We stood on his front porch saying our good-byes, both sated by what had just transpired between us. The last thing he said to me was, "Write a story. You're good at writing stories, so write this up and post it on Squirt." So this is for you, Nick. Hope you like it.
He had contacted me a week or so ago with an e-mail from "sgt426". I remember thinking at the time, "Hmm, wonder if he's military." Turned out he wasn't, but I'll fill that in later. He said he wanted to "hook up" and that he lived not too far from me. As it turned out, he was living in the town in which I grew up, just 45 miles up the road from where I now reside. Said he would be free on the same morning that coincided with my day off. We chatted back and forth a few times and he promised to send me some pictures if I'd provide him with an alternate e-mail. Which I did. But he never sent the pics. You still owe me those, Nick!
Anyhoo, long story short, he had said he thought this Tuesday (today) would work for him but then I didn't hear anything for almost a week. Sunday night I wrote and said, "Hey, friend! Tuesday's almost here. Are we on or not?" He wrote back that he was pretty sure he could be available that morning and we arranged for me to call him so he could give me directions. This morning, I called while I was on my way out of town and since I knew his town, it was easy.
Fifty-five minutes later, I was pulling up in front of his garage next to his pick-up. When I walked to the porch, he stood up from a wicker chair to greet me. Finally! The "luck o the Irish" I was supposedly born with did me some good cause this young man was my idea of an incredibly gorgeous guy! I don't imagine everyone would think the same, but he was a red-head and from the moment I noticed that, the guy could have done anything with me or to me and I would have loved it! (I've had a "thing" for red-heads since I can first remember being attracted to men. Don't really know why and don't really care. But a good-looking red-head can get me hotter than Brad Pitt any day!) He was in his mid-to-late 30s, about 5'10", maybe 175 pounds, with a reddish-orange mustache, darker red hair (think of Bruce Willis or Andre Agassi's hairline but a little bit longer), blue eyes and a really nice and easy smile. He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Nick." I met his small, strong hand with my own larger one and said said, "Ron." He turned and opened the door and I watched the lithe movement of his body clad in a t-shirt, denim shorts, and short socks. It was a nice view.
The big-screen tv in the living room was already running a porn video. It was a bi movie with two guys and one girl and the three of them were going at it pretty hot and heavy. Nick took one of the recliners and I took the other one. He had a blanket spread on the floor with a pillow at one end, but made no move towards sex in any way. We sat and watched the movie for a while, just relaxing together. He said he'd been up most of the night having been called in on what was supposed to be his day off. Turns out, he's a fireman and he spent the wee hours putting out a house fire. That gave us something in common since I was a fireman (volunteer) some years ago. He was really tired, having only slept two hours and that was between midnight and two.
After about five minutes, I broke the ice with "So, you ready for some action?" He gave a shy grin (Man! I love shy guys!) and said, "Guess so. What do you wanta do?" But I replied, "Oh, no! Remember what I said? I'm here to do whatever you want to do." As we talked, he stood up and began taking his clothes off. I saw an upper torso that was in good shape, muscular but not exactly buff. Wish I looked half as good! His arms were strong-looking and his chest nicely developed with red hair that was thicker in the middle. As with most red-heads of my limited
acquaintance, his nips were more red than most men and I felt my mouth watering at the sight of them (never did get to taste them, though . . . next time, Nick?).
Then off came the shorts revealing dark navy or black boxer-briefs underneath. There was a bulge that was soon revealed when he pulled his underwear off. My eyes feasted on all the red hair above a standard-issue cut cock with a very large head on it. He had shaved his balls which is fine with me, though I prefer the natural look, especially on a guy with red pubes! He sat back down in the recliner and I took up position between his legs. Slipping my hands under his thighs, I lowered my face to his crotch and slurped his still-flaccid cock into my mouth. Nick sighed and I knew that this was what he had invited me over for.
Once I had him good and hard (definitely a "grower, not a shower"!), I just had to pull away and admire my handiwork (or would that be "tongue-i work" or perhaps "mouth-i work"?). His cock stood at full attention and was an impressive sight. Paler than most (as is most skin on our titian-haired brothers), the shaft was about average in thickness making the head look like an over-size helmet on top. His cockhead was very red colored and the whole effect was almost like a candy cock. A lollipop shaped like an erect penis, if you will. All I had to do was look at it and I wanted it back in my mouth. Instead, I went to work on his balls which had drawn up so tight they were all but inside his body. I spent some time gently sucking on his scrotum until they relaxed and came back down. Then I nursed on first the left and then the right one, finishing up with both of them in my mouth for a tongue-washing. Believe me, that was a stretch `cause both barely fit in my mouth. Nick did some more sighing and I was just glad to know my talents were being appreciated.
