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The usual gang of after work end-of-week drinkers had shrunk down to two, just me and Irvin (not his real name). I didn’t know him all that well, he wasn’t actually from my company, but he was friends with one of my colleagues. I had hung back a bit because … well, because I got a bit of a vibe from him, and because I thought he was attractive.

Irvin had a big chest, (he has a short and broad frame) and I could see the dark brown discs of his nipples through his white work shirt. I could also see that he had quite big nubs, poking up. Those caught my eye. You know I’m a bit of a sucker for nipples.

He’d taken off his tie, undone his collar and rolled up his sleeves, and they clung tightly to his big arms. Looked really hot, with his wrestler’s build. His business pants were also tailored to his ass, which looked big and firm. All of this contrasted quite strongly with his squarish face - his glasses gave him a nerdy look, and he had a geeky look, like his body belonged to someone else.

He’d switched to water, because he needed to drive home. I was finishing off my third glass of wine, so I was pleasantly buzzed.

“Time to make a move,” Irvin said, stood and picked up his things. “Want a lift?”

I agreed, got my stuff and we headed to where his car was, in the office building where he worked. We made small talk along the way, and I complimented his physique. We compared our gym routines and I said how much I liked his chest. I put a hand out to feel it, and he stopped to let me.

I put my hand flat on his chest - very firm - and then I ran my hand across it, feeling the mounded shape, and then I sort of rubbed and cupped it, because it was a good size. Irvin made a small noise.

“Want a closer look?” he said, with a little smile. “Normally I charge, but free for a friend.”

I kept my face still, unsure if he was serious. Turns out that he was - as we continued, he explained that he often got offered money to do things by people who saw him in the gym. He’d accepted offers twice (he said) for muscle worship, where he went to a person’s house and they touched his body and did other things.

I said that I thought he was straight, and he laughed at me. Doing things for pay didn’t change his orientation, he said, and he didn’t care about the gender of the mouth that was sucking him. That was his limit, he said, which made sense to me.

Honestly, whatever your limit is, that’s your limit, and it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you - in this case, I could see what Irvin was getting at.

The car park was quite empty, not surprising given the hour, and the fact that it was in the business district. Fortunately for us, Irvin had parked in a far corner, because it was the only spot available when he’d arrived at work, he said. Still, it was in direct line of sight to the lift lobby, so anyone getting out of the lift to get their car (there were a couple more left on this floor) could see us.

I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped me. Car park was a little too exposed, so instead, we made our way to a higher floor. His firm had the use of the entire floor, and the toilets were inside. Completely private, for all intents and purposes, but we walked around the floor making sure that no one had stayed back to work.

I thought we could have pretty much done stuff out in the open, since there was no one in the place, but Irvin led me into the unisex handicapped toilet. It was huge, bigger than some HDB bathrooms, and had a sink and a toilet and plenty of other space, with handrails in a few places as well as a couple of emergency call buttons. Irvin closed and locked the door. He leaned against the one blank wall (the others had the door, the sink and the toilet against them), and slowly, seductively, undid one button on his shirt.

He looked a bit wounded when I laughed at him, but he recovered when I stepped forward and put my hands above his hips, and ran them up and down to feel his solid body.

“Open your shirt,” I said, and I let him undo the rest of his buttons. When he pulled his shirttails out of the waistband of his pants, I spread his shirt open, and cupped his pecs. They were really quite big, and heavy, and my hands were in the right position for me to rub my thumbs against his nipples as I lifted and lowered his pecs. He did have fairly large nubs, and he inhaled, hissing, when I rubbed them.

He was responsive, making soft noises as I played with his chest. It wasn’t worship, really, I mean, I like nipples and pecs and all that - but I was mostly trying to turn this guy on. I wanted him to moan.

(A small part of me wanted him to be so crazy horny that he’d ask me to fuck him, but I don’t think that straight guys do that. I already knew that he’d probably let me suck him if I got him hot enough.)

I tried getting a little rougher, but he didn’t like that - not everyone likes having their nipples played with, let along pinched and twiddled and more. I went back to just playing with his chest as though they were a couple of muscular boobs, and then I thought maybe I would lean in and taste him.

I put my thumb and forefinger around Irvin’s nipple, pinched and let go of his nub, firmly, but not hard. I leaned forward, and ran the tip of my tongue around his areola, leaving his nub alone. He grunted, impatient, put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, so I got a mouthful of his pec.

