Giving up, I closed my app and checked the time: 1:30AM. It seemed no matter what I did or whom I talked to, no one was biting tonight. So, being a tad hungry, I headed to the local taco place. They close at 2AM which means, after travel time, I’d have about twenty minutes to much down my taco. I tossed on my shoes and jumped in the car.
Once there, I was seated by the host at the door. Immediately, Andy showed up, all smiles as usual. Andy was the manager of this location and was there, literally, every time I stopped by. His smile was enormous and his energy infectious. And he was friendly. Initially I thought he was being so nice and friendly for a nice tip. But he only waited on me once, so that blew my theory out of the water. He always made his way to me and chatted for a couple of minutes. Tonight was no different, in that regard. The only difference was how dead they were tonight.
“Hey how are you?” he asked.
“Hey! Good thanks.”
“You’re here late today” he said. Maybe it was because I was horny, but I took not of his dimpled smile more this visit. Not to mention his muscular shoulders and, as I noticed when I first walked in, his round ass.
“Yeah. I am a bit hungry” I replied, wondering if he received my double-entendre. He smiled as he asked if I wanted my usual. Which I did. I watched him walk away. I wondered why Andy was turning me on so much tonight. I know I’m horny as hell but, to be honest, I’ve started to notice Andy a lot as of late. He’s not typically my type: he about my height, but younger by ten years or so. His brown hair and eyes click the right boxes for me, and he seems to have a nice body. But he looks smoothwith little hair on his face, arms and legs. I mean, he’s not smooth like a five-year-old – he does have arm, leg and facial hair. But normally I like to see on a guy. And his hair is longer than I normally go for. But for Andy, his look worked.
A few minutes later the runner brings my taco and drink, which I happily consume. Andy come by with my check and starts some small talk.
“It’s dead tonight” I said.
“Yeah. Guess it’s the first Friday night that’s nice out in a while so people are out enjoying the weather” he suggested. I shrugged in agreement. “I figured you’d be out tonight, too” he said, taking a seat across from me.
“There will be other nights with good weather” I replied.
“Staying home and waiting for the girlfriend?” he asked.
I laughed. “No. Nothing like that to time this beast down” I boasted.
“No girlfriend?” he asked. I shook my head ‘no’ as I reached for my debit card. “That’s their loss” he replied, smiling a flirtatious smile.
“Their loss and, unfortunately, no one else’s gain – at least tonight” I returned.
“You know, I never go to sleep once I get home from a long night here. You want to come over tonight for a bit to my place? Catch some Netflix or somethin’?” His crooked smile suggested more he was interested in more than Netflix. I was surprised as I never got a ‘ping’ from him. Which turned me on even more.
“No girlfriend for you, either?” I asked.
“Nope. Not for this beast” he replied, echoing my earlier comment, but flexing his arms. Which were nicer than I expected.
“Sure. I’ll follow you when you’re done” I told him. He smiled and cashed me out.
Minutes later, he brought me the card. “My assistant manager is going to close up for me, so I’m good to go if you are” he told me. Good to go…? I sure hope so, I thought. I need some action tonight.
I followed him to his apartment, and we went inside. His place was clean and organized, much unlike a typical single straight guy’s place in my experience. And I welcomed it. It felt calm and peaceful. And it smelled great!
He grabbed us some water from the fridge and we sat down on the couch as he flipped through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. He asked me what I liked – a dangerous move in my current state – but I told him whatever he wanted to watch would be fine. He settled on some anime feature with subtitles. I probably should have been more specific, but I didn’t say anything.
My shoulder has been bothering me last couple of weeks, so I would do things without thinking like rub it or rotate my shoulder to try to loosen it up. I must have been doing something like that.
“Your shoulder bothering you?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. A little” I replied, not even noticing I was acting on it.
“Here” he said, turning towards me and patting his chest. “I give you shoulder rubs.”
Being more than OK with this physical contact, I turned, pushed myself back towards him, and leaned back towards him. His hands were instantly on my shoulders, kneading and massaging me with surprising success.
“Damn. You’re good at this” I said.
“So I’ve been told” he replied. “Here, lean forward.” I did so and his hands moved down my back. “You’re tense” he said, alarmingly.
“Always” I replied. “Especially tonight.”
“Well, no need. I won’t bite” he replied.
“Well, where’s the fun in that?!” I said with a chuckle.
