GREG
It was Sunday morning. I was standing near the door to our church fellowship hall watching people arrive. A nice looking man walked in and was greeted by a woman who apparently had invited him. He shook her hand and immediately came toward me with his hand out. "Hi, I'm Greg," he said.
I accepted his handshake and responded with, "I'm Billy."
Greg was about 50 years old, but he didn't look like a 50 year old. He had a trim build. He was dressed in stylish, "worn-look" blue jeans, a cream colored shirt with muted blue and red plaid stripes and a well-tailored blue suit coat. His hair was dark with grey at the temples and across the front and curly in the back. He had a friendly smile with straight, white teeth and kissable lips. And, beautiful, deep blue eyes.
As he proceeded to meet other people, I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. He was handsome.
I'm Billy. I'm 28 years old. I was a college gymnast and I have kept my gymnastic trained body in good shape. I have short-cut, dark blond hair, blue eyes, a smooth body with well-developed pecs, a flat stomach and firm bubble butt.
After awhile, I proceeded toward the church sanctuary for morning worship service. I went and sat in my usual place on the aisle, a few rows from the front. Some minutes later, Greg and his lady friend came in and sat on the second row on the far left side on the sanctuary. (I should mention that his "lady friend" was considerably older than Greg so there was no thought of them being in a relationship.)
Throughout the service, I could watch handsome Greg as he stood for when we sang hymns. I couldn't see what kind of butt he had since his well-tailored suit coat covered it, but I kept looking, just in case.
At the end of the service, I always leave through a side door at the front of the sanctuary. As I headed that direction, I met Greg who was moving to exit through the main doors at the back of the sanctuary. Our eyes met, and he said, "Hey, would you like to have lunch with me? I don't like to eat alone."
I was definitely, pleasantly surprised. I mean, you are a stranger. I don't know you. Why would you invite me to lunch when we just met? But, you are very attractive so I replied, "Thank you, I would enjoy having lunch with you." I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to find out more about someone I definitely found attractive.
Greg put his hand on my shoulder and I turned and accompanied him toward the back of the sanctuary to the front doors of the church. Greg stayed in the usual line to compliment the pastor on the sermon. I stayed off to the side and waited. When he had completed his meet and greet with the pastor, I re-joined him as he guided me to his car in the parking lot, a late-model, blue Mercedes.
I went to the passenger side while he unlocked the car on the driver's side and motioned me in. I settled into the comfortable, black, leather passenger seat while Greg started the car, turned on the AC and turned off the radio. He gave me a quick smile and I smiled back at him.
Greg drove out of the parking lot and onto the street. He didn't ask where I wanted to eat, or tell me where we were going to eat. I didn't ask. I was just happy to be where I could continue being in awe of his handsomeness.
He didn't drive in the direction of our local restaurants. Instead we were going through residential neighborhoods into the country club area where he eventually pulled into the long, winding, tree-lined driveway of a beautiful, large, modern home.
"I hope you don't mind," he said, flashing his warm, friendly smile at me. "I wanted to show you my home."
"Not at all," I replied, not sure where this was going, but so far, happy to still be in his company.
We both exited the Mercedes. I followed him to the front door which he unlocked and motioned me inside.
The interior of the house was beautiful. We entered a large foyer which opened onto a large, well-furnished living room. Greg motioned me into the living room as he said, "make yourself comfortable. I will be right back." He exited the living room while I tried to be comfortable in a strange house with a strange man, not knowing what to expect. I thought we were going to lunch.
I looked around the room. It was well decorated with original art works on the walls. there were two large, light gray, comfortable-looking couches with two matching, over-stuffed armchairs. I eventually settled myself onto one of the couches.
I was admiring a large portrait of a handsome, well-dressed man which hung high on a wall to my left, when I heard Greg say, "I hope you are comfortable."
I turned to my right to find Greg standing in front of me, naked. He had a beautiful body, what I could see, because what I could not help but see was his hard dick which was right in my face.
His dick was seven inches of well-veined, thick, circumcised man-meat with a bulbous, purple-red head and a piss hole with a drop of piss or pre-cum suspended in it. I opened my mouth in awe which gave Greg the opportunity to slip the cockhead inside.
I was shocked! Yeah, I thought the guy was good-looking, and I would probably have wanted to go to bed with him, but this was unbelievable! I really didn't have time to think about it, since Greg placed both hands on the back of my head and slid his hard, thick cock balls-deep in my open mouth. His soft, dark pubes were pressed against my lips and nose. My tongue automatically massaged the underside of the cock and I felt his hairy, low-hanging balls rubbing across my chin.
"I wanted you from the first second I saw you when I first walked into the church, "Greg said.
I was flattered, and I think I felt the same way, but there was no way I could reply with his hard cock stuffed as deep in my throat as it would go.
I think Greg suspected that I needed to breathe so he backed his cock out of my throat, but not out of my mouth. I quickly inhaled much needed oxygen before he proceeded to deep-throat me. This guy knew how to fuck a mouth. Fortunately for him, I knew how to take a big cock down my throat.
Greg pushed me back so my head was against the back of the couch. I placed my hands on his firm butt cheeks and could feel them flex as he plowed his manhood into my face. I ran my tongue over his cock as it moved back and forth between my lips. Greg had a good rhythm as he fucked my face, his balls slapping against my chin.
