I guess he wanted to hug and cuddle because he was young, and he was hot enough that I didn’t stop him. Even though both of us were fully dressed, he climbed onto my lap, sort of kneeling and facing me, as I sat on the sofa. He leaned forward, and while we kissed I ran my hands up his firm body, feeling his nipples fully erect through his singlet. He hugged me, and held me, and let me grope him. He moaned into my mouth when I played with his nipples through his top, and then I clawed his large firm pecs, which made him moan some more.
I pulled off the cap he was wearing, and then I felt his firm arms - he was a muscular guy, definitely an athlete of some sort. I’d noticed he had a tan, broad shoulders, and really nice arms in his profile pic, and when I found out that he only wanted to suck cock, I chatted to him. Anyway, my ass needed a break after yesterday afternoon’s kinky session (https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/179385270737/kinky-a-bit).
He turned out to be fresh-faced and boyish when he turned up, looking cool and smelling clean. He walked over to my table at the coffee shop with great confidence, and we talked over coffee, and made our way back to my condo. I could barely keep my hands off him: he was a few years younger than me, maybe in his mid-twenties, but looked younger, with the build of a fitness model. I admit I had my eyes on his ass, which rode high behind him, nice and perky.
When we got into the condo, he’d immediately started in with a kiss, and then his arms were around me and our arms were around each other, and then we staggered to the sofa. It was hella passionate.
He let me feel up his arms a bit for a while, and then he crossed his hands at his waist and pulled off the red singlet he’d worn to meet me. Even though his arms were tan, he had a dragonboater’s tanlines, and the skin on his chest was smooth and pale, and his nipples with such a light brown that they were almost rosy. I gave in to the feeling and put my mouth on one, licking it while I gently fingered the other. He smelled fresh, which I found a turn on.
This set him off, and he was gasping breathlessly the whole time I snacked on his chest, pausing only when I changed sides. His tits were fairly large, sitting low down on his big pecs, with sizeable areola and small, tight nubs. Every time I ran my tongue across the nub, he would gasp again - I imagine he was sensitive.
I had a free hand, so I put it in his crotch, and I could feel his excitement. I rubbed the hard bump that I felt, and he pushed forward, grinding against my hand. At this point, he was leaning hard against me, feeding me his nipples, and rubbing himself against me. Remembering what we’d talked about, I pushed him off, and he reluctantly climbed off me, panting and catching his breath.
I sat up on the sofa, adjusting myself. I was already pretty hard - having a hot boy on my lap will do that. I was wearing a pair of black running shorts, and I pulled down the waistband, exposing myself, smooth balls, trimmed bush, and my hard cock pointing directly up. I held my cock in one hand, and shook it back and forth a bit, fingering my nipple with the other hand.
He nodded, enthusiastically, his silver-framed round glasses bouncing on his face.
“Strip down to your underwear,” I said, and he pulled down his tracksuit pants and stepped out of them, and took off his glasses. He put them both next to me on the sofa, with his singlet and his cap. And stepped back into position. I could see that he was hard in his tight white underpants.
He made no move to touch himself, which earned him some points with me.
“You like what you see?” I said, playing with myself some more. He nodded again. I put my legs together, took my shorts off completely, lifting my hips off the sofa. Took off the t-shirt I was wearing, too, and my clothes joined his on the sofa cushion next to me. I leaned back on the sofa, spread my legs. I was fully hard now.
“Show me how much you like it,” I said.
He licked his lips, looking suddenly slutty and horny, and then he pulled down his underwear. His cock was about average size, as pale as the untanned parts of his skin, erect and leaning to one side, the foreskin pulled back a little because he was hard, and what I could see of his glans was fiercely red, a real contrast to the rest.
“Pull back your skin,” I said, and he pulled it. It slipped back easily, coming to rest behind his cockhead. It was so hard that it was shiny, bright red.
He had a pair of small balls, which hung down - not fully loose, maybe halfway pulled up from arousal.
“On your knees, please,” I said. I’m not rude.
He was a little distance away, but he sank to his knees on the floor.
He walked on his knees, till he was between my spread legs. I leaned forward and down, and kissed him again since he seemed to like that (he was a good kisser, too) and I put my hands on his large chest, and found his nipples. I rubbed them again, gently, and straightened up a bit.
“Sensitive?” I said. He was gasping a bit, but he nodded.
“Can take pain?” I said. He looked a little doubtful, but nodded.
“Hands behind your head,” I said, and he complied.
I rubbed one, gently, and held the nub of the other between my finger and thumb. I rolled it between them, gently at first, noting how he sighed, and then I stopped - and pinched it, gently at first, and then harder, his firm flesh resisting as I squeezed it. He stopped breathing, looking at me, his eyes wide open. But he didn’t protest, or complain.
I let it go, and continued rubbing the other one. It had gotten a brighter red from me pinching it. I held the other one between my finger and thumb, and rolled it, and he winced. I waited, until he relaxed a little, and when he looked up at me quizzically, I pinched it, hard this time.
He yelled, and I let go, and immediately felt sorry - he was obviously sensitive enough that he wasn’t getting much pleasure from this. I appreciated that he was going along with it, though: he had told me earlier that he was feeling a bit submissive, and wanted someone to feed him some cock.
