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It was 9:15am and this sales meeting already had my mind wandering to last night's adventures.
My phone was on silent, but I could feel it vibrate. I glanced at my iWatch and saw it was a message from Chris. I pushed my chair back to avoid the prying eyes of my colleagues. I clicked the message notification and a photo popped up.
It was a pic of Chris in class, at least I think it was Chris. The pic was of a guy sitting in a desk and the camera aimed down to his crotch while he held out his waistband to show a hard cock flopped over on his thigh.
I quickly closed the message, but not before responding with an exclamation mark.
The meeting droned on until our lunch break at 11. We were to reconvene at 1:30pm. That gave me time to grab lunch and to respond to Chris.
"Nice pic. Very nice. But keep that in the app. Opening that in the wrong place could get me or you in trouble."
"My bad," then he followed with, "been hard all morning."
"Did you rub it out?"
"Nah. Saving it just in case."
"In case of what?"
"In case you want a rematch."
"Ha! Never thought of a second date as a rematch."
"Date? Don't go falling in love."
"Ha! Don't kid yourself," I quickly replied.
"So?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to fuck like animals. You?" Chris asked.
"You should be a poet."
"C'mon Joe! Let's meet again. What else you gonna do?"
"Do you have a ride?"
"No, I want you to pick me up. Fuck that Uber shit. Just pick me up."
"Why do you hate Uber?"
"It's weird and they look at me like I'm hooking up."
"You are hooking up," I said
"They don't know that" defended Chris.
"Apparently they do."
"C'mon!"
"Okay. I'll pick you up at 9:30."
"9:30? You not taking me to dinner?"
"Don't go falling in love."
"Fuck you."
"I hope so! I'll text when I am on my way."
The afternoon dragged on into the early evening.
We had a dinner meeting and cocktails. I began in the afternoon saying I didn't feel great. I was planting the seeds for when I would break off early.
I excused myself from dinner at about 8. I returned to my hotel room and showered well, making sure all the wobbly bits were clean and fresh.
I messaged Chris to make sure it was the same address the Uber used. He confirmed and I told him I would be in a blue BMW.
I arrived at the apartment complex.
I had to laugh. This was classic off-campus life. A non-descript apartment building. In a small courtyard there was a maroon sofa. There were three or four residents on or around it.
The door to the complex opened and Chris came bounding out.
A guy from the sofa yells out, "Broski!"
Chris turns and waves.
The guy continues, "You hangin' tonight?"
"Nah, my uncle is in town. Going to spend some time with him."
"Nice! Drink the good shit!"
Chris opens the door and slides in the car. I look at him and ask, "Your Uncle? Broski?"
"Don't. You sound like my mom."
I laugh and he continues, "That's Chad, he's a lax bro-- cool dude."
"Does he want to come along?"
"I wish!"
Less than thirty seconds in the car and the kid reaches for the stereo.
"We can't listen to the news. Let's get some tunes!"
"It's a ten-minute drive..."
"That's like three songs!"
He put on some deep bass shit and turned the volume up. I could feel my insides vibrating. It was sexy to see him relaxed.
We parked in the hotel garage and made our way to my room.
He walks in and goes to the fridge to open himself a beer.
"Um, help yourself..."
"You too!" Chris said as he hefted his package in his right hand.
"You're in a good mood!" I said as I clicked the TV on Spotify.
Chris walked towards me, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm here."
He leaned in to kiss me. The peck on the lips turned into a deep tongue kiss. He held is beer in his left hand and his right went around my waist and up the back of my shirt. His hands were so hot.
I moved to his neck and began kissing and licking my way around. I moved to his ear. I did that teasing where you barely touch their ear, teasing it. Whispering how sexy he is.
He steps back and sits the beer on the desk and begins pulling his shirt over his head. I start to lift my shirt and Chris says, "Let me."
He steps back to me and begins to undress me. He removes my shirt and unfastens my jeans. He pushes his hand down the front and squeezes my cock and balls through my boxers. Our tongues are tied in a battle for domination as I moan into the kiss.
He starts to work on his own jeans, and I continue to push mine down, boxers and all. I stand up and there is Chris, standing in nothing but a jockstrap and a big grin.
"You like it?"
"It's hot. I love it," I said.
"I read online that older guys like jock straps."
"There's that charm!" I smiled.
"You know what I mean. I was going to let you keep it."
"In that case..." I said as I stepped closer to resume our kiss.
We slowly moved closer to the bed, bumping the side.
As soon as he felt the comforter, Chris turned and hopped on the bed doggy style.
"I want you to eat my butt again!"
"I love that we have dirty sex, and you can't say `ass."
"Fine," Chris said, "eat my ass!"
I didn't need to be told again and I buried my face deep into his ass. I purposefully didn't shave that day, just in case we would meet again. Nothing feels so electric as stubble on your hole!
He smelled so damned good. I worked that hole with my tongue as he encouraged me to go deeper. I reached under and gave his hard cock a few tugs and licked from his ball sack up to his hole. I stood up and pushed his ass to the side. He rolled over and I climbed on top kissing his abs and chest, making my way to his mouth.
