...And Fucking When You ARE Horny!

Today I dicked the stuffing out of a cute little 5'9, 130-pound slip of a thing who wailed and whimpered like he was having the time of his life, and left him soaked inside with almost a week's production of sperm from my constantly-neglected testicles. This was the fuck I've been needing to reward me for my time down here in my lame, sprawling home town!

This little guy had hit me up on Scruff, I believe, early on in my visit down here, when I didn't have much energy to do anything but worry, cry, and spend money on the zillions of things I suddenly had to do to make my mom's apartment comfortable for her. His pictures were just OK-- his ass looked awesome but he seemed a little scrawny and weasely for me on the app, and his body was completely hairless and thin; honestly not my usual flavor. But he pursued me a lot and it was kind of nice. He lived near the hospital my mom had been in, and I thought maybe at some point things would calm down and I could go screw him to take the edge off, but the long disaster of my mom's health kept getting in the way and making it impossible to think about much else. And the few times I was free, he was not. I kinda gave up on him, and then he popped up on Growlr too, even though he's quite twinkly. On that site, his picture was a lot more attractive, though he was wearing the ubiquitous sunglasses guys here seem to wear by local decree in their photos. While they hid his eyes, the picture showed off really luscious lips and a nice chin that didn't show up well in the pictures I'd seen before. Something about his face made my dick jump. I suddenly really, really wanted to fuck him, and told him so, and he reacted in a pretty awesome way. I decided at some point I was going to cum in this little dude big. It was just a matter of time.

At one point we were both free on a weekend, but he told me I'd have to come over and fuck him in front of his boyfriend, while the boyfriend beat off. I don't work all that well with an audience and told him so, though I think my readers might enjoy such a thing. He said it was OK, that he would rather have me one-on-one anyway. That was a good reply. I decided to turn up the heat on him. But things continued not to work out, and we lost touch again.

Yesterday he asked me about today, with a specific time. It was something I could swing, as I'm working in coffee shops these days and feeling more comfortable leaving my mom to her own resources, visiting with neighbors, having lunch with friends, that kind of thing. So when the hour came, I was pretty excited. He asked me to come over a little early, and I did.

He met me at the door looking even better than his Growlr picture-- he was thin and young looking but he had a definitely whiff of handsomeness about him. I circled my hairy forearm around his willowy little waist as I slipped through his front door and pulled him to me, reaching down with one hand to feel an extremely meaty, round buttock, and slipping his bottom lip between mine. He made a little noise and quickly wrapped himself around me, tipping his head back, and returning my kiss with a real passion. My dick instantly began to swell.

We walked through his foyer wrapped around each other and stopped in the middle of the living room. A dog was barking violently and swirling all around me, but eventually calmed down, though it did not stop that circling. But we were quickly pretty oblivious to it. I kept sucking his face and running my hands up and down his extremely hard little body, circling that tiny waist with hands that seemed huge and meaty compared to his frame, and sucking on his tongue which felt impossibly slick and liquid in his mouth, cool and delicious in mine. His neck and chest flushed bright red and he began to almost hyperventilate, saying, "You are so incredibly hot, daddy," without an ounce of put-on childishness. I didn't say much, just grunted a bit in his ear and chewed his neck while he vibrated against me with intense pleasure. "God, you do that just right." I was playing this kid like a piano! And he was slowly slipping his hands down, down into my pants, past my stomach and then through my rough pubes and up to the base of my dick which was now hard as cement in my pants, pointing down my pant leg. He began unbuttoning me and pulling my clothes off to get at my hairy skin, and I let him till everything was just hanging off me and my dick was throbbing in the air.

I pushed him slowly to his knees and slipped my meat into his mouth. He had dark hair, cut short but also still somehow shaggy, which I gripped with my fingers as he worked my tool with a gaping, desperate mouth. His eyebrows were knitted in uncontrollable pleasure. I let him swallow me deep into his small mouth-- my length and thickness is not that great but was too much for his small features-- and then asked him if we could lay back in bed and get comfortable. He said hell yes, and we went into the huge fluffy bed in his bedroom, where he peeled off his clothes down to a jockstrap which I quickly dispatched so I could enjoy his little body completely naked. He positioned himself between my thighs and worked at my dick beautifully, pumping his tight white body against the covers and my leg as he sucked away. I had to keep calming him down so he wouldn't make me pop too quickly, but he seemed happy to do what I asked him.

When I flipped him and clambered on top of him, slowly lowering my hairy body inch by inch onto his tight smooth one, he wriggled and yelped and grabbed at the hair on my back and almost seemed like he was going to weep with excitement, saying "Yes daddy yes daddy yes" over and over, shaking his head back and forth, eyes wrenched shut. When I was fully pressed against him he wrapped his legs around me tightly, and I ground into him until he began that hyperventilating again. "I'm gonna fuck that little body of yours," I said, "and shoot all my cum into it." He nodded and shook his head simultaneously, saying "Yes yes yes I want it so bad. You are so fucking hot." "I'm gonna cum in you and I want you to keep it in you," I said, "all day and all night, keep my cum inside your body, yeah?" And he opened his ice-blue eyes and looked into mine and said "Yes yes yes I want your cum inside me all day." And I slid my dick down between his thick round buttocks till it was rubbing up against his hole, and he grew wild when he felt me there, grabbing me everywhere.

I reared up on my hands and let him see my big fat tool lying beside his (which was actually maybe a bit bigger than mine). He looked down, saw me red and hard there, and sucked in his breath, crying "Oh fuck daddy look at that fucking dick," and humping his hips up into me.

