People often ask me if I would have sex with someone much younger than me. And I don’t, generally, for a variety of reasons.
One time, a few years ago, I gave in to temptation, and fortunately, it didn’t go poorly. You would have given in, too, I think - this guy (let’s call him Deon) was hot. Smoking hot. His profile pic on Grindr was a revelation.
Final year poly student, not at all shy about it, either. He was one of those guys who looks older than his actual age (which I guess might have played a part in my interest).
He claimed to be straight, and that he only fucked girls - but he liked getting anal from guys from time to time. Wasn’t looking for anything permanent or repeat, only to get sucked and then get ploughed. I asked if he would reciprocate - he said he didn’t kiss, but wouldn’t mind sucking a dick if he could get fucked.
I showed him a photo of mine, and he was impressed enough that he became very aggressive about wanting to meet. That is usually a warning sign, but I was horny, so I arranged to meet him at a hawker centre that was midway between his place and mine. I had time to shower and change, and then I went out to meet him.
He turned up wearing a short-sleeved hawaiian print shirt and skinny jeans, with neon orange Nike sneakers. Even in those clothes I could see how hot he was - boyish but somehow beng-ish face, thick neck, heavyset build, a real hunk, with thick thighs and a fairly large rounded ass. The pattern of his shirt was distracting, but I could see his big chest and broad shoulders, and it looked like his nipples were firm and erect, the tips poking against the front of the shirt. I could imagine that he was popular with the girls.
I thought I probably looked just as enticing - my loose scoop-necked tank top showed off the lines of my pecs as well as the swell of my arms, and my running shorts had high slits that didn’t hide my muscular thighs and well-developed calves. He didn’t have any trouble identifying me, and since we’d both already had dinner, we had a drink each and started walking back to my place.
He boasted about how daring he was, and hinted that he really liked getting fucked by guys, then changed his story to explain how much of a stud he was, all on the walk home and the ride up in the lift. When we got to my gate, I decided to test a theory.
I turned abruptly, and fondled my crotch. He looked at my hand, a shine in his eyes.
“I suck you ah,” he said. I nodded.
“No one can see,” I said, leaning back against the gate. He took off his shoes, and knelt down. I put my hand on his chin, and slipped my thumb into his mouth, and watched him suck on it, like it was a sweet.
With my other hand, I hooked my thumb into the elastic of my shorts, and pulled it down, letting it rest under my balls, so that they were cupped and pulled up. I was still small, and soft, but he tried to move forward to suck it. I held him in place, and he looked up at me.
I took out my thumb out, rubbed it on his lips to wet them and then pulled his head forward. I thrust my hips forward, letting the tip of my foreskin rub against his lips, and then watched him open his mouth. He took my soft dick in. I let him suck softly on me.
He kept his eyes locked on mine, and I felt his tongue moving against the underside of my cock. I got harder while he sucked me.
I bent forward, cupped his substantial pecs in my hands. They were firm, and I was right, his nipples were hard and erect against my palms. He continued sucking on me, most of my dick in his mouth, not moving.
He reached up to hold the base of my cock with one hand and unbuttoned his shirt with the other. I pushed his shirt open, and was surprised to see that he had huge nipples, big areola and big nubs. They almost looked like breasts, because he had a large chest and a smaller torso.
I fondled them, and he moaned softly around my cock. I pulled it out of his mouth and he let go. He was still maintaining eye contact. I pulled down my shorts some more, down to mid-thigh so my ass was exposed. I held up my dick (I probably didn’t need to, because I was so hard) and without being asked, he licked my balls, with the flat of his tongue.
I looked down at this ah beng guy, probably about twenty although he looked older, licking my balls, his shirt open, and then he moved his hands up and squeezed and rubbed his pecs. So much for being a stud - he looked so slutty servicing me.
Just then I heard the “ding” of the lift, probably on the floor above or below mine, but I didn’t want to take the risk of being discovered. (This happened at my old place, which wasn’t so hidden from the lift landing.)