My own six inch dick was hard inside my suit pants, leaking precum. I was still fully dressed for church. Greg was completely naked.
Greg must have face-fucked me for five minutes before he forced his hips against my face, pushing my head against the back of the couch I thought he was getting ready to cum. He held me that way for a few seconds before his pulled his swollen, saliva-dripping cock out of my mouth.
Just as quickly, he flipped me over so that my upper body was over the back of the couch and my firm, bubble-butt ass was in the air. Yes! I love being fucked and now he's going to fuck me.
Greg quickly shoved my shirt and suit coat forward to my shoulders. He then reached around me and undid my belt buckle. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees, exposing my firm bubble butt.
Greg was standing on the couch with his feet on both sides of my lower legs. I could feel the bulbous head of his cock pushing against my sphincter. I tried to take a deep breath, relax my ass and push open for him. But before I could, Greg shoved his hard, thick, cut cock inside me in one violent thrust. He was balls deep inside me again, but this time from the other end. My ass muscles tried to expel the painful invader but all of his weight was on top of me. I screamed in pain, but there was no one but Greg and I to hear.
Greg held all of his weight on top of me until my ass had relaxed around his painful intruder. My ass felt full and I liked the feeling of fullness. I liked the feel of his hard, thick cock inside me. I had recovered from the initial stab of his painful entry. Now I wanted to feel Greg's manhood moving inside me. I wanted to feel him shoot his manseed in my hot ass chute. I wanted to enjoy this handsome stranger riding my firm bubble butt.
I squeezed Greg's cock with my ass muscles, signaling him to proceed. Greg understood my signal. He lifted his body weight off of me. He slid his hard, throbbing cock back until only the bulbous head was inside me. Then he proceeded to fuck me. He fucked me hard. He rammed his hairy groin against my bubble butt cheeks, slamming his cock as deep inside me as the length of his cock allowed. Then he would withdraw until only the cock head was still inside me and shove forward again. I wanted more, but he gave me all he could, as hard as he could.
Greg fucked me hard for several minutes. I own dick was leaking pre-cum all over the back of his couch. My ass was sore, but It was a pleasurable sore. I was enjoying this fuck. I had never been fucked this hard for this long and I wanted more.
Greg collapsed his body weight on top me again. He was resting.
"Do you like this?", he asked.
"I do," I repled.
"Good," he said, "I'm enjoying it too."
I squeezed his hard cock with my ass muscles. He got the message. He lifted his weight off of me and began to fuck me again.
This time, Greg was not so rough. He was enjoying the pleasurable feeling i was giving him with my ass. I think at first he thought he was forcing himself on me, but when he saw that I was a willing participant, he relaxed to enjoy the fuck.
He fucked me pleasurably for several minutes again. Then he began to pick up his pace. I could tell he was getting ready to orgasm. I moved my hips to meet his. I rotated my hips so his cock touched every nerve in my ass, and my ass touched every nerve in his cock. This was one of the best fucks I have ever experienced.
Greg lunged forward forcing his cock as deep inside me as it would go. His hairy balls slapped against my firm, bubble butt. His long, thick cock throbbed. I could feel his cumload shooting inside me. Greg lunged against me again. More of his manseed exploded into my hungry ass. Another hard lunge as he pumped warm cum inside me. He made a couple more thrusts with his hips as he drained his balls into my man cunt.
My own hard dick began to shoot cum onto the expensive, gray fabric of his couch. With every thrust of Greg's cock, my dick shot my sweet, milky seed. It was as if his cum was going out of his dick, through my ass and exploding out of my dick. My balls ached they pumped so much cum.
He collapsed onto my back, breathing heavily. I squeezed his softening cock with my ass muscles, milking any remaining Greg-cream from his cock.
He eventually raised himself off of me. He grasped my bare hips and pulled me up from the back of the couch. My suit pants were around my knees. My shirt and suit jacket fell back down over my hips. I looked him in his beautiful, blue eyes. He just smiled and leaned down to pull up my pants.
I adjusted my pants, tucked in my shirt, zipped and buttoned them up and buckled my belt. I probably looked like and I had slept in my suit, which I sort of did.
Greg was standing in front of me, still naked, with cum on the shaft and head of his soft cock. I wanted to lean down and clean him up with my mouth but, somehow, it didn't seem appropriate.
"I enjoyed that," said Greg. "I'm glad we got together."
"I enjoyed it too," I replied, still looking into his blue eyes, hoping there was more. I still had not experienced his kissable lips, or lunch.
"Let me get dressed so I can take you wherever you need to go", he said.
"Thanks, I just need to get my car at the church," I responded.
Greg left the room. I watched his firm ass and broad back as he walked away from me.
After a few minutes he returned in the same clothes he wore earlier minus the jacket. He motioned toward the front door and I led the way. He locked the door and we got into the Mercedes and he drove me back to the church where my car was parked.
"Nice meeting you," Greg said as I got out of his car.
"Yes, the pleasure was mine." I replied.
Greg didn't reply. I closed his car door and he drove off.
There was no hint of any future get together between us. No "See you later." Just a memory of a very pleasurable experience and a very sore ass as a result. And, no lunch.
A few days later, I saw in the newspaper where Greg was running for mayor. There was photo of him, his wife and collage-age son. I wonder how he explained the large cum stain and the back of couch?
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