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This story is a true and unembellished, to the best of my recollection as I sit here and write it nearly a decade after the fact, recount of a particularly memorable experience I had. Only the names have been changed to protect the identities of the participants. This story contains watersport play, so if that’s not your scene, well you’ve been warned. “Dan” if you ever by chance read this, you’ll know who you are, thanks for the memories.
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I walked up the street to his apartment, hot sun beating down through the terrible humidity. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, most people having the good sense to stay indoors on a day like this. Though I had been here a few times before, I had a sense of nervous butterflies, and a self-conscious concern that I may be sweating through my deodorant in the oppressive heat.
I was twenty-five years old with an athletic build, thin and muscular, but like you’d expect from an active lifestyle, not the cut and shredded look of the guys who worked out at lot. Average height at five foot ten and sporting a closely trimmed beard, brown hair and hazel eyes I was confident enough in my appearance to say I was pretty good looking. For as long as I was old enough to be thinking about sex, I knew I was bisexual, but that was my little secret. I had always done well enough with the ladies, certainly no player but I couldn’t complain, but there where things a man could give me that no woman ever could. Every so often I just needed that. Desperately.
‘Why am I nervous? Why am I always nervous?’ But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as I climbed the concrete steps to the door and pressed the top buzzer. I knew why I was there and exactly what I wanted; it was my over-active mind clouding my desire. I was so hungry for what was to come I had spent the last two weeks since I had been here previously fantasizing obsessively about it, whipping myself into a horny cock slut frenzy. I wanted his hard, throbbing dick in my hands, in my mouth and in my ass. I wanted his cum in me, on me, all over me. I wanted- “Hey Matt!” He said, welcoming me with a warm grin as the door swung open, interrupting my perverted thoughts.
“Hey, how have you been?” I replied with a smile. As I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me, I was greeted by a cool blast of conditioned air. Dan leaned in to give me a short kiss on the mouth and a playful grab on the ass.
Dan was forty-two and clean shaven with short, closely cropped hair beginning to grey. Slightly taller than me at six feet even, he was likewise thin, not as muscular as me but in good shape. I had always thought he was a handsome man with grey-blue eyes, narrow features and an aquiline nose. I wasn’t especially into older guys, but I wasn’t closed off to the idea either and after the first time we hooked up it was clear that we had chemistry and had lots of fun together.
He followed me up the narrow staircase to his apartment, ‘Is he looking at my ass? I hope he’s looking at my ass.’ I took my shoes off when we got inside and dropped my bag next the couch in the living room, turning to kiss him in earnest. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tight against him as our lips met and parted, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I melted instantly, knees going weak and letting out a slight moan as his warm, wet tongue played against mine. We stood like that for a few moments, kissing slowly but passionately before he broke it off with a final peck and releases his embrace.
“Make yourself comfortable. Do you want a beer?” He asked heading towards the kitchen.
“Please.” I replied, unbuckling my belt and sliding off my pants. It was a general philosophy of life for me to wear minimal clothing when acceptable, so undressing didn’t necessarily have a sexual context on its own. The tight black hip briefs I was wearing that I thought were sexy however, did. I smiled to myself, noting the bulge of my semi-inflated cock, and sat down on his couch, removing my socks and placing them with my pants.
His apartment was modest, though nice and well kept, in a pleasant suburban area of the city. The living room area was roomy enough with the couch and coffee table opposite a big screen TV in one corner and a chair in the other, and separated from the kitchen area by a bar style counter. Beyond that was the bathroom with a bathtub and a fully glass-walled walk-in shower. The other end of the apartment was the bedroom with a big, queen-sized bed perpendicular to floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors that afforded a fantastic view from the bed. I never asked Dan if he’d put the place together with sex in mind or if it just worked out that way.
Dan returned from the kitchen with a couple beers and leaned down to kiss me again as he set them down on the coffee table before sitting next to me. He lit a cigarette and offered one to me, lighting it for me. We smoked our cigarettes and drank our beers and chatted about our weeks; I enjoyed this, Dan and I weren’t just about fucking, we were friends. After a bit I snubbed out my butt in the ashtray and leaned in to kiss him. I knew he could feel my Bycasino need as our tongues met and he made a low, contented sound. I could taste the smokiness of his mouth as our tongues danced and our saliva mingled. He pushed me back on the couch, asserting his weight over me as I spread my legs for him to rest between them.
