Repost: In honour of Valentine’s Day
I promised myself I’d write this up, sorry it’s taken me so long.
On Valentine’s Day, I decided it wasn’t worth trying to find someone on the online dating apps, so I went through my WhatsApp contacts looking for a repeat fuck.
WS was free, so he came over. Obviously not his real initials, trying not to give too much away. WS works in IT, someone I made contact with through work. In his late twenties, he’s cute in a grown-up boy-next-door sort of way. Clean-shaven, short-cropped hair, maybe a trace of chubbiness on his face, helps him look younger than his actual age. He looked pretty good in a tailored long-sleeved shirt and business pants that showed off his gymfit build and round bubble butt. Has a nice tapered body, too, but it was hidden in the loose tanktop and shorts that he wore when he arrived that evening.
But not for long - one thing I like about my condo is that there’s a long passage between my place and the lift, and my main door and vestibule are hidden by a blind corner. I got to meet WS outside the door, and I kissed him, stripped him down to his black jockstrap, and played with his body, fondling his ass. It’s big and round (for his frame, that is) and I enjoyed squeezing it and running my hands over his abs, playing with his already hard cock through the jock.
(It probably seems like I do the same things for everyone that visits … and it’s kinda true, I often do. I know what I like.)
Naturally, this revved WS’s engine. I mean, seriously, he got to walk into my house wearing nothing but a black jockstrap, and I led him in while holding his dick. He had his hands full, anyway, with his backpack and his clothes. I let him put them down, and led him to the living room. A little making out on the sofa let me explore WS’s body … and he stripped me, naughty boy, taking off my t-shirt and shorts. We sort of wound up with him sitting on my lap, my erection pressed into the crack of his bum, nestled between his ass cheeks as we kissed. I could have entered him right there and then, but I had other plans.
We hit the showers, next - there’s something about two hot guys in the shower together - and I was glad that I’d renovated the apartment to have an open shower so that there was more than enough space for the two of us. (Actually, there is enough space for four people in the shower, since the rainshower head was mounted in the false ceiling. Maybe even five or six, but I haven’t tried that.)
WS had a hot body, and an average cock that was the same colour as the rest of him. We soaped each other up, had a bit of a laugh playing with each other’s bodies, and then he asked me to step out of the bathroom so he could clean up. I left by the door that led to my bedroom (I’d had the guest bathroom and master bedroom ensuite merged when I renovated), turned the air con on then dried myself up and got on the bed. I was watching tv when WS emerged about twenty minutes later, looking fresh from his shower.
My basket of supplies was on the bedside table, and WS took it before straddling me as I lay back on the bed. We were both lying on towel over the comforter - I still have a thing about not having my visitors on my sheets - and he pressed his cock against mine and stroked both of us to full erections as I looked up at him. He opened and rolled a condom on me, and then lubed me up, before reaching back to lube up his ass, and then moved forward to sort of squat over me before sitting back on my cock with a loud groan. It slipped into his ass (fuck, he was tight) and he squatfucked himself, impaling himself on my dick, moving up and down.
He was tight, and noisy, moaning loudly as he rode me. I grunted, too, because it felt so good. I reached for my chest, running my fingers over my nipples, watching as WS’s very hard cock leaked precum onto my lower abs while he rode me. I warned him that I was close (and I was!) so he changed his position, rising up off me completely and kneeling over me before sinking backward onto my rod. He moved his ass back and forth, less violently this time, but still moaning loudly with each stroke. He balanced himself with his hands on my chest, flicking the tops of my nubs with his thumbs. I reached up and returned the favour, playing with his light brown nipples, enjoying the feeling of his pecs moving under my hands as he rocked back and forth.
WS smiled down at me and moved his right hand to his cock, moaning even louder as he started stroking. I didn’t want to come so quickly, but he was relentless, and sped up his rocking. I was his prisoner, trapped under him, captive to the pleasure of his tight hole massaging my dick. Anyone who thinks bottoms are the submissive role doesn’t know anything.
WS whimpered as he unloaded, and the sound and sight of it had me cumming a while later as he continued his rocking motion. He wiped his cum from my stomach and licked it off his fingers, then climbed off to let my still-hard cock free.