I sucked, his nipple entirely in my mouth, like a baby trying to get a feed. Irvin breathed heavily, and I thought he was enjoying it. I stuck out my tongue, pressed it against his nipple. The nub of his nipple felt very big against my tongue, the size of a pill. Now he didn’t seem to care about how much noise he was making, and he moaned loudly, as I rubbed my tongue against it, back and forth.

I let it go, and tried to put up my head, but Irvin pushed my head to his other pec - back to sucking, and more moaning from him. I have to admit that I was kind of enjoying myself. Maybe because hearing him moan was a turn-on for me.

When I put one hand on his crotch, I found that he was hard, straining. Obviously, sucking on his chest had turned him on a bit. He undid his belt and his pants in a hurry. When he let me take my head off his chest, I saw a small, wet spot on his underwear.

I rubbed the bulge, and Irvin peeled his undies downward and let out his cock. He had one that was thick at the base and somehow more narrow at the tip, uncut, but so hard that the skin was stretched tight over his cockhead.

I put a hand around him, and leaned forward to suck his chest again. Got his whole nipple under my mouth, and swirled my tongue around his tit, sucked hard - and then heard him yell “oh, FUCK” above my head and felt his cock pulsing in my hand.

I let go of his nipple and looked down, and saw that Irvin had shot his load, across the handicapped toilet, and a single strand of jizz was hanging down from his dick.

“Hey, sorry, sorry,” Irvin said, looking embarrassed. I didn’t reply, just dived down to scoop up that last drop with my tongue and get a taste of his cock. He half-yelped when I engulfed him, right to the root. I could smell him, when I had my mouth full - a full day’s worth of ballsweat, he was ripe. I didn’t mind.

He let me have a couple of sucks, from the base till only his glans was in my mouth, and back down again, before pulling back. I stood up, and Irvin pulled his underwear up.

“Ok, enough?” he said, “Or, uh, you want to jerk off or something?” I was hard and horny enough to want to finish, but I didn’t want to jerk myself off.

“You help me?” I said, and he seemed amenable.

I undid my pants and lowered them, mid-thigh. Irvin fingered my own barely-restrained bulge, and pulled down the front of my underwear.

I popped out, more than halfway hard, my foreskin retracted enough that my piss slit showed through the opening, wet and glistening.

“Wow, you’re big,” Irvin said, admiringly. I’m not, really - seen much bigger - but I am a little bigger than average and a little thicker, too, which adds to the illusion of size.

He stood to one side, out of the line of fire, grasped me overhand, and jerked me roughly, my foreskin slipping over my head more easily than usual since it was already lubed with pre-cum. It was uncomfortable but felt strangely good.

I imagine we must have looked like a couple of guys in one of this exec wear pornos, both dressed in workwear, my cock out, Irvin’s pants open and his shirt unbuttoned.

On a whim, I leaned forward and sucked one of his pecs like before. Irvin cursed “ah, FUCK” and jerked me harder, and it only took a little while of that before I was close enough to cum, pumping out my load and bucking my hips a couple of times. Irvin took his hand off as soon as I shot, and I stood back up.

I saw that some of my cum had landed on his hand, one thick string and I’d also managed to shoot quite far. Irvin smeared the last bit of my jizz on his other pec, and smirked at me.

“Dessert?” he said, and I obediently licked it off his nipple (earning me a sigh) and then sucked that pec, tonguing the nub.

Irvin moaned and I felt motion - he’d leaned back against the wall, pulled his underwear down and was jerking himself off. He was hard, again.

I straightened up.

“Can round two?” I said. Irvin’s eyes were a little glazed, and he nodded.

“I think so,” he said. I got to my knees, and he let himself go - it went straight into my mouth, and I sucked him, looking up to see that he was fingering his chest. I put one hand up and he let me grab one pec. He was moaning again as I fingered him, and when I managed to get his nub between my thumb and forefinger, I rubbed it between them - that was enough to set him off. He rewarded me with a second load, his dick pulsing between my lips, me swallowing a couple of times as he pumped it out into my mouth.

I withdrew and stood up, and we both tidied up. We made our way to the car, and he drove me home.

“That was good,” Irvin said, “I should be the one paying you.” I climbed out of the car - he’d stopped under my condo.

Wrote this in a hurry to get this done in time - sorry it’s a bit brief. Hope you like it anyway.