After letting his balls pop out of my mouth again, I proceeded on south. I tickled that little place beneath the nutsack and was rewarded by him moving forward on the cushion so my tongue could work its way farther down. When Nick felt me probing at the edge of his anus, he put his feet on my back and pushed up, exposing his most private spot to my attentions. I used my hands to help support him, lifting him a bit higher so I could get all the way in. My tongue began to lick and kiss and probe as I sucked softly on his ultra-clean manhole. I had told him in an e-mail that I didn't often rim guys, but that if a man turned me on and he was very clean, you never knew. He smelled (correct me if I'm wrong Nick) of Ivory Soap a fragrance that brought back a vague childhood memory for me. It reminded me of an innocent, simpler time and all the freedoms of being a kid again. But at this moment, I was very glad I was a man and able to be a man with another man like Nick!
I backed away and said, "Stand up for a sec." and he obliged me. I directed him to stand in front of me, straddling my legs, facing the tv.
"Now lean back," I told him and when he did, his beautiful butt was only inches from my face. I moved my head forward and resumed my attentions to his pucker. He bent at the waist, rested his hands on his knees and just enjoyed what I was doing to him. And he wasn't the only one enjoying it. I'm still amazed that nothing gets me more excited than rimming the ass of a nice clean man whom I'm attracted to. Nick apparently saw the bulge in my jeans (I was still clothed at this juncture) and he leaned down to open them. First the zipper and then the button until my cock was exposed for him to see. It was about half hard and as he began to stroke, it responded to him as it rarely does lately. The more I munched on his bum, the harder I got. The harder I got, the more he stroked me. It was a win-win situation for all concerned.
"Why don't you just lean farther back and sit on my face?" I offered and he did just that. One advantage of having sex with a man smaller than myself. He can lean his weight on me and not hurt me at all. Nick sat on my mouth and once I'd positioned myself so I could breathe, it was great!! He was playing with my cock and I was rimming the daylights out of his sweet, round ass. I pulled his cock underneath and sucked it from that angle. Only done that to one other guy and am always concerned that it will hurt, but he loved it. Nick did, too. He bent farther over so his cock could get deeper down my throat and it was great!!
After a few more minutes of this, he stood up off my face and turned towards me, his super-hard cock standing up at an angle, that luscious looking head all swollen and red. "Do you mind?" he asked politely with a wave at my crotch. I said, "Like I told you, it's whatever you want to do." With that, he helped me pull my jeans off and then got down on his stomach between my legs, his face at my groin. "I'm not very experienced at this," he said by way of apology-in-advance, but he needn't have worried. When an inexperienced man can take my thick 7 incher all the way in with ease, then if he's not experienced, he must be a natural-born cocksucker. And what a fantastic view I had! The hot young people going at it on the video were definitely a turn-on, but not to be compared with the sight of Nick's young body all stretched out in front of me. He laid with his legs bent, just kinda sprawled on the floor. His white, round ass was so beautiful that I wanted more of it. In fact, I wanted to know what it would feel like to bury my cock in it (but I don't think I could, even if invited). Nick's butt was just such a fine example of manly muscles. And then he moved so that the sun fell just right, lighting up all the hair on his ass like gold that was tinted with red and set on fire. Damn! My young fireman was one seriously hot number!!
Nick did a great job on my dick and I was loving every minute of it. Though I didn't expect to get off (I'm the "king of the slow-cummers") I did enjoy it thoroughly. I'm sure he was getting some of my pre-cum but I thought it unlikely there would be anything more. But then he began using his finger in my ass. Oh, wow! Hadn't had anybody do that to me in a while. His profile had said that he "leans toward the top side of things" and I had a sneaking suspicion I knew where this was going. At least, I hoped so!! First it was just one finger and it felt so good as he was sucking my cock. Then a second was added and I felt the stretch a little, but it still felt good. Somewhere along here, Nick pulled away and came up on his knees with an expectant look on his face. "Do you want to try something else?" I asked him. "Only if you do," he said. Couldn't seem to make him understand that I was there to satisfy his wants, but oh well. I said, "Well, you're gonna need some lube." I know, I know . . . I shoulda said "lube and a condom", but to be frank, I just had such a good feeling about this guy. I was positive that he was a clean as the driven snow and that I didn't have to worry about stds with him. So for the first time in a long, long time, I was ready to bareback with another man. In fact, I had a wild and urgent desire to feel his seed spurting inside of me . . . to feel, somehow, that he was a part of me.
