Pretty Boy

He hit me up on Scruff.

29, 5'9", 155.  Handsome as all get out on his profile pic.  What would he want me for?

It turned out, he wanted my cock. But that is not normally how I play.  I told him so and that I wanted to suck his cock.  He relented and invited me over.

But before he did, he asked if I was clean - and this time he meant how and when I actually showered last.  I said I did that morning, which was a total lie. I think I showered the day before....maybe.

Then he said it would be a while because he had to jump in the shower.  UGH.

A. I didn't want the time delay of him scrubbing up.
B. I didn't care about him being Irish Spring clean - nor did I want him to be.

And looking at his picture, this kid (yes, kid!) looked like he was always squeaky clean - you know the type.

I told him I was a grown man who wasn't all that fragile and not to shower. And he didn't.

Getting to this house on the perfect street, I started to see a pattern.  His first comment was on the make and model of my car. His house was impeccably decorated. Not my style at all, but nice things and not one out of place.

His profile picture did not do him justice. While he was handsome in his pic - he was model handsome in real life. almost bordering on 'pretty'.

The shower thing all fell into place. The man was all about aesthetics, possessions and presentation.

Before I came over, he even asked what I would be wearing. Priceless.

He took me back to his extremely dim bedroom - complete with what i'm sure was like Ralph Lauren comforters and such. Apple TV and laptop in his room as well.

"Jay" was wearing a nylon like jersey and workout shorts. He was hard - a thin 7" of hard.  His nuts were loose and hung like pendulums - far away from his penis.

At first he sat on the edge of the bed and then lay back so I had access to his cock.  I took it all the way down, but he pressed his hips up to make sure it went even a little deeper.

He moaned appropriately.  He wanted me to play with his nipples - hard!  I played hard and it didn't phase him at all. Well, that's not entirely true. Like the bitch he probably was, his legs automatically spread.

I licked his nuts and little below that, but not yet to his ass.  I took my finger and gently rubbed it across the hole. His hand met my wrist and pulled my hand away.

Granted, the finger smelled a little ripe afterwards and maybe that's why he wanted the shower, but that's exactly why I didn't want him to shower. I'd have cleaned that hole up - but it was not meant to be.

I found it odd he lay completely back, eyes closed or staring at the ceiling, almost being a non-participant in the event.  I get that from straight guys, but his one was not.

Maybe I wasn't what he was expecting. Maybe he was self-loathing and couldn't get into participating.

He knew I wanted to suck. He didn't have to invite me over.  But he let me suck, he was hard, he was getting close.

And then he got there.

Ribbons of slime hit my tongue. I kept it in my mouth, as always.

His only true words to me were, "if you need, there's a towel on the side of the bed if you want to...."

He trailed off.  He was going to say, "spit out the load".  I swallowed and said, "now, why would i need a towel?   You didn't want me to spit it out - did you?"

"No", was his reply.

I thanked him, got up, and left.

Former Football Guy

He told me played college ball, I suppose to describe his build.  Or justify it.

"Dave" said he was 6'1" and 230....but muscular.  "a former football player".  6.5" he said.  Like most college athletes, math wasn't his strongest subject.  He was maybe an inch shorter than that, in the dick department.

But he showed up on time, and he was extremely more handsome than his picture lead on.  There was probably a time he was even more striking

He said he was now a suit & tie guy and he didn't fib.  He wore those clothes well.  A guy who can wear a suit well, is like a guy in leather - sexy. hot. masculine.  The wrong cut and he's just a shlub in a sports coat. This guy knew how to dress.

I know I go on about this a lot, but instinctively, the man knew to touch my nipples.  I gave him no hints of that - nor how hard or light to do it. He just did it - and did it right.  He had me quivering before any of us had a shred of clothes off.

Oddly, though it was explicitly stated 'no reciprocation' his hands went to my belt first and dropped my pants.  He only wanted to feel my cock, but not see it, let alone taste it. It never came out of my boxer briefs.

His made a slight lump in his suit pants.  I was on my knees undoing his belt and feeling his cock through his shorts before chewing on both cotton and cock for a little while.  He pushed me away.

He took off his pants and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on (which is hot to me) and then sat on an office chair.

"Lick my balls".  In one of his emails he said he had "big balls".  I suppose that is all relative, but going from some extensive data collected by myself over the past few decades, I can attest that these were not only not big, but they did not even qualify as 'medium'.

I licked them. I sucked them.  I went further south.

"Lick my ass".  I dug in.  I ate that hole. You know how I love to do that.

...and that my friends was about all she wrote.

"I'm gonna cum!  Take it and then you can eat my ass some more".   I pulled off the ass and went down on his cock, which by the way he wasn't even stroking.  I've got a fucking magic tongue!

I will give the man this - he came a huge amount.  ...and it tasted good.

I stayed on him, making sure every drop was ingested.  I licked him clean and then expected to eat his ass some more.

But he stood up and started to dress.  I kindly asked if he did not want his ass eaten some more and he replied - "it will give you something to look forward to next time".

Here's hoping.

No Fluke

As promised, I did not contact the guy who gave me the HUGE load.

But he finally reached back out to me. Normally, I wouldn't have given him a second go-round. He was fine and all - but that's it, still dressing like the '70s were on and in need of a Marcia Brady Makeover ®.

He got a pass because of the massive load he pumped in my mouth and throat last time.

So when he emailed me, I sent a message right back saying I could see him after work. He suggested a time, I said "yes".

Like last time, he arrived at the set-upon hour.  You'd think that wasn't important, but sooooo many guys are 20, 30, 40 minutes late, like I have nothing else to do in my life.  Or anyone else to do. Then there are the guys who set the time, never show and go silent.   ....but that's another rant.

So there he was, in front of me, doing nothing.

I went to my knees.  I took his belt and unhooked it. Ditto with the pants.  I put my thumbs in his black briefs and got those down as well.  Out sprang his 7" piece of meat.

I ogled it for a few and then placed it in my mouth.

Like last time, he was quiet as a mouse.  Not a word.  Not a sound.  I get that, but I work better with either verbal encouragement, demeaning talk or at least a grunt or two.  Still, I knew what possibly awaited me, so I was a trooper and just went about my job.

Though I am not 100% sure, I think he had a "tell", like people do in poker or when they're lying. Every now and again, his hand would go to my left shoulder and I'd get a slight squeeze.

I could be wrong, but I think he was doing two possible things:  steadying himself  and / or a signal that he was close to ejaculating.

To be conservative, when I'd feel the hand, I'd slow down or back off of my sucking process....but only for a bit.  I mean,  I love sucking cock and I was going for the load - that's my job.

After about 15-20 minutes of sucking and backing off, I went for it.  As I assumed, the hand went to my shoulder and then the second one, so I knew I was there - as was he.

I had his cock all the way at the entrance of my throat.  He shot off.

And shot again....and again....and again..............and again.

I would say at least a third of his cum went right down my throat, but then it backed up, flooding my mouth, similar to last time.

Once again, I struggled to keep up.  I gagged.  My eyes teared up.  I swallowed and swallowed again, just to keep up with his productivity.  It was massive.  Again.

Not to worry fair readers, I took every single fucking drop.  And I swallowed.

This guy is the real deal.  I will definitely have him back.