He worked his way back up to my shoulders, then my neck. My neck is a weak spot for me. Once a guy starts working on my neck, I’m his bitch.
“Fuck” I whispered. “That’s amazing!” Deciding to test the waters, I leaned back against him more and more. In doing so, his hands moved from my shoulders to my chest.
“Someone works out” he commented.
“I try. My age, it’s harder to stay in shape though.”
“What are you? Twenty-five?” he asked.
I sat up, turned and looked at him. “I love you for saying that” I said with a smile. He laughed.
“Seriously?” he demanded. I leaned back against him. I could feel his chest move up and down with each breath.
“Thirty-three” I admitted. His hands immediately landed back on my shoulders. “I wouldn’t have even guessed that. You look way younger” he assured me, his hands making their way back to my pecs.
I placed my hand on his shin. “You have nice legs” I admitted to him.
“I try. My age, it’s harder to stay in shape” he said, changing his voice to try to sound more like mine. I rubbed his legs, enjoying them as they became hairier the further down my hand traveled. While not dark and coarse hair like some guys have, it was finer that I expected seeing them from a distance. I nuzzled back against him. In the split second my back touched him, before he readjusted himself, I swore I felt his hard dick. I decided to test the waters, yet again.
“Feels like someone’s enjoying this as much as I am” I casually said.
He said nothing for several seconds – so long I didn’t think he heard me. Finally he spoke up.
“Sorry. But this is so, sensual. And I’ve always thought you were super cute” he replied. I exhaled a sigh of relief, placing my other hand on his other leg.
“Same here” I replied.
I felt his body relax. “Want to take this to the bedroom?” he asked.
“I thought you’d never ask” I replied.
I followed him to his bedroom and before I even stopped walking, he had his hand on my hard dick. I was taken aback by his forwardness but thoroughly enjoyed it. He ran his hand along my hardening shaft, tracing it down until he felt my head. Bending down, he tugged at my short enthusiastically, but couldn’t get them open. I watched, appreciating his attempts before helping him. Once opened, he pulled my shorts down to my knees; my hard dick flopping out.
“Damn. That’s a nice one” he whispered.
“Wait until it gets hard” I told him.
“It gets bigger?!?” he whispered.
“Yup” I said proudly. Growing up, I was always conscious about my looks – I wasn’t the ‘hot guy’ in high school or college. But what I did have a big, long, thick cock. And I loved using it.
Andy grabbed it and ran it along his face – his stubble scrapping against the super sensitive head. Normally I don’t like this, but for some reason, with him, it felt amazing. Maybe the leaking precum lubed it up just enough to take the edge off.
He pulled me to his lips and slid the head in, enclosing it with his warm, wet mouth. My balls churned at the sensation and I pulled my shorts down, kicking them off. Grabbing the back of his head, I slowly pushed myself into him until his chin rested against my hairy balls. He took it without any issue. He’s done this before, I thought! As I pulled out, I watched the glistening shaft emerge from the dim light of the living room’s TV, his lips caressing it the entire time. He reached up and grabbed my nuts, pulling them down firmly. I pushed back into him, my head hitting resistance at the back of his throat this time, as I was fully hard. I pushed more, forcing my upward curved dick down his throat. Again, he took it like a champ.
“Fuck that’s nice. No one’s ever taken me like you!” I praised him. He pulled off entirely.
“I’m sure. You’re huge” he said, wiping his mouth. “But not too big.” With that last sentence, he plunged me back into his throat. It was as if he had no teeth, yet he held me tightly. I’m must pay attention on how he does this, I thought to myself as I slowly started to face fuck him. As I picked up the pace, I held tightly to his head, intertwining my fingers in his longer hair. He ran his one hand up my fuzzy belly to my hairy chest and moaned. He ran his fingers through my chest hair, seeming to really enjoy it. I stopped and pushed him off of me.
“Stand up” I commanded, I removed his shirt, pulling it over his head. His body was amazing: toned smooth muscle. With him having black hair I expected some hair on his stomach or chest. But he had none. And normally, this is a turn off for me, but right then, I knew I had to have him.
I ran my hands across his smooth torso expecting to fine stubble from him shaving. But nothing. Just smooth skin. The only bit of hair his torso had was a few hairs around his navel. I’d get down there soon enough, but I wanted to investigate his body more with my tongue. But first, his DSLs.