I got up on all fours and pushed his body to the side; he complied, rolling over slowly, showing me an ass that belonged on a much meatier body. They were true beauties. His body had been pretty hairless except his forearms, his calves, a small treasure trail, but from behind it was clear he had a rather big bush between his cheeks. This isn't really my favorite-- makes it harder to eat a guy out and interferes with the smooth sliding of a good fuck-- but I didn't care, he looked great and I had to taste. He had big round nuts to match his big fat dick and big round buttocks. There was a lot to feast on down here, and he was loving it as much as I was. His dick was ramrod hard in my hand as I swallowed his balls one at a time, then sucked them both, the let them out of my mouth slowly, licking up to his asshole, biting his asscheeks, and running my beard along his inner thigh, cycling around and around slowly as he whined and begged for more. I fisted my tool, which was precumming freely, and got my dickhead slick to go in. I stood up beside the bed, aimed at his hole, planted my tool in his cleft-- which still felt rather tight-- and just let his desire to be penetrated coax him back to me. Almost millimeter by millimeter I sank into him. His whimpering sounded a little mixed with pain, and he did feel too tight to fuck yet. So I slid myself out from the shallow depth I'd obtained and ate him out some more, feeling my tongue go deeper into him as I had stretched him out a bit so far. The next time I put myself there, I sank in beautifully, only verrrrry gently pulling on his hard little hip bones to ease him back to my groin. Once I felt myself get deep enough to tickle his balls with the rough hair at the base of my dick, I began to drill. He was rather tight and dry, but had his ass raised high in the air to receive me, with his head ground down into the bedding, red with exertion and with veins popping out of his neck. He wanted it bad. And then, miraculously, like a good little bottom, he began self-lubricating for me. I drilled deeper and deeper and he magically became slicker and slicker inside for me, until I could mount up on top of him more forcefully and pound my dick down into his guts, almost certainly jamming up against his gland like an arrow hitting a bulls-eye. "You're a good boy," I told him over and over. "You just take that fucking dick, man." His replies were like full of sobs. I bent over so I could coo into his ear, "I'll fuck you right, little man. Give me your body and I'll fuck it right, I'll make you feel just what you need with my dick. Just give me that ass." "It's yours, Daddy, fuck me man, oh god you are fucking me just right, you are, give it to me, oh God," he cried over and over.

I finally commanded him onto his back, "so I can look at you when I fuck you." He flipped over like a fish, and pulled his legs back eagerly, and looked me in the eye with raw hunger. I positioned my tool, pulled his legs aside by his feet, and pushed into him all the way, and began plowing him in earnest. He felt incredible inside now; so slick I didn't even notice the hair all around his hole, which was a lot softer than it looked. We stared at each other, and kissed, and pressed our faces together, and I fucked and fucked him. I began to sweat and drip all over him. His nose, which was very long and fleshy for such a thin face, felt almost like a small dick against mine-- the nose is the dick of the face, and I love feeling it press into my own face, I love to actually put my lips around a guy's nose. He seemed to find new pleasure in absolutely everything I did to him, but he went wildest when I put my tongue in his ear. He was an awesome fuck.

Somewhere around this point, an absolutely ridiculous-looking little cat sauntered across the pillow where my sweet bottom's handsome head was resting. It had a huge fluffy face but a close-shaved body and ridiculous, spindly legs, covered with spotted orange fur, and giant paws. Its head was about five times too large for its body as it turned to look at me and watch my sweaty exertions, slowly making its way across the bed like one of the more psychotic creations on the Muppet Show.  My hips were still slamming into the bottom but I had to point and laugh at this absurd thing. The bottom only slowly became aware of it, and then managed to come out of his dick-drugged stupor to smile and say, "Oh, that's just..." and then sink back into being just the receptacle of my dick again. My peripheral vision began to shrink to this hot kid's gleaming white body again, and I lost track of it somewhere off the right field of my vision but before the edge of the bed. I don't know if it sat there watching me plow its owner for the duration or not, come to think of it. And I forgot about it until after we were done, when it made another appearance on top of my clothes, disdainfully riding them across the floor as I tried to pull them out from under him as I was getting dressed.

But the bottom and I fucked for about fifteen minutes. I was surprised I'd lasted as long as I had with him at all, considering how much it turned me on to look at and touch his body while he sucked my dick at the beginning. But the connection was intense and perfect. Still, I couldn't stand the pleasure of pounding my body into his any more, and told him I had to cum. He wanted to cum with me, and began beating off fiercely, but I pushed his hand away so I could hold his body to mine, pressing my full weight into him while my nuts gushed into him. He felt my dick throbbing in him and sobbed some more, "Daddy Daddy Daddy." I came for a long minute, just basking in the thrill of this most masculine of experiences.

We kissed a lot even after I was done, and I fucked him a bit more with my slowly softening dick. When I popped it out, and stood to get some of the kinks out of my legs from that thrusting position, he slid to the edge of the bed, pulled me close, and slid my dickhead into his mouth again, drinking down the stray drops that remained. And he finally beat himself to his own orgasm, just feeling the flesh of my glans against his tongue. It was awesome.

We talked for a while about how fucking how that fucking fuck was. And then went on to talk about what I was going through, and where we were from, and our partners and our lives. He was verrrrry talkative in the end. We took a shower together and he talked my ear off in there, but it was a pleasure to see him so animated and happy to be with me, loaded with my cum, in a warm shower, being friendly, and not having to suffer my getting dressed and trotting out immediately.

Eventually, after toweling off, dressing, and having some water, talking all the while, I had to break away from him and get back to work. He asked me over and over to come fuck him again, and I told him I would make it a priority to get back to him. I'd really like to. Maybe not be so pent-up this time, fuck him even longer. Really spend some time touching him and feeling him before and after. And I left into the bright, sunny, cool day.

Within fifteen minutes he'd texted me, "Damn, that was a hot time. My ass is good n sore!" We traded a bunch of sexy texts about how good the connection was, which I always appreciate.