My knees were straddling his hips and I could feel the mesh of his jock on my ass. I leaned down and locked lips with him again. This guy was a great kisser. He was forceful, but gentle with his mouth, and when he would suck on my tongue it would drive me wild.
My cock was already dripping, and he put his hands on my ass pulling me forward. As I scooted up, he took my cock in his mouth and began working his tongue on my shaft. He took his hand and from the base would milk out precum and lick it off the head.
"Tonight, you're fucking me!" I announced.
"Seriously?" Chris asked, "Are you sure about that?"
"Fuck yes!"
I turned around so we could sixty-nine. I pulled that pouch to the side and vacuumed his cock into my throat. Chris moaned and writhed under me. His mouth was magical. He pulled off and I could feel him trying to stretch, then, "Sit up."
"Mhhmhm." I tried to say "no'" but my mouth was full.
"Sit up." And with that he gave my ass a light smack.
I sat up and before I could say anything, his tongue invaded my hole.
Waves of pleasure filled my body. I lost track of time, but I did not want him to stop.
He made a final lick and pushed back to a kneeling position, and he scooted out from under me. He twisted and turned as he got to his knees and removed that jock at the same time.
"Lube on the nightstand."
"Got it."
I heard a squirt sound and then that unmistakable sound of cock getting oiled up. I felt one, then two fingers in my hole as he massaged the ring.
"Are you sure you want me to fuck you?"
"Just do it. Stop teasing me."
I could feel him pressing that prodigious head against my hole as his left hand braced my hip.
"Easy. Go easy."
Chris moaned "Oooohh!" as I made a more guttural sound indicating an invasion of my guts. He leaned over me and wrapped his arms around me in bear hug.
"This is so hot," he whispered as he began short strokes to open me up.
"That's good," I encouraged him, and his strokes became a bit longer.
He raised back up and began to pump longer and more forcefully.
He would brace my hips and really buck into me. He was hitting all of the right spots and I thought I may cum without even touching myself.
He gave my ass a stinging smack and commanded, "Turn over."
I flipped on my back and pulled back my legs. Chris lined up his cock and rammed my hole. This jock was an aggressive fucker.
Without leaving my hole he pushed his legs back and assumed a push up position. He began pumping my hole like the wheels on a train. He caught a rhythm and went nuts. Our eyes were locked, and the only sounds were Ed Sheeran's "The Shape of You" from the TV and that smushing sound of a wet ass being fucked.
I felt like I was going to pass out and I realized I forgot to breathe. I gasped for air, and he collapsed on top of me. My hole was filled with his cock and now my mouth with his tongue.
Our bodies were wet with sweat. The room wasn't hot, but we were working it.
"Are you ready?"
"Fuck yeah, I'm ready."
"I was getting close to blowing my load." Chris advised.
"Don't! I want you to cum in my mouth."
"No. I want to breed you."
I must have made a face as he followed that with, "Is that not the right word?"
"That's the right word, I just didn't expect you to say it."
"I saw it online. I want to breed you!"
"You're a dirty pig!"
He replied, "Oink! Oink!" as he sat up and resumed the shafting. He was long dicking me and peppering the air with some raunchy talk. Some of it didn't really make sense, but it was clear this kid had watched A LOT of porn.
The faster he went, the harder I rocked into it. We were grunting in unison. He began to fist my cock which had grown hard in this last assault. He swiped the precum from my head and brought it to his mouth.
Chris threw his head back and pinched his own nipples as he groaned, "Here it comes...'
"Here it comes!"
He pumped one last time. Chris began to tremble a little and his thighs went rock hard.
He began grunting like an animal with each pump of cum he filled me with.
I reached forward and was rubbing his stomach and treasure trail.
His eyes were sealed shut as the waves of his orgasm coursed through him.
His body jerked and convulsed a couple times as he pulled out and collapsed next to me.
Through heavy breaths he said, "It gets so sensitive when I cum."
I rolled his way and began kissing him deeply. I said softly, "That is the hottest fuck I've ever had."
"You didn't cum."
"Not yet. We'll get there. Do you need to go?"
"No, my Thursday seminar was cancelled this week."
"Then let's take it slow and have fun."
"You don't mind taking me back late?"
"Why can't I take you back in the morning?" I said flirtingly.
"You mean spend the night?"
I nodded.
Chris said, "Ain't that a little gay?"
"Jesus! My ass is filled with your load, and you just asked if it was gay. No, `a little gay' is a midget drag queen."
He looked confused, "I don't get it.'
"It's a dad joke. You are welcome to spend the night or tell me when you want to go. I'm having fun. And you may want to rethink your use of the word `gay'!"
"My bad, you know what I mean. I've never spent the whole night with a dude."
"It's not some dude'. You're just a bosky' hanging out with his uncle."
"Seriously. You gotta stop saying that. You sound like my mom when say `Broski'."
"Yesterday it was Daddy,' and today it's Mom.'"
"I will stay if you'll stop talking."
"Fine," I said as he leaned into a kiss.
"I gotta pee," he said he hopped off the bed and walked bare assed to the bathroom. As his stream hit the water, he said, "Let's watch some porn!"