The first thing I noticed when I stepped into his bedroom was a tube of lube and the condom on his night stand. Clearly, he had wanted me to come over. The room was dimly lit as the shades to the windows were drawn. He had a king sized bed that was made up with a yellow cotton bedspread. He reached over and pulled the bedspread off the bed, exposing the black sheet below. He was was moving quickly, his erect cock bouncing as he moved around the room. As I glanced around his bedroom, he had several explicit pieces of artwork hanging on the walls. They were quite erotic, with a slight mix of what felt like leather and aggressive gay sex.
As I glanced over to his dresser, there were several items on top that caused me to get a bit concerned. There was a flesh-colored cock-shaped dildo, a couple of black butt plugs of various sizes, a blindfold, and a what appeared to be a ball gag and long black silk ropes. Was this what he meant about wanting more than vanilla? He hadn’t really mentioned this extreme play in our chatting. I think he saw my reaction and anxiety level come back, and he quickly told me that he was into all kinds of things, but knew I wasn’t ready for such things….yet. His use of the word yet, made me realize that he was going to be patient with me, but already possibly saw this being more than a one-time hook-up.
He was standing on the other side of the bed and asked me to join him in it. I laid down, moving myself to the middle of the bed as he joined me there and we resumed kissing, his hands again moving across my body, a bit rougher and with more purpose. He moved to be on top of me, extending my arms out, feeling my chest, squeezing my nipples, kissing my neck, putting his tongue in my ear. His legs moved to separate mine to either side of him. He clearly was getting into this, his cock was once again rather erect. I needed to get out of my head and enjoy the physical touch, taste, smell of what I was experiencing. He then reached down and took off the cockring I was wearing, saying something about me not needing it. He placed it on the nightstand, as he took off the one he was wearing off too.
As he did, he moved his chest up towards my mouth, telling me to lick his hard nipples. I took them in my mouth, sucked and licked them, nibbling on them a little. He loved the feeling, and his moans affirmed that I was so far providing him enjoyment. He then raised himself up, straddling my chest, my arms to my side. He was so hot looking, as I looked up to see him above me. His cock, dripping pre-cum was right in front of my mouth. As I went to pull my arm away to grab his manhood with my hand, he tightened his legs together and said I didn’t need to use my hands. He moved up on my chest, his cock now pressing against my chin. He smelled awesome, he was nicely trimmed, and his ballsack, which was shaved smooth, was big. Okay, I thought. This is what you wanted, this is what you needed. It was time to step up and move away from fantasy to reality.
I opened my mouth, as he tilted his hips forward. His cock filling my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, the sweetness of his pre-cum hitting my tongue. He pushed further, his shaft running along my tongue, as his beautiful cock moved deeper into my mouth, now moving to the back of my throat. There it was, he hit my gag reflect as he pushed his cock down my throat further. As I gagged, my tongue pressed against the firmness of his member, my lips were at the base of his shaft. I expected him to pull back, but he didn’t. He liked having his cock down my throat, being worked by my tongue, my arms pinned to my side. He pulled back just enough for me to get air before thrusting himself again down my throat, the weight of his body increasing, driving his thick seven inches even deeper. I felt my eye being to water, as his cock continued to strike my gag reflex, causing me to gag loudly. My gagging only seemed to turn him on more and he became verbal in his comments of how he liked my mouth on him. I remember asking myself in that moment, did I really like having a man’s cock being forced down my throat? As I tasted more and more of his cock flesh mixed with his pre-cum, I told myself that I didn’t just like it, I loved it.
He continued his onslaught into my mouth. His enjoyment clearly being spoken to me. He unstraddled me, and stood by the side of the bed, pulling me to the edge of the bed, my head upside down as he plunged his cock once again down my throat. His cock hit down further in my throat, I was beyond gagging, I was producing a thick phlegm in reaction to his cock filling my throat. The thick spit started spurting out whenever he pulled out to give me air. The more I spurted, the more he pressed deep into me. He gave me a rest, and began to fuck my wet, dripping mouth with shorter, quicker thrusts, my tongue able to taste and feel him better. He said he loved fucking my mouth, that he knew I would be an eager cocksucker and that I was doing an awesome job at taking his large dick. He stopped, and fell onto the bed with his knees hanging off the bed and said to get on the floor in front of him. I moved to the floor kneeling between his legs. He lifted his nutsack and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me onto its velvety flesh.
