Dylan
On Thursday, a lean fit guy (let’s call him Dylan) texted me on one of those apps. We’d chatted before but never met. This time we exchanged pics and there was an instant spark of mutual liking. We wanted to meet on that very night, but it was too rushed, so we postponed to last night. Both of us looked forward to seeing each other, and safe to say, it was one of the rare occasions where everything went right.
Dylan sent me his address and clear instructions on how to locate his rented unit in an established neighbourhood. I walked up four flights of stairs before reaching his door. I texted him and waited for a few minutes, then the door opened and there he was, sizing me up and down with a smile in his dark coloured boxer briefs that clung to his groin and hip like second skin. Looking up, I saw his big pecs (like Chinese mantous), six packs and thick thighs all packed in a short frame, with a cute, average-looking face framed by glasses.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Dylan handed me a towel and toothbrush, then brought me to the bathroom and pointed out the necessary tools I was welcome to use: shower, hose, toothpaste in mirror cabinet etc. He left me on my own. I had a quick hot shower while admiring the simple timelessness of the bathroom’s design and furnishings: functionality in mind, all necessities present, no bells and whistles. In that neat space, I felt the day’s stresses melted away while I scrubbed and washed all parts of my body.
In absence of my enema kit, I unscrewed the shower head and use the hose to clean my ass. I avoided solid food since lunch time, so it was a rather short cleaning process. Dylan mentioned that he’s a slow cummer: by that I assumed he could last very long, so I made sure the water ran clear. Wouldn’t want a repeat of shitting the bed or pain of getting fucked by own shit.
When I was done, I towelled my hair, wiped my body then wrapped that towel around my waist. I brushed my teeth as well. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I was fresh, fragrant and confident.
Dylan, still in his boxer briefs (oh so sexy), was surprised I came out ready so soon. He went for a shower too, and I was left all alone standing awkwardly in his warm-lit room, with air con on full blast. When he came back, we made small talk, just to ease ourselves into one another’s presence. It didn’t take us long to warm up and got back into that cheerfully naughty chemistry we shared in our chats.
He turned off the ceiling lights and switched to ambient lighting made out flashlight from an old phone and a tented paper card. It took me a few seconds to readjust, then I saw his chiselled torso and his beckoning smile. I stepped close to him, then he placed a hand on the back of my neck and gently brought me to his man-tits. Struck by the sight of firm but pillowy chest and his easy dominant attitude, I locked my lips around his nipple and gave him a tongue bath. His warm smooth skin was such a delight to lick and suck. While his nipples never hardened, the low moans he made were enough incentive for me to give my best. I alternated between nipples, making sure while I was sucking on one, the other was serviced by my fingers. Sometimes he played with my nipples too, and sucked on them to turn me on, but most of the time he threw his head back and let me worship him.
From my half-squat stance, I could feel his hardon throbbing in the trunks and stabbing on my chest. I hugged him and rubbed my chest against his cock. “Fuck,” he sighed. “Let’s go on bed?”
In one swift motion, he stepped out of his undies, fished for his supplies and hopped onto the mattress on the floor. I yanked the towel off my waist and hung it on the back of a chair. My half-hard dick was swinging as I made my way towards him. What a sight: a lean fit guy sitting with his back against the wall, legs splayed, cock jutting, his eyes concentrating on the condom foil he was trying to open. “Help me,” he said. I made his nipples all nice and wet, then I shifted my body downwards so that I could suck his cock.
Dylan’s cock, like the rest of his skin, was pale, evenly thick from base to tip and supported by a pair of low-hanging balls. He didn’t have much body hair, so it was no surprise to find only sparse pubic hair which he trimmed short. I took a lick on his piss slit, to check whether there was any pre-cum (none, to my disappointment) and I swallowed about a third of his cock. Gentle blows to start with, then quick swoops down to the root, which earned me some appreciative moans from him. I could only take about 80% of the length and by my estimation, it’s well over 6 inches. Apparently my slow blowjob wasn’t enough for him, so he took the liberty to thrust his rod further down my throat, making me gag. This continued for a couple more cycles, then he released me. I tackled his balls, one after the other, by sucking them in my mouth and lashing my tongue against them. Our foreplay made his cock sufficiently hard, and by the looks of it slapping against one side of my face, it was rearing to go.
He drizzled a dash of lube over his cock, and passed the small unassuming bottle to me. “Baby oil?” I asked, reading the label.
“No,” he replied with a smile as he rolled a thin condom over his long schlong. “Regular water lube. Just don’t want others to find out.”
