Last night I slipped my throbbing bare tool in the sweet meaty ass of a guy who was Not Quite As Advertised on Scruff... but I actually really dug it anyway, in the end. I hit him up because he was super cute and had a nice meaty little body, not too meaty but just right, a little shorter than me, nice broad shoulders. He was fairly young, 31 or so, and cute enough that I didn't think he'd respond (almost no one does on Scruff; I'm not sure what's up with those apps). But he did, and unlocked like a dozen more pictures of himself-- an awesome body shot showing a beautiful mat of straight, highly patterned hair on his torso, a couple more of his humongous uncut dick with gigantic fat shaved balls hanging below it, and... well, a bunch more face pix that looked vaguely like the guy in the main pic but not exactly the same. They didn't look much like each other, either, to be honest, though they were from varied enough angles and enough different candid situations that I figured he might be one of those dudes that photographs strangely. As usual the best photo was the one he took of himself in the mirror (or the one whoever it was in the pic took of himself-- I'm still not sure, even after humping and slobbering all over him for an hour). But even in the private pix the body looked good-- maybe a little meatier than the first one but still doable, and his ass looked like a real prize. The way his body hair spread across his torso made my dick thicken in my pants. He said all the right things about what he liked, though we didn't discuss going raw; I figured I could have a good time with this guy no matter what, so I didn't want to scare him away. We exchanged last-tested dates and set up a time for the next day. And I showed up at the appointed time, having been unusually excited even on the way over, feeling like I could cum in my pants, even! That hair pattern, rising up from his crotch in a thick, radiating line, up to his chest, where it branched out like an eagle's wings, kept flashing into my mind as I drove, making my balls ache. I was really excited.
Well, when I arrived, he looked most like the least attractive pictures he showed me, and his body had definitely porked up a little-- he didn't read as fat or anything, just a little too thick for me. I leant in for a kiss and he kissed very well-- extremely smooth lips, good pressure-- but an arm around his waist did not quite circle as much as I liked because of his bulk. I reached down for the ass and it was definitely not a disappointment-- firm, fleshy, ample, ready. I thought, well, let's make the best of this.
He'd made me wait outside in the car a bit because I managed to get across town much faster than I thought I would, and because apparently his mom had called right after I left to tell him his dad was in the hospital, and so he had yet to shower. I started at this a bit, suddenly thinking about my own situation, but he waved it off when I asked, saying it wasn't really news to him. I wondered if it was bad that I was going to stick my dick in him while his dad was languishing in a sick bed. But he led me up to his bedroom, where he quickly pulled off his shirt to reveal that fucking hair. It still was doing its magic. I saw gold-wrapped condoms on the bedside table next to a huge, rather complicated-looking pump bottle of lube, and my heart sank a bit-- I had visions of eating his ass with my expert touch and getting him so excited I could just spit on my dick and guide it into his warm moist depths. Suddenly the balance was shifting too much into disappointment territory. But I gamely persevered and pulled my pants off.
We made out some standing up naked, and I felt his huge dick get extremely hard against my pubes, tickling my own meat which was only slightly thickening. The light from the bedside table was kind of garish and annoying. As if he were reading my mind, he turned around and shut it off, and the room became very dark, lit only by a light on a landing outside and down the stairs. I could barely see him, really. In a way, it suited me-- I could imagine he was the dude in the pictures for real! And just focus on how his body hair and meaty legs felt in my hands. I climbed on top of him and ground into him but was not getting fully hard, though I liked how he responded to my slow stroking of that enthralling rug of hair. I decided he was going to have to suck me hard, and with a bit of trepidation clambered up beside his head and stuck my meat in his face. He sucked it in and it was verrrrry good-- the excitement from the drive over immediately reignited and my dick inflated in his mouth like a dingy with its string pulled. It felt so good and my erection appeared so forcefully that I almost wanted to just cum instantly-- maybe it was the sensory deprivation of the dark, but I suddenly wanted to feel everything at once. He sucked me beautifully but I slowed him down a bit and got back on top of him, thrusting my dick along side his extremely impressive, marble-hard tool. Things were looking up.