I pulled him to me, our lips meeting in a wet embrace before his tongue punched through into my mouth. We investigated each other’s mouths for a few seconds before I pulled down to his neck. He tasted salty, which caused my throbbing cock to leak even more. I moved down to his chest causing me to think he should do a public service and wear tighter shirts to better show this off! I moved to his right nipple, then down his flat stomach. In doing so, I ran my hands down his back, feeling every movement his body made as I touched it. I felt his dick through his shorts against my chest as my mouth came to rest on his navel. I twirled his belly hairs around with my tongue as I unbuttoned his shorts. The feel to the floor, unveiling a pair of boxers that housed an enthusiastic cock, just waiting to be touched. To which, I was happy to do.
With my hands slid to his back side, I cupped his round and firm ass as I hooked my fingers in his waistband. U pulled down his blue boxers slowly, as his thick bush erupted from them, inch by inch. For as smooth as his chest and belly was, his pubic area was hairy. Eventually I pulled them down low enough for his cock to spring up and slap his stomach hard. His cock wasn’t little by any means. Fact is, due to his height, proportionally, his cock looked bigger than mine. I wasted no time in getting it into my mouth.
As I pushed his cock to the back of my throat, he moaned loudly. I ran my hands up his thighs, to his smooth ass and then went looking for his balls. I was amazed at the size of them! I may have had the bigger dick, but his balls were the champs in the room that night! They were hairy and hung so low, I wondered how he sat down. I continued to suck his meat while cradling his giant sperm pendulums. After a few minutes of tasting his precum, I pulled his balls to the side and found his hole. I pushed my finger against it slightly, then around its rim. “Yes” he hissed. That’s when I knew what I had to do.
I pulled off of him and pushed him back on the bed. I walked towards him still on my knees, and pushed his legs back. The light from the living room behind me was just enough to expose his pink, eager hole. I immediately went to work on that pink hole. He gasped when my tongue touched it. He moaned when my tongue bathed it. And his body shook when my tongue penetrated it. All the while I was relishing in his manly scent: it smelled like testosterone and work. It was very manly without being disgusting. I’m not normally an ass eater – especially on a guy that’s not showered. But with him, everything seemed to click.
The whole time this was happening, I was dumping loads of precum on his carpet. But I didn’t want the rest of it to go to waste, so I lubed my cock with it with my free hand, in anticipation with what I had planned next. After working his hole for ten minutes or so, I gave him a break. I slapped my went, fully hard dick against his thigh.
“I really want to fuck you” I admitted.
“Oh God yes!” he said, almost screaming. “I want that dick inside me!”
“You have any protection?” I asked.
“No. Just don’t cum in me, OK?” he pleaded. The look on his face of desperation and desire was just enough. Without saying anything, or looking away, I placed my dick against his hole and pushed. He tilted his head back as I pushed harder. I felt my head start to push through the initial ring. His head popped back up and his eyes locked on mine. I pushed harder, my head slipping it. His face grimaced at first, then returned to normal as I slide my cock into him, inch by inch. I felt his chute try to resist at first, then relent, enveloping my tightly as I slid in. About half way in, his balls fell along my shaft, one resting on each side of my cock.
“Those are giant balls, man” I said as I grabbed them and pushed them up and out of the way. “I don’t want to hurt them.” He nodded with appreciation as his wrinkled brown told me he was still being stretched as my giant cock pushed further into him. Finally, I felt my own nuts come to rest on his smooth ass. He sighed and relaxed as I came to rest against him. I wanted to see just how tight he was, so I flexed my cock. Immediately his body twitched. Damn, not only is this boy’s ass ring tight, but his entire ass is tight, I thought.
As I pulled out, his massive nuts fell back down on my exiting shaft. Instinctively, he reached down and held them up. I watched my shiny cock pull out, the few hairs around his hole stretching against it as it moved out. I watched the ridge of my head start to emerge rom his ring and I stopped. Grabbing his thighs and holding tight, I pushed back in. I could feel each inch massaged by his innards and his legs shook like he was being electrocuted. Once back inside him. I held him tight against me and pulled his ass off the edge of the bed for better leverage.
