BurnAfterReading17

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I hear you there. That's one of the reasons I try to chat as much as possible with a guy before meeting up. The guys looking to use me as a hole will bail after a few back-and-forth questions. The guys who continue tend to be a bit more genuine. Still...can't trust anyone but me, and that voice in the back of my head gets real quiet when the tip of a bare cock starts pushing into my hole. I've been lucky. The only thing I've caught from another guy was a seasonal cold. When I was in my early 20s and still in my "I don't kiss guys, that's gay" phase of discovering myself. Turns out, I will let a hot guy kiss me, and I caught a cold. Though it could've been from anyone on the subway or in my everyday life, but I blamed him and never hooked up with him again, and I was even more conscious of swapping fluids with guys I don't know.

I still try to play safe when it's just a random hookup. I don't trust people, especially when they show up looking even the least bit different than their pictures. But...a couple of margaritas, perhaps a weed gummy, the heat of the moment... I still fall for it even after reading the stories and hearing all the lines. The problem is twofold, the big one being I'm horny. The second is that I've had guys keep to what they are proposing. When you meet up with a guy who really does "just want a blow job" and leaves with just a blow job. A guy that is more of a side, and jerking off while teasing my hole really does get him off. Of course, the gentlemen who pushed in for one or two strokes bare and then put on a condom and kept it on through orgasm have all messed with my internal coding to be trusting. Ironically, because it feels good, those guys who "got their cookie and then wanted a glass of milk" didn't mess with my internal coding to be less trusting...so I can't explain it.

I feel like this should be the first time with every new partner unless specifically asked for something different. Like, this should be the default.

Man, oh man, if you can't even mention that someone had a *crush* when they were under 18...this world has gone mad.

Probably because it's based on a true story, all of my stories are. I used to write my own experiences on Reddit and people would comment or DM me to tell me their "similar story" and it inspired me to write their stories. That's what I don't understand about the "flag" on Patreon. I'm glad you liked it, though.

No problem, i love this site. I wish I could get kickbacks for posting stories here instead of patreon... but, no such luck. It's funny though, this story is more on the innocent side compared to some of my other stories, but this one keeps getting flagged for review for some reason.

[This story keeps getting flagged on my Patreon as against their overly strict policies, so now it's yours for free] My attraction to Gunnar started the second I realized he was gay. I was 16, and my parents insisted I get a summer job. My favorite aunt hooked me up with a job in the shipping and receiving department at her plumbing supply store. Gunnar was 26 at the time. Standing 6’2”, easily 220 lbs, pure muscle, all man. His firm handshake, his booming voice, his scruffy trimmed beard, the entire package was like a wet dream for me. When I realized we’d be working closely together all day, every day, I no longer cared that my summer vacation was going to be working in a dark, cold stock room. At this point in my self-discovery process, I hadn’t developed a gaydar, though his always perfectly groomed hair and well-put-together outfits should’ve been a ping on my gaydar since most guys that look like he does ooze toxic masculinity. I thought he was supposed to dress nice because he was in charge of our department and often took meetings with “higher-ups.” Turns out, he could've been dressed in a t-shirt and jeans like I do every day. I found out he’s gay when he was pulling up an email to show me about the 4th of July schedule, and he fat-fingered the screen, and it flipped over to his already open Grindr account. He swiped it away quickly with a “Oh, sorry” and then went on to show me the email. Which I couldn’t focus on at all because of my weeks of jerking off thinking about what he might look like naked or how amazing it would be to lose my virginity to him; it all turned out to be a possibility all of a sudden. It took every fiber of my being to will my dick to stay down through that conversation as I stood there, staring through his phone as if I were reading the email, but I was really inhaling his scent and going through my head to see what I missed that would have outed him sooner. Did I miss him flirting with me? I’m not proud of myself, but that night, I downloaded Grindr to check out his profile. It was tricky; I turned off my location settings and had a blank profile because I was kinda scared of Grindr. I wasn’t out yet and didn’t want Grindr to be how I got outed. I waited for him to go into a meeting before I opened my account and was disappointed. He wasn’t online. It took a few weeks of sneaking peaks at my phone at work before he finally popped up on my grid. When I saw what was obviously his torso as the nearest square, I had a panic and quickly locked my phone. I realize he couldn’t see me seeing him, but it felt like when you sneak a peek at the guy next to you in the urinal. You can only glance; you can’t stare. I did rush off to the bathroom, though, and started studying his profile. 6’2”, 225lbs, top, hung, “looking for friends and more,” and the pics had my dick bricked up in a lightning-fast reaction. The torso pic was terrific, he is so fit it’s almost offensive. I’m in good shape, I’m on the baseball team when in school, so it keeps me in good shape; plus, I get to see the rest of the jocks in my school in their athletic cups, and…Jesus, I’m a pervert. His second pic was him in a speedo on a beach somewhere; the bulge in his swim brief was not helping my erection go down. His third pic was him and two guys wearing some kind of hiking clothes, all of their muscles also bulging out of their shirts. That made me feel, on top of the obvious reasons, like he wouldn’t be into me even if I told him I was also into guys. The following school year, I came out to my friends and then my family. I still didn’t come out to Gunnar, though. I don’t know why. When spring rolled around, I finally messaged him on Grindr one night when he was still on my grid and I was at home in my bedroom. We got to chatting. I am not proud of this either, but when he asked me for a pic, I sent him a pic of someone else who looked older than me but not so handsome that it would seem fake. Thankfully, he believed me. I told him I was in town for work and staying with family, so I couldn’t guarantee a meetup. At first, he was pretty stand-off; his responses were pretty short. Sometime around midnight, though, he seemed to be on the prowl. Gunnar: are you able to sneak away from your family? Me: I don’t think so. I’m kinda stuck here. Gunnar: damn, that’s a shame. Me: Why? Gunnar: I’m fucking horny. My dick was so hard in my boxers it snaked itself out of the fly and demanded my attention. I tip-toed to the bedroom door and locked it quietly. Then, I slowly stroked myself while continuing the conversation with him. Me: Yeah, me too. Gunnar: you top or bottom? I hadn’t really thought about it. I hadn’t even jerked off with another guy; how could I know? Do I need to know before I have sex with a guy? I quickly looked at his profile again, seeing that he had prominently displayed himself as a “Top” and responded. Me: Bottom, I guess. Gunnar: Verse is cool, but I only top. Me: Cool. Gunnar: how long has it been? Me: What do you mean? Gunnar: Since you last got fucked. My heart was thumping out of my chest. I don’t know what the correct answer is. I have no idea how often guys have sex. I jerk off every night, multiple times in a day, if I have the house to myself. Me: Last night I sent it, hoping that was the correct answer. Gunnar: Oh, how was it? Fuck, I don’t know, was it shitty? Was it great? What’s the answer that keeps this conversation going? Me: It was ok. Gunnar: lol, not all tops care if their bottom is satisfied. Me: Do you care? Gunnar: Depends on the bottom and what they are looking for. Me: How so? Gunnar: If he just wants to be a hole for me to throw it in, I’ll just nut and leave. If he wants to get fucked and wants to cum, I’ll fuck the cum out of him lol That was it. I was shooting my load onto my stomach, and it was already my second load tonight, but it was still a big one, thanks to Gunnar. I cleaned it up as quickly as possible to get back to the conversation. Me: I think I’m the second guy hahaha Gunnar: did the guy from last night fuck the cum out of you? Me: No Gunnar: Come over to my place and I’ll make sure you cum 😉 My sore dick was getting hard again. Me: I wish, but I can’t. Gunnar: still sore from last night? Me: sore? Gunnar: lol, oh, was he small? I didn’t understand why I would be sore. What does size have to do with soreness? Me: Yes. I fired off my response, again hoping it was the right answer. Gunnar: Can you handle big dicks? My heart was pounding out of my chest as I typed out my response. Me: How big? Gunnar: 8.5” cut, hbu? Another drop of precum oozed from the head of my cock as I slowly jerked myself off again. Me: I’m almost 7” Gunnar: Trade pics? I jumped out of bed and took a pic of my dick; I was about to send it when I realized I shouldn’t, just in case he sees me at the urinal or something since I have a distinct birthmark just below the tip that’s shaped like a bean. Plus, my body is a bit more like a twink than the pic I already sent him, so it wouldn’t match. I quickly found a pic on Google that looked like it could be attached to that body and sent it to him. An anguishing minute passed before he double-tapped the image for a fire emoji, and then, the most significant thing that could happen in my life happened; he sent me a dick pic—eight and a half inches of muscular-looking dick in my screen. In the pic, he was so hard, he was oozing precum, his dick had visible veins that were bulging, and he looked to be in that state of horniness where it would be painful to push down on your dick. I was in awe. Precum was oozing from my dick looking at it. My brain was melting with this information; I mean…Gunnar’s dick was in a pic in my hand…how could I possibly handle this CIA-level intel? I double-tapped the image and waited for his response. It didn’t take long. Gunnar: Can I see your ass? Fuck. I went on Google again, found a pic that looked about right for the body I sent him earlier, and fired it off to him. Gunnar: Hot! Gunnar: I love a smooth ass! Gunnar: You like getting your ass eaten? Another question I didn’t know the answer to. The closest I’ve had to getting my ass eaten was when I dropped my finger down below my balls during a masturbation session. It was pretty good, but…what is that compared to getting my ass eaten? Me: Yeah Gunnar: Can I eat your ass? My heart was about to explode in my chest. Me: yeah Gunnar: After I eat your ass, can I push the tip of my dick in? This mental