As Nick leaned across me to a table, I saw his cock in silhouette. It looked monstrous, much bigger than the one I'd been sucking, and there was a clear, glistening drop of pre-cum hanging on the tip. I leaned over and licked it off, pulling his erection into my mouth. When he pulled away, he held a tube of lubricant and a condom. Smart guy. "How do you want me?" I asked nervously. Now I was the shy one. Guess there's still some guilt-stuff from my upbringing about men who do this kinda thing. That and whenever I'm with a younger, good-looking, well-built, well-hung stud like Nick, I'm always left feeling that it's too good to be true. Like maybe he will suddenly come to his senses and say, "Get out of here, you fat old troll!" But instead, Nick replied, "However is best for you." so I laid on my stomach, my face on the pillow, right leg bent, left leg extended (in hindsight, I can recommend this position as it opens things up nicely making it easy for the top to find what he's aiming for). Nick knelt next to my left side and I watched as he squeezed a generous portion of lube onto his fingers. Then he began to work it into me and the sensation of coldness was refreshing. I felt first one finger as he slid it inside my anus and worked it around. Then two fingers pushing slowly but firmly, going as deep as he could. A few moments later I could tell that he had three fingers in me and it was feeling a little uncomfortable, but still exciting just knowing what he was preparing me for. I was kinda hoping that he'd spend a lot of time on this "foreplay" since I haven't been fucked in about two years.
But Nick had other plans. After less than a minute of probing with his well-lubed fingers, he got astraddle of my left leg and I felt an insistent pushing sensation against my sphincter muscle. I knew instinctively that this was not any number of fingers and I tried to relax and allow him entrance. I said something like, "Once we get the head in, everything else will be easy `cause that's one king-sized head you've got!" He chuckled low and throaty and I knew that there was only one thing on his horned-up mind. Getting his rock-hard cock buried deep in my ass! And I wanted it, too. Sooo badly. But there was that fear of being hurt (old story from my misspent youth) which kept me from relaxing the way I wanted to . . . the way I knew that I needed to if I was going to enjoy this at all. The pushing sensation turned into a flaming, tearing pain as I felt the "pop" of his big-headed cock breaking past the barrier of my guardian muscle. I winced and gasped a little and Nick asked, "Are you okay?" I couldn't speak at that moment but I think I made a little sound which made him all the more worried. "Does it hurt?" Finally, I got on top of the pain enough to say, "A little bit, but I'm okay." That was all the assurance Nick needed. He began to thrust repeatedly into my so-tight ass, going a little deeper with each push.
Did it hurt? You bet your sweet bippy it did! But I worked hard not to let Nick see how much as he kept going deeper and deeper. I thought, "If he doesn't bottom out soon, I'm gonna have to ask him to back off." and that's about when I felt his red, scratchy pubes pressing against the top of my ass. I was so glad to know that I'd been able to take all of him and I couldn't believe how full I felt. Totally stuffed to the point that I almost believed I could feel his cock pressing out the front of my lower abdomen as I lay against the blanketed floor. Such a good feeling!
Nick never broke his rhythm for even a moment. There was no pause for effect. No, "Okay, I'm all the way in now." No wondering if I was alright anymore. He was a man on a mission and that mission was to stroke his long, hard cock deeply into my tight, hot ass until the friction and heat built up to the point of no return, at which time he would blast his cumload into that condom inside of my ass. He was apparently in no hurry, however. I looked back over my shoulder and I saw him watching the porn video while he fucked me. I didn't mind at all. Certainly the young, hot studs and the nicely stacked gal were better looking than my broad backside. I didn't care if he'd rather watch them than me. All I cared about was that he keep thrusting that steely cock of his deeply into my intestines for as long as he could possibly make it last. And it looked like he was of the same mind as he showed no signs of hurrying whatsoever. All the way in and all the way out, even to the point of popping my sphincter a time or two. Each time that happened I was afraid he wouldn't be able to get it back in, but without a moment's pause he shoved and was always right on target.
