. I don’t have to do anything at all to keep him on edge. He gently kisses the hair on the back of my head.
Saliva is building up in my mouth now so I reflexively swallow.
Abruptly his hands dig into my back. “Aaa- aaa-” he moans. I feel his cock throb and deposit a thick wad of semen deep in my throat. After such a long build up, more gushes out of him and I feel like I’m drowning. I pull back, feeling each pulse add to the ocean of cum that fills my mouth.
I look up, eyes watering and see that he’s been staring down, amazed, in ecstatic orgasmic excitement. I open my mouth to show him what he did. After I gulp some of it down, he grabs me under my arms and tugs me up to his face. He presses his hands against my ears and pulls me to his lips. We kiss with a new fresh intensity, sharing the flavour of his release.
THUNK. The door bangs when someone tries to open it. We both freeze. My skin crawls.
“They want to clean it.” I tell him. “I suppose we’ll have to stay a few more minutes until they go away.”
His lips part, belying the panic I feel, and we go at it again. We make out until the cum is a memory.
“We need a plan to escape.” I say as I stop to breathe.
He smiles slyly. “The plan is,” he says, as if this happened all the time, “we’ll just walk out confidently.”
“Yeah, could work. But in opposite directions.”
We move to leave, but we don’t. Instead, we continue to explore each other’s lips.
“OK,” I say, taking a deep breath, and two steps back. “You go left and I’ll go right. They can’t get both of us.”
“Let’s go.”
When we’re dressed, we fling open the door. The custodian is there, leaning on his cart reading his phone. He looks right at us in surprise.
I spin on my heels and speed walk down the hall. My footsteps echo through the building as I ascend the stairs, shove open the emergency exit. When I step into the light of the setting sun, I know I’m safe.
Long ago I stopped getting nervous during hookups. Now the butterflies are back. I keep reliving our kiss as I joyfully begin walking through campus back to my car. It has been years since I felt so alive. Distracted, I think of him all the way to the parking lot before I realize I didn’t bring my car.
What the hell just happened? No guy has ever had that effect on me.
For the first time, it dawns on me that what I’m doing might be dangerous.
It’s 6 in the morning and I’m working out downstairs. I don’t know why I bother with Grindr at this hour. It gives me something to do between sets, I guess. Usually, only that 47yo farmer tries to chat with me. Today is different.
I get a message from an fit indian guy, a runner. “Looking?” he asks.
“I’m looking for something to suck on,” I tell him.
“I’m looking to be sucked,” he says.
Hot and compatible interests. That’s all you need on Grindr. We arrange to meet later that afternoon.
Strangely, he goes silent the rest of the day. I drive up to his apartment, and it turns out he’s the fucking superintendent.
I’m convinced it’s a prank. I buzz in, and he takes a minute to answer. I tell the voice I’m here for an appointment. “About the app.”
“OK come up,” he says.
When he answers the door, my fears are allayed. He’s in his boxer shorts. He has a runner’s body, with a perfectly flat tummy. His chest is covered in black hair, the same colour as his short beard. His large dog excitedly jumps up at me.
“Sorry I fell asleep until now.” He leads me to his room, banishes the dog, and goes to wash up. I look around his room. It’s messy, but the bed is made. I put my hand down my pants, determined to be hard before we start, for once.
He comes in and sheds his underwear, his uncut cock hangs down, flaccid as well. We haven’t really chatted about what we want to do. He lays on the bed and flicks it up at me, smiles.
I get between his legs and suck on it until it grows hard. He relaxes, lets me work on him.
“Is your ass clean?” He asks.
I change direction and sit on his chest. From this angle, I slowly eat his cock and prepare to gag.
But it doesn’t happen.
Instead, I feel it slide into my throat, and keep going, until my chin hits bone. I smell his sweet musk under his balls.
I feel a slick finger pushing into my anus. It feels foreign, and my ass muscles clench shut. I gasp and lay my cheek against his thigh as he forces in another finger, pries me open. I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels good, but I don’t know what will happen, and fearing the ultimate embarrassment, I pull away.
I’m laying on my belly and he gets up now. I feel the warmth of his body as he lays on top of me. His cock presses against my crack, and he starts to hump.
I can feel his hot breath on my ear. “Do you want me in you?”
“Not today,” I tell him. “It would be the first time.”
He slows up, but keeps on humping, his penis slipping further in, dangerously close to my anus. He wouldn’t, would he?
I need to think of something else in a hurry. I turn to my side and bring my mouth closer to his.
It works. We kiss.
But it is more than a kiss. We’re making out. I think back to the last time I made out with the 20yo Adam. I didn’t like it. But something is different this time.
He presses his tongue into my mouth, and I realize what is different. Minty fresh. I can see the box of Excel gum on his desk. Seriously? Is that all it takes to seduce me into kissing a man?
His beard is soft against my skin, and I push back with my tongue until I’m leading. We are sideways now, hands frantically exploring each other’s bodies.
When I’ve had enough, I push him over, and sit on his chest. He’d been nibbling at it earlier, so I know this will work. Sure enough, he opens his mouth. I put my palms on his bed and slide in.
Then I feel his finger again, pressing into my anus.
“Oh my god, that feels good,” I utter, as I fuck his mouth. I have never felt this much pleasure before, from the front and back at the same time.
Too much. It only takes few seconds. “I’m gonna…” I have no choice, there’s no time to warn him, and we didn’t discuss it in advance. I pull out quickly, arching my back over him, trying to keep it in.
Instead, we watch as my penis erupts, white cum welling up and spilling over the edge like an old drinking fountain. It soaks into his chest hairs. It’s going to be messy, so I pull back and spill my load all over his penis instead.
He stares at me. What is he thinking?
“Sorry,” I tell him, grinning sheepishly. “Let me clean that up for you.”
I put my mouth around him and taste my own cum, sweet and bleachy. Messily I bob and lick and blow him.
“Oh man that’s so hot,” he tells me, staring with his large brown eyes.
He scoops up some cum from his abs with his finger. “Clean that up,” he says, and presses it to my lips. I suck it clean, then I lick as much I can from his taut tummy before moving back to his penis.
“Yeah suck my cock,” he tells me. He puts one hand on my head and starts to hump from below, eyes shut in quiet concentration.
In a moment I taste his cum. It gushes thickly onto my tongue. He watches with interest so I stare into his brown eyes and let some dribble out of my mouth. It runs down his penis and settles on his pubes. I lick his cock until it’s as clean as before I started. And a whole lot softer.
When we pull on our clothes, he asks me if I’m going downtown. “Can you give me a lift?”
“Sure,” I tell him. Who needs Uber, when you’ve got Grindr?
We talk on the way. He’s bi too, and we share stories. I tell him how I was first seduced. It happened three months ago, with a 19yo in his dad’s SUV.
Then he tells me his story. His girlfriend broke up with him when she learned he was bi, even though he had never done anything. She couldn’t handle it.
Once, at a party with his friends, he won at a game of ball-toss, and his friend offered him a handjob as reward. He dismissed it, and didn’t think anything of it, until one day he found this same friend sprawled out on his bed. That’s how it happened.
He’s fun to talk to, and we seem to click.
“Some day when I am married, you and I are going to be good friends,” he laughs, as he leaves my car.
