receiving – Grindr Fantasies

Party

The 22 year old guy walks into my hotel room and puts his backpack down. He looks around and paces the room. His movements are fluid and graceful.

“I’m Jason.” He spots my cup from 7-Eleven. “Mind if I have some of that slushie?”

“Well, I already drank half of it. But sure I guess.”

“You sure that wouldn’t be weird?” he asks, delicately grabbing the giant cup and taking a big slurp. “Thanks.”

I’m still trying to place him. He said he met me once when I was in Toronto, but I search my notes, and I can’t find anyone matching his age and description, a young tan-skinned man of 22. He’s tall and thin, and he seems distracted by something. I take my shirt off and get on the bed, check my phone.

“I forgot what you like,” he says, gazing at my chest, while slurping the last of my slushie.

“Anything oral,” I remind him.

“Kay.” he stands in front the bed, thinking a moment. His mind is somewhere else, but he strips to his boxers anyway. I drink in the curves of body, his trim abdomen, and the delicious curve of his ass through his rouge briefs. He climbs the foot of the bed, approaching me and grabs the edge of my jeans. I unbutton them for him and he slowly pulls them down, and grabs my bulge through my underwear.

“Can I see yours?” I ask.

“Oh sure, but I’m shy about it. It’s really small.” Kneeling on the bed, he casually pulls his briefs down over one leg and then the other and flicks them off the bed. He’s right. He has a very tiny cock, but I would still love to swirl my tongue around it in my mouth.

Instead, he yanks my underwear down over my butt. My 7” uncut cock pops out, already hard from the show he’s giving me. He slowly lowers his face to it and I feel the warmth of his mouth engulf it.

“Yeaaahhh….” I moan, and let my legs spread open. I wriggle my butt into the hotel’s king size comforter, and enjoy the feelings of his mouth on my member. His movements are robotic, but well practiced and my dick is rock hard.

“Would you like me to suck you too?” I ask him.

His head pops up, and he licks his lips. “Can you hear that?” he asks.

“What?”

“The music. I think there’s a party next door.” He sits back on the bed, pensive. “You ever crashed a party?”

What? “Not really…”

“Would you wanna?” he asks, with a sparkle in his eye. “What do you think would happen if we went over there?”

Oh god, I’ve never been at a hotel party since high school. And there, I knew everybody. “Well they might tell us to get lost.”

“I don’t think they will.”

“What kind of party do you think it is?

“I don’t know. They could have prostitutes. If I went over would you come with me?”

“I dunno, maybe?”

But he’s already got his pants on again and wriggling his lithe torso into his shirt. What the hell, why not. I quickly get dressed and we head out the door.

But I have to dash back in for my keycard before the door closes. When I get to the room, the door is closing but he’s already inside. I reach out a hand and stop it. I can see an old man, with wild gray hair. He’s like Doc Brown, clad only in a leather strap. He kneels on the bed, showing off a of perfect breasts. His head is gesticulating wildly back and forth. I think he — I mean she is messed up in some way.

Oh my fucking god.

A muscle-bound middle eastern man, stripped to his boxers is now holding the door open for me.

I feel awkward. “Uh yeah, we’re just from next door.”

“Yeah, are we being too loud?”

“No no no no… my friend just suggested that we — uh — we come join the party.”

“Well it’s her room.” He points his finger back at the wild haired — woman.

She lays back on the bed, digs her garish orange high heels into the sheets and thrusts her soft penis into the air.

The door greeter has abandoned me now, so I slowly walk in.

Oh my fucking god.

I see two penis enlargement pumps laying on their side in beside the TV, and an assortment of dildos on display in front of it. On the TV, leather clad muscle bodies are fucking and moaning, but you can barely hear them over the music. I navigate my way past this chaos, to join Jason at the back near the window, away from the unusual woman on the bed.

A second middle eastern man is sitting on the couch near the window, staring up at the ceiling. A bright beam of light shines from the table beside him. At first I think its some kind of toy, then realize its a portable projector. A scene of two guys fucking is stretched into strange twilight-zone trapezoid on the ceiling. I run my fingers over the beam of light, in the air.

The masturbating man takes his hand from his dick and sticks it out at me. “Hi, I’m Roy.”

“I’m Pete.” I smile at him, but my eyes are panicked still trying to take in everything.

The tranny is saying something to us, but her speech is garbled, all the words drawl together. Her voice is low and guttural.

Jason is heading toward the bed talking with the tranny, and he’s already got his shirt off.

The man from the door squeezes behind me. “I’m gonna take a joint,” he announces.

