I hadn't really expected Nick coming into my life, because I didn't even know if I was gay or not. I had had girlfriends, and I was 19 years old, and I was pretty sure that I was going to settle down one day and get married. I stood at about 5'10, and weighed about 130 pounds which I was fine with. I partied a lot, a little more than I should, but I was getting laid and I didn't really mind.
One day I was at a party though, and there was a mixed group of people and me and this girl Sandy were in a deep conversation when all of the sudden this buff guy who looked like he was in his late 30s came up and sat down. He had a wifebeater on and he started engaging in our conversation about computers, and the latest movies that were out, and he really seemed to be engaged in my conversation. I thought nothing of it at the time, but I was terribly bored and didn't want to see anyone else at the gathering so I kept bending over to my side to grab an extra Coors every 30 minutes or so.
The buff guy sat and watched me almost as if he was spying on me, but continued on with the conversation, and my new friend Sandy was going along with it so I just sat there and pretended to be interested. Then Sandy left, and I realized I was way too drunk to drive home so I decided to sober up a bit and talk to the buff guy who I later found outs name was Nick. Nick told me he grew up in Italy, and that he thought I was a bright boy, and told me if I needed to sober up I could go back to his apartment which was a few blocks away from the party we were at. I agreed, and off we went.
When we were walking, I kept my eye on Nick. I didn't know what his intentions were, because he had just met me and it seemed strange he was bringing a random stranger back to his apartment, but I was way too drunk to care or think about the possible consequences. Then we got in I sat on his large comfy fouton that was against one of the walls of his studio apartment. I layed down and he got me another drink. I told him I didn't want another drink because I had to be home early in the morning, but he insisted so I did. As I was sipping on it he started getting a little weird, and he started talking about how horny he was and how he thought I was very attractive.
He asked if I minded if he took off his shirt, and in an awkward drunk position I said I didn't care. After he did, however, I was admired by his chest and his big arms. A flash happened in my brain and I wondered what it would be like to be caressed by them, or what it would be like to have him on top of me. I was caught in a gaze and he finally asked me "Do you like what you see?"
I immediately responded "No, I'm not gay I'm just a little tipsy and there's nothing else to stare at"
He replied, "Well you could stare at my butt, it's been aching all day for attention".
I was hesistant, I said "what do you want me to do?"
He told me to take his pants down, and I did, and he exposed his tight white briefs to me and I was instantly turned on. I caught a glimpse of his package and it seemed pretty large too but all of this was happening so fast to me that I couldn't even focus on anything. Then he slowly dropped his underwear and layed down on the fouton with his legs on my sitting legs so that his ass was facing my face.
"Please give it some attention, and I'll repay the favor".
His butt was huge and muscular, and it looked like a work of art. I was sick to my stomach though because I didn't know whether I should go through with it. I was so young, and I didn't get how this old guy could be so comfortable laying on my legs and exposing his bare ass to me.
I ran my finger up and down his crack while thoughts raced through my mind. Then he turned over and I saw that he was rockhard. He could tell I was starting to get hard too because he was rubbing his massive legs against my clothed crotch. I grabbed onto his dick and started rubbing it up and down, slowly. I felt a jolt of pleasure run through me as I did this and then finally, out of a drunken stupor, I went down on him and went crazy. I kept sucking and sucking, going up and down up and down hearing him moan in excitement. He kept saying "Suck my big dick" and boy, his dick was huge.
"I want you to tease me, finger my asshole" he screamed
I took my pointer finger and slowly inserted it in his hole. Then I started probing harder and harder.
"Now smell my finger, smell my nasty man stink" I smelled my finger and was in ecstacy, I wanted more. I kept sticking it in and in and then finally I couldn't take it anymore.
I told him to sit on my face, and he got up and did just that. He grinded it on it and kept shouting orders to get in deeper and lick all around his hole. It smelled amazing and great and as I was rimming him I kept sticking one finger in, then another, to get him really wet.
Finally I got him begging me to fuck him so I took down my shorts and spat more on his butt and gave it one last good finger fuck before I started to slide my thick big cock into his big juicy beefy buttocks. Watching him moan in pleasure turned me on to a maximum. I wanted to cum instantly as his tight cheeks rubbed against my cock. He made me feel like no other man had.
Then the door opened and someone came in...
To be continued.
author- matthew