This is a non-fictional account of an adult homoerotic adventure. If you're offended by such things or underage in your jurisdiction, go away.
A couple of summers ago...
...his ad said that he was 27 etc, had one load in him already, and was looking for another. It was late. More accurately it was rather early, but I couldn't let this slip away. He was close by, and in under 10 minutes I had biked over.
He buzzed me into his building...apt 202, knock, knock. He answered the door wearing only a pair of boxers. The room was dark, but by the light from the outer hall, I could make out that he was as he had described...5'10", meaty build...you know not fat but muscled with enough padding to make for some good grappling...narrow waist, lightly furry broad chest, and yes, GL indeed. Without a word, he turned and started down his hallway. I shut the door behind me and followed.
Then I became aware how quite warm his apartment was. It was August, he didn't have AC, and it was for the morning, still warm and humid. His bedroom was lit only by a television...porn of course. It might have been something by Hot House; the models had that look anyway. He turned to face me, and before I could kiss him, he was on his knees.
I was in my soccer shorts...you know the ones I wear to the gym and had gone several days without washing, cmando, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. His face dove into my crotch, and he must have liked what he stuck his face into, because he began slobbering through my shorts like a dog with his favorite rawhide. At half mast, I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. He went to dive on my dick again, but I stopped him. Before giving him what he wanted, I slapped his face and tongue with it. We didn't spend a lot of time with this. We both knew why I was there, and it wasn't for a blow job.
So once I was sufficiently hard and wet, I pulled out of his mouth. He looked up at me like...huh? I nodded for him to get up, and when he had, I pushed him over toward his bed. The TV was at the foot of his bed, and at this point I knew it wasn't Hot House...the fuckers weren't using rubbers. He scrambled into position like a dog in heat, faced the TV, clutched a couple of pillows, and presented himself. Damn, if only everything in life were that easy. I climbed up behind him, and I figured since he had recently been fucked and spermed, he was already prepared enough. So I spit on his hole and just teased it with my cock head. He wanted me, and I wanted him, but first I wanted this more. I wanted him to agonize. I wanted him to have to wait. He was wriggling. He was impatient. Then that son of a bitch backed up on me...pop. So I pulled out, slapped his ass hard, and plunged back in...he exhaled something like uhngff.
If I had wanted to I could have dumped in him in short order, but I wanted his warm hole for a while. Although, it was only just warmer than the still, heavy air in his room. I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead. For a while I was slowly long-dicking him. That little perv was ass up, shoulders down, and head up watching the porn. By now the bottom on TV was in a sling with a line of men waiting their turn. Was this his fantasy? Now I like porn like most men, but the sight of that meaty lightly furry rump, narrow waist, and broad back was enough for me...all for me. I also noticed that he wasn't touching his dick. This guy was fucking perfect.
He was still watching the porn, so I pushed his face down into the pillow, and for a while, I kept up the slow long-dicking punctuated with quick, deep thrusts. I pawed his ass. I held onto his waist. Then I needed to edge off a little, so I pulled out...plop. From what I could make out, that little fuck was gaping...and oozing. Then he slowly closed like a clam, and after I had collected myself, I rammed my cock back in...there was an audible snap...arggg mixed with a low whimper. Oh fuck...my mind started racing...I was sweating. I pulled out again, and his hole snapped shut. Again, I went back in...hard...pop. This time it was a grunt and an earnest whimper. Trying to ease off of me he fell forward, but I only fell forward with him. On his belly, my sweaty, hairy chest on his back, I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling us tightly together, I began a slow circular grind. I was growling in his ear and chewing on his sweaty, salty neck.
I pulled him up back into position, and one last time, I pulled out...and slam...pop. This time it caused him to jerk, but getting up on his knuckles and arching his back only caused him to impale himself harder on my cock. There was a deep rumbling sound coming from his throat. I pulled his head back toward me by his hair, turned his face towards mine, kissed him deeply, and then spit on his handsome face. I was pretty near ready, so I wrapped my arm around his neck once again, pulling us tightly together, and while pumping him, growled a torrent of obscenities in his ear. I was pumping him. Oh fuck, I was pumping my jizz into him.
I caught my breath, wordless and spent, I easily re-clothed, and left him face down on his bed. I never did see or touch his dick, and I really didn't care. When I rode back home, the sun was just below the horizon, and I quickly fell asleep.