We did some more of that and then I flipped him and went to work with my mouth on those fucking cheeks. At this point we both were very, very into it. There is nothing like a guy with the perfect amount of hair, a huge round ass, huge round balls, huge fat dick, humping his rear into your face and sucking your tongue up in his hole. I could hear and smell him huffing poppers-- I have no idea where the bottle came from or how he did this so unobtrusively, but when his hole dilated and my tongue sank in, I was grateful for his ability to do it without fanfare. He moaned and opened his legs and I gave him all I had, slowly stroking my spit-wet dick, which was now hard enough to cut diamonds.
I had to stand up and feel this hole on my dickhead. I put it right in the target and thrust very shallowly, not enough to really get it in but enough to stretch him a bit and maybe make him hungry enough to decide to take me without any fucking latex. And he circled his hips when he felt my glans stroking that sensitive skin around the ring back there... a luxuriant movement that verrrry slowly worked my dickhead all the way in; I felt the flat fleshy ridge at the bottom of the head pop past the circle of muscle and then pop back out. Man, I love my dickhead. I moaned and said "Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck" about nine times and stuck my face back there and ate and ate. He was moaning his own incantation. I switched back and forth between tongue and dickhead about four or five times, each time getting more and more of my aching hard shaft into him, until the last time it slipped in all the way, with no effort at all, and I felt my fuzzy balls resting on the back of his shaved ones. Awesome. I almost came, so I had to pull out.
I arranged him back in the middle of the bed and kept it up-- some eating, feeling those huge globes against my cheeks, then laying my body atop his, and running the entire length of my tubesteak into him, flexing the muscles that made it engorge with blood and made my dickhead flare inside him, and every time he yelped with intense pleasure and fucked his ass back into me. And each time I felt like I just had to cum. So I would pull out and eat, then run it all the way back in. Only a few times could I manage to slam my hips against his meaty body a few times without getting too close, and each time I had to quit and rest and tell him not to move. Something about his juices inside were completely electric on my tool. I kept trying to get used to it but I never could, it always felt overwhelmingly pleasant on my meat, and the last time I pulled out it felt so good I just began squirting all over his back. I said "Oh fuck I can't control it man, I'm sorry, I gotta fuckin CUMMMMMMM" and I heard the hot thick salty jets of my man-nectar splatter across his back. He said "That is EXTREMELY HOT" and wiggled his body some as I rained pleasure all over him. "Oh fuck that's a lot of cum." I laughed and laughed and just kept saying "I'm sorry that just felt TOO FUCKING GOOD man I'm sorry," and he said "Oh man just keep cummin on me" and I did.
I laid down beside him and laughed some more. And before too long I found a towel and cleaned off his back so he could lay beside me.
We talked for about half an hour about our parents. He is in a similar situation, but both of his parents are having trouble, very different troubles. He was a little weirdly enthusiastic about working for the business end of a giant national funeral home conglomeration. He tended to ramble a bit but it was nice to lie there in the dark, just talking freely and rubbing his very firm, round, lightly-fuzzy ass. His situation suddenly made mine seem a little more manageable. I left after about 40 minutes and drove to my sister's in the cool night air to pick up something my nephew left there. On the way I got a text from the dude, saying "That was hot. If you want a repeat let me know." Which was nice. I wonder if he'd let me cum in him? I dunno if I'll really take him up on it... but it's nice to be appreciated. I wish I'd lasted longer. I could have done some serious damage to that ass. But sometimes it's just nice to be so fuckin turned on you can't help it. It was good.
I vicariously enjoyed this one with you/this was a nice entry to read.
ReplyDeleteThanks Invis! I never know which ones are gonna turn your head.
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