This is just a random sexual encounter story about a guy meeting a guy with long hair. I'm not sure which section that would apply to.
"The Mane Attraction"
My ex-partner, Christopher, and I had been separated for the better part of nine months. During that time, I was completely absorbed with my job and securing myself financially and emotionally. One night, after I felt that had been accomplished, I decided to absorb myself in the physical side of my life and I was going on the prowl, so to speak. After a long and exhaustive workout and an equally long hot shower, I assembled my hunting attire.
I slipped on a pair of leather shorts, left off a shirt but decided to put on my black leather vest. I dug around and found what was probably my only pair of white socks. I laced up my combat boots and was finally ready to go.
The Lair was the local gay bar and one of the cruisiest. The good thing about that was that, as a rule, only the men's men went there.
I felt like I had been there forever. The smoke and the loud music were starting to give me a headache and I had almost talked myself into leaving, when this man came in. When he came in the door, his entire being screamed S-E-X. We saw each other at the same time from opposite ends of the bar. I made no attempts to hide the fact I was interested.
He wore a pair of short white shorts that hugged a perfectly orbed ass and embraced a bounteous basket. He wore no shirt and only a leather jacket and his chest was the stuff of wet dreams. Huge pectoral muscles rippled with even the slightest movement and washboard abs that you could scrub clothes on did the same. As he moved through the amber halos of light, I could see every inch of his treasure chest was covered in dense blonde hair that perfectly matched the mane of hair that fell down his back.
I had always "had a thing" for long hair on a man. Something about long, flowing hair made a man look primal and a little savage,more manly, just the way I liked them.
I made a rather bold move by asking the hunk to have a beer with me. He accepted without hesitation. When I told him it was back at my place, he snaked a rather large hand along my waist to my ass and squeezed.
"Fine by me, pal." he said with a smile.
I paid the bartender for the drink I was drinking and the tall blonde stranger and I left.
"You know," I said as we cleared the parking lot. "I didn't drive here tonight. I intended on getting completely wasted so I had a friend drop me off." I lied.
"No sweat." he said, producing a set of keys from his shirt pocket.
We went to a sleek black sports car with tinted windows. He took a small black box from his jacket and disarmed the car alarm. He then opened the doors and we got in. He put the key in the ignition and I expected him to start the car, but he just sat there and stared at me.
"What?" I asked, suddenly very self-conscious.
"You have the look of someone looking...no...stalking something."
"Maybe I am." I said, putting my hand on his knee.
"You know, you need to be careful when hunting." he said.
"Really? In what way?"
"Never..." he said, the word clinging to his tongue. "...ever...underestimate the prey."
He leaned across the seat and kissed me, holding my neck with a firm but gentle grip. I felt his tongue edge my lips lightly before prying them apart and challenging my own to an oral duel.
His other hand moved to my crotch. I felt his fingers brush the edge of my hardening cock.
"Pretty impressive." he moaned, as our lips parted.
"Let's go to my place." I said, breathlessly. "I really think things would be better there."
"Whatever you say." he smiled, starting the car.
He backed out of the parking lot and we were on our way.
Once we were through my front door, the blond god swept my vest from me and threw his jacket into a dark corner. He then took my body into his arms. He ground our bodies against one another, pressing our hot flesh as if trying to make us one by sheer force of will.
"God, you're hot!" he moaned heavily into my ear.
Suddenly, I became aware of so much about this man that I never even knew before tonight. He had a unadulterated male scent that pervaded my senses and a primal roughness as he began to kiss and bite my neck. The bites weren't huge gashes, but they weren't little nips either. They were more like a hungry animal wanting to savor the taste of a fresh kill. He knew he captured me and he was in no hurry to devour me.
I hadn't bothered turning on the lights as we came in. The faint and only light in the room came from the hall light I had left on as I was leaving and I couldn't really see this blond beauty except in my mind's eye but my mind was reeling from the feelings he inflamed in me. He put his hands at the waistband of my shorts. He snaked his fingers into the fabric and wrapped the tight material into his solid grip. He clamped his teeth onto my neck, not to hurt me but to hold me. With an astounding action, he split my shorts with one hard jerk.
The man had just torn a pair of leather shorts with one yank, and I swear I heard him growl.
His hands came up my back as what was left of my shorts fell to my feet. I stepped free of them and moved one of my legs between his. I ran my knee along his thigh and gently nuzzled his balls, rubbing them through his shorts.