“As long as your paying for it,” the tranny shouts across the room, the first clear phrase I’ve heard from her.

“Yeah yeah,” the doorman says and flings open the curtains. and the cold winter air floods in, a welcome relief from the hot room. Roy gets up and follows his friend outside and I’m left alone at the far end of the room. I retreat closer to the hotel room door.

“..and then I came down with fucking parkinsons,” I hear the tranny talking to Jason. “And I thought fuck it all so I got it done.”

I’m looking at the nightstand beside the bed and I see a tiny bag of something chunky, like white cheese powder. Crack? She sees me looking, and misinterprets my gaze. She reaches over and grabs a tall cylindrical tube. FUCK WATER, says the label. “You ever try this stuff?” she drawls.

“No no, I haven’t, I’ve seen in in porn though,” I tell her.

Her hand shakes in the air and as tries to squeeze some out but realizes it’s still got the seal, and she talks incoherently, struggling to open it and peel off the seal. “Here,” she says, when she has the lid back on again.

“Uh thanks,” I say, and stick out my hand. Her hand sways back and forth but she manages to squirt some out for me. I stand there awkwardly and look at the liquid in my palm. It looks like cum. Am I supposed to fuck her now?

Jason sees my discomfort and pipes up. “Why don’t you go back to your room and try it out?”

“Yes, yes, I think I will!” I shout. Thank-you Jason. About 5 seconds later I am back in my room. I shut the door behind me and lean back against it in relief, glad to be out of whatever I had gotten myself into.

Oh my fucking god.

I wash off the lube in the sink and collapse into my chair. I’m safe here. I had no idea what was going on in the room next door. What kind of hotel is this? The Chelsea is respectable, huge, and has a daycare, and toddler swim park, gym, and… sex parties?

Well, it’s got me. And then I laugh. There’s nobody to hear me. I let out all the fear and insecurities and laugh. This is why I hookup. Thrills, and adventures! My phone says it’s already 2am, but I’m not able to sleep, so I lay in the bed with my laptop and write the first part of this story for the next 45 minutes.

My phone thumps with a Grindr message. “I wanna sleep besofe u,” it says. It’s Jason.

What the hell, why not.

“Sure, just knock,” I reply. Then I grab my wallet from my coat and put it on the upper shelf of the closet, and pack up my computer. It doesn’t fit under the bed, so I put it in my backpack beside the wall. I barely finish before he knocks on the door.

“Well, what happened?” I ask him.

“We talked,” he says, pacing my room uncertainly. “I gotta work at 6 though, can I stay at your place?” he asks. The subway has already stopped working, and in downtown Toronto, we are two hours away his place.

“Uh sure!” I tell him.

“I could tell you’re a really nice guy,” he says, and he begins to relax a bit. “You wanna try anything else?”

“I’m alright. And you half to get up in a few hours anyway.” Instead, we talk for a while, about life in the big city. It turns out he’s actually 28, not 22, but he easily passes for it. Soon, he takes a shower, and when he comes out of the bathroom in his briefs, he carefully checks his backpack for the next day. He lays down beside me, facing the door.

After we turn off the lights I gaze at his smooth back and delicious round cheeks in his underwear, and I can’t resist running my hand down his side, and cupping his ass. Just looking at him gives me a huge hardon.

He turns around again, smiles, sleepily, and slips his hand down my underwear, cupping my cock. “I guess you do want to try something.”

Once again, his mouth closes around my cock and I can feel the cool burning of his mouthwash as he works between my legs. I let my legs fall open and rest my hand on his head, stroking his thick black hair.

Watching him bob up and down on my cock, soon I arch my back and press my head into the pillow, in utter ecstasy, and he eagerly takes my huge load. Then, grinning, with his hand over his mouth, he runs to he sink, spits, and washes up again.

We both lay in bed now, but I do not sleep. When 5:30am hits, I watch him quietly get dressed, grab his backpack and sneak out into the streets of Toronto.

Drained

The plan was this: I would walk into his apartment, down the hall, where he would be waiting on his knees, and then I would use his mouth for my pleasure. My balls are aching for release, and the 45 year old submissive had promised to serve and swallow.

For once, I will be in charge.

It’s a great sounding plan, but reality gets in the way. First, he has his phone on mute so he doesn’t hear me buzz into the lobby. When I finally get through behind somebody, I’m obsessed with triple-checking his address. I just don’t want to barge into the wrong apartment. As I stand outside the door scrolling through his messages, he gets impatient and opens the door.

