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You shouldn't lie on your profile on a hookup app. You shouldn't pretend to be something you're not in your chats.
He said his wife was asleep and he needed some ass. He needed some hairy ass, to be more precise. He said it had been ages since he had fucked a dude; but lately it was all he could think about. He used to be able to get away with it by meeting guys on his lunch hour or on his way home from work. When Covid hit, he started working from home, Even now with things slowly getting back to normal, his boss had decided to have him continue to work remotely. He said it had been over a year and he'd been beating off like crazy thinking about fucking a hairy ass.
He said he wasn't like the guys who say their wife had lost interest in sex. Their sex life was great. He said it's just not the same as railing a masculine, hairy dude. He corrected me when I told him straight married dick was a turn-on for me. He said he was married but he definitely wasn't straight. He was truly bi. He said even though he didn't bottom and he liked to be in charge; he did love to kiss while he fucked. He said he got hard just thinking about making out with a rugged guy with a beard. He loved to reach around and stroke his bottom's dick while he was balls deep in their ass. Extra points if their pubes are long enough to grab onto.
He said he wanted my ass clean, cause he wanted to rim me before he fucked me; and maybe even give me a few licks after he was done. He asked when I showered last. He liked a little musk on his men. I told him I work construction, so I had thoroughly scrubbed the day's sweat and grime off of me when I got home. In the spirit of compromise I agreed to jog over to meet him so I could work up a sweat. We'd already established that we lived in the same suburb. I was about a mile and half away. I told him that I would probably have done a late night run anyway.....if I hadn't found a stud like him to bend over for.
He said he missed being able to let loose. He wanted to get a little rough. He said he liked to kiss and cuddle; but he also wanted someone who was tough enough to take it hard. Just how hard was negotiable. That was up to me. As for his preference, the harder he could go, the better. He said he wanted me to know I'd been fucked. He wanted me to feel it when I went to sleep tonight. He wanted me to feel it the next day. He specifically asked how hard he could smack my ass. Would it be too much if he bruised my butt cheeks a little?
We chatted about safety. I hadn't been with anyone since my latest lab tests. He said that made him feel better, even though we'd be using protection. He said he had condoms. He used them with his wife sometimes when she was on her period. He preferred not to but sometimes she insisted. He said they had used them for anal sex early on; until he was able to convince her that all his "man parts" were washable, as were all their towels. He loved the feeling of his raw cock in her ass. He loved to shoot inside of her and then watch his jizz ooze out. He also confided that they had used them the two times they had a threesome; both times with his old college roommate. The first time was spontaneous. He'd come to visit and they all got a little tipsy. Then he had told his wife that his old roommate's dick was even bigger than his. And that's saying something.
That brings us to his dick. He didn't give me measurements, but there were several pics. I'm on the upper edge of average and it easily looked a couple inches longer than mine. He had to be twice my diameter. You never know with camera angles, but it looked pretty damn big. He had a thick foreskin that covered the head completely when it was soft. It was hard to tell from the boner pics. They showed it looking thick, veiny and formidable. His torso wasn't as toned as mine. I honestly wouldn't have been as interested if it was. He was perfectly beefy and chunky with enough of a belly to show he liked his beer. This is exactly the kind of guy I'm always on the lookout for.
Initially he wanted to fuck me in his garage. After all, the wife was asleep upstairs. I'm not sure why that made me nervous. When he sent the location, I saw it was on the edge of a large park. I told him I jog through there all the time. There are small groves of trees all along there. This time of night it will be deserted. I asked how he felt about fucking outside. He admitted it sounded hot. He asked if I wear a jockstrap when I run. I told him I could make that happen.
When I'm getting ready to bottom, I usually clean my ass and then hop in the shower. It seemed weird to douche and then just scrub my crack with a washcloth. Wearing my jock, old army shorts and sneakers I did a quick stretch and started out. I love to run this time of night. It doesn't cool down much this time of year. At the halfway mark I was sweating pretty good. I decided to pick up my pace and see if I couldn't work up plenty of sweat for him to lick off my hairy crack. I've never run to a hookup before. My mind was racing and I was chubbing up thinking about bracing myself against a tree and letting this married stud have a go at my ass. Before I arrived at the spot I slowed down and did a few more stretches. I wanted to catch my breath.
As the path curved around a grove of trees, I saw someone walking towards me. The height and body seemed right, but there was something about his gait. Something about the way he carried himself. When I got closer, I could see it was a younger guy. He was fucking hot; and probably in high school. As I passed him I gave him a nod and a "Hi" and just kept moving. He stopped and called back at me.
"How's it goin?"