Back to the main attraction, then.
His hands were still behind his head, attractively bulging with muscle. His pits were clean-shaven, and now both his nipples were red. I remembered how he had reacted earlier, so I thought I would try something that he liked.
“Put your hands behind your back,” I said, and I enjoyed how that made his pegs bulge. I took my hands, and grabbed both of his pecs, and squeezed them. That got me a moan, and his hard dick bounced once.
He liked that, clearly, so I played with his chest some more. Roughly. That seemed to be a turn on for him, and he gasped and moaned, especially when I clawed them, leaving red fingermarks on his fair skin.
I let him go, and leaned back again. All of that play had gotten me really hard, and I could use a suck.
My dick was hard and firm, pointing directly up.
“You want to suck it?” I said. He nodded, breathing heavily to catch his breath again.
I gave him a horny look. I was ready for this guy to service me.
“Suck my dick, bitch,” I said, and he bent over, keeping his hands behind his back, opened his mouth wide and took my cock into his mouth, doing his best to take it all in. He did a good job, and when he was all the way down, he closed his lips around the base of my cock, and sucked it slowly, all the way back up, till it was out of his mouth.
“Just the tip,” I said, and he complied, taking only my dickhead into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking it. I wanted a little more, so I put my hand on the shaft, and pulled my skin downwards, pulling my foreskin back and exposing the head. It was much more sensitive, and his tonguework really made me feel good.
I pushed his forehead, and he let go of me. I spread my legs some more.
“Lick my balls,” and he obediently stuck out his tongue, and lapped at them, and when I told him to suck them, he did, taking one in his mouth and sucked gently on it before repeating the treatment with the other.
I decided I wanted something a little more relaxing, so I moved the pile of clothes (taking care with the glasses) off onto the floor, and then moved into the corner of the sofa. He lay along the length of it, his face in my lap, his mouth on my cock, and I let him suck me as he wished.
He was a good and imaginative cock sucker, as it turned out, really playing with my cock, jerking it with a free hand, licking up and down the underside of my shaft, sucking and licking the head, and then just holding my cock and licking the part where the base of my cock met my balls. I lay back, and enjoyed it, letting him suck me for quite a while. I reached for his bubble butt, and he let me grope and squeeze his cheeks, but stopped me from fingering his hole. Guess I wasn’t going to get to fuck this guy.
After a little time, he stopped, and looked up at me.
“6sg,” he said, “I want to cum. Can I?”
I asked if he wanted me to suck him, and he shook his head, no.
“You only watch me,” he said.
I told him he was free to do what he wanted, and he climbed off, and stood in front of me. His dick was harder than before, the head looking swollen through his foreskin, which had slipped back over it. He masturbated, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, which I found a turn on, and when he winced and moaned and gasped that he was cumming, he bent his knees and jerked his cock faster, carefully depositing a warm load right on my cock. It was thick and coated my cock like candlewax dripping down a candle, and he carefully milked out as much of his manjuice as he could. Then he got to his knees between my open legs, put his hands on my knees, and bent down, taking my cock and his load into his mouth, giving me a wet suckjob lubricated with his own load.
That felt so good that I nearly shot straight away, but I controlled myself for a bit so I could enjoy his service for a few more strokes as his head bobbed up and down my dick, and then I put both hands on the back of his head (he obediently held still) and I fucked his face, two, three thrusts and I was firing my load right into his mouth, moaning myself. He swallowed as I did so, and I found it a turn on that he was swallowing not only my cum, but his own.
He used his lips to milk my dick, and when he finally did let it go, there was not a drop of cum anywhere on it (of course, it was still wet with his saliva). He looked up at me, and licked his lips again, looking once again horny and slutty.
I pulled him on top of me, and we sort of turned so that he was lying on top of me along the full length of the sofa. More hugging and kissing, and we settled in a cuddle, with his head on my chest.
I asked if he wanted to shower, and he asked if he could have a drink first. We went to the kitchen, and stood around nude, rehydrating with some cold iced water. I casually asked him if he wanted to be fucked, and he told me that he wasn’t clean. I told him that if he didn’t want to be fucked, that was okay, but that he could clean up in my bathroom. No pressure.
His eyes lit up when I mentioned it, though, so I took him into the bathroom and showed him around. He asked for a few minutes alone, and I left him, and when he opened the bathroom door, I joined him inside there, with my supplies. We kissed and cuddled some more under the shower, and then I fucked him up against the back wall, playing with his firm chest while I ploughed him, finishing off by holding his hips while I thrust into him and he jacked himself off till he came. I wasn’t quite ready to cum, so he helped me out, thrusting back onto me with his gorgeous ass, panting and whining like a hot slut in heat, till I finally put my hands on his shoulders and he held still while I pumped out my load into the condom I was wearing, deep in his ass.
We showered when we finished, and then he got dressed. Said he hadn’t expected to get fucked but when he saw me he was kinda hoping. Well, I was kinda hoping, too, so I told him that. Turned out quite well, in the end, and he thanked me and gave me a long kiss at the door before leaving.
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