I began to lick and bathe his nutsack, feeling his big balls with my tongue, licking and taking as much in my mouth as possible. He pulled his legs up more, providing easier access to his nutsack. He tasted awesome, his manly smell equally arousing. He shifted his position, and pulled his legs back more, his cock and balls now above his hairy hole. I had never licked a guy’s hole before. I was about to mention my lack of experience, when he drove my head into his musky hairy ass, telling me to eat him, and eat him good. Did I really want to experience my mouth and tongue on some guy’s asshole? I answered my own question as a began to eat his ass like I have eaten pussy all my life. He loved having my tongue around his hole, his pressure on my head pushing me on to it was a real turn on to him and me. I stuck my tongue into his hole and the pungent metallic taste was nothing like I had ever tasted before. I sat there on my knees, and ate his ass. He could tell I enjoyed it, as his grip on my head was replaced by me wrapping my arms around my his legs, and driving myself into his hole on my own.
He liked to talk dirty while his stiff cock was in my mouth. He would ask me if I liked having his cock in my mouth, or did I like eating his ass. He would provide small accolades as I worked over his cock, balls and ass. Each time he spoke, he began to use more and more descriptive language until he asked me if I liked being a cock whore. I told him I did. He said that he could tell. He loved my naivety, but also my eagerness to be physical without pulling away. He asked if I wanted his cum. I said I did. He asked me if I wanted it all over my face, or did I want to be fed my well deserved protein lunch. I told him I was hungry and he laughed.
He stood up, with me on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth with his fingers. He pushed his cock into me and said to enjoy my meal. He held me to him, but allowed me to stroke him, take him at my pace, work on his cock as he spoke to me about him feeding me his cum. I was in a frenzy, sucking him, licking him, stroking him. He started to pull my head closer to him and then pushed me on to his throbbing cock as he exploded his thick cum into my mouth. I latched on to his cock like his cum was my only nourishment. He exploded again, his cum beginning to fill my mouth, it’s saltiness hitting my taste buds. He exploded again, and again, and again, until it felt like my mouth would begin to leak his juice. As he pulled his cock from me, I swirled my tongue in his man juice, it coated my tongue, my teeth, my mouth. It tasted awesome, and like the good cocksucker I had been for him, I swallowed him into myself, coating my abused throat with his cum.
He dropped to the bed as I licked his cock, trying to gather any additional juice that I could have missed. After a few moments, he asked me if I wanted to come back later after work. I told him that I did. I wanted to be fucked by him, I wanted him to use the items that were on his dresser on me. He laughed and said that I might just be the cock whore that he had been looking for on that app. He told me that I needed to be patient, I needed to gain some experience before we moved to things he really liked, else I wouldn’t come back.
I returned to the sun room and got dressed to go back to work. He stood there talking, having put a new pair of AussieBum underwear on. The underwear accentuated his bulge. He could see me notice, and his cock began to react. He laughed and as he walked me to the door, he slapped me on my ass and said he looked forward to stretching my ass and hearing me moan as he pushed his cock into me. That I need not be afraid, he would go slow because he wanted all 7 inches of his dick inside of me. I am pretty sure I blushed a bit.
I drove back to the office. I couldn’t really focus on anything. Would I really go back after work? Was I ready for such an experience of being fucked by such a big cock? Was he serious about wanting me to come back? The answers to those questions were answered when I received an email from him. He wanted to make sure I was okay, no regrets or anything. I responded that I was good. He then asked me what time I could be over to his place. As my cock started to stiffen and my hole began to twitch, I typed, I could be back over around 6pm.
He typed back, “Good, fuck you then” with a smiley face.