He eased me back against the front door and kissed me. His hands disappeared from my body for the briefest of moments and I heard his shorts fall to the floor.
My hands found the carpeting of thick hair on his extraordinary chest.
I ran my fingers around and around in it, taking in the sublime sensation of something that was so different from anything I'd ever felt before.
Christopher had had hair on his chest. He wasn't covered like this man, but he had a nice crop of dark down in the center of his chest. Christopher's chest hair had a coarse feel to it, however, but this was satiny soft and just like fur. I could've played in it forever.
I rubbed my face in it, delighting in the feel of it.
I felt his strong hands travelling along my back onto my neck and along my jawline, ever so slightly . He brought my face back from his chest and looked me in the eye. I hadn't really seen his face up close and only in the tainted lighting of a crowded bar and the harsh beams of a street light. Even though now it was only by a faint light at the end of my hall, I saw his face more clearly. He had a slighlty squarish face with high cheekbones. Under slightly arched eyebrows were the most exquisite emerald eyes that shown brightly, to spite the dull light. Heavy lashes edged his eyelids and when he would blink, I expected to feel a breeze. He had a Romanesque nose under which grew a thick golden mustache that sheltered the most ample lips.
"Are you ready?" he said, his voice like soft sandpaper. It washed over me and at the same time grated on me sweetly.
"For what?"
"To...play."
He leaned forward and kissed my chin. He put his tongue in the small cleft of my chin and ran it slowly down my throat to my collarbone. Once there, he paused ever so shortly to nip playfully with his teeth before moving down my chest.
He captured my left nipple between his teeth and my right one between his thumb and forefinger. He teased both simultaneously into hardened nubs and beyond to tender points of pleasure.
He moved down my body, pausing to lathe my navel with his capable tongue, causing me to shiver literally from head to toe.
"Beautiful." he said in barely a whisper.
He cupped my ass in his hands and laid his head against my lower stomach. Heat radiated from his body, infusing me with a strange warmth like none I'd ever known. I don't know how long he stayed there, his head against my stomach and my fingers laced in his long flaxen hair, but when he moved I could swear I still felt him there.
With gentle but deliberate movements, he positioned me on the floor, removing my boots and socks with a tantalizing but deliberate slowness. He kissed the soles of my feet and smiled at me.
He brought pillows from the couch and put them under my head and my back.
He kissed me again, pushing his tongue into my mouth to caress my own. I ran my hands along his arms and onto his shoulders before continuing along his cheeks to tangle them in his hair. I couldn't help myself. I was lost in it and in this man.
Bringing our kiss to an end, he replaced himself at my feet. I felt my leg being lifted into the air, his strong hands on my calf and my heel. His mouth imprisoned my big toe, much to my surprise. His tongue swirled around and around it with a suffering slowness. He purposely prolonged his sweet torment, until I writhed under his oral maneuvers before moving on to the next digit. This continued until he had tongued and tantalized every toe on both my left and right foot.
He then progressed up my legs to the center of my desire. After almost six months of self-induced celibacy, I was surprised that I could contain the pent up sexuallity that threatened now to burst free on it's own.
He hovered over my raging hard-on so closely I could feel his breath on my tender head. I arched my hips madly in the air, but he was too fast. He moved his head back and caught my hips in his powerful hands.
"Not yet." he said.
"Alright..." I consented, not knowing really why.
"Are you willing to do as I say?" he asked, straddling me.
"Yes." I answered, maybe a little too quickly.
"Without question?" he said. He bent and kissed my smooth chest lightly.
"Yes." I said, unexpectedly subservient.
He continued his kisses all along my body. He intermixed them with the small bites he had visited my neck with. He covered my entire body with kisses and nips, ever avoiding the one place that was beyond aching for him to visit with his precious mouth.
"You want my mouth on your pretty prick, don't you?" he said, as if he'd read my mind. Not that this would've been too hard.
"GOD, YES!" I said, sounding like a starving man at a buffet.
"Not yet." he said, continuing his kisses.
Apparently devising another way to torture me, he drug his hair along my chest and down to veil my desire engorged dick.
"Please..." I begged him. "...your mouth...PLEASE!"
"I said..." he said, flinging his hair over his shoulder and looking me in the eye with a knowing smile. ".. not yet."
I really couldn't think of anything else he could do to me. He had kissed, sucked and bit every inch of my body and discovered a few very sensitive places I never knew I had. The only thing left was to go down on my dick, which I wanted him to do so badly.
Maybe if I asked nicely, again.
