Shits that make me horny 😌

Spotted a bunch of hot Malay army guys by the Muslim stalls at a hawker centre near the gym while I was having a light dinner post-workout. So much eye candy: these guys were all in good shape, not NSmen by any stretch of the imagination, just fine fit specimens of manhood with their lean fit bodies filling out their tight tees. I had my eyes on one of them, handsome fella with thick kissable lips and short-cropped hair, with a slightly more buff body than the others. He looked a little familiar - maybe I’d seen him online before?

I pulled out my phone and logged into my apps, and found him almost straight away: full face and shirtless body pic. I woofed at him, digitally, and looked back at the group - true enough, he continued talking to his friends, and then glanced down at his phone. He responded, noting that I was really close by. My profile doesn’t include my face, but I told him to look up, and described myself. He glanced up, and we made eye contact - and then via the app, he apologised for not smiling at me. He said he’d come over to chat when his friends finished dinner, so I entertained myself (watching old episodes of Gilmore Girls on Netflix) while waiting.

I only noticed him when he was standing right next to me, his motorcycle helmet under one arm, with a waistpouch slung behind him. He had a really cute smile, and he even smelled good. The table where he’d been sitting before was empty - everyone had gone their own way after dinner, he explained. He sat with me, we talked a bit, and then he gave me a lift back to my apartment on his bike (had a spare helmet in the box on the back). There’s something hot about riding pillion on a motorcycle, behind a guy with a nice hard body, your hands on his waist, moving together with him especially on turns.

He came upstairs with me, of course, and it didn’t take long for me to be sitting on the sofa while he unbuttoned his jeans (after he put his things aside) and fed me his hard cut cock. His meat was small at the base, but tapered up to a big mushroom head that filled my mouth nicely. Good length, too. I made him roll up his shirt, too - dark brown smooth skin, built like someone who lifts weights regularly, chocolate button nipples that I fingered while I sucked him. Fuck, he was hot.

He didn’t take off his clothes, but pushed my head away from his dick and got on his knees to service me. I pulled down the shorts I’d worn to the gym, took off my underwear, too, and spread my legs. Guy could suck, too, and a couple of times he sucked me down all the way to the base. Couldn’t take it any more, and when he took his mouth off my parts, I pulled off my own t-shirt, and stood up. He stayed on his knees, and I fed him my cock again, fucked his face gently and very nearly lost it right there when I looked down and saw that he was still rock hard, and was playing with his nipples while sucking me.

I pulled him up to a standing position and we hugged and kissed: his big lips were soft and pillowy, and we tangled tongues for quite a while. I asked if I could fuck him, and he asked if he could go clean up first. I showed him to the bathroom, showed him the bidet hose and left him with a towel.

He looked super hot when he came out, still hard, looking like a brown Adonis with an angel’s smile. He shut the bathroom door behind him then turned and braced himself against the door frame, bent over a bit, spreading his legs and showing off his ass. Damn, his large bubble butt looked fine, and I got on my knees to worship his ass and lick out his rosebud with my tongue.

He wiggled and moaned and when I got him slick and wet with my saliva I went to get my supplies. I gloved up, lube up and lubed him up too for extra measure, and then took him right there, reaching around to hold his boner while I pushed into him slowly from behind. Good thing he was tall, just the right height, and I managed to get all the way in, going slowly all the time. He was tight, and I tried not to hurt him: I think I succeeded based on the sounds that he was making.

He whimpered, in a good way, when I started moving, and I had to restrain myself from just pounding away. That didn’t last long, because after a while, he said “harder, brother” and that was my cue. I stopped holding back, just sped up, and I could feel his cock pulsing and moving as I fucked him. Not too fast, not too hard, a steady pump, and I couldn’t help making some of my own guttural moans as I ploughed his tight hole.

I pulled out, smacked his fleshy bum, and guided him to bend over the sofa so I could fuck him some more. This time I had my hands on his waist, watching his bottom bounce as I smacked into it with my body, going in nice and deep with each thrust. I bent over, kissed the back of his neck, put my hand on his mouth but didn’t stop or slow down. He opened his lips and sucked on my fingertips, continuing to gasp and moan even with his mouth full.

I felt the tide riding inside me, like I was close to peeing, and I knew my body was getting ready to unload. I whispered to him that I was going to cum, and he nodded, said “ok, brother”, and when I took my hand away from his mouth, lifted his own hand up, spat into his palm, and started rubbing his dick urgently. I straightened up, and increased the pace, fucking harder to coax the jizz from my balls. I tried to control, but the sounds he was making and the feeling of him wrapped tightly around my cock made it difficult.

I finally couldn’t control myself any more, and I yelled out wordlessly and slammed into him hard a few times as I pumped out my load into the condom I was wearing. Moments after I finished, he moaned loudly, too, and I felt him contracting hard around me as he came too. I pulled out, and saw that he had squirted out an impressive load onto the sofa seat, thick and sticky. My condom was pretty full, too, so obviously both of us hadn’t cum in a while.

“Thanks,” he said, as he stood back up, “I go shower.” Then he kissed me again, taking care not to put his hand against me, presumably because he’d gotten some cum on it. Pretty thoughtful of him. I took off my condom and cleaned up the beautiful mess he’d left behind, and when I was done, he came out of the shower again. He got dressed while I watched (damn, he was easy on the eyes) and then I let him out, but not before stealing another kiss from those full lips.