We'd been messaging for months. Him wanting me to suck him, me wanting to suck him. It seemed ok. Scheduling was a fucking drag - as it went on for months with no actual interaction other than emails now and again.
42, 5'11, athletic.
But I was in a mood after the married guy in the previous post porked my ass. As luck would have it, a few meetings got canceled and I emailed the guy asking if he were free. He was, but I had to come to him. Fine.
His pics represented him very closely, which can be a nice change. He was nice, and in ways too nice, but I can get over that - and later, he'd have hints of less niceness.
While I was supposed to blow him, he started feeling my cock up through my shorts. Then out of my shorts. I felt up his cock through his shorts as well.
He was asking if me blowing him right there in the living room was ok. Dude, I don't care where I go on my knees - I don't care who sees......most of the time. He mentioned he had stripped his bed for laundry, so he didn't want to go to his room. Ok. Here was fine.
But during the convo, he reached around and started feeling my furry ass. He liked what he felt....I liked his hands on it. More attention was to my ass than anything else and I sensed a blow job would only be the foreplay - this was going further. ...and it did - upstairs, exactly where he didn't want to go.
I did blow him. I did eat his nuts. I did munch, suck and kiss his asshole, but we knew what was going to happen. He kept telling me "good boy" - when clearly I was anything but.
He reached into his bedside drawer and I expected the worse - a condom, as he said 'safe only'. Alas, the only thing he pulled out was lube and poppers. I said nothing. He said nothing.
He put lube on his hands and worked a finger or two into my ass. It felt good. I may have forgotten to mention that I had taken a load a few hours before and it still resided up that bum.
As he worked his fingers up my ass, I felt a little uncomfortable. Then I felt heat. I said nothing. The heat got a little intense and I assumed he was using that KY 'warming' lube. As I have never used/felt it, I had no idea the intensity of it all.
Like a good bottom boy, I kept my fucking mouth shut and let him do what he needed / wanted. Soon he was positioned behind me, with my shoulders/face down to the mattress, ass up - and him pushing in.
Whatever heat I was feeling was replaced by cock. Hot flesh.
After a few minutes, he pulled out complaining of heat / pain.
As it turns out, he had been chopping hot peppers before I arrived and had not sufficiently washed his hands - if he had washed them at all. The oil from the peppers made its way from him hands, to my ass - and from my asshole to his shaft.
If you're not a fan of hot peppers, one thing you never do it drink water, as it only intensifies the heat. Milk is the preferred method for cooling as the protein does something to counteract it all. And while deep down I knew this, I wasn't really thinking in this regard.
We took a break to cool down and clean off the oils - but I did it with water and a wash cloth. That did nothing for what I was feeling, but on I was a good 15 minutes into it now and quite adjusted. Still the burned continued. Oddly, it did not dampen our enthusiasm for getting back to the bed.
My mouth went back to the cock and balls, and soon enough, I found myself on my belly and a man with a 6.5" cock back at my hole....and fucking me. Nice and steady, but not as hard as he could have been.
My hands had been in front of me, gripping the edge of the bed, but he grabbed then, put them behind my back and grasp each wrist. There he held them - forced them - behind to stay behind me as he leveraged himself to fuck me harder.
This was more like it.
His mouth to my ear, biting it, breathing heavily in it and sometimes speaking into it, he pumped my butt with his hard dick. There was some burning still, but I was well past that. The hot sex was now from his hip action and pinning my hands. He was a man on a mission.
In my ear, he was telling me he was going to breed my ass. So much for 'safe only'. Typical though.
And breed me he did. With barely a sound or a word, he shot directly up my ass, as deep as that squirt would go into my guts. I took it like a "good boy", not that I had much of a choice in that position.
Afterward, he laid on top of me until he naturally slid out.
He rolled over on his back, I did the same, though this legs were near or over my chest. His cock right there. I just leaned up and over a bit and it was in my mouth. Ass to mouth. He loved that.
He talked of fucking me. He talked of how it felt breeding me. He talked about how my mouth felt on his ass - he said that last part so much, soon he was sitting on my face, my tongue deep up his shitter. He stroked much of the time.
Soon he was over my mouth telling me to open wide. I did and took his second load. Perfect. Three loads in six hours or less.
I was laying there with a hard-on, as would almost be expected. I was not expected to cum - I never expect that. It is not my place. But he was waffling on whether he wanted me to or not. Part of him wanted to see it. Part of him wanted to deny me. I usually get the denial and am ok with that.
Finally he decided to have me jerk off and shoot my load. I'm nothing if not a exhibitionist, so I did as I was told.
The load was intense. Plenty on my abs and chest and up to my chin. He even mentioned something about it going past me, off the bed and onto his hardwood floors. Kudos to me.
I'm not sure it counts, but I got another load that day. He scooped some of my jizz up and not only fed it to me - which I ate, but he pushed some up my ass too - and it somewhat joined the other two loads already up there.
A hot time was had by all. I had spent almost two hours there - and I had to get back to work. With my own cum smeared in my beard and his ass smell on there too, I gladly walked back to my car and drove home feeling a bit more sated.