WS is a stickler for cleanliness, and he headed into the shower again and I joined him for a quick cold shower to rinse the sweat from our bodies. We towelled off and went to the kitchen, each of us wrapped up comfortably in a towel, bare-chested in the warm night.
I poured us both some whisky, a modest but drinkable drop from a Japanese distillery. It was a little stuffy in the kitchen, so I turned out the lights and then we went out to the balcony - there’s a cafe table out there, with a couple of chairs. Perfect for quiet conversation. I left the lights off and we talked for a while, work-related chat, nothing major. He finished his drink, taking one final swig, and then headed back into the apartment. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, until he came back wearing his black jock strap and carrying my basket of supplies.
(I’ve mentioned it before, but I guess it’s worth mentioning again - it’s a small wicker basket, where I store a bottle of lube and a few strips of condoms. Helps to stay safe if you have these things handy, and I keep it stocked up.)
He gestured for me to stand up, and he stood in front of me and unwrapped my towel. I thought he would blow me, but instead he jacked me with his hand - I fingered his nipples, and watched the bulge in his jockstrap grow. WS didn’t waste time.
When I was pretty hard, WS again rolled a condom on me and lubed me and himself up. He turned around bent over a little, presenting me his ass. The straps on the jockstrap framed his bum beautifully, and his fair ass was round and full. I slapped his ass a couple of times, and then guided him forward a little bit till he was up against the balcony wall. He put his hands on it, with his head and shoulders and most of his upper torso exposed. I reached around him and rested my hands on his pecs, and I groped them. I tried to insert myself handsfree, but that didn’t work, so I used one hand to guide myself in. He was still tight, but had loosened up from before, or maybe the position was better.
I started slowly and soon I had my hands on his hips, thrusting in and out, the full length of me all the way out and then slowly all the way in. Felt so good, and it didn’t take long before I was speeding up. WS managed to be quiet for a while, but he started moaning loudly. I’ll be honest, it was a turn on, but I was aware that the neighbours would hear, so I put my hand over his mouth, which muffled his sounds a bit. I enjoyed it, banging his bubble butt, seeing it spring and bounce as I pumped in and out.
After a bit of that, I felt like I wanted to get a little further in, so I pulled out of him, pulled down his jockstrap and removed it, then moved WS to lie on the fabric mat that I have out on the balcony. I lifted one of his legs up, and turned him to the side, and then I pushed myself in. Good thing WS was flexible - I had my hand over his mouth, with my other hand on the floor, and pounded deep into him, in a sort of pushup position. WS was jacking himself off, moaning quietly into my hand, and I was grunting as I ploughed his ass. This time, I was the one who lost control first, my balls slapping into him as I thrust hard and squirted into my condom. I stayed hard, though, and kept going till he whimpered softly and dribbled a load onto himself.
Good thing my towel was nearby - I swiped the cum off him, and pulled my condom off and wiped myself clean. WS pulled me close, down to him, and we lay on the mat together, cuddling and kissing. Talked for a little bit more, nothing worth reporting, and then WS disentangled himself to get up. He noticed that I was hard again (yeah, sometimes I’m a horny fucker) and he tugged on it a little bit and laughed.
I asked if he was up to another round, but he wasn’t. I stood up, and picked up his jockstrap, and because I was feeling horny again, I lifted it to my nose and sniffed it. It smelled good - smelled of precum, and the musky smell of WS. He snuck up behind me and pressed himself against me from behind. And then he used his hand to push his jockstrap into my mouth.
His other hand wrapped around my cock: if the lights had been on, people might have seen WS standing behind me, our bodies pressed together, my mouth gagged with his jockstrap (I should have used it to gag _him_ earlier!), his groin grinding against my ass as he jacked me off. Fuck, it was hot, and I came quickly. Not a squirt, this time, more of a drip out of the tip and down WS’s hand.
I knew that, because he took the jockstrap out of my mouth and gave me his hand to lick, so I cleaned up my cum from the back of his hand. He went in to shower first, leaving me to neaten up the balcony, and when he came out of the shower he got dressed and left, stopping to kiss me before leaving.
I think he’s what you call a dominant bottom.
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