Flexible Former Gymnast
Another weekend, with an almost empty dorm floor, and horny as hell, I went back on line to see if there was anyone interesting in walking distance of the university. I found the profile of a "mostly bottom" guy, 35, 8" cock, Asian/Caucasian mix, 5' 6", 130 lbs., masculine appearing, athletic, former gymnast. I got his number, we texted, then phoned. We both sounded good, so he gave me his address, which was only 3 blocks away from the edge of campus. He owned a row house, in very good shape, on a nice street.
I rang the bell, he opened the door, saying, "You are Jason?"
"Yes, and you are Chan?"
"Sure am, you can put your shoes here on this mat."
He gave me a big hug, which, lingered, on the part of both of us. He nuzzled my neck, and I his. We moved against each other, he was wearing sweats. I could feel his hard cock against mine. We kissed, it was good, he was a good kisser. Now, if you have read my other stories, I rarely kiss, I have to have chemistry, and there was instant chemistry with Chan. And, again, I do not believe in love at first sight' but this was certainly lust at first sight'. We prolonged this moment, kissing feeling each other, I got his cock and balls over the edge of his sweats, he pulled down my shorts, now we were cock to cock, both in his hand while I was running my hands over his pecs.
"Whoa," he said, "let's do this right. Follow me. I followed his tight hairless ass up the stairs to a bedroom with a king sized bed, mirrors on two walls. We stripped. His body was amazing, all muscle but not overbuilt, lean, muscles that were built to do things, not to just show off. And his cock was an inch shorter than mine, cut, and as good looking as a cock can be. He had almost no body hair, just under his arms, and pubic area. Balls were hairless. (And later when I got a look at his hole, only a few stray hairs around it, and likewise his taint.)
We played around for a while, some sucking, some ass licking (him on my ass, not me on his), and eventually the main event. Condoms, lube, I fingered him, and was ready to fuck him. He got on the bed and lay on his back with his ass over the edge so I could just walk up, and insert, which I did. I played with his cock, and having sucked it for a while, bent over to see if I could fuck and suck at the same time, and, low and behold, I could! I could keep my cock in his hole and suck his cock at the same time, because there was a long way between his hole and the tip of his cock, and, I am pretty flexible -- not flexible enough to suck my own cock -- only 3% of Caucasian males can do this -- but I can almost do it.
Chan moaned, and told me how good it was. He pulled my head down on his cock, keeping my cock in his ass, and it was working well. I get turned on sucking cock, so my cock was even harder, and he appreciated it, and his was getting bigger, too. We went on for a few minutes and suddenly the head of his cock got measurably bigger in my mouth and he came. And not just a little cum, a mouthful if you please. That got me off, and I came in the condom in his ass, both of us sweating and sated, at least for the moment. I pulled out and laid next to him.
"Wow, that was good," he said. "Just you fucking me would have been enough to make me happy, but this was tremendous."
"I really liked it, too. Can you suck your own cock?"
"I could until I was 16 or so, then it is close but close only counts in horseshoes. Can you?"
"Never, although I used to try, figuring that eventually, if I kept practicing I would, but the older I got, the further away it got. Anyone ever manage what we just did?"
"Nope, a first time for everything. Can you go again?"
"Sure," I said, "I am always good for two and most of the time, with a break, for three."
"How about a glass of wine, or a beer, or a Coke, or a Gatorade, or something like that?"
"A beer would be nice," I said. We traded life stories, his father was Han Chinese, and his mother was Italian. They met in college, his father's family had escaped China in 1950 when Mao took over, so he was born in California, and worked in an advertising agency in Philly. He had had an older lover who died of a heart attack and was staying single "for a while" and not rushing into another relationship -- although that did not rule out seeing a guy more than a few times.
He showed me a coffee table book of erotic gay scenes, and we were both hard again, put down the book, and kissed again. More playing around, and he said, "Want me to fuck you?"
"No, I am good, I would much rather top." So, we did it again, more slowly, but I got his cock in my mouth again, and pumped his ass, which pushed his cock into my throat, that and his hands on my head, and he came again, and so did I. It was even better the second time around. We disengaged, cleaned up, I refused another beer since I had a lot of studying to do on Sunday, kissed goodbye and I went home.
But, before I could go to sleep, I had to JO again, to the image of my mouth on his beautiful cock while my cock was in his essentially hairless ass.