It’s time to be alpha. Stand up straight, shoulders back, look him in the eyes.

He’s fit, wears a black T-shirt and jeans, and sports a crew cut of salt and pepper hair. He looks down at the floor, not speaking, and leads me down the hall to his darkened room.

“Whoah, nice setup,” I exclaim. The tiny room is dominated by a 60” screen, jutting out and tilted downwards over the foot of the bed from the opposite wall.

My slave crouches down on his laptop, and swears at the screen, closing a series of popups until Pornhub appears.

While he scrolls through the selections, I pull of my pants, fold them, and lay them on his bedside table.

Finally, my entertainment starts. With a final click, the grainy video fills the enormous screen. He has chosen remarkably well. A twink kneels in the middle of a warehouse, as a dozen black gang members stream in and start to harass him, slapping his face with their massive horse cocks.

In a perfect world, I’d pull out my raging hardon now, but reality strikes again. When he shuffles up to me, my cock is more prune than python. “You’re gonna have to work for it,” I warn him.

“I will, sir,” he says, staring down at the ground. I put my hand on the back of his head and pull him to my crotch. He’s a cocksucker, and I know exactly what he needs: My dick in his mouth. He sucks in my shriveled member. The warmth of his mouth feels good and soon I feel myself hardening and stretching to full length.

“I’m going to lay down,” I tell him. He lets go and I settle on his bed, spread my legs for him, and gaze at the beauty of the screen. On it, the twink is sucking a gang member while jerking off two others. Out of nowhere, another body urgently pushes aside the one in his mouth and quickly takes its place.

My host slides up the bed on his belly. My dick stands straight up now, and I push it toward him. I watch as he takes it into his mouth and gags. Methodically, he begins pumping and twisting.

It feels so good, I just lay back and melt into the pillow, watching the TV while he twists.
After a minute, I feel his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking and squeezing. He’s probably getting tired. I don’t care. “Just use your mouth,” I order.

“Yes sir,” he says, and gets back to the twisting and stroking. On the screen, the twink is squinting and his face is glistening, as he turns to face another cock.

“You’re mouth feels so good,” I tell him. I put my hands behind my head and spread my legs further apart, absolutely relaxed, just appreciating the experience. I can feel the rising urge inside. I’m not going to last long.

I reach out and caress his short hair, feeling each soft hair tickle inside my palm. Then I push down, stopping him. I’m going to face fuck him now. Slowly I thrust my pelvis up into him and pull it out again.

He obediently endures it.

I pump faster, still gripping his head. I can feel myself just on the edge.

“I’m about to cum. You’d better be ready,” I exclaim.

At last, it happens, I feel a rush, as I feel a great surge through my dick. I feel him struggle against it. I let him go, on condition. “Keep going, don’t stop, whatever you do.”

He gets the message, wetly resumes his movements.

“Oh fuck, keep going!” A second later, I feel the second wave hit. This is the big one. I groan and lift my hips into the air as a full week’s worth of sperm gushes out of me.

He’s looking up at me, eyes wide, a small dribble of cum leaking through the seal of his lips.

“Better swallow it all. Don’t spill.”

He obediently takes a big gulp. I can feel him sucking, and the strange and wonderful feeling of my cum being drawn out of me. He eagerly appreciates every drop, just as I would do.

I collapse on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and take a deep breath. “Okay. Good boy,” I tell him.

He lets go, and for the first time, he speaks. “That was a big load.”

“Yeah. Now say thank-you.”

He smiles and looks down. “Thank-you sir.” After I get dressed, he walks me to the door. “You know what, buddy? You can come back anytime you want.”

“I might do that.”

He calls out. From the living room, a large Labrador retriever bounds out, wagging its tail, where it has been obediently waiting for its own master.

So well behaved. Both of them.

The Lost Stories: In Sync

I pull up to this guy’s house on a well-to-do crescent and park right in front of his house, because he didn’t tell me otherwise. If the neighbours are watching, I could be anybody. Maybe I’m selling insurance.

I’m here for sex.

He answers the door. He’s 5ft tall, tan skinned, with jet-black short curly hair in a receding hairline. Like me, he’s in his mid-thirties. Middle eastern? Brazilian maybe? I dunno. I’m bad at this. All I know is that I feel safe to have my wallet in my pocket, because if he terrorist-bombs me it won’t matter anyway. We greet each other and I walk into his beautiful foyer, with its white stone tiles. A marble table holds up family photo. Him and his two young girls, all of them embracing his beaming wife. Today, the wife and daughters are away visiting family in her home country. They’re gone long enough that his kids are attending school there. In the meantime, he’s taking full advantage.

