I didn’t bring a condom

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I didn’t bring a condom.

It was dancing late on a Friday night in 1999 that I first spotted him. He was across the bar standing alone in a back corner nursing a beer. His open gauzy white shirt showed off his perfectly tanned chest and six pack. I’m a bit of a geek that loves old TV series and movies. His body was the Magnum PI era Tom Selleck, his face 007 Daniel Craig with seventies stash and dark five o’clock shadow. To my 19-year-old horny self he was a sex magnet.

It was a warm night, so I had checked my ratty faded denim jacket and was dancing bare chested in nothing, but short frayed denim cut offs hardly concealing my privates and offering a little more than a glimpse of my darkly haired ass. My Mulatto skin was even richer with my deep tan courtesy of too much time at the gay end of our local nude beach. Sweat was dripping from my thickly haired 5’ 4” cub body. The cheshire cat smile had my cheek dimples on full display. And my black army boots shouted, 'cum fuck me. '

I didn’t know if he had noticed me, so I marched to the bar and bought two beers. Making my way directly to him I offered one. At first, he demurred, “I’m an cheap drunk so I shouldn’t.” But with my winning smile and persistent hand toward him offering the glass he finished the little he had left and accepted my gift.

“I’m Jake.” I offered.

“Dan, good to meet you Jake.” He smiled back a bit on the sheepish side. I’m a sucker for masculine older men with enough confidence to appear meek at first sight.

I’m not one to beat around the bush. Who has time for that? So I enquired, “Your place or mine?”

“Umm. That was direct. I live in the suburbs, you?” he responded.

“Just a couple blocks from here. Let’s get out of here.”

“But the beers?” he wasn’t really complaining.

“Come on, let the fucking commence.”

His eyes grew big as saucers, and he let me tow him out onto the street.

I directed him through the back ally shortcut pushing him behind the first available dumpster to plant a big sloppy kiss square on his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to offer tongue in return. As our tongues danced in each other’s hot mouths I undid his jeans. Before pushing them down I asked permission to suck his cock. No words just his nodding head granted access, and I wasted no time getting his beautiful semi-hard member deep in my throat.

I love the way a mans cock hardens up in my mouth and his responded quickly. I proceeded to deep fuck my face on his 8” and thick hard on. He moaned with great appreciation. My interest was peeked as a hand found my spine and traced the hair toward my hole. Bingo, he knew which way this fuck was planned to go. As I stood I directed one of his fingers into my hole.

“Fuck kid, you are prepared, you came prelubed!”

“No sense wasting time with a sexy willing daddy like you!” I know I’m a brat.

“I didn’t expect this tonight, I didn’t bring a condom.” He confessed.

“I don’t care, you’re too hot, just fuck me raw.” I wasn’t begging, but the next thing to it.

“Tempting as you are son, I can’t do that.”

“Sure, you can, I’m consenting.”

“But I’m not.” He persisted.

“Right, you’re right” I conceded. “But would you at least rim me? I at least want that five o’clock shadow scrapping my taint.”

I turned and bent propping myself against the dumpster without waiting for his answer. As I waited I thought I might have attempted too much before I finally felt his hot tongue trace my ring. When it started to dart inside, I thought I might have converted his thinking. I was almost certain when his lips covered my hole and sucked vigorously.

I was prepared for him to enter me as he quickly stood. Instead, he spat on my bare back.

“You fuckin idiot, that’s not lube in your hole, it’s some guys cum. Keep the fuck away from me.” And he ran while pulling up and fastening his jeans.