We made out like that for a while, my hands sliding up his shirt, running over the taught muscles of his back while his slid up mine, gently flicking and rubbing on my nipples. He gently humped me and I could feel his hard dick pressing into my pelvis as we kissed, fondled and grinded. I wanted his cock so bad in that moment, to feel its heat, its firmness, its size. I wanted to stroke him and suck him and feel him stretch my tight hole with his swollen manhood. I wanted everything I could do to him and everything he could do to me and I wanted it all at the same time, so desperate was my need. ‘Calm down. You have all night to enjoy this.’ I told myself, only half convincingly. Eventually he let up, looking down at me with a smile, a final gentle kiss to my forehead and a happy chuckle.
“I’ll get us a couple more beers.” He said, standing to go.
“Wait.” I sat up and leaned forward, reaching for the waistband of his shorts, deftly unbuttoning them. I slid his shorts down exposing the bulge of his stiff dick straining against his tight black boxer-briefs. Looking up at him I kissed his member through the thin material and nuzzled my face against him. Stepping out of his shorts, he smiled at me and headed off to the kitchen. I leaned back on the couch with a sigh.
Dan came back with the beers and we each lit up another cigarette. He put some mindless show on the TV, but neither of us were paying much attention; I barely made it through my smoke before I could contain myself no longer. I kissed him again, pushing him back to recline on the couch while pulling his shirt up over his head. I rubbed him through his underwear while I probed his mouth with my tongue before lowering myself to kiss and lick his hairy nipples, rewarded with a soft gasp. He was rock hard and straining against the confining material of his boxer briefs as I lowered my face towards his groin and began kissing and licking him through the thin material. My head was swimming as I felt out his firm dick with my mouth, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his sex. After a few moments of teasing him like this I knew neither of us could wait any longer. I reached in through the front flap and finally liberated the object of my desire.
His cock was the most beautiful I’d ever seen, circumcised and seven inches long with solid girth. Not disproportionately thick like some guys but perfectly shaped. Still on the couch, I slid down so I was between his legs, face to face with his engorged cock and big, smooth balls protruding from the flap of his underwear. I was going to make him cum with my mouth and I couldn’t have been more excited as I took his firm shaft in my hand, feeling its heat and density, and buried my face in his balls, licking and sucking at them while inhaling his manly essence deep into my nostrils. I loved to serve; even with women it was usually more about their pleasure then it was mine, and Dan’s ensuing moan of delight rewarded my desire to do so.
I lifted my head in one long lick from balls to base of the shaft to the tip of his head before taking him in my mouth. I moaned around his cock, delighting in its warmth and fullness against my tongue. Holding still I swirled my tongue around his shaft and head, rubbing the underside of his glans, experiencing his dick to its fullest. I began sliding up and down, still dancing my tongue around the underside of his shaft when I began to taste the sweet nectar of his precum coating my tongue. I moaned again and my eyes rolled back, loosing myself in the taste and feel of Dan’s manhood. I have never been great at deepthroating, but I’d take him as deep as I could and bob on his shaft before sliding back up to the head, kissing and licking it before sliding back down again, massaging his balls and the base of his shaft with one hand.
Dan had amazing stamina normally, but I must have been doing a fantastic job on his cock because before too long I could sense him getting close, his breathing growing shallower and his moans becoming deeper and more frequent. His precum was flowing freely into my mouth and I was completely enraptured by the symphony of sensations as I worshipped his throbbing cock. I was hungrier for his cum then I’ve ever been for everything, and before long he obliged me. He grabbed the back of my head and stiffened, moaning loudly. I felt his cock pulse as the first jet of cum splashed against my tongue. The warm saltiness of his jizz filled my senses and I swallowed as squirt after squirt threatened to overfill and spill past my lips. Determined to consume every drop I kept up heroically, swallowing rope after rope of hot cum until the spasms of his orgasm slowed and subsided. My job not over yet, I continued worshipping him as he gasped and moaned until I was satisfied I had sucked the last dregs of semen Bycasino giriş from his softening member. Finally, his cock drained and cleaned and my hunger subdued, I slipped off his dick and looked up at him smiling.