I opened the door and found Sarge standing there with his shorts down around his ankles, his dick half-hard, hanging fatly down over his low-slung balls, singlet pulled up to show off his abs. He saluted.

“Sergeant JW, reporting for duty!” he said, before bursting out laughing and pulling his shirt back down. He bent over and pulled up his shorts, which barely managed to conceal his erection. I laughed myself, and let him in.

It’s a good thing my condo is on a blind corridor leading off the lift lobby. No one comes up this way unless they’re coming to my place, or they’re lost.

He’d gone into the kitchen by the time I shut the front door, and come out with a couple of open longnecks, a craft beer I’d picked up in Cold Storage. He passed me one, and stepped in close to grind his crotch against me.

“Duty, duty, duty!” he said, and laughed when I smacked his ass with my free hand.

“More like booty,” I said, and we both laughed.

We finished our beers, just chatting, and then I said I needed a shower. He’d messaged me out of the blue, said he was nearby after the gym, and I asked him to come over. He was close enough that I didn’t have time to do more than tidy up the house before he arrived. I headed for the guest shower, and to my surprise, he came with me.

I gave myself a quick scrub down in the shower, taking care to pull back my foreskin to clean under it and thoroughly wash out my ass. I dried off and stepped out, and found that Sarge was sitting naked on the toilet, leaning against the marble-tiled wall behind it, idly playing with his now-erect cock. He’d even taken off his glasses, and they were on top of the pile of his clothes on the floor beside him. I went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth with mouthwash, and when I turned back, he had his legs in the air.

Fortunately for me, I have supplies in the guest bathroom, too, so I dutifully gloved and lubed up, and slicked his hole, poking it with a finger.

“Yeah, man, gonna get pounded,” he said, and so I gave him a more thorough fingering, making him moan and gasp, finger-fucking him quite vigorously with three fingers by the end.

“C’mon,” he said, breathing heavily, “Give it to me, I want it.”

I wanted it too. Fingering my hot Army guy had made me even more turned on than before. I guided myself to his unshaven hole, and pushed my way in, using my hand that was slick with lube to jack his uncut cock. He laid his legs on my shoulders, and put his hands down to brace himself against the bowl for balance.

I went slow, taking the time to go all the way in and out, stretching him open. He took it in silence, a few manly grunts each time I pushed all the way in. I pulled fully out, watched his hole gape and wink at me.

“Put it back in,” Sarge said, “Please.” The tone of horny desperation in his plea was so different than the cocky guy who had appeared at my door. I shoved myself back in, faster this time, and got a loud groan for my effort. The groaning got louder, lower and more continuous as I fucked him, not a pounding, more a steady plough. He was still tight, but had relaxed enough that I could move smoothly about halfway in and out with each stroke. I was very comfortable at this pace - stimulating enough to be enjoyable, but slow enough that I could last for a longer time, and control myself. It wasn’t hard to slow down a bit if I got close, and it kept me moving inside Sarge’s hole.

By this time I had stopped jacking his cock, and had my arms around his legs, which were still on my shoulders. I leaned forward, forcing him to bend more, and thrust a little harder and deeper. He whimpered and then grunted again.

“Fuck, shit,” he said, tilting his head back, taking my thrusting. Then he put his arms around my neck.

“Feels good?” I said.

“Yeeaah,” he managed, and lifted his head to look at me. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and pulled out.

“Eh, don’t stop,” Sarge said.

“I need a suck,” I said, pulling off my condom.

“Blow cannot, ah?” he said, and the old Sarge was back. He sat forward and bent towards me and I fed him my cock. He slurped gratefully on the tip for a while before looking up hopefully at me.

“All the way in,” I said. He opened wider, struggled a bit and got it all the way in, his lips up against my pubes. Obedience is a turn-on for me, I can’t lie.

I pulled back my hips - Sarge stayed in position, I guess in case I was gonna face-fuck him? I put my hands on his chin, and lifted: he stood at the same time, and soon I had his face almost level with mine, our eyes locked. He actually looked a bit uncertain, so I kissed him, another peck, this time on the lips. I ran my hands across his muscular shoulders, and then turned him around.

“Bend over for me,” I said. The tank for my toilet is in the wall, so when he leaned forward, he laid his hands flat on the tiles, and stuck out his ass. He turned to look back at me.

“When we fuck doggy style, does that make me your bitch?” he said.

“No,” I said, “This isn’t doggy style - you’d have to be on all fours for that.