I pulled out and started fucking him hard and fast. He was ready for it. He screamed and his eyes rolled back in his head. I pounded him as hard as I could, out skin-on-skin contact sound filled the bedroom, only drowned out by his moaning and pleading for me not to stop. I bent over to penetrate him deeper. He leaned up and kissed me, his tongue unsuccessfully trying to keep pace with my cock that was punishing his insides. Realizing he was now my bitch, he dropped his head and grabbed a handful of my chest hair and pulled. This made me fuck him even harder.
After a few minutes I pulled out quickly, him screaming as my upward curved cock slipped out, slapping against my own stomach. “Turn over” I commanded. He did so quickly. Before he was even situated, I mounted him and slammed into his ass, causing him to fall forward on his face, ass in the air. Perfect. I started fucking him once again, his screaming in mix of pain and pleasure. I could feel his enormous balls start swaying so I slowed to meet their movements. Once in sync with them, I grabbed his muscular shoulders and started fucking Andy again so his balls would swing back and slap against my balls. The rhythm was magical and not something I’ve experience before.
I pulled out again quickly. Andy fell to his side. “Holy God!” he said, his voice hoarse. “Fuck man. What the fuck are you doing to me?!” he asked, trying to catch his breath.
I didn’t say anything, I grabbed his legs, turned him on his back, pulled him to me, and entered him again. Our eyes locked as he inhaled. My goal now was to fuck the air out of his lungs and the swimmer from his balls. I didn’t even give him time to pull his balls up. I braced myself on his chest and just started pounding him. It wasn’t long before his balls pulled up to the side of his cock, which was now soaked with his own precum. I leaned back, grabbed his ankles and kept pounding. His face seemed to change, and I knew it was coming. I slowed slightly, then I felt his ass squeeze my dick. A second later, a massive white jet of liquid blasted from his red cock head, shooting over his head. Then another, this one landing on his face. Then another, also landing on his face. Each rope of cum was as tick as the one before it. I shoved my cock deep in him and waited. Then, his cock twitched. Nothing came out. I thought he was dry – no more cum. I felt disappointed, as I love seeming a guy cum. Then something happened that’s never happened to me before. His cock erupted in a massive – and I mean massive – amount of cum. Not jets or ropes of cum, but an almost continuous stream of white liquid! His cock stood at attention as – I don’t have words for it really. It was almost as if he was pissing cum! I watched as his entire chest and stomach was sprayed with the stuff. His ass never stopped quivering on my cock as it seemed all the liquid in his body as being shot out from his cock. His whole body shook and tensed up, causing the cum to start rolling down the sides of his body.
This seemed to last for minutes but was only about ten seconds. Then his body went limp and stopped shaking. His cock let out one more squirt of cum. His ass released the hold it had on my cock. I started fucking him again, watching the shock waves of my hitting his ass send ripples through the cum laying on his stomach. I felt my own cum churning. I pulled out and started jacking.
“No. Inside me” he pleaded.
I cum a lot but nothing like this so I happily slide back inside him, knowing if I came in his ass, I wouldn’t be visually disappointed when compared to his amount. Amazingly, his ass was still tight so only two or three thrusts is all it took. I unloaded my package into his ass. I held tight against him as my cock started to return to normal size. I pulled out, pulling some of my cum with me along his sheets, as I tried to catch my breath.
I leaned against his legs, which I still had on my shoulders, as I looked at the almost frightening mess he made on himself.
“What the fuck man? You always cum like that?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Only when it’s really, really good and I bottom” he said.
“Holy shit” is all I could mutter.
“Can you grab me a towel?” he pleaded. Maybe two, I thought to myself.
As I walked back to the bed, I saw him laying there looking like a glazed donut. I smile and couldn’t help but think “I did that”.
He smeared his cream off of him best he could. I helped him remove his sheets – they needed laundered big time. As he walked to the washer, he was still hard. This guy’s amazing, I thought. So not my type, but at the same time, perfect for me.
He tossed the sheets in the washer and he headed to the shower. Once out of the shower, it was almost three in the morning and we were tired. His sheets weren’t dry yet. I decided to make an offer.
Toss the sheets int eh dryer then come back to my place. We can crash there.
“That sounds great” he said. We got dressed and headed to my place for some rest.
That was five – almost six – years ago and Andy hasn’t left my side since. As I said, he’s not my type but perfect for me. Over the years or sex life has been – interesting to say the least – we had to buy many more towels. I look forward to many more year with this man who’s not my type, yet perfect for me.
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