image was almost enough to send me over the edge for a third time tonight as I continued to stroke my dick. Me: If you want to Gunnar: Oh I want to. Might want to push in a little deeper too 😉 Me: That might be ok Gunnar: Might be? How deep would be pushing the limit? I didn’t understand but made a guess. Me: A few inches? Gunnar: Mmmm, a few inches would be nice. How deep can I get before you make me wrap up? Or do you like to play bare? I kind of understood this one. I have been secretly watching gay porn online since I was 12. I know what bare means. I also took a health class and understand the need for safe sex. This was just fantasy, and with Gunnar, so I played along. Me: How deep do you want to go? Gunnar: Well…if I get to choose, I’m going 8.5 inches deep lol Me: And then? Gunnar: And then I’ll pull out to the tip and thrust balls deep again and again until you tell me I have to pull out and put on a condom lol Me: What happens if I don’t? Gunnar: You know 😈 I thought about it for a second. Me: You’ll pull out and jerk off on my dick, like in porn? Gunnar: lol, if you want, but if I’m fuckin you bare…I’m probably going to bust inside you. I blew my load all over my stomach for a third time tonight. Most of it pooling in my pubes and dribbling down my fist, but my nuts were drained and sore for the night. I quickly cleaned up, tossing my cum rag into the wash bin and pulling up my boxers. Me: That’s hot. I must have taken too long to respond in my cleanup process because he didn’t show as online and didn’t respond. I eventually passed out. I spent the next few weeks fantasizing about him and the pics he sent me. It was tough at work, knowing what was under his clothes and knowing intimate details about this stallion who would toss around boxes as heavy as me with little to no effort. Ugh... When school started back up in the fall, I had to stop working my job per my parents' rules, so I wasn’t able to keep in touch with Gunnar. When summer rolled around again, I begged my aunt to take me back on for summer help, and she did; unfortunately, Gunnar had transferred to a management position in a different department, so I only saw him in passing and never saw him online anymore. I did see him at the company barbecue with his boyfriend. Which made sense, a stud like Gunnar wouldn’t be on the apps for long. Of course, his boyfriend was gym-fit just like he is, with at least a hundred pounds more muscle than I have. I never felt more like a twink than when Gunnar introduced me to his guy. Since I turned 18 at the beginning of summer, I started looking at the apps more seriously. I had some guys offer to take my virginity even though they assumed I was underage; I even met up with some for “fun.” Which, at first, was just jerking off in the woods close enough that our dicks sometimes bumped into each other. Then I moved on to jerking them off and letting them jerk me off. I did stop for a while when I let a guy jerk me off from behind; he said it was a better angle for him to stroke me, and he stood behind me, reaching around to stroke me, which did feel really good at first. When he started sliding his bare cock up and down my ass crack, I got so nervous that he was going to try and push it in that I quickly pulled up my shorts and ran off. When I got home, I jerked off furiously, blowing my load all over my abs, but then scolded myself for putting myself in a position like that, where a stranger could’ve forced himself into me. I did find a friend my own age who was into jerking off together, but then when I tried to take it a step further and jerk each other off, he let me stroke him, but as soon as he blew his load, he had a bit of a freakout, pulling up his pants and underwear without even cleaning up and ran away. We never talked about it again, but he also never let himself be alone with me after that, which made me feel kinda shitty. Near the end of summer, I had all but given up on losing my virginity before college started. When the annual company barbecue rolled around, I snuck a beer, poured it into a cup, and got myself pretty tipsy off that beer. I never drink or smoke or anything like that. I was having a lot of fun, and when I saw Gunnar across the park, I went to say hi. I barely got a handshake or a smile out of him before someone important came up and stole him away from me. I went and planted myself at a picnic table and sipped my second beer for the night. I was feeling pretty horny, which wasn’t new for me, but what was new was the confidence I got from the beer I had in my system. The beer was like magic in a way that it turned down that voice in the back of my head that told me all the ways it was dangerous to meet up with guys on Grindr and the even louder voice that kept telling me I should wait until I "found someone special" to lose my virginity to. I changed my photo to an actual photo of my headless torso, which I’ll admit was pretty good compared to a lot of the guys on here. I have defined abs and a muscular ass that pops out of my 31" waist. Not much body hair, though, which makes me feel like it might be a little too feminine for some guys. I only had hair in a trimmed bush around my cock, barely any on my balls, and mostly hairless on my ass too. I post one pic of me in my boxers and one in my athletic cup to emphasize I am a jock and not a femboy. Then, I changed the header to “4Now” and put “mostly virgin looking to change that” in my description. Scrolling through, I tapped every guy on my grid who looked to be under 30 and hot enough that I didn’t think it would matter that I didn’t have an emotional connection with them to lose my virginity to them. I chugged the rest of my now third beer and walked back to the table where I was sneaking them from. There were a few people around, but no one was policing the beer. Of course, my aunt walked up just as I was about to grab more. I decided it was too risky. “Jonathan?” A booming voice called out from behind me, making me jump as though I was caught with a beer in hand. I turned to see Gunnar, “Oh shit, man, you scared me,” I chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand. “Sorry, I got pulled away earlier and didn’t get to say hi. How are you? Your aunt told me you just graduated?” He smiled at me as he looked down at me. I didn’t realize how taller he was than me. He must be at least a foot taller, and his muscles are even bigger than the pictures I’ve been jerking off to for the last two years. “Oh yeah, finally moving on to bigger and better things,” I joked, looking around at the group of people I had been working with all summer. He chuckled, “Yeah, what are you going to school for?” “I’m thinking business management, maybe economics, not really sure, but I’m going to GW, and they have a lot of great options,” I crossed my arms, trying to subtly flex my biceps as I did. He reached into the bin, cracked open a beer, and sipped, “Well, that sounds like fun. When do you ship out?” “In three weeks,” I shrugged, staring at his beer like a thirsty puppy. He looked around, his eyebrows knitted together, and a devilish grin came across his face. He lowered his voice and asked, “How many have you had?” My eyes went wide, “Huh?” He grinned even wider, “Uh-uh, don’t play dumb; I’ve seen that look before,” he chuckled. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’ve only had two,” I omitted the third I just finished off. He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it’s free…and not my problem,” he shook his head. “I’d stick to the light beer, though, wouldn't want to lose those abs your freshmen year, you’ll never get them back,” He winked. “Is that how you’ve kept yours?” I heard the words slip out of my mouth before I remembered there was no way I could know how he looked shirtless. But how would he know what I look like shirtless? His eyes fixed on me, he cocked his head to the side and then slowly brought it back to level, and I saw his face go from thinking to trying to pivot out of this conversation, and it softened, “I’ve seen it happen to too many guys, the freshmen fifteen goes right to the gut,” an eyebrow went up as he looked me up and down slowly. Then he sipped his drink, and I swear he licked his lips in slow motion. “John,” I heard my aunt call my name across the park and waved me over. I turned back to Gunnar, “I’m being summoned.” He chuckled, “I’ll leave a beer, accidentally, on that table in the corner for you,” he whispered before giving me a bro hug that nearly melted my brain. He pulled me into his muscular chest, and his manly scent filled my nostrils. I didn’t want to let go, but if I didn’t, I’d have sprung a boner, so I let go and pulled away. “Thanks,” I said as I started jogging toward my aunt. Once I had finished chatting with her and the head of my department, who took over when Gunnar transferred, I tried to find him, but he was gone. He did leave a beer for me, so I chugged it down. I pulled Grindr back out and had a few messages, a few of them just dick pics, but some asking for details of what I wanted to do tonight and where. I also noticed my pinned conversation with Gunnar had a green light for the first time in a while. I looked around the park to make sure he wasn’t around me and then clicked on his profile. He was 300 feet away. He had an updated photo showing off his pecs. I had to message him. Me: Hey, long time no talk to. Gunnar: Sorry, I deleted my messages a while back. Refresh my memory. I don't recognize your pics. Oh fuck, I forgot I changed my profile to *me* since I last chatted with him. I felt a rush. Mostly to my dick, but my heart was pounding pretty fast as I typed back. Me: Oh, no worries, it’s been a while. Gunnar: You’re 18? And a virgin? The bubble popped up to let me know he was the most recent person to check out my profile. Me: Lol, yeah. I cringed, a part of me hoping he would block me for being such a loser. Gunnar: Well, we definitely didn’t meet up, I would’ve remembered not taking your virginity, especially wearing that jock strap. My dick twitched in my underwear. Me: It’s the cup I wear when playing baseball, but, yeah, we never met up. I felt relieved my virginity didn’t scare him off. However, I was growing increasingly nervous that he would pop up behind me as some sort of “gotcha” because I’d been [banned word] on him for the last two years. Gunnar: I see that, makes it hard to tell how big you are underneath 🍆 Holy shit, was he asking me to send him a dick pic? Ok, play it cool. Gunnar: though the bulge in these boxers is a good indicator you’re above average. That made my dick hard instantly. I looked around again, making sure he wasn’t around and seeing me message him back. Me: Well, you’ll have to pull my boxers down to find out 😉 Gunnar: Are you asking me to take your virginity? Oh fuck, is he offering? What if he finds out it's me and…rejects me? Me: Are you offering? I thought I was going to faint from the anticipation of his response. My heart rate must have been at dangerous levels, even with the beer calming the rest of my nerves. Gunnar: It would be an honor and a privilege. 