"Please..." I entreated him. My voice cracked at first, but returned to normal. "...just kiss it."
"Just a kiss?" he said, his tone of voice suggesting he might do as I asked this time.
"Yeah, just the head." I said, propping myself up on my elbows.
He knealt over me, his legs on either side of mine. He bent slowly and pressed his lips ever-so- slightly to the head of my dick. I flinched madly at the contact. It was all I could do to keep from ramming my rod right past those perfect lips and burying my prick in his throat.
"Like that?" he purred.
"Yeah, just like that."
He opened his mouth a fraction and kissed the mushroom tip again. "Like that?"
"Uh-huh." I said, my mind not wanting to form the words for anything else.
My blond beefcake knew exactly what he was doing. He was driving me mad and I loved it!
He opened his mouth again, a little wider this time and kissed my dickhead.
"You like that, don't you?" he said.
"Yes..."
"You want more?"
"...Yes." I moaned, lifting my hips a fraction of an inch off the floor.
"Ask nicely."
"Please give me more of you sweet mouth on my hard cock." I said, not ashamed at all to beg for what was probably the best mouth I'd ever had on me in all my life.
He pursed his lips and pressed them against the tip of my dick. Easing his head forward, my oral god pushed his lips over my raging tool enveloping me inch by marvelous inch. His hot mouth sheathed my member while his tongue washed over it like a stream over stones.
Every fiber of my being wanted to spear his luscious lips with my love lance. I gripped the pillows under me so hard, I thought I might rip them.
"Good LORD!" I said through clenched teeth and tensed muscles as he finally reached the base of my dick. "FUCK!"
My dick throbbed and pulsed with pent up passion as he bathed it with his tongue as he held the entire shaft in his warm oral cavity. I thought I would go mad with the sensations that were surging within me.
"Let me fuck your mouth." I said after a while.
Slowly, he released my arms and spread my legs. He put an arm under each of my legs and held my hips, never letting an inch of my dick escape his lips.
Leisurely, he eased his lips back to the crown of my rod and held his head still. His tongue swirled around the head, along the teder underside and gently back to pry open the tiny slit as he had done my lips. All the while, he maintained a wonderful suction.
I brought my hands up to his face and rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs.
"SO sweet." I murmured. "So fucking sweet."
I hinged my legs at the knees and began to ease my pole back into the sweet cavern it had been enveloped in. Then back out, and on until I had set up a slow and steady pace and I was face-fucking my blond baby.
"MMMMMMM." he moaned around a mouthful of dick.
"You like it, baby?"
"MMMMMMM." he moaned again.
"You want more?" I asked, not being able to resist the irony of how the tables had turned.
"Yeah, FUCK MY FACE!" he said, leaving my dick just long enough to deliver his request.
My hips jackhammered in and out of his mouth. His lips and tongue conspired perfectly to bring me off. I felt the familiar tug of my balls and so did he as my body tensed. He dug his fingers into the cheeks of my ass, urging me on.
"Yeah, baby! I'm gonna...gonna..." I panted, pulling his hair to force his mouth down on my fuck pole.
"MMMMMMM." he groaned, his mouth pumping my prick.
"Yeah...here it comes! I'm gonna blast it down your throat, baby!" I shouted. "You want that?!"
"MMMMMMM!" he moaned again.
I felt the wave of pleasure and then the flood of release as I erupted with torrents of scorching fluid that came so quickly and so forceful that he couldn't contain them. I felt them splatter the back of his throat and I watched as he tried valiantly to take it all, but rivulets of my man juice spilled over his lips and down his rugged jaw. They proceeded down his neck where they pooled at his collarbone.
Just as I thought it was over, a second assault wracked my body and just as his mouth released my prick, I emptied yet another fiery load. Ropes of sweet, sticky white syrup crisscrossed his face, his throat and lashed his down-covered chest.
"Oh yeah, you came on my face!" he said, practically screaming.
He ran his hand all in the gooey mess and licked his fingers clean before returning them a second and third time. He leaned up and kissed me, bringing with his tongue a taste of my own cum. The taste was like nectar. I cleaned off his face in the process of returning his kiss.
He lay curled up in my arms, later, his hair spread all over my chest and our bodies cooling.
"I just realized something." I said to him.
"What's that?" he said, looking up at me with those strange emerald eyes.
"I don't know your name."
"Leo." he said simply. "You know, like the lion."
"Yeah, like the lion." I said, trying to tell myself that the coincidence of his appearance and his name was just that and that I was not hearing him purring.
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