I stepped back, pulled up my shorts, and turned to unlock the grille gate and then the door. Both of stepped inside, and I stepped back to close the door behind us, turning the latch to lock the door.
“Wah, your house damn nice,” he said. I noticed that his shirt still was hanging open, and I stepped behind him to fondle his chest, wrapping my arms around him in the process. He moaned, girlishly, almost sighing.
I tried not to let that bother me, and slipped my hands down to his crotch. He quickly undid his pants, and I had to let go of him because he peeled them off and dropped them to around his ankles. He stood back up, and I put my hands back around him, on his ample chest, and noticed that he was wearing a white thong, which made his ass look really good, round and large, with a bit of a bulge in the front. I slipped my hands down again, and rubbed against it. It wasn’t large, and when I put a hand down the front of his pants (cue more moaning) I found that he was not exactly hung. Uncut, and hard as a rock, and wet at the tip, and I could feel a fairly full bush above his dick.
I really wasn’t excited by the porno moaning, especially since he sounded like a bottom … not surprised, I guess, since he was young, and he probably thought that was what he should do. I fondled his ass - big, but firm globes. Very nice.
He very obligingly bent over the dining table, since it was close to the front door in this condo, and he’d stopped next to it when he stepped into the house. I pulled aside the string of his thong, and that’s when I smelled it.
“You never clean, ah?” I said.
“Clean what?” he said, turning back to look at me.
Fuck, this guy was a noob, who’d gotten lucky before maybe.
“Strip, and come with me,” I said, and took him into the bathroom. I left him there and grabbed my douche from my bedroom. There followed a fairly challenging hour or so while I taught him how to clean out his ass to be fucked. He wasn’t much smaller soft than he was hard, and he wasn’t that big to start with; if he was gay I’d have said he was a bottom, but since he said he was straight (but experimenting) I guess it didn’t matter.
To his credit, he obeyed me explicitly, and didn’t seem at all embarassed. After he’d finished, I left him alone to shower, and then after that I got naked and joined him in there.
He got turned on when that happened, and he got very submissive - at one point, kneeling on the bathroom floor to suck me while I stroked his hair, the shower spraying on his back.
Once we were clean, we went into my bedroom to play - lying on the bed, lots of kissing, and cuddling, and then I moved him to the chaise (it was in my bedroom in those days) so I could bend him over and see myself in the floor-standing mirror at the end. Took my time, now that he was clean, rimmed him thoroughly and then lubed and fingered him to loosen him up. I actually got him to make more manly noises, and when he was good and ready, I gloved up, and pushed in.
He loved it, took it like a man, and I started slow, going in deep and pulling out, before switching up to a more steady rhythmic pump. I was horny, so I fucked him faster and harder after a while, which he liked even more. I actually stopped and let him back up on me a bit, which he did with great urgency. I flipped him on his back, and made him spread his legs: let me see the muscles of his stomach tensing and relaxing as he held his legs up. I could feel the tension in his legs, too, when I held him up, and then I put one leg on my shoulder. I held his cock with my free hand, and jacked it, using the dribble of precum to lubricate the head when I pulled back his foreskin.
He gasped and groaned, fully hard - I think I was hitting his spot. He grunted and without warning shot out, a thick load that dribbled down my hand. Without thinking about it, I put my hand to his mouth and fed him his own jizz, and leaned forward at the same time to increase my pace. My own breathing got ragged and I was grunting like an animal, and he said, “cum on my face”.
Too much porn, but who am I to complain? I got very close to finishing, and then pulled out and moved by his head. He opened his mouth and shut his mouth, when I snapped off the condom and started jacking my cock. I am proud to say that I shot out quite a load, straight into his mouth, and after I did that, I fed him my cock so he could suck on me a bit, which he did quite expertly - I let him sit up, and he did a good job cleaning me up, taking me all the way into his mouth.
He went to the shower to clean up, while I cleaned up the bedroom and came out and got dressed. I was still nude when he kissed me goodbye. Didn’t ask for another meetup (which I would probably have declined) but it was fun, I have to admit.
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