🫡 I nearly blew my load in my pants reading that. Me: When and where? Gunnar sent his address and added: when are you free? I’m stuck at a work thing for another hour, but I’ll be home by 7. My hands were shaking as I typed out: 7:30 it is. Then I closed out the app as if being offline somehow made it so he couldn’t change his mind. I reached down into my pants, pulled my 7” cut dick up into the waistband, chugged my beer, and looked for the best way to sneak out without anyone realizing I had left early. I made it home and took a good shit and hot shower, soaping myself up the best I could. The beer was making me feel weird but in a good way. I slipped on some clean boxers, a tight black t-shirt, and some skinny jeans, slipped on my vans, and did some pushups and situps to make sure I was looking my best. I even put on some cologne I was gifted for Christmas that I never use. I tossed some microfiber paste into my hair, giving it that touseled purposely look, my natural blonde highlights getting more prominent as the paste darkens the sandy brown hair underneath. I opened the app, he hadn’t said anything new and wasn’t online. I looked at the address; it was a thirty-minute walk, but I could make it in ten easy if I took my bike. I jumped on my bike and peddled across town, taking every shortcut I could, and decided to park my bike at a rack not far from Gunnar’s apartment building. I didn’t want him to see me ride up on my bike like I was some sort of child. I walked up to his house, nervous as fuck and terrified he was going to open the door, see it's me, and get pissed. I had to try, though. I knocked. Heard the massive man walking to the door, opening it in just a towel and damp hair. He grinned, looking me up and down, shook his head, saying, “Ok,” and held the door for me to walk in. I didn’t hesitate. My tight t-shirt was sticking to my torso from my ride over, and my red plaid boxers were riding up out of the top of my jeans; I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my clothes as my dick started getting hard from the smell of his apartment. It was like a concentrated version of his scent, and I was in heaven. I didn’t know if I should sit or what, but when I heard the chain lock slide in the bar, I turned to see his naked, jacked torso as he slowly walked toward me. “I had a feeling that was you,” he smiled, putting his hands on my hips. “You did?” I squeaked out, looking up at him. He huffed and grinned. “Yeah, you’ve been checking me out since I met you. It was not subtle,” his smirk widened. “It wasn’t?” my smile grew to show teeth. He pulled me into him, my crotch pushing against his as his hands groped my ass, and he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t my first kiss with another guy, but holy fuck; it unlocked something in me that could never be put back in the box. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tippy toes as I practically hung from his neck like a monkey. He wrapped his toned arms around me, feeling up and down my back as his tongue explored my mouth, and his hands felt every ridge of my body, focusing on my ass. He broke our kiss and grabbed my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. I kicked off my shoes as we went. His bedroom had dim but warm lighting, and his manly scent only got stronger. He closed the bedroom door behind us and spun around, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off my body in the smoothest motion. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue wrestling with mine as his hands worked the buttons on my jeans and pushed them down. He got them halfway down my thighs, almost pulling my boxers down with them, but the tent in the front kept them from going down. He pushed me down onto the bed on my back. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he worked my jeans and socks off. I could see his muscled leg sneak out the slit in his towel, which, to my frustration, was still tightly wrapped around his waist as he dropped to his knees between my legs. He hooked his fingers in my boxers, “Is this ok?” I nodded quickly. The room was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my throat. I tried to focus on something other than what was happening so I didn't jizz as soon as my cock sprang free as he pulled gently down, and I lifted my ass to help, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband with a thud of precum and hard dick hitting my abs as my boxers pooled at my ankles. His hands massaged my legs, up my thighs, and then my crotch, barely letting his thumbs caress my balls, teasing and massaging me, helping me relax as I watched unblinking, waiting for him to take this to the next level. He grinned, kissing my thigh from the knee to my crotch; his five o’clock shadow tickled my ball sack. The heat of his head sends waves of pleasure through my body. Then to frustrate me some more, he skipped my cock and went to the other leg, again kissing my thigh from knee to crotch. I felt precum forcing its way out the head of my painfully hard dick as I made it bounce for him, hoping to draw his attention to it. As he sucked on my inner thigh and his scruff rubbed my soft, mostly untouched skin, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. He pulled back, rubbing my thighs again, giving a deep tissue massage; it felt so good; I had never had anyone massage me like this, and it damn near made me explode. He smiled at me, “What do you want next?” “Umm…” I squeaked, cleared my throat, and lowered my voice an octave, “Whatever you want to do?” He chuckled, leaning in; he licked the drops of precum on the tip of my cock, barely letting his tongue touch my skin but getting a taste of my brand, licking his lips with it and swallowing it down with a satisfied hum. “You taste good,” he whispered. “Yeah?” I said with a bit too much surprise. “Yeah, you don’t know?” He asked, spreading my legs, stretching out those upper thigh muscles as he did. I shook my head. He grabbed my cock, giving it a few good strokes, and squeezed out a drop of my precum, used his finger to wipe it up and leaned up to me to smear it on my lips, and pushed his finger into my mouth, sliming my tongue with my own juice. I instinctively closed my mouth around his finger as though it were his cock and sucked my essence off his finger. “That’s it,” he groaned, “How’s it taste?” He asked in a gravelly voice. “Good,” I breathed out as his finger left my mouth. “You taste sweet, Jonathan; I want more,” he said and dropped his mouth down to the head of my cock, holding me in his hand like a microphone as he licked the head like a melting snow cone. “Mmmfffuck,” I moaned, rocking my hips up and squirming under him. He licked and sucked the tip, then licked up and down the sides, getting me nice and wet before he deep-throated me with ease. I was in heaven. If I died in this moment, it would be worth it. He slowly sucked my dick; his mouth worked out every ounce of precum my balls would give him, swallowing me until his chin was tickling my balls, then sucked the tip again, repeating the motion until I felt my balls starting to tighten already. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” I thrashed under him, but he held me down and took me deeper into his throat, forcing me to unload in his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned and moaned as my balls spasmed, and my cum shot out into his throat, wad after wad until I couldn’t handle his mouth on me anymore. He recognized the signs and pulled off, quickly climbing on top of me to kiss me and share the cum that coated his mouth, or at least what he hadn’t already swallowed. It was something I never thought I would be ok with, but since it was Gunnar and I was still coming down from my orgasm, I licked the inside of his mouth and swallowed and swapped spit with him until I realized he no longer had a towel on, and my legs were wrapped around his very naked, well-defined waist, heels resting on his toned ass and his massive cock was sliding alongside my softening dick. He moaned into my mouth, and I returned the moan. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, almost biting me, then back up to my mouth, with a groan as his hand reached up and he fists my hair gently but firmly, pulling my head back to break our kiss again and he kissed down my chin to my Adam’s apple, then back up to my lips where he teased a kiss, leaving me without the pleasure and then stuck his tongue out for me and I instinctively sucked on it. I was in heaven; this was a fantasy come true. No, it was better. He wrapped his arms around my back and up to my shoulders, pulling me into the grinding and gyrating of his hips while massaging my shoulders and neck as he kissed in a triangle between my mouth, my neck, and my ear until he eventually broke the pattern and started kissing down my chest. He licked down my abs until he got down to my dick which was already hard again. I was expecting him to take me back into his mouth, but he skipped my dick, grabbed my legs below the knee, and pushed them up towards my head, and the most amazing thing happened. His mouth settled on my ass. He spit on my hole and then used his tongue to smear it into my tight pucker. I moaned and wriggled; the pleasure was something otherworldly. “Oh shit, Gunnar, don’t stop,” I moaned, my feet on his shoulders and rocking my hips up and down on his tongue. I had heard of getting your ass eaten, I heard it felt good, but the reality of it was mind-blowing. I started jerking myself off, riding his tongue and letting him force it into my sphincter; the overwhelming amount of satisfaction that came from it was so much I already felt myself getting close to cumming again. I didn’t want to blow my load too soon; I didn’t want any of this to end, so I pulled my hand from my cock and spread my legs wide, holding my knees so he could get his tongue deeper. “Mmmm, fuck,” I whispered. He moaned into my hole, just adding another sensation to this fantastic experience. After what seemed like twenty minutes, he stopped munching on my hole and let me rest, crawling back up and kissing his way back to my mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around him; I was in a state of bliss that I never saw in porn or on the faces of my friends when they described their first-time experiences. This was lightyears better than I had fantasized it would be. Gunnar again wrapped his arms around me as our tongues explored each other's mouths while he rubbed his massive cock up and down my body. He let it slip down between my ass cheeks, the head dripping precum all over my crack and my hole. The tip kept gently rubbing my pucker, whispering to it to open up, but Gunnar didn’t push in; he just kept teasing me, and I was going insane. I wanted it so bad. I needed to get my cherry popped by Gunnar. I had fantasized about this so many times I would literally die if he didn’t fuck me tonight. He started sucking on my neck while his dick rubbed a little more intensely on my hole, and I let out a moan followed by a mumbled, “Fuck, that feels good; I want you to fuck me.” I thought it might have been too buried in my moan, but he kissed and nibbled my ear and said, “Are you sure?” His hips added a little more pressure to push his cock head between the lips of my asshole. I moaned, “Yeah, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I rocked my hips to slide my ass on his dick. “You want my dick in you?” He stuck his tongue in my ear. “Oh God, yes, ungh,” I groaned. He sat up, reaching over to the nightstand, and pulled out some lube. Wasting no time, he squirted some onto his big dick and smothered it. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and let him squirt some lube onto my hole, gently fingering it into me. I had fingered myself a few times, but his fingers were considerably larger than mine, and it stung a little but quickly became a sensation I loved. He kept alternating which fingers and how many he pushed inside me, but it was so gentle I almost forgot that he was about to fuck me. Until he pulled his fingers out entirely and started rubbing his lube-slicked dick on my hole. He put my legs on his shoulders, leaned over me, and kissed me again, nudging his crown into my ass until the lube eased him into my hole. It was so slow, pushing so gently, that I almost couldn’t tell he was pushing into my hole until there was a stronger nudge, and the head breached my outer ring. “Oh…holy…ungh,” I grunted; there was an ungodly pain that shot through my anus and into my guts as my sphincter tightened around his flared cock head. I tried to push my legs back to push him back, “Wait, shit, that hurts,” I groaned, his weight and sheer size on my legs made my effort fruitless. “You’re ok, just breathe and push out,” he said, not letting up. “Ungh, fuck man, wait…it’s too big, I don’t think I can handle it,” I wreathed in pain, trying to push a man twice my size and weight off of me. He dipped his head down and started gnawing on my neck, then my chest, his large arms hugging my legs and reaching up to my shoulders, gripping me so he could slowly impale me with his cock. His hips rocked, and another inch pushed into me. “Oh fuck,” I hissed, feeling the wind get knocked out of me, my legs pinned by his broad chest, forcing me to push out as I attempted to push him off with no success, accidentally easing the pain shooting into me as he pushed slowly in. I thought this was supposed to feel good, but it hurt like hell. I grunted and groaned as he continued to sink yet another inch into me. At least half of his cock had to be in me, and it was the most searing, intense pain I had ever felt in my life. His mouth came up and kissed me deep, sensual, and loving; there was an intensity that felt so right, something I had wanted for so long, and distracting me from the anal invasion. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Jonathan, you’re so tight, your ass is sucking my cock in, you feel that?” His cock twitched inside me. I grunted, strainging to speak through clenched teeth, “Fuck, man, you’re too big; you gotta pull out." “If I pull out now it will hurt worse, you need to relax, just breathe and relax,” he whispered and rocked his hips into me, shoving another inch into me. “Ahh…shhh…fuck,” I hissed and struggled. I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back, the feeling of his warm, soft skin was comforting. I felt his abs contracting on the back of my legs every time he tried to thrust deeper into me. The feeling of his cock flexing inside my ass was way better than him pushing deeper into me, but also somewhat sobering and I realized I forgot rule number one about sex. “Ummm, shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked. He kissed me again, “No, babe," his tongue lapped at my upper lip, "you don’t want that on your first time,” he thrust into me again. “You want to feel it, trust me,” he said. I did trust him, though having unsafe sex with him scared me a bit. “You don’t have…anything right?” He kissed me again, “No babe, just relax and enjoy my dick in you." He kissed down to my ear and flexed his cock inside me again, "You want to feel what it’s like to have a man fuck you, don’t you?” His lips on my ear was titillating. “Mmm, yeah,” I tried to relax my hole with no experience doing so. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and started thrusting deeper into me. The pain was a little less, and his cock was starting to feel good inside me. Knowing he was in me without a condom was turning me on. Knowing he wanted to feel me, wanted to fuck me, was such a turn-on. I heard myself moan in pleasure on his next thrust. He kept sensually making love to me, pushing ever so slightly deeper with each thrust, and I was going insane with mix of pleasure and pain. My hands ran through his hair and pulled him into my neck as he kissed me and nibbled on the tender skin of my neck. He let my legs fall to the side, making it easier for me to breathe as he let his chest fall onto mine as we made out and he slowly fucked me. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his hips pull out before I felt his dick thrust deeper into me, and I moaned each time he hit a new depth. “Fuck this feels so good,” I moaned. “You’re so tight, I love it,” he thrust deeper. I held on and did my best to relax as he started building up a rhythm. Each push went a little deeper, opening my hole in ways I didn’t know I would enjoy. It took at least ten minutes of humping into me for him to give me one hard thrust, and I finally felt his pubes tickling my ass. His hips started smacking against my cheeks as he really started to fuck me. “Fuck, that feels so good,” I groaned between strokes. He grabbed me tight and rolled us both so he was on his back, and I could ride his dick. I did my best to lift a few inches on his big dick and impaled myself back down. He reached out and started stroking my soft dick back to life; the added pleasure was insane. I started moaning, deep, guttural moans as I found the right angle and rhythm on his cock. The feeling of his head swelling inside me, hitting my prostate, his precum lubing my canal with every rock of my hips, I was in heaven. I could feel him from the edge of my hole all the way into my guts. It was better than I imagined. I can’t believe something that started out so painful turned into something so fucking good. I took over, stroking my dick, rocking back and forth on his cock, stirring up an orgasm deep inside me. I was no longer riding his cock to please him but to focus on my own orgasm. He started thrusting up into me as I slid down his shaft, holding my hips, matching my rocking on his cock. “Oh yeah, Jesus, that feels good,” I rode and stroked myself. His cock was hitting that spot inside me that was quickly bringing my second orgasm to the edge. “I’m so close,” I said. His grip on my hips got tighter as his hips slammed into my ass. I rocked to let his cock hit my insides just right as I stroked my cock furiously. I was getting fucked by Gunnar, riding his massive cock and he was about to fuck the cum out of me, my mind was blown. “I”m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he growled, trying to keep in tune with my now erratic rhythm as my ass clenched down on his massive tool and my body started spasming around his cock and his relentless thrusting. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as my balls tightened, and I felt my legs tremble as my orgasm started deep inside my guts, traveling through my balls and shot out of my cock in huge spurts of boiling hot cum. I shot a rope of cum onto his massive chest. My mind melted and I continued to rock on his cock as I shot my next wad of cum, then the next pooling in his belly button. “Fuck..ungh,” I groaned as the most amazing orgasm of my life rocked through my body, my legs shaking, my ass twitching on his cock as I jerked out the last few ropes of cum onto his stomach. He let me ride out my orgasm and then rolled me onto my back, where he pinned my legs to my shoulders and started hammering my hole. The pleasure was quickly turning into a burning sensation as his cock thrust harder into me. His cock seemed to be swelling inside me, feeling like it doubled in girth. I was struggling to take him now that I had cum and my horniness was quickly wearing off. I could hear my moans turn to groans as he continued to piston into my ass. He kissed me and held me tighter, grunted and breathed heavily into my neck, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned in a husky voice. I didn’t know what to do; I did know I wanted it. “Yes, cum for me,” I said, wrapping my ankles around the back of his neck tighter, trying to power through the intensity of his thrusting. “Fuck, mmm, ungh,” he moaned, his body stiffening as he thrust hard into my ass, his cock twitching as his cock spasmed and unloaded into my guts. “Mmm, fuck,” he twitched for a few seconds, then breathed and kissed me. His cock throbbed inside my hole, the warmth of his load giving my raw hole a soothing relief that I desperately needed. “Shit, that felt good,” he relaxed on top of me. My cum smeared between us and all over the back of my legs. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, holding him as the last drops of his load pulsed into me. “That was…amazing,” I whispered, my hands rubbing the back of his head, running through his sweaty hair. Feeling his cock softening inside me was a sensation I never thought I’d feel, but I wanted to keep him inside me now that the thrusting had stopped and I just felt full. He rested for a few minutes and then rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of me too quickly and leaving me feeling empty. We just cuddled until we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up around 3 am, the dried cum on my stomach cracking like paint in an itchy way. The heat from Gunnar’s body next to mine was intense. I quietly got up, found my boxers, slipped them on, and snuck out. While that was the most amazing night of my life, I was terrified of him waking up in the morning and reacting poorly to finding me in his bed, so I got my bike and rode home. I got into my bed and fell asleep around 4 am. The following day I checked my messages and had one from Gunnar: You snuck out? I hope you’re ok. Last night was amazing, and I want to fuck you again before you leave for college. I read and reread it a few times. I even jerked off to the pictures of his dick, knowing he was balls deep in my hole and his cum was 9” deep inside my ass. It took me the better part of the day to respond to him. “I’d like that too.” The entire thing was amazing but confusing. We ended up having sex a dozen times before I finally left for college. The last time was so intense I nearly cried from the pleasure. patreon.com/BurnAfterReading769

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For me bareback always feels better for three reasons. 1. The top enjoys it more and you can tell by the way he fucks you. 2. The precum is a constant source of lube throughout the experience so you definitely feel that difference. 2.1 when he nuts inside you, even if it's a small load it's like a magical gush of hot lube when you need it the most. 3. The heat from his dick radiates thriving my body in all the best ways. 3.1 if you don't feel him shoot his load in you, you'll likely feel the heat of his cum blasting inside you and it's amazing.