“Wow…” Dan uttered, chuckling. We sat up as he tucked his package back into his underwear and he leaned in to kiss me adoringly. I felt proud I had served him so well, and I felt sexy sitting there in my tight briefs, the taste of his semen still on my tongue, dirty cum slut that I am. We each had another cigarette and finished our beers before Dan proposed shots. What can I say? We had fun together and we knew how to party. For a few hours we just talked and drank and smoked, laughing together and flirting affectionately, just hanging out in our underwear. I was still aching for his cock, but it had subsided to a dull longing, not the desperate prying need I had before servicing him. I could wait and I knew he needed time to recover anyway.
Eventually Dan made us dinner, salmon with a side of potatoes, and we ate together at the coffee table. More beer and whiskey were imbibed and we were both fairly buzzed by now, but we could hold our liquor with the best of them. I’ve always considered myself masculine, and to meet me you would not think otherwise, but something about servicing a man, making my body available for his pleasure, him making me dinner, generally being treated how I had treated women in the past, it was intimate and arousing. When we finished eating, I took our dishes to the sink to wash them.
“You don’t have to do that Matt.” Dan said with a smile.
“No, it’s the least I can do.” I smiled back. I had the instinct to clean for him. After a few minutes at the sink Dan came up behind me and put his hands around my waist and pressed himself against me. His warm mouth made contact with my neck, kissing and nibbling just below my ear. He started gently grinding his pelvis against my ass, his bulge rubbing between my cheeks as he growled in my ear. I shuddered in pleasure and nearly dropped a plate.
“You’re making this very hard.” I said softly.
“So are you.” He replied playfully, his hardening cock grinding into my crack. He chuckled and backed off, drying and putting away the dishes as I washed them.
Chores finally complete Dan grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and we retired back to the couch. Dan opened a small wooden box and started rolling a joint. He lit it up and offered it to me. I was hesitant, my tolerance for weed did not at all match my tolerance for alcohol and I didn’t want to overdo it, but I took a small drag and handed it back to him. Reclining on the couch I snuggled up under his arm and gently kissed his neck and collarbone, my hand drifting onto his crotch, rubbing his bulge as he smoked. I could feel the weed coming on, opening my senses, giving me a feeling of lightness as I felt his cock conversely attain heaviness and density. He was fully erect, once again straining against his boxer briefs by the time he stubbed out the joint in the ashtray.
I straddled him, sitting in his lap as I took my shirt off, and kissed him hungrily. As our tongues played together my hands found the edge of his shirt and tugged it, pulling it up and over his head. We both smiled, taking a moment to appreciate each other’s bodies, sitting crotch to crotch in nothing but our underwear. We made out for what felt like forever, the weed stretching every moment into a timeless eternity, tongues and saliva mingling, firm bulges grinding together gently through the thin material of our garments, my arms around his shoulders, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. I would shudder at the feeling of his tongue filling my mouth and his cock against mine, and he would growl and chuckle happily at my response.
“I think I’m ready.” He eventually uttered softly, between kisses.
“Okay.” I replied, still fully absorbed in the deep and passionate make out session.
“No, I really have to go.” He laughed, snapping me out of it.
I was so excited for this, we talked about it last time I was with him and it had been a huge part of my fantasies since then. I got off him and stood up in front of the couch, sliding my briefs off, fully naked for the first time that day. My damn nerves were acting up again, such was my excitement, so I was only partially engorged, and my clean-shaven manhood hung there in the open air, circumcised and unimpressive at only five and a half inches fully erect. Dan never seemed to care though, and he leaned forward to kiss my dick before rising himself and heading toward the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and brought it with me, placing it on the counter next to the sink. Dan slipped out of his underwear and we stepped into the shower together.
I placed my hands on his hips, drawing him in for a kiss, our naked bodies finally pressed together and I could feel his thick cock against my belly. I sunk to my knees in front of him, kissing down his chest and stomach until I was where I belonged; on my knees, face to face with his cock once again. He looked down at me smiling while I kissed, Bycasino deneme bonusu licked and nuzzled his manhood, feeling its fullness and warmth against my face and lips. Without warning he groaned and a warm jet of piss splashed against my neck, cascading down my chest. I grabbed hold of his shaft and directed his dick at my face, spraying myself with urine, playfully kissing and lapping at his head while the stream poured out of him. The aroma and sensations were intoxicating, and he tasted clear and clean. I directed the hot jet all over me, from my hair down to my dick. I wanted every inch of myself wet with his water, marking me as his territory.