Yeah, we chatted a little before this.

“Would you like a beer? Pop?” he asks me.

“Um, no thanks, I’m good.” I drop my coat on top of my shoes by the door. It took 40 minutes to drive here, and the Rush, the Evil Thing inside me that propels me, is subsiding. But I can’t back out now. “Can I use your washroom?”

He smiles and leads me upstairs, into his giant master bedroom. It’s dominated by his king-sized bed, neatly made with a gray comforter. It even has the extra little pillows on it. My god, the one time my wife was gone for a few days, our bed got to be so full of crap that I slept on the couch.

I piss in his spacious bathroom, and carefully wash my hands. I dry my dick off in his face towel.

When I emerge, he’s lying on the bed in his boxers, seductively. On the 60″ flatscreen in the corner, a grunting muscle-man pounds his manhood into a young twink, who emits moans of ecstasy. Maybe pain.

He invites me to lay down beside him. I strip down to my underwear, and sink into the luxurious pillow-top mattress. I’ve got to get one of these someday. It’s so relaxing. He reaches over and rubs my pecs, massages my belly. By the time he gets down there, my boner presses against the fabric of my SAXX briefs.

Soon we’re both naked. I’m not disappointed. I usually only see guys in their 20s, but I made an exception today when he sent a photo of his 8” uncut dick. From the neck down, he’s miraculously lean and shaved smooth as any twink, and he sits, eyes locked on my own penis, slowly stroking his own shaft. I reach over and soon we’re both feeling each other. Temptation sets in. We move in closer, and soon our dicks are touching, rubbing, oozing wetness and spreading it around on our cock heads.

He presses forward and I fall onto my back under him. I can smell his hot breath and we explore each other. I run my hands down his back and squeeze his ass. His tan skin is smoother than his silk sheets, hairless everywhere. He moves down my body slowly, breathing in my scent, and then I feel my penis slide into the hot wet softness between his lips. He sucks me slowly, and I moan and gasp for him. I know what I like so I do the same for him. I grab his head and hold him there and make him worship me. But the pressure builds in my balls. They ache for release, so I stop him.

“It’s your turn,” I tell him. He grins and flips over onto his back. I get on top of him in the 69 position, and inhale his smooth cock. I push down like a snake gorging itself on an unlucky meal. My oesophagus is full, stretched open. I feel like retching, but I tell myself not to. It works. Instead, I swallow more, massaging this massive thing in my throat.

“Oh my god,” he says in surprise. He grabs my body and we flip. I’m on my back again, staring up at his perineum. He slowly fucks my face, plunging down further and further while he sucks on my balls. I reach down and prop up my dick, and he quickly gets the idea and slurps it up again.

On the TV, another muscle man fucks another twink, going through the same dance as before. This one likes it more; he keeps shouting “Harder!” as he receives his pounding.

As far as I know, 69 is usually just a warm up. But for me it’s ecstasy. Sucking and being sucked, sharing the same sensations, the wordless feedback between two bodies and minds. I can keep it going as long as I want, but the after a few minutes the time seems right for it to end.

I swing my knee up and we flip once again, and I’m pressing into his mouth. I feel the pressure build from deep inside me, and I start to fuck. The twink on TV is getting shredded now, his moans reduced to high pitched barks of pain. I’m can’t control it anymore. I plunge in, thrusting wildly until I spasm and pump out a dozen shots right down his throat. Suddenly feeling heavy, I press down with my weight, squeeze his curly hair between my thighs and make him eat it all. I pull out slowly so he can suck me clean.

His penis has been lodged in my throat the whole time. When I lift off I see his shrinking down already, a tiny drop of white glistens at the tip. Shit, we came at the same fucking time and I didn’t even notice.

“That was a lot,” he says, wiping his chin with his wrist.

“Sorry,” I lie.

“No, it was good,” he says, grinning. He taps the pillow. “Lie down, stay awhile.”

I lay back. It’s nice, but the Evil thing is gone now, and I can’t relax. I stare at the ceiling, and we chat about our kids, our wives, and our lives. He had a long term thing going with a guy, but they had to break it off recently. The other man was starting to get too serious, buying clothes and gifts for him that were making it difficult to hide.

“I love her with all my heart, but you can’t get this,” he tells me, waving at my cock.

Yeah. I know.

Minty Fresh

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’m flabbergasted. What the fuck– I can deep throat now. I guess nearly choking on that engaged Asian guy’s cock had a lasting effect.

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.