Almost. I was 17, at a family BBQ. My cousin and i had been fucking since I was 15. He just assumed if i was around he could dick me down if he wanted, even if i wasn't in the mood. This day was no exception. He had his shorts and underwear on the floor, mine around my ankles. I was laying on my stomach and he was laying on top of me, balls deep. His sex only ever lasted 5-10 minutes at the most, so it was easy to sneak away without people noticing we were gone. This particular time though, my brother thought we had snuck off to smoke weed and I guess wanted in on the action. Luckily we had the door locked. He knocked and jiggle the door knob telling us to let him in. We quickly got dressed and tried to look like we weren't fucking when my cousin opened the door. I don't think my brotherhood figured it out, but he sure was confused. Probably assumed we were about to smoke and he showed up a minute too early to catch us.

So this guy wasn’t an ex-boyfriend per se. In my “blank profile” days on Grindr, I was still very much in denial about my sexuality and so far in the closet you could’ve turned on a light and you wouldn’t find me. But this guy was a sort of regular hookup back in those days. I wouldn’t say “regular” in that we fucked often, but since literally all of my previous m/m sexual encounters had been a one-and-done situation, I would say more than once at this point was regular. Russell had a weird chip on his shoulder about me claiming to be straight and just horny. Today, I get it, but at the time it was annoying that he couldn’t just accept it. It was frustrating to me and clearly frustrating to him. He would ask me every time we met up if I had come out yet. I would tell him the same story I told him every time, no. Again, I want to stress that we only had sex maybe 4 times, and one backseat blow job where he nut in my mouth and it really freaked me out. I didn’t reach out to him again after that. Four years later Facebook actually recommended we be friends, so I clicked. He was about 5 years older than me, probably closing in on 30 at this point, and had clearly been hitting the gym since I last saw him. He popped up on messenger, asking what I was up to and why I asked to be friends. I told him it was the algorithm and curiosity. He then jumped right into, “Did you come out yet?” and I was instantly not interested anymore. I told him no and then pretended to be busy and bounced out of that conversation. About 2 years after that, I had started coming out as bi to my close friends, but only the gay ones. Mostly because I had gotten drunk at a gay bachelor party and hooked up with one of the guests who just assumed I was gay if I was there and one of the bachelors walked in on the sex and naturally had questions the next morning (but that’s a different story). So here we are, I’m about 27 at this point and out at a bar not far from my place celebrating the birthday of one of my closest gay friends' boyfriend. He had invited a bunch of people I didn’t know from his office. To my surprise, one of them is my Grindr friend Russell. From the look on his face, he’s equally surprised to see me. When introduced we smile and do the “nice to meet you,” without telling anyone we know each other. Throughout the night we all get pretty drunk and Russell is always catching my eye. I’m not sure if he’s looking at me or if I’m looking at him, but we didn’t really talk at all. The birthday boy leaves, along with his boyfriend (my friend), leaving me with a couple people I kind of know and a few people I don’t really know at all. The group squeezes into the empty seats, Russell now seated right next to me. He man spreads and his leg is flush against mine. We are all talking, getting to know one another, the “well how do you know the birthday boy” question goes around like herpes. “Where do you live,” was another popular one. Turns out Russell has moved to Staten Island, which is a hike from where I’m at in Manhattan only a few blocks from the bar. When the question comes to me I casually mention I’m only a few blocks from here and make a point of *not* making eye contact with Russell, but I feel his stare burning a hole in me. A round of shots and drinks later, I’m pretty wasted. I go take a piss, then to the bar to cash out. Russell is already signing his receipt. “Heading out?” he asked. “Yeah, ready for bed,” I joked. “You asking me to join you?” He half joked. I signed my receipt and looked up to meet his eyes, he was as drunk as I was. “You didn’t drive did you?” I asked. “I did,” he said. “Well, you can’t drive home. You want to crash at my place? I asked. He looked around, “do you want me to come over?” I laughed, “I’m offering you my couch.” “Boo,” he joked. “I’m heading out now, are you staying?” I asked. “I’m going with you,” he said. We walked the few blocks to my place, riding the elevator in awkward silence. I let him in, the apartment was dark and quiet. It was a one-bedroom, but small, and shaped weirdly. The bedroom barely had room for a queen-sized bed and you couldn’t get the door to fully close because of it. You could only access the bathroom through the bedroom, and because of the bed you had to barrel roll over it to get the the bathroom. The living room/kitchen was all of 20’x7’, with just enough room for the couch and a coffee table and nothing else. “You can crash on the couch or cuddle with me, up to you,” I told him. “I’m going to hop in the shower real quick. I took a quick shower just to wash off NYC before getting in bed. Russell took the shower next. I put on a pair of army-green briefs and face-planted in the bed. A few minutes later I heard the water turn off. Russell came out. I half rolled onto my side and turned my head to see him, toweling off but otherwise naked. His body was much more cut than it was years ago when we hooked up. He smiled when he noticed me checking him out. “Like what you see?” he asked. I got a little embarrassed and put my head back in the pillow. I mumbled something like, “sort of.” I felt him climb onto the bed, then he climbed on top of me. I felt his naked body flush against mine, he’s bigger than I am in every way so he fully covered me. His weight felt nice and comforting, his hardening dick rubbing between my ass cheeks got my heart beating. The only thing between us was the thin layer of fabric of my briefs. “What are you doing?” I mumbled into the pillow. He felt up my body and dry humped me, “mmm, you going to give me this ass again?” “I’m too tired,” I mumbled. I felt him sit up, straddling my ass, massaging it with his hands. It felt good, I let out a little moan. “Come on man, old time sake and all that,” he said, massaging my lower back down to my ass, letting his hands slide under my briefs so he could continue his massage. “uh ah,” I groaned but didn’t push him off. He tried to tug my briefs down but my hard dick kept them in place and I wasn’t trying to help him on this quest. I really was tired and drunk, not to mention I wasn’t really into him after our last hookup. He had freed my butt cheeks and was boldly feeling them up, spreading them apart and breathing heavily as he enjoyed the view. I felt his weight shift and he leaned down, his tongue suddenly lapping at my hole. I couldn’t help but moan. I wasn’t trying to get fucked, but I’d certainly let him eat my hole. He had never eaten my hole back in Brooklyn, this must be a new skill he picked up over the years, damn it felt good. I couldn’t help but let my hole loosen enough to let his tongue really get inside my hole. “mmm, fuck,” I moaned into the pillow that I was now hugging. “Your hole is still so tight,” he said and then continued eating. A few more minutes of getting my hole eaten and he shifted his weight again, suddenly his dick was sliding across my spit-covered hole. “What are you doing?” I asked, muffled by the pillow. “I really want to fuck you,” he humped gently across my hole. “Mmm, nah man,” I groaned. “Come on dude, I’ll be quick,” he pleaded. I laughed, “so not much has changed,” I joked. “Fuck you dude, let me get inside, I’m so horny I really will cum in a few pumps,” he said, spreading my ass and letting his dick head push on my hole. “ugh…” I groaned, annoyed and horny. “Fine,” was all I said, resigned to the fact that this was not going to be for me but to get him to go to sleep. “Where are your condoms?” he asked. I vaguely pointed behind him, “on the dresser with the lube.” He leaned over, “There’s lube, but I don’t see any condoms.” “Try the drawer?” I shrugged. He pulled open the top drawer, “underwear, tic tacs, poppers, and socks, but I don’t see any condoms.” “Give me the poppers,” I said, sitting up on my elbows. He handed them to me and I quickly took a hit, then another, then tried to offer him some. “Nah, thanks. Do you have any in your bathroom?” He asked. “No, if there are none in the drawer then I’m out, you don’t keep one in your wallet?” I asked. “I’m not fifteen,” he laughed, climbing back on the bed, sliding his hard dick across my hole again while holding himself up in a pushup position. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I could fuck you raw,” he suggested, with a tone that made it sound like he was doing me a favor. I laughed, turned my head to look at him over my shoulders, “have you been tested recently?” “Yeah, all good,” he quickly answered. I dramatically plopped my head into the pillow, “fine, but be gentle, it’s been a while.” He reached for the lube and started pooling it in my hole. I took another hit of poppers, then another. I felt him smearing the lube on his cock and then his cock searching for my hole. He pushed hard. “Ow, fuck man, geeze,” I nearly bucked him off. “Take it easy.” “Sorry, just relax, you’re really tight,” he told me. Then started to gently push and my hole started to give in and the head popped in. “mmm,” he moaned. “Ungh,” I groaned. “Just breathe, let me in,” he whispered, still slowly pushing in. Thankfully he was not huge, a solid 6” cut, and average thickness, felt like a baseball bat though. He bottomed out and held it there. “Fuck you’re so tight, feels so good.” I didn’t say anything, just tried to relax. Another hit of the poppers and he started to slowly pull out and push back in. It only took a minute for him to get a slow but good rhythm going. He wasn’t trying to pound me, but he was aggressively trying to get as deep as possible. He lay flat on my back, kissing my neck and nibbling my ears. Holding tight to my hips as he rocked his dick in and out of my hole. It was starting to feel better, his precum was lubing me enough that I could enjoy the sliding across my prostate. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. With every thrust into me I felt his grip tighten, his trimmed chest hair gently scratching my back as his dick pleasured my insides. This was way better sex than when we hooked up years ago. I felt my hole letting him in deeper and my ass flexing up to meet his thrusts. “mmm,” I moaned. “Yeah, fuck, I’m not going to last long,” he warned. Picking up the pace, really getting deep, I felt him start to swell inside me, more with each thrust. “Fuck, I’m about to cum,” he warned. “mmm,” I moaned, flexing my ass as best I could to increase his pleasure. “Oh shit,” he nearly yelled, “I’m humming,” he whispered, thrusting deep inside me. His dick spasmed and twitched, the heat from his load radiating inside me as he thrust a few more times, smearing his cum as deep as he could. “Fuck,” he gasped and suddenly stopped thrusting and his grip loosened. He lay on top of me, trying to catch his breath as his dick went limp inside me. Our bodies were sticking together, he moaned one last time and then rolled off of me, his dick sliding out as he went. I pulled my briefs back up and passed out. I woke up a few hours later to his loud snoring and sunlight streaming in the open widow. I had a wicked hangover, very much regretting letting him fuck me again. I got up and took a long hot shower to kill the hangover and wash away the sex. I heard a knock on the door, “hey I have to head out,” he yelled through the door. “Ok,” I yelled back. “I’ll hit you up, let's hang out soon,” he said. “Ok,” I yelled back again. I heard the outside door shut and I finished up my shower. Toweled off and noticed a condom wrapper in the bathroom trash. It hit me, I did use the last condom last weekend. Oh well.