Guys who have fucked me have occasionally complained about how tight I am, but what can I say? One guy even slapped my ass and yelled, "Loosen up, dammit!" I finally realized that men like that are the ones who have a little trouble staying hard. No offense, since I'm afflicted with the same problem. But the ones who can stay effortlessly hard never complain. On the contrary, they always tell me what a great lay I am (blush, blush). Nick definitely fit into this latter category and he had no trouble keeping his king-sized cock hard enough to do the job. After about 15 minutes of his rhythmic, deep pounding I began to experience some discomfort and I remembered that as I was nearing his house, I thought, "First thing I gotta do is take a piss!" My coffee was doing a number on my bladder so I had planned to ask Nick to point me to the john. But when I saw this hunky guy waiting for me, all urge to do anything but pleasure him went right out of my mind. I never thought about it again . . . until now with his long, big-headed cock pounding on my bladder with every thrust. It got to the point that I thought I was going to have to ask him to stop for a few minutes while I went to the restroom.
But as I was trying to ignore this problem I noticed that Nick's pounding was getting faster and faster. His thrusts were getting less and less deep as his tempo increased. I began to hear him breathing deeply and rapidly through his nose and I realized that he was about to cum. So I did what any good bottom would have done . . . I began to squeeze his cock each time he pulled it out of me. Thrust, squeeze. Thrust, squeeze. Thrust, squeeze. Then with a loud groan he buried his cock to the hilt in my ass, savagely slamming it into me like he was trying to rip me open, to dominate me, to show me that he was Master Top and I was nothing more than a lowly bottom to be used for his pleasure with no thought for my own. Up until then, I only thought he had been going deep. Now I knew just how big and how long he really was. He was going "where no man had gone before" and it felt both great and awful! Great because I knew that he was filling that condom and I was able to feel every pulse of his cock as the cum raced up from his balls and out his slit. Awful because he was pressing even more painfully on my bladder. I was afraid I might piss all over the place and we hadn't ever talked about water sports!!
"Oh, wow!" he gasped as he lay on top of me (more pressure on the bladder!). "That was sooo good!" and I said, "For me, too! You were great, Nick! I loved every second of it!" He just laid there for awhile and then slowly began to withdraw. "Now this is the part I really hate! I wish you could stay in there forever." I said. "Me, too," he replied, but continued pulling out of me. I felt his cockhead, swollen with his spent passion as it popped out leaving me feeling like a deflated balloon. He rocked back on his knees and began pulling the condom off. I got up, waiting like a puppy who sees his master with a doggie biscuit, and when the rubber was off, I licked his cock from top to bottom, holding it lovingly in my mouth, tasting a mixture of cum, latex, and lube. Mmmm, good!
"I'll be right back," he said, as he stood and headed for the bathroom. He was only gone a few moments and when he returned, that gorgeous cock was still better than 75% hard. What a man!! I said, "Do I have hope that if I stick around, we can have some more fun?" He said, "Actually, what I need more than anything else right now is some sleep!" I felt stupid for not thinking of his needs, knowing that he'd been up all night. He misread my concern for him and said, "Nothing against you at all! In fact, you're about the only guy I've been with that I'd like to do it again." I said, "No, I understand. In fact, I'm surprised that you were able to get it up and do what we did, tired as you are. I sure wouldn't have been able to." He grinned and said, "Guess those two hours from midnight to two a.m. was just enough to get me through."
I stood up and he said, "If you need to clean up, I can get you a washcloth and towel." But I said, "No, all I need is to take a piss . . . really bad!" I headed for the john and removed the excess lube with t.p., took a much needed whiz and came back to the living room where he sat, still naked, in the recliner. I grabbed my jeans and began putting them on and he stood to dress at the same time. When we were both fully clothed, we walked to the door. He told me that he doesn't get many days off when he's free to play and I said pretty much the same thing. He said again that he hoped there would be a repeat performance and I said I definitely wanted that.
Opening the door, he said, "Write a story. You're good at writing stories, so write this up and post it on Squirt." Well, there it is. I walked to my car, looking over my shoulder to see him in the doorway, a red-headed vision of manhood. I sure hope we get to do it again . . . and again, and again, and again! Time will tell. Until then, hope you enjoyed our story, Nick! I'll be walkin' bowlegged for a week!