Versub1995

Longterm reader, first time poster, here goes! A few years ago, I’m at home again, playing with myself. I’m 22, 6’3, keep pretty fit, and pretty much horny all the time. My bf at the time is 10 years my senior, stud of a guy who is all top and I love it. Mostly. Anyway, bf is working nightshift and I’m there at home stroking my 8 inch thick uncut piece. I love taking bf’s load, but lately I’ve been thinking about using a nice ass. I redownload grindr for the 50th time, and I start talking to a few guys, mostly blank profiles like me, all fantasy. This blank profile, not too far away hits me up with the headline “young” and no stats. He says he’s 18, horny for some anon dick tonight. My cock springs to attention at the thought and I tell him so. Like usual, I start to make up an excuse and finish my wank but tonight something snaps. Fuck it, I need ass every now and then, right? I ask him where he is. No surprises he can’t host and I say I can’t either - fucking in my partner’s bed seems one step too far. He says he knows a place and give me an address. Too horned up by this point I chuck on some shorts and a t-shirt and before I know it I’m in my car. A few condoms from my single days are in the glovebox, and I tuck them in my shorts in case he forgets to bring some. I’m physically shaking - from the adrenaline, the fear of what I’m doing or something else I don’t know - but my dick is aching and I know it’s in charge. Within 6 minutes I’m parked near the address he gave me. It’s warm suburban night and by the starlight I can see a new age church building, it almost looks like a daycare building from the outside. Nobody is around and I wait 4, 5, 6 minutes until a shadow starts walking swiftly up that side of the street. I slip out of my car as I know it must be him. He walks up close to me and without speaking, starts leading me down the side of the brick building. I follow him wordlessly, wondering how many times he might have led guys down the same alley. We reach the far side of the building, still with only starlight showing the way, and without ceremony he drops to his knees and grabs hold of my cock through my shorts. I’m immediately rock hard, tenting in my shorts as he goes right for my waistband, pulling down shorts and underwear all at once. He sucks the head desperately, and I know he must have been horny for hours like myself. Now I’m not the biggest fan of getting blown, but I must admit the sight of his mouth wrapped around my big head and trying to get more of it in his throat is fun to see. He’s actually cuter than I thought he’d be - short dark hair underneath his hoodie, from what I can tell a mostly hairless body, and a hunger for cock which makes it all the more hot. All thoughts of my bf busy working the nightshift are banished from my head. After a few minutes, he stands, turns and pushes his own shorts down for me. Now I’m not much of a top at this point but standing up his ass is already inches from my glistening cockhead. I start rubbing it down the valley between his two gorgeous buttcheeks, our shorts both slowly pooling by out feet. I reach with my fingers and find his boyhole, tight but slicked with the unmistakeable hint of lube. He hadn’t come to fuck around. Without thinking, I start pressing harder, sure this boy couldn’t take my thick rod without my explicit trying. I’m just rubbing it, right? A tight boy couldn’t take me with no more lube than his own prelubed hole? It slips in and I take a breath in. He doesn’t stop, continuing to gently rock in time to my tentative thrusts. Another inch, two, and like a spell broken I realise I am fucking this boy. His warm hole feels amazing against the night air and my hands fall gently on his hips as the rocking continues. He lets out the faintest moan but otherwise the night is silent, the wall of the church hiding us from the street just yards away. The gentle rocking slowly intensifies as I work to push my cock deeper inside his welcoming hole. I know I shouldn’t but I’m here and I can tell this is what the boy wanted. I lift his shirt and feel his smooth warm skin as I start to bottom out in him. He bends over slightly more as his balls start to rub against mine on each coming thrust. Having not topped in close to a year I know I won’t last long, and I start to feel my legs shake from bending slightly and holding his weight. I whisper to him how good it feels and that I’m close and he replies, “don’t stop, don’t stop”. I’m not going to. Our pace has quickened as the full length of my thick tool is sawing in and out of him on every stroke. He moans again, louder this time, forgetting how close we are to the neighbours and how still the night is. I can’t help it, his ass feels so good and as I feel my orgasm build I want to let it go. I lift his shirt up again and slam into him, slower, as I fill him up with what must be a big amount of cum. He squirms underneath me as I let the last spasms of my dick go, deep inside his velvet ass. And that’s it - immediately disgusted at myself and aware of where we are I pull out, not caring if he came or wanted to cum. Before long I’m home, vigorously showered, with the culprit shorts and underwear already in the washer. I won’t do it again, I won’t. Mostly.