I turned around. I remember thinking, I hope this isn't what I think it is.
"Going great. Just out for a run."
"Kinda late for jogging, isn't it?"
"Best time for it."
"You just running? Or are you meeting someone"
He was taking a few more steps to close the gap between us. This guy was hot as fuck, but was he even eighteen? There is no way he made up that whole backstory. Surely my guy will be coming along any minute. There was an awkward silence as I looked behind me to see if anyone was approaching. When I turned around, he had stepped off the path onto the grass. Just far enough to get him in the shadow of the trees. He had his hand inside his shorts. It makes me mad that I was still trying to decide whether I was leaving or staying. Fuck it! I was just mad.
"You dumb fucker. This isn't right!"
"Don't be mad. I'm really sorry. I swear!"
"Oh don't be sorry, pal. You look fuckin' awesome for being forty-five! Hard to believe you've been married twenty years!"
"Please, man. I said I was sorry."
"Have you even been alive for twenty years?"
"Almost? I brought my driver's license. I'm legal."
"That's not the point. Why make up that whole fucking life history? Look at you! You could probably take your pick of any guy your age. For christ's sake, there are tons of older guys who'd snap you up?"
"I don't want someone my age; and the older guys all want to fuck me. I don't get fucked. I told you I'm a top!"
It was that last sentence that got me. I started to laugh my ass off. I think it scared him. He probably thought I was unhinged.
"Don't you see how funny that sounds? Yes, you told me you were a top. You told me a lot of things, kid. And what about all those pics you sent!"
In answer to that, he tucked his shorts under his low-hanging balls and let that huge cock bob up and down. With his other hand he pushed up his shirt to expose his belly. The pics were pretty damn accurate. I could see how I had mistaken his young hairy gut for the hairy gut on a dad bod. I knew he'd been worried a few seconds ago that I was going to leave. However, when I raised my eyes up to meet his, he had a cocky smirk. Had he known all along that his dick would close the deal?
"I should really leave."
"Please, don't!"
"Why all the deception?"
"I tried talking to you a week ago. We had a great chat until I told you how old I was. Then you turned me down."
"And what does that tell you?"
He just looked down at his feet. His feet were huge. HIs dick was still hanging over the waistband of his shorts but it was down to a chub. The foreskin was almost covering the head now. I was trying to be strong. He lifted his head and looked at me hopefully. He even tucked his junk back into his baggy shorts.
"Let's start over."
"Huh?"
"I lied to you. I'm really sorry, man. I was wrong."
"Okay."
"You really should be flattered. I've looked at those pics on your profile so many times. I've jerked off to that one of you in the gym. The one where you're just going down into a squat? The one where you can see that patch of hair on your lower back, just above the top of your crack. I know I lied, but a lot of the stuff I said is true. So let's start over. Pretend like you weren't going to a hookup. If you were just out for late night run and you caught me here in the shadow of these trees, jerking on my cock, would you want to stop and touch it? Would you think I was good looking?"
My dick had already made my decision. I was going to give him a do-over. I knew I shouldn't. I mean, I've walked away from meetups before when the guy had seriously misrepresented himself. At the risk of rewarding bad behavior, I laid out my conditions.
"Are you really going to lick my sweaty ass?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Are you really going to fuck me hard? Be rough on me?"
"I am."
"Do you really have a condom with you? One that will fit over that baseball bat?"
He smiled.
"Yes sir, I do."
"I'm going to walk up the path a ways. When I come back, I expect to catch you hiding in the shadows and playing with your cock. You'll be embarrassed until he realize how I'm looking at you. Got it?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Good boy!"
I probably walked further than I needed to. I was wondering if I should have checked that license he offered to show me. As I came back, he had his cock out again. He'd moved closer to the trees. He stopped mid stroke when he saw me. He hurriedly tucked himself back in his shorts. When he looked up again, I was staring at his huge bulge. He watched me watch him. Then with a smirk he pulled his prick out the leg of his shorts, cupped it in his hand, and then looked me in the eyes as he spit in his palm and smeared it over his exposed cockhead. It's embarrassing how fast I was on my knees in front of him. I took him in my mouth and rolled my eyes up to look at him. With a hand on each side of my head, he started to guide me up and down the length of his cock. I'm a great cocksucker, but he was too damn thick for me to do my best work. Undeterred, he kept forcing me further. A couple of times he let go of me when I coughed and sputtered. It didn't take long before his cock was covered with spit and phlegm.
He roughly pushed my shoulders down until my ass was up in the air. Then he was behind me, slapping my ass. He pushed my nylon running shorts down, careful to leave the jock in place. He resumed the spanking. I could feel my cheeks getting warm. There was a break in the slaps and I felt him dive into my ass trench. Then he pulled back and laid out the hardest smack yet.