I squeezed a thick glob out of the bottle, and fingered myself. He watched in earnest, as I arched my back and slipped one finger, then two up my freshly cleaned hole. Prepping and putting a show for him like this made me harder, and I turned around after feeling that I was loose enough. I pushed my knees far apart from each other, lowered my back and thrust my ass out for him. He pulled me close to his body, and jammed his dick on my rear, roughly trying to find the entrance. I grabbed his cock and aligned it with my hole, then he entered very slowly. I felt my ass muscles expand and relax as he inched his way closer to me.
“Pain,” I said. He stopped, and waited.
“You ok?” he asked after a while. I nodded and he thrust most of it in. There was an alien discomfort, and fullness, which was sometimes punctuated by pleasure as he grazed on my prostate. He held my waist as he fucked me slow and shallow. “Your ass is nice,” he commented, then he slapped it, two on each cheek. I laughed and thanked him. I spread my knees wider apart to accommodate our height difference.
Once I got used to his length and girth, we picked up our rhythm and went faster. He ploughed me mercilessly and hammered my sweet spot so forceful that there was a sensation of cumming or peeing building up near the base of my balls. “Slow down, I might cum,” I warned him. He changed to be gentler, and asked, “did you touch yourself?”
“No,” I said. “See? My hands are up here.”
He swapped between long, slow strokes and short, rapid fire thrusts that got me moaning and mewling like a madman. At times I felt like cumming, but he pleaded me to hold it in, so I did. I wasn’t sure for how long I could hold, though.
“What if I cum over your sheets?”
“Just cum la. After that can I continue fuck you?”
“Yeah, I can cum a few more times.”
“If you feel pain or not OK, just let me know, I’ll stop. Don’t keep quiet then later blame and block me.”
“I won’t,” I managed to say.
Our bodies were as one. He slammed his entire length over and over into my poor ass, which I felt by now must be loosened beyond repair. I could feel the heat as his thighs slapped against mine, and his big warm hands gripped my waist. It was as if I got reduced to a fuck sleeve or a plaything to him, yet I didn’t mind because it felt so heavenly. He would complement his roughness with gentle acts of kissing my back, rubbing his stubble against my skin or interlacing his fingers with mine.
I suggested and tried riding him, but I noticed he softened a bit. Knowing him, I got on all fours and we did it doggy style again. His housemate was in the next room but he gave no care, fucking me so violently that I had to yell my lungs out or else I would just explode.
“Your back sweaty,” he said with a chuckle, then wiped it with an old shirt.
“Yeah, so intense,” I said.
“Want a break?”
“Sure.”
He pulled out and instantly I felt a void. An unnatural emptiness now that we separated.
“I need to get a new condom. See?” he said, showing me how the tip of it got fused by the heat of our motions.
After checking with me that I was good to continue, he went to have a quick rinse of his body, then returned with a fresh condom. I glanced at the time on my phone and realised we had been at it for about half an hour (I swear it felt longer).
“So how? You wanna continue? I can go very long,” he said.
“How long?”
“One hour, two, depends.” I couldn’t conceal my awe at the thought of being used by him for the rest of the night. My thighs were getting wobbly from hearing his revelation.
“Let’s try,” I said.
“Good. Now help me get hard.”
Some nipple play and blowjob later, he got fully hard again and we resumed with doggy position. Each thrust of his cock elicited a moan from me. I tried to play up my moans, weaving them into long, unending and dramatic strands that got him higher.
“Lie down,” he said, pushing me so I was flat on my stomach. He basically slam-fucked me like that, and squat-fucked me if he got bored of the routine. My hard dick and body was thrashing against the bed, and I almost came from being stimulated front and back, but he held me tightly and there was no escape. He knew I couldn’t take it anymore, so he suggested, “count to 200 for me. I want to know how many strokes I can do.”
So I counted and let him know, then he added more 200s for me, till I just gave up counting and let him bang me like waves beating the seashore. Somehow counting did take my mind off thinking about cumming, but it didn’t stop my horniness from building up and screaming to be unleashed.
With both of us stacked, him upon me, his arms wrapping tight around me and my hands reaching back to feel the thrust of his hips, we were both high and sweaty. This guy is a natural fucker, I thought and there was something primal about our sex that my mind just blew off, leaving my body to fend for its own.
After what felt like an eternity, he roared and slowed down. I felt contractions down my chute, and deduced that he had just cum. He was so tired he lay atop me. For a short while we stayed motionless to catch our breaths. He withdrew, and panted slightly. “Wah, fuck, so tiring. Fuck like robot,” he said.
“Yeah, very intense but fun,” I told him.
“You wanna cum?”
“No need,” I said, “I’ll take care later.”
We had a bit of chit chat, and I found out he’s a mixed race guy from Borneo. No wonder his stamina was so different from others.
After we both showered (separately, him after me), I gathered my things and prepared to leave. I wanted to ask if we could meet again, but before I even got to ask, he said we should exchange numbers. I gladly agreed, thanked him at the door and went off in search of supper.