“My mom left– please hurry”

“Your tumblr is amazing,” writes a 20yo fan, We chat a bit. He can host, but he’s got to wait for his mom to go out.

“I’ve had guys when they’re home before,” he tells me. “Usually while my parents are asleep but twice while they were home in the middle of the day. I just snuck him in though, they had no idea.”

I decide that my 5 year old daughter will never, ever move to the basement bedroom.

“How long has it been?” he asks. “How big a load am I getting?”

Well about three days since I fed that student his lunch… Wait, I scroll back through the conversation. I haven’t even sent any face pics yet! I send a couple.

“If only you were into making out..” he responds.

It’s nice to be appreciated. But I only make out with cock. Passionately.

He sends me some pics.

He has to go to the Costco and Walmart with his mom now. After that we can do something.

But she likes the free samples. When the time comes, he messages, “We’ve only just got to Walmart :(“. Courteous little fucker.

I go to Tim Horton’s and listen to a group of old ladies gossip about why Mary’s not there.

Ba-dump. “We’re back,” he notifies me. “You’ll have to come now as soon as she leaves.”

I gamble it might be a while. I order an iced cap.

“She’s gone.”

Shit.

I jump into my car and fumble with Google Maps. It’s an oven in here. I gulp down my iced cap, and immediately regret it as feels like someone’s massaging my brain with a melon baller. Okay, where the fuck is this place?

“I have 20 minutes tops… please hurry”

I hit every god damn red light on the way. It gives me time to think. Is this my ninth or tenth hookup? I can’t even remember. The butterfly feeling is absent. I feel no fear, only excitement.

As I jog up the street I see him wave in the window. A minivan is parked in the driveway. She must have taken the other car. Or she’s back.

He opens the door.

He’s hotter in person. White. He’s the kind of guy the football coach always tries to recruit but he’s just not interested. His neat black hair is combed and fixed in place with a bit of gel. He looks at me hungrily.

“We don’t have much time,” he tells me,

I take my shoes with me. We leap down four steps to the basement, and his bedroom’s right there. White walls, Stuff on the floor. I don’t even have time to look. When I turn around he’s already kneeling and unbuckling my pants.

He munches on the front of my underwear. Thanks for this. He’s read my tumblr and knows I need some time to grow.

The bed’s not made. I sit on the edge and peel my pants off. (Indigo X Copper Twist, Naked & Famous Denim, $130) He stuffs my dick in his mouth, locks his eyes into mine. I go from 3” to 7” in seconds. It’s never happened so fast.

I glance towards the doorway. What if his mom comes in right now?

“Well Ma’am,” I’d say, “your (very straight) son just tripped on the carpet and… I mean, I got this snake bite and he’s selflessly, uh…” Fuck it, I got nothing.

I tell him I want to suck him. Looking down I see his erection pushing out his shorts. He can barely get them down he’s so excited.

His penis is thick and looks delicious.

“Let’s make out,” he tells me and moves in. I have no choice. Our lips meet. I’m reserved, uncertain how far I want to go. I’ve only kissed one other guy, and two other girls including my wife. He presses in, and his large tongue slips through my lips. He dominates my mouth. I relax and enjoy it. But I really want cock.

He stands up and I get a view of his thick penis. His foreskin is beautiful, so delicate and thin it seems like it can barely cover him. I raise it to my lips and gently slide the tip of my tongue inside. He inhales sharply when I lick all around inside him. The taste is strong and I want more.

He taps my head. “I’m close,” he says.

I’ve barely started, so I very gently pull down on his shaft, just enough to let my tongue out, and let it slide back. I press into his urethra, and taste precum.

He’s trembling. I feel his powerful hands grip my shoulders, and his hips move forward slightly. That’s all it takes. Three liquidly squirts hit the back of my throat.

I’ve been stroking my cock all this time. Suddenly his mouth is back on it, plunging up and down. I can’t believe it. I’ve barely swallowed, but this kid’s so eager. He loves my cock as much as I love giving it to him.

So I give him what he wants. I lean back on his bed, grab a fistful of his hair, and fuck him. “Yeah, suck my cock. SUCK IT.” I command, and thrust upwards into his face hole. I can’t help moaning loudly. I keep my eyes open so I can permanently etch the sight this near-teenager blowing me into my brain.

When I’ve had enough, I mash his face down into my crotch one last time, suck in my abs, and pump my sperm right down his fucking throat.

When I stride out into the sunlight, I look at my phone and realize it’s been all of five minutes since my arrival.

Intense.

I get the fuck out of there before his mom returns.