Once I felt fully showered in Dan’s urine, he was still going strong and I took him in mouth to drink straight from the tap. My mouth filled immediately and I swallowed, flicking my tongue against his head, blowing him while his bladder emptied directly into my mouth, chugging mouthful after mouthful of his hot piss. He was going for an impossibly long time and it wasn’t just the weed, I was actually getting full on his urine. I took my mouth off him and let him coat me in another shower of golden fluid. I was saturated inside and out, droplets of piss clinging to my chest hair, eye lashes and eye brows, dripping from my soaked hair. I was a filthy piss-mop and I loved it.
After what had to be at least a few minutes, Dan’s stream finally began to taper off and I took him into my mouth once more to suck and swallow the last remaining bit of his water. His cock, somewhat softened during the event, started engorging once again. I loved the sensation of his growing dick in my mouth, swelling and warming as I pleasured him. Eventually he reached down to help me up and hugged me close, my wet body sliding against his as he forced his tongue into my mouth passionately. I wondered if he enjoyed the taste of himself in my mouth as much as I enjoyed receiving it as I melted against him.
Dan turned on the shower so we could get cleaned up, and we held each other under the warm cascade of water, kissing and playing with each other’s cocks as we soaped each other up, our bodies slipping and sliding together. The weed buzz making every sensation feel just that much more erotic. I felt a slick, soapy hand drift across my butt and between my cheeks and I gasped as a finger began probing at my tight hole, rubbing it and applying just the gentlest pressure. I felt a low growl in my ear as he teased my ass, his hard cock pressed firmly against my stomach. My need for him was rising again to peaks of desperation.
Cleaned and rinsed, Dan shut off the water and grabbed us a couple towels. Drying off, he told me he’d meet me out there. There was an understanding that I liked to warm myself up with a butt plug before getting fucked and he was leaving me to it. I shut the door behind him, it was odd, given everything, but for some reason this was a private thing. I retrieved the toy and a bottle of lube from my bag and got down on my knees on the floor of the bathroom. Coating the thick silicone plug in lube, I spared no time pressing it against my tight sphincter, easing it inside myself. I got most of the way before the sensation of pressure began verging on pain, but I was able to relax and exhale deeply as I pushed it the rest of the way. It slid past its widest point and slipped in to rest, nestled fully inside my colon. I shivered at the feeling of fullness and stood up, wrapping the towel around my waist.
Dan was sitting on the couch with a towel around his waist. He smiled at me and spread his legs as I approached, the edge of the towel slipping off one thigh flirtatiously, still concealing my prize. I put the bottle of lube of the coffee table before him next to a bottle of poppers that had materialized there while I was preparing in the bathroom, and sunk to my knees on the floor between his legs. I pulled the towel away to reveal his cock, softened while waiting for me to come out and bring it back to life. I was happy to oblige as I leaned in and took his entire member into my mouth, burying my nose against his pubis and taking his smooth balls in one hand, gently kneading them and rubbing them against my chin while I worked the underside of his dick with my tongue. I felt him swelling and stiffening quickly until his head was firmly pressing into the back of my throat, threatening to trigger my gag reflex and I had to back off. I slowly and lovingly bobbed up and down on his cock, fully restored to its raging glory.
As much as I loved sucking him, I desperately needed to feel him inside me, stretching and prodding me in ways the immobile plug in my ass never could. I reached for the bottle of lube and squirted a healthy portion onto his dick while I stroked him slowly, coating him with the slick fluid. We made eye contact while I massaged throbbing manhood and I could see the hunger in eyes, making my smile coyly. I reached back and pulled the toy out of my ass, stretching my hole until it slid out easily, making me shiver in anticipation. I straddled him once more, sitting face to face on his lap, and took a hit of the poppers before offering it to him. I could barely wait for him to get the cap back on the bottle, my head swimming, body tingling, desire reaching unsurmountable heights before I positioned him at my waiting hole and sunk down on him, taking his entire length into my body in one smooth motion.
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