Tags: Gay, Encounters (Thx! This is my first submission!)
I was hanging out watching TV with the pets when one of the apps pinged beside me on my iPhone. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was horny, as usual. It was Jack. I don't know Jack that well. He had been back and forth from Detroit before settling back in Columbus. I had met him at a party 5 years ago.
Let me describe me and him. I'm of Greek lineage, bearded, dark hair, 5'10, 210 lbs, super hairy: it was like the Gods dipped me in hair. I don't bother to shave my back. If dudes don't like it, they can look farther. I'm me and I'm 43 years old. Super single and ready to mingle.
Jack, oh Jack, is 35 is 5'9 190ish lbs, bit of a gut like me. Pretty blue eyes, nice uncut cock.
"What's up?" He asked. I told him I was on the couch procrasturbating a bit. I asked him if he was doing anything fun.
"Unless you fuck me, no."
I told him I wanted to fuck. (He's a super cute guy. I've wanted in him for some time.) He told me he was at the one bar, close to both of us. I agreed to meet him at 4:00pm.
Arriving early, I saw him with a group of 6 or so friends and said hello; not knowing the situation, I took a seat down from him. He pulled up a chair and I could tell he was drunk. He slurred his words to the point I could barely understand him.
We chatted at the bar for some time about life, Detroit, Central Ohio, sex, etc. He pulled down his pants and showed his uncut cock to the bar, basically. It looked nice. I got hard. (I'm always hard, even in my Dirty Fukker jock strap.) He noticed the bulge and kissed me. We were making a scene.
15 minutes later, things were remaining hot and heavy. Full kissing and groping under clothes. ("Get a room already!" I thought.) He told me he lived within walking distance of the bar.
He told me that I was afraid of him. Me: "No, I just want to get out of here. We are making a scene. I don't know who is here. I'm just not comfortable." The bar was not that busy, but I was horny and impatient. Tops get that way.
He told me I had to understand that he was living with someone, but in his drunken haze, he didn't explain. I let this point go, being at full mast in the bar. Honestly, I understood 50% of what he was saying. He was pretty drunk.
After 10 more minutes of public groping and kissing, I gave him an ultimatum. Leave with me or or I leave without him: I was leaving. It had been one hour. He agreed that I would go back to his place but only if I bred him. OK! Now we're talking! We both cashed out and left, walking out into the bright summer light. We squinted and walked to his place.
The dog greeted us as we entered and I trailed him up the stairs to a very dark bedroom. He maneuvered the dog to not allow him into the bedroom. Jack was all business. He stripped himself. Yum. He stripped me, including my cock strap. We kissed.
Much better. A bedroom is a lot better than a bar.
I jumped onto the bed, on my back. He kissed me deeply, smelled me, but there was no sucking or licking. Jack is all about the dessert. And he wanted the dessert and pronto. He walked down the hall to get lube. Downstairs, I heard someone turning on water in a kitchen. Someone else was in the house...
Jack came back and left the door open which I thought was odd: the large dog might get in. Jack was unconcerned. No dog appeared.
He lubed my aching, precummy cock and torpedoed his ass with it. We both moaned. Perfect fit. I'm 7" and thick, he's a well used bottom. His ass was silky smooth. I rolled my eyes and bucked up, pulling in and out. I requested more lube and before returning to the bed, he shut the door.
He kissed me deep, we copulated. It felt fine. We moaned. Downstairs, I heard someone call for Jack. The person walked up the stairs and a male voice yelled his name outside the door.
I was still in him, sliding in and out. Felt good. I was not going to last too long.
All of a sudden, there was banging on the door. Jack seemed unconcerned so I continued the slow but steady rhythm, my balls tightening.
Suddenly, the door opened showing a Columbus Police officer in full uniform framed in the door! He had a neutral look as he watched as Jack continued to ride my cock.
I made eye contact and my heart leapt as the cop saw the steady rhythm of my cock entering and leaving Jack's hole. In my mind, I willed the cop to go away. And he did! He quietly shut the door.
Jack continued to kiss me as he rode me. He could sense I was getting closer and begged me to fill him with my cum. He asked in different ways, which got me even harder. There was a build up. And he panted as I panted. He knew I was getting closer and held me, begging. Carnal instinct took over. I cried out and released several sprays of cum deep in his ass. He held me. We kissed. I didn't want to pull out. It was so hot.
Alas, I was finished and it was time to flee. I gathered my possessions off the floor and Jack directed me where I could pee. Jack said no words and led me downstairs to the door, still naked, dripping. I was soon out the door, never seeing the cop as I walked out into the sunlight, walking back to my car.
45 minutes later, I got a message from Jack that his "ex" who he was living with, was a police officer...
(To Be Continued...)
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