"Hold your fucking cheeks apart!"
When I did, he started to dart his tongue inside me. He alternated that with long forceful licks the length of my crack. He used his teeth to bite at my cheeks and up against my puckered opening. He had one hand in my jock pouch, tugging on my balls and pulling at my pubes. After reaming out my cunt with his tongue, he hawked a gob of spit right on my hole and started to work it open with two fingers on each hand. Holding me open he shoved his tongue back in. Soon it was joined by his thick fingers.
I heard him tear open the condom and flick the wrapper onto the grass next to me before he rolled it on his cock. It was quickly followed by a foil packet of lube that he squeezed onto my hole and along the length of his cock. He pushed down on my shoulders until my face was against the lawn. Then he dipped his cock several times into me; pulling back after each time. After teasing my hole, I felt the wide, latex-covered head at my ass and he started to push. Then, maybe to distract me, he started to swat my ass with the back of his fingers. It stung like hell. I think that's what caused the bruises I saw the next day.
After he had bottomed out in my hole. he put one hand on the back of my neck while he twisted one of my nipples with the other. Throughout the course of the fucking, he switched back and forth. Both tits would be sore tomorrow. Even though there weren't any houses really close, I could tell he was trying to keep down the sound of his slaps and punches. When he started to talk again, it was in a low voice; right up against my ear.
"Fuck yeah! You like that, stud? You like having a big hard cock in your ass? You like me holding you down and forcing my fat dick into you?"
"I fucking love it."
"I'm in love with your hairy ass, daddy. Dudes my age can't take the whole thing. You know how to make a guy feel like a king. Thanks for giving me a second chance. I owe ya. Just like I promised, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"
And he was off! The kid was surprisingly agile. Once he had built up to full speed, he fucked like his life depended on it. After hitting me from behind, he moved up so he was straddling my hips. With a leg planted firmly on each side he hammered down into me with all his weight. After awhile he maneuvered a quarter turn. He was literally fucking me sideways with his left foot pushing down on my neck. By changing that angle of penetration, he was hitting all kinds of buttons inside me. It also made it easier for him to smack my ass and that sensitive area on the back of my thigh. After several minutes, he rotated a little more until he was fucking into me backwards. His fat cock was rubbing my prostate so forcefully from that angle that I felt like I was going to come. Just in time, he pulled out.
"Get on your back!"
When I didn't move fast enough, he barked out at me.
"Now! Get on your back! Get those fucking legs in the air! I haven't even got a chance to kiss you yet. I promised I was going to kiss you."
Holding my ankles, he examined my ass before letting his cock slide all the way in. With my feet over his shoulders, he leaned down to whisper before he kissed me.
"Your ass Looks so fucking hot. It's gaping open, stud. It's fucking beautiful!"
Then with his mouth over mine, he started to pound again. He was pushing his tongue as deep as he could. Then he would suck my tongue into his mouth and hold it there. At one point, he pulled back and looked at me.
"Open your mouth!"
As soon as I did, he spit in it. He spit again and it splattered my face. He used one hand to smear it around before moving in to makeout some more. The intensity of the kiss increased right along with the pistoning of his hips. He must be getting close. There aren't many times I've cum hands free while I was getting fucked; but if he lasted much longer it was going to happen again. When he stopped the kiss to speak, I was right on the edge.
"If I didn't have this fucking condom on, I would love to spray the inside of your ass. But I'm pulling out now because I'm gonna fucking cum!"
He moved like he was possessed. He pushed my legs apart and straddled my chest as he fought to get the rubber off. Just in time, he got about six inches away from my face and started to shoot. Oh to be young again. He unleashed a dozen strong blasts. He spurted in my mouth, across my face, in my beard and over my head. He started to laugh as he just kept shooting. He turned the weapon oh himself and blasted the last couple rounds on his chest and belly. I had worked my hand into my jock and gripped my cock as he unloaded on my face. By the time he was coming on himself I was drenching the inside of my jock with my own load.
As his orgasm subsided he dropped down and kissed me again. He ran his tongue through my beard and even licked his own cum off my forehead, before bringing it down to feed me. This little bastard had hit the perfect balance between rough and tenderness.
He pretty much licked my face clean before standing up and pointing his still hard cock toward the trees. He looked at me and smiled as he let loose a forceful stream of piss in a high arch, drenching the shrubs and undergrowth in the shadows. If he was a little older, a little more experienced, I might have asked him to hose me down. But he's just a youngster. It's true he has a head start on his competition; but some things he's going to have to learn at his own pace.
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