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It was somewhere around 2009, I was done with film school and working gig to gig. Mostly working paycheck to paycheck at this shit job in an equipment rental house/studio in the city. Still struggling with my sexuality to an extent, certainly deep in the closet at this point. I was still telling myself that sex with guys was only when I was really horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it. I always played safe, well not always, but I tried to. This was before PrEP. So as far as I was concerned, as long as I had sex with guys infrequently and with protection, no one would ever know and one day I would just quit altogether and go about my life as a straight guy. Most of my hookups with other guys would happen at this point through Craigslist. It was the Grindr of the time. You could put what you were looking for, with pics, all the responses would come straight to your email where they would live until you wanted to respond, it was great. One drunk night I had post an ad and then passed out. A few days later I checked that email, which was a burner email, I had way more responses than I normally got. I looked at my ad to see what I wrote to get so many hits. “22, straight, kinda tipsy. Mostly like a quick fuck,” was all it said, with a torso pic of me in my white CK briefs, my head obviously not in the picture. Half of the responses were from guys I would never sleep with. I wouldn’t say my standards were higher in those days, I just had a mental block that only allowed me to sleep with guys who were “model attractive” because…somehow that made it less gay? Filtering most of them out, deleting the ones that were just old man dick pics and guys who wanted me to call them “daddy”. I responded to a few, most of them never got back to me because. I found that most of them were burner accounts and if you didn’t respond within an hour, you usually never got a response. One guy hit me up the next day. “Hey, sorry I missed this, you look hot. I was only in town that night, had some work in the city. I’ll be back in a couple weeks though. 26/m/DC here.” He attached a similar torso pic, clearly he worked out, he was maybe 5’10”, and looked like a frat bro-leaning Abercrombie model. He even wore Abercrombie white briefs in the photo. That prompted me to ask if he was a model or if he was catfishing me. He responded saying he was neither a model nor catfishing me. Apparently, he did something in finance/banking, but neither of us got into specifics. He asked what I was into. I explained that I’m not gay, just get horny sometimes and need sex. “Oh, so do you like to fuck or get fucked?” He asked. At this time I was pretty versatile, “I usually like to fuck, but that night I was pretty tipsy and was trying to get fucked.” I told him. “Damn, I wish I had caught you at the right time. Did you get fucked that night?” “No, honestly I basically post that ad and then passed out after. Was incredibly hungover and horny the next day. I certainly wished I had got your message though.” I teased. “Yeah, would you have let me fuck you?” He asked straight up. “Maybe, depends on how big you are, I’m not a pro.” I joked. “It’s not that big, like 7.5 inches, cut.” He attached a photo, it sure looked bigger, and thicker than mine. “Damn, it looks big, I would’ve let you try though, as long as you’re gentle,” I told him. “I’m always gentle, love to feel a tight straight boy open up for my dick.” He told me. “You ever been rimmed?” “No, I don’t think so anyway.” I was at work when I got that email so I didn’t look it up. “You’ll love it, it’s when I use my tongue to tease your hole, get it lubed up and ready for my dick. Makes it easier to slide in when your outer ring is primed and ready, almost begging to get fucked.” This one made me horny as hell. Good thing I’m a briefs guy, I was able to hide it while at work. When I got home I stripped down to my underwear, my 22-year-old dick was hard before my pants came off and I was ready for some porn. I did take a quick pic with my flip phone and emailed it to him, “Damn, that sounds hot, look what you did to me.” I captioned. “Look at all those spread legs, love to fuck you in that position, that way I can watch your face as you feel me push balls deep into your tight hole. Do you like to kiss?” He asked. “Not really, I’m not really into guys like that,” I told him, which was true, at the time I felt like somehow that was a bridge too far, like kissing would make you gay, whereas getting fucked by a guy was just some form of extreme masturbation between friends. “That’s cool, I get it, but would you stop me if I tried?” he ased in a single sentence response. Now, I’m jerking off at this point and felt like he would stop responding if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. “I wouldn’t stop you, in the heat of the moment…what ever happens, happens.” “Good, when you are balls deep in a guy, a deep kiss unlocks the hoe in him, then I can really fuck him like he needs to be fucked.” He fired back. Something about this wording got me going. Up to this point, I had had good sex with some guys, I had had bad sex with some guys, but I knew the best was yet to come and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. “Damn man, I really need to get fucked now.” “Yeah? With condoms or bareback?” he asked. “I try to make condoms a rule,” I told him. “Yeah, raw feels so good, but it’s important to play safe,” he fired back. “Have you ever let a guy fuck you raw?” I knew where this conversation was going, if he was in the city and trying to get in me tonight I would’ve lied and shut it down, but I figured there was no harm in feeding that flame. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been caught up in the moment and things happen,” I was vague. “Oh yeah, I know about that. I’m STD-free and want to stay that way, so I use condoms all the time. I have had the occasional ‘heat of the moment’ fuck, but that’s rare. Were you hoping to get fucked raw, that night I mean?” He asked. I had to think about this. “I was pretty drunk, I wasn’t even thinking about that. If we had met up, I probably would’ve just gone with the flow. Good thing you prefer condoms.” I told him. A few minutes went by, and I refreshed a few times, still slowly jerking myself off. “I probably would’ve pushed in raw, got a few strokes in just to feel it, then I would’ve wrapped it up.” He finally responded. This made my balls tighten. My hormone-filled brain thought, “yeah that makes sense.” So I quickly typed back, “Mmm, that’s hot, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I told him. Before he could respond I felt my balls tighten and instantly hot cum was erupting onto my abs and pooling in my belly button. I went to clean up and never checked for another email from him before going to sleep. ****** Two weeks later I was at work on a Friday night. They had me at the front desk because one of our studios was being used to film a music video. So I spent most of my night online. While the studio technically was closed at 11 pm, we had an unwritten policy to let productions stay until 1 am as a courtesy. By 10 pm my friends were all out having drinks without me, I had a few dozen texts telling me to “just lock up” and stuff like that. A producer came over to me and asked me if it would be possible to stay a little later than the 11 pm “hard out”. I acted like I was doing him a huge favor, even though this kind of thing happened often, but I told him as long as they wrapped by 11 and were out the door by midnight I would turn a blind eye. He thanked me and went back into the studio. About fifteen minutes later a production assistant came over to me with a six-pack of Magic Hat #9 and told me it was a gift from the producer, as a “thank you.” I wasn’t going to say no, I took it and cracked one open. Then a second in what felt like no time at all. By 11 pm the music was still thumping so I knew they were not packing up yet. I looked around to make sure no one was near me, then I opened Craigslist on my laptop. I looked at a few posts, but I never responded. Honestly just being on the website made me feel like I was going to get “caught” so I just quickly posted an ad, really just hoping to get a few responses and chat, but not actually hook up. I looked into my burner email and saw a bunch of junk and an unread message from the guy from DC. There were a few unread messages actually. This made my dick jump to attention. “That’s so hot, man, how many strokes can I get in before I should wrap up?” the first message said. “Did I take it too far?” The second read, a day later. “Hey, not sure if you’re still interested, but I’m going to be in the city again this weekend. I’ll be at the Rennasaince in Times Square if you want to meet. No pressure.” This one was time-stamped yesterday. I cracked open a third beer, I’m a bit of a lightweight so I shouldn’t be on a third beer in an hour. I started to respond to his email a few times, then deleted. I kept reading and rereading what we said, looking at his body and dick pics, I was hard to the point of frequently checking to make sure my precum wasn’t visible in my jeans. “Hey, sorry I didn’t respond. I was jerking off and as soon as I blow my load I’m not really into guys anymore, if that makes sense. I’m having a few drinks right now, but I’m not going to be free until at the earliest 1 am.” I told him, not even expecting a response. I went to the bathroom to make sure I was “fresh”, and tried to dry the precum already leaked into my red briefs. Back at my laptop, I had a bunch of new responses from guys to my recent ad. The only one I read was from DC guy. “I’ll be up. I just got checked in a little while ago. I was going to hit up the sex shop and get some lube and stuff, you want to come by the hotel when you’re done? Or I could meet you out?” I quickly replied that I would meet him at his hotel and he fired back with the room number. I logged out and did my best to rush the load out in the studio. Finished a fourth beer and headed uptown to meet the guy from DC. ***** Even after four beers, I was a nervous wreck by the time I was riding up the elevator. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I had to really focus to keep my body from shivering from the adrenaline rushing through me. Thankfully he looked exactly as he described, and his pictures were not old. He was wearing a robe, having just showered but it was loose on top so I could see his toned body. This didn’t settle my nerves, only made the anticipation worse. Him being in his robe meant he was naked underneath and I felt this meant I couldn’t back out, or at the very least I needed to make sure he got his nut. He recognized my nervousness and offered me another drink. I accepted and we just chat for a few minutes while I sipped my drink. It helped me get comfortable. Turns out his name is Bryce. The second I put my empty drink down, Bryce’s hand was on my upper thigh. My dick is instantly hard in my briefs. I’ve done this “hookup” with strangers before and it never gets less awkward for me, I don’t know what he’s into, I don’t know if I should be more aggressive or passive, I don’t know what’s a turn off for him, so I try to just follow his lead. His hand slides up my pants and cups my balls from the outside, I let out a soft moan. He smiles, and his dark blue eyes twinkle. “Let’s go to the bed,” he calmly says. I nod. Kicking my shoes off, he grabs a black grocery bag and pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand. He slides his robe off, his muscular back facing me, his ass is meaty and firm. I quickly start to undo my pants and push them down. The drinks hit me hard in this moment and I nearly fell over trying to get them off, twisted around my ankles, I fell-sat on the end of the bed, clumsily pulling the pants inside-out to unshackle my ankles. He turns to me, ripping the plastic safety color off a new little brown bottle with his teeth, spitting it to the ground as he walks over to me. His dick quickly grew to full attention, I swear it was bigger than he said it was, or maybe mine was smaller than I thought either way, it was big, like a baby’s arm holding an apple, now inches from my face as he stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just a pair of red Armani briefs and black ankle socks. I could smell his scent and soap from his shower wafting off his crotch as it was dangling in front of me. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, giving me the look of a man expecting me to put his hard dick in my mouth. I’m not very experienced in oral sex. To be honest, I was always a bit of a germaphobe growing up, so it took me into my late teens to even enjoy kissing (girl or guy), the idea of putting someone's privates in my mouth made me too uncomfortable, didn’t matter the sex. But, I knew I couldn’t expect to receive without giving, so I would do it, but my heart was never in it and I knew they could tell. Thankfully Bryce had just showered and I knew it was as clean as it would get, so I grabbed it with my hand and pulled him into my mouth. With my eyes closed I did my best to suck his dick, I felt my eyes water when he tried to thrust into my throat, I would gag, but thankfully no more than that. After a couple of minutes and one really forceful thrust, I had a panic moment and pulled off his dick, jerking it slowly, covered in my saliva. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and mouth as I jerked him. His hand massaged my head, gently nudging me to continue. So I did. I heard him shaking the little brown bottle as I tried to suck his monster. He opened it and put it under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe it in since his dick was in my mouth. The smell was intense, my head started to spin and my heart started beating faster, suddenly I felt relaxed. He did it to the other nostril, telling me to take a deep breath this time and I did. Holy shit, the rush was amazing. I suddenly felt so slutty, like I really could suck his dick into my throat and I tried. I heard him taking a hit from the bottle as I bobbed on his dick, the subtle moan from him as I got deeper on him, and my saliva really started to flow. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed, grabbing the back of my head he started to control the rhythm of my blow job, slower and slower, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Suddenly my nose was buried in his nicely trimmed pubes, his balls hit my chin and I realized I had his entire dick in my mouth and throat and I wasn’t gagging. It excited me, I just let him start to slowly fuck my throat, when I heard him whisper, “I’m close.” I kept going, I had never gotten a guy close before just from oral sex, I let him keep fucking my throat and he said it again, “Fuck, I’m close,” and he pushed a few more thrusts and I felt his body tense, his balls tighten and his cock expand and twitch in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum into my throat. My eyes went wide, and he let loose at least two volleys in my throat and slowly pulled out, another spurt filling the back of my mouth and another on my tongue until his orgasm stopped. I didn’t know what to do, I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, I felt myself swallow what was in my throat instinctively as he nut, the rest that was in my mouth I wanted to spit out, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom sink to spit it out. Coughing cum out of my throat, but there was no getting around it, I swallowed a good amount of Bryce’s cum. I could certainly taste it in my mouth as I swallowed and spit, then rinsed my mouth. Turns out cum doesn’t just rinse out, I had little choice but to let the flavor linger in my mouth. I heard him laugh, “Sorry man, I tried to warn you, when you didn’t pull off I thought you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” He confessed. I wasn’t mad, just a little grossed out, “it’s fine,” I said, wiping my face off, and walking back to where he was on the bed. “Fuck that felt good though,” he smiled a very sexy smile, dimples and all. Still wrapping my mind around what just happened I just agreed with him and picked up my underwear. "Are you leaving?" He asked. Again, I'm not a pro at random hookups, but in my experience, once the top blows his load…it's kinda over. Especially if I'm not already close to blowing my load. He could see the confusion on my face and snatched my briefs from my hand, tossing them across the room to the couch. He pushed me back into the bed, pushing me up so he could climb on the bed between my legs. My dick went from limp to rock hard in 2 seconds flat. He spread my legs wide so he could get a better look at the entire area, then dove into my dick getting it sloppy wet. He didn't struggle at all to take me into his throat, it was impressive and intimidating, but man did it feel good. I could help but moan softly while squirming from the pleasure. He then went down to my balls, sucking each one hard enough that it triggered my pain sensor before he would drop it from his mouth. Licking further down, and instantly blowing my mind, he started to rim my hole. I let out a moan that sounded like "Oh my God" but none of the consonants came out. He took that as a sign to continue lifting my legs to expose my hole for him some more, placing a pillow under my ass. Then diving back in, his tongue pushing into my tight pucker two or three times before he came up for air. "Damn that's a tight hole, you don't get fucked often do you?" I sat up on my elbows, "no, I'm mostly with women," o felt the need to remind him. Though that comment seemed to not register at all. He came up, wiping the wetness off his face his dick now rock hard again next to mine and his soft balls dangling on my hole. Like magic, he had the little brown bottle and was uncapping it for me. I understood the drill now and inhaled deep twice for him. My head started to spin, that rush came over me again. He capped the bottle and headed it to me. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and was pouring a generous amount into his hand. He smeared most of it onto my hole, gently he pushed in a finger, then a second with ease thanks to the poppers and lube. I was just enjoying all the pleasure he was offering up. He started slowly stroking himself, adding lube to his dick and then a little more to the fingers playing with my hole. "Take another hit," he suggested. I wanted that rush, though the last one hasn't worn off yet, but I did as he told me. A quick hit on each side. As he did his cock up and down my crack. "No, you have really inhale," he smiled grabbing the bottle and showing me how he did it. Then he passed it back, giving me a, "go ahead" nod. I took two really big hits this time, I thought I would pass out this time, but man everything felt so good, every little touch was tingling through my body. "There you go," said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack some more. Adding some lube as he paused right at my hole, his tip adding just enough pressure to feel where it opens but not pushing in. He let out a soft moan, "Man I want to fuck this tight ass," he continued to gently hump me so his cock slid up and along my balls. Leaning over me, he felt huge, over me, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips. Then another and this time I instinctively kissed him back. Wow, he's a really good kisser. His tongue invaded my mouth the way it had my hole only moments ago. His hips were thrusting his cock up and down my crack, I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as we made out with a passion I've never experienced with a man. I swear my hole slightly opened from the amazing pleasure I was getting from all the ways his body was touching mine, especially his hard dick sliding across my hole. "Mmm, can I stick in you?" He asked then started kissing my neck. "Ummmhmmm," I managed to moan. "Raw?" He whispered into my ear. My horny brain had nearly flatlined, but still had enough sense to say, "mmm, condom." He kept kissing my neck as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one from the open box and then knocking the box to the floor. He returned to my mouth, and humped me some more, "Let me open you up before I put it on." He broke our kiss and sat on his heels, putting one of my ankles on his muscular shoulders as he maneuvered his dick head to the center of my hole and started to push before I could object. It stung, but my hole gave in quicker than it has in the past. I took in a sharp breath, "Ah, fuck man…just, just a few strokes ok?" I said through grit teeth, trying to relax. "Yeah, like a hundred," he grinned, slowly pushing into me. "Oh, mmmm, no, ugh, like ten," I managed to say. "Twenty and I'll wrap up," he negotiated as he slowly bottomed out inside me. "Ungh…fine, be gentle, I'm not a porn star," I reminded him. "Take another hit, it will help you relax and adjust." He held his dick at the hilt waiting for me. I slid my hands around the bed until I felt the little brown bottle I quickly to two big hits, then he did the same and then held it under my nose for two more. My head spinning, I felt my body give in to his iron-hot dick inside me. He slowly started to pull out, then push back in. "That's it, open up for me," he whispered. I tried to relax, the pain and pleasure of his dick was intense, but the pleasure was so good it almost didn’t matter that it came with the pain. His first few strokes were slow enough it was easy for me to keep count, I wasn’t at first but I was able to pick up at around stroke 6 because that one went a little deeper and brought back that twinge and a little bit of a yelp from me, “ungh, shit, easy, easy,” I whispered. “It’s ok, feel my dick inside you, fuck doesn’t that feel so good,” he gave me another three deep strokes in quick succession. “Mmm, yeah, fuck dude,” my hand stopped pushing on his abs to prevent him from going deeper and I started rubbing my fingers through my hair. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t hesitate to accept it this time, moaning on the deepest and hardest stroke yet, somewhere around 14 or 15 I guessed. His tongue deep in my mouth as he moaned into me and I moaned back, wrapping my legs around him as my hands explored his strong back. It felt so good. A few more strokes and I knew we were beyond 20, just to be sure I counted 5 more before I broke our kiss, “ungh, condom, oh fuck,” I felt my hips rocking up into him on his next downstroke. He thrust balls deep and sat up, “fuck, I wasn’t counting,” he laughed, “was that already 20?” He started reaching around the bed looking for the unopened condom, still balls deep in me. “You’re so tight, I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” he joked, tearing the condom open with his mouth. I was in a fog of pleasure, “nah, just don’t get fucked often,” I said out of breath. He slowly pulled out of me, then tapped his cock on my hole, “felt so good in you raw,” he smiled at me, pulling the condom from it’s wrapper. “Yeah, for me too,” was all I could think to say. He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding a little more lube, then quickly lined back up with my hole and started pushing in slowly. “Unnnnh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, so tight,” he pushed my knees up by my head and bottomed out. He started slow but quickly got up to a fucking pace. Alternating between hard and fast and then slow and sensual. His dick was hitting me in all the right spots, so I started jerking myself off best I could with my legs pinned to my chest. It was all too much, he was so sexy and his sex felt so good, I wasn’t going to last too long. After a few minutes he pulled out, “roll over,” he said, helping me onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and sank his dick in one hard thrust. “Ah, fuck, easy man,” I moaned. His arms slipped under mine, gripping my shoulders from underneath so he could pull himself into me with every thrust, “mmm, fuck,” I murmerd. “Yeah, you like this dick in you don’t you?” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “Mmm, yeah, fuck it feels so good,” I could barely speak. He kept fucking me like this for a few more minutes and then pulled out, catching his breath, “fuck I got close,” he laughed, “not ready to cum again yet.” I rolled back onto my back, propping a pillow under my head as he put one under my ass again. I watched him pull the condom off his dick slowly and toss it on the night stand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Need another one, this one’s done,” he said. Which I didn’t really understand. “It broke?” I asked, slowly stroking my dick. “Yeah, you’re tight,” he said, reaching for the lube again, adding some to his dick. Then using his slick hand to stroke my dick. I let him jerk me off a little and I reached for the poppers. He kept jerking me with one hand and used his other hand to jerk himself with his cock head rubbing my hole. It felt so good. I took a deep hit on one side, then the other. The rush came over me again, fuck everything feels so good. I took over jerking myself, I was determined to cum. He continuted jerking himself off on my hole, adding a little more pressure, then a little more until the head was back in me and my hole clamped onto his dick. Using both hands to spread my legs while he pushed just the tip in and out of my hole. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah,” I breathlessly and furiously jerked my dick and flexed my hole. “Want me to give you a few more raw strokes?” he asked. I opened my eyes, still stroking my dick, “I don’t know man.” “Just like, ten more, I’ll count them out and then I’ll put on another condom to finish,” he promised. I didn’t say anything and he slowly pushed his dick all the way in and we both moaned at the pleasure of the raw sex. He bottomed out and then slowly pulled out. Pushing back in he counted, “mmm, one.” I moaned, spreading my legs and beating my dick as his cock slide across my prostate, “mmm.” “Two…ungh,” he pushed deep and my ass clenched as he hit that button inside me. “Ungh, fuck, I’m getting close man,” I warned him. “Three,” he went in harder and faster. I felt myself start to boil over, every thrust bringing me closer to liftoff, “oh fuck.” “Four,” he thrust. I clenched my ass on his thrust and he hit my prostate hard, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he thrust, harder and deeper. “Oh fuck,” my toes curled as he spread my legs and thrust harder and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I nearly shouted as my body convulsed and my ass clenched on his cock as it thrust into me again, “ungh,” I moaned and my balls tightened. He thrust harder into me again, “uhhh,” I groaned as the first blast shot out onto my chest, he thrust and the second shot out even harder, then another thrust and I felt the rest of my cum spurt out and pool in my belly button. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. He held there, deep in me as I caught my breath. “Fuck that felt good,” I said out of breath as my orgasm subsided and I became keenly aware that his huge dick was still balls deep in me. Like a switch flipped and what was the most amazing feeling in the world was now trending towards painful. He slowly started to pull out and then thrust back into me, “ow, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s five,” he grinned. “Are you close?” I asked, pushing on his abs again He thrust again, “Six.” He held there, “getting there, going to take longer when I put the condom back though.” He thrust hard, “Seven.” I clenched my teeth, “ungh, fuck dude.” “Eight,” he thrust a little deeper, my ass clenching on his dick. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” I was struggling and it seemed like his dick was only getting bigger. He thrust a little more gently, “ungh, Nine…do you want me to pull out and put a condom on?” He thrust again, “Ten.” “Ungh, fuck,” I pushed on his abs, “I don’t know dude, I think you need to pull out.” He handed me the poppers, “try these.” I quickly took two deep hits and that rush came back over me, it definitely helped. He saw it hit me and started to thrust again, one, two more, then a third. I was pushing on his abs still, “wait, a condom.” “Ok, yeah, but you’ll still let me finish right? I’m close now but I won’t be with the condom on, you know how it is,” he thrust into me again. “How close?” I asked as he kept thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Mmm, fuck dude, it feels so good like this, I’ll cum quick if you let me,” He leaned down, smearing my cum between us as he kissed me and thrust hard into me. “Fuck, ok, just hurry, and don’t cum in me,” I mumbled. He kissed my neck and held my hips, I wrapped my arms around me as he started to fuck me faster and faster. It still hurt but I didn’t want to punk out and make him jerk off, so I just held on and let him use my hole. “Fuck you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. Curling his body into me with every thrust. “Are you, ungh, are you close?” I asked again. Trying not to ruin his concentration and delay his orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, getting there,” he kept his steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “I need you to hurry.” I clenched and tried to relax, though thankfully his precum was adding lube to my hole with every thrust, but it wasn't enough to make it feel good. “Ok, mmm, but you gotta let me nut in you,” he moaned in my ear. “What?” I asked. “I’m gonna hurry, but please let me cum in you, it feels so good,” he thrust harder and deeper, a little off rhythm. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “fine, just hurry, ungh,” his thrusting was really digging deep. Another minute of fucking me sensually, “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close,” he kissed me. I moaned, I felt his dick starting to swell, his thrust getting shorter but deeper. “I’m about to cum,” he said then continued to kiss me. A few more erratic thrusts, he broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” one hard deep thrust and I felt his dick twitch and the warmth of his hot load erupting inside me, a second thrust smearing it around and unloading more boiling cum as lube for another and another thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. His orgasm felt so good I couldn’t help but moan with him, “Oh fuck, mmm,” I held on tight to him without thinking, my legs warped around him, pulling him into me as his dick continued to spasm inside me and his body clenched and unclenched a few more times. “Oh my God,” he breathlessly lay on top of me. We both caught our breath, just laying there in orgasmic bliss. His cum lubed my hole so nicely that the pain I was feeling instantly disappeared and his last few thrust felt so good, it blew my mind. Not two minutes ago I wanted nothing more than for him to pull out, but now I wanted him to stay inside me. His cock deflated though and slowly the tightness of my ass pushed him out. He rolled off of me, both of us covered in my cum, his cum dripping out of my ass. “I need a quick shower before I go,” I told him. “Yeah, no problem,” he pointed to the closed bathroom door. I slowly and awkwardly got up, as though my body was broken and nothing quite worked the way it had before he fucked me. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cum off of me. He lay naked on the bed, watching me as I got dressed quickly but trying not to look like I was getting dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m going to be here all weekend if you want to go again,” he broke the silence. “Yeah, maybe, I don’t really do this often,” I tried to be noncommittal. Truth is I had no intention of doing this again, it was hot, but now that it was over I had no interest in sex with any guy. Which was an issue I had to work out over the next couple of years on my own. My subway ride home was long and uncomfortable. I was sure everyone on the train knew I just let a guy I just met, a stranger fuck me and shoot his load into me, a load that was still slowly leaking into my underwear. I got home around 5 am and passed out pretty quickly. The next morning I checked my email, there were dozens of new responses to the listing that I forgot I had posted, one email from Bryce. “He, last night was awesome. I’m so glad we got to meet up, really glad that you let me get those first few strokes in raw, though the last few raw strokes were even better! I hope we can do it again before I leave, if not I’ll hit you up the next time I’m in the city. I can tell you felt weird about letting me nut in you but don’t worry, I got a check-up before coming to town and everything came back negative. I’ll email you the results for your own piece of mind when I get back. Let me know if you’re in the mood to get fucked again, I’ll obviously wear a condom the entire time if that gets me back inside you. Hope to see you again, Bryce.”