I moved my dick to his crack and then moved up and down a bit till I found his hole, and pushed in, not gently, but not too rough. Sarge moaned.

“And you’re not my bitch,” I said, “I like having fun with you, that’s all.” I remembered that he was sensitive about being turned into a woman, or becoming too submissive. Not an issue for me, but I guess it was important to him that he not lose himself while we were playing, and I can respect that.

He was still looking at me, but he grinned, turned to face the wall, then pumped his ass back on my dick, which made me grunt.

“I like having fun with you, too,” he said, back to his cheeky self.

I punctuated the end of that conversation with a slap on his ass, and then I set to pumping his hole in earnest. I leaned forward, taking the chance to play with his pecs and nipples, which made him moan more than the ramming he was getting, which seemed to be making him grunt in a sort of low-voiced manly way that I found quite erotic. When I slipped my hands down to between his legs, I could feel that he was pretty hard - I wanted to jack him off, but he warned me off, in between grunts, saying he was close - wanted to hold off wanking until I was closer so we could cum together. My cue to straighten up and get serious.

I had my hands on Sarge’s waist, and I basically just increased the pace, and just like that, I was closer to cumming, too.

“Hey, I’m close,” I said, and Sarge took one hand off the wall and started jerking himself off. I was going to say something smart, but before I could, he moaned and bucked his hips. I love the sound of a guy cumming, but I wasn’t quite there yet, so I pumped him a little more before I was ready to discharge my juice.

I thought Sarge deserved a bit of a treat, so I pulled out of him, got him to sit back down on the toilet, then took off my condom and jacked myself off - I was very close, so he got a very messy thick cumshot mostly on his lower belly and pubes. I got on my knees and cleaned up my own cum from Sarge’s body, and then sucked his cock (that got me some interesting noises) which wasn’t fully hard, but which was still fun. When I stood up, he grabbed my cock and pulled it to him - apparently there was still a bit of cum on my cockhead and it needed cleaning, in his mouth, of course.

The guy who came over today is fucking crash hot. I didn’t even give him a chance to take off his clothes, pulled him with me to the living room as soon as he got into the house. My mouth was on his, our hands were on each other, and I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his business shirt so I could feel him up. His skin was so smooth and his body was so hard - I felt his nipples stiffen up as I worked them with my hands, as I squeezed his pecs. I even got a chance to run my hands over the slabs of his abs as I slipped them down to his narrow waist.

He moaned into my mouth as I groped him, which was a huge turn on. I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the back of his pants and his underwear in one move, exposing his ass so I could pull him close and reach behind to finger him while we kept kissing. He grinded his crotch against me, his moaning getting lower and louder. I noticed that his hole was slick - easier to slip my finger in and out. He’d obviously prepped before coming over.

I’ve known M for years, and we’ve played on and off. He’s one of those big-sized guys who has a hunky gym-fit body but a boyish cute face, and I was pretty thrilled when he messaged me about lunchtime. He had the day off, and wanted to come over as soon as I was done with work. I told him I’d prefer to have a chance to shower but he had some executive wear fantasy in mind which I quickly agreed to. He was waiting downstairs for me when I got home, looking hella fine in tailored business wear that showed off his muscular arms, his v-taper and rounded butt to great effect. We tangled tongues in the lift on the way up, and I was superhorny when we got into the house.

I disengaged, sat back down on the sofa and pulled him down by his tie till he was on his knees in front of me, his hands on my knees. Was great to see him beam his boyish smile at me, with his arms bulging in his shirt sleeves, the front of his shirt gaping open with his perky tits erect in the middle of his rounded pecs, his abs moving slightly as he breathed a little heavily from the excitement of our kissing.

I undid my pants and he helped me out of them. I lifted my hips so he could pull my briefs and pants off, chucked them on the sofa next to me, and then I guided his head down so that he could suck me. He started out by giving my junk a tongue bath, and then he concentrated on my balls. I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it wide. When he looked up and noticed, he opened his mouth and bent down over my erect cock and took it all the way in, and reached over his head to finger my chest.

I grabbed my phone from out of my pants pocket and did a quick Twitter surf while he serviced me, first sucking my entire dick and then stopping to lick up and down my shaft before taking me into his mouth again, playing with my nipples the whole time. He got rougher and rougher with my tits, which I enjoyed, and finally I returned my attention to him. He took his mouth off my cock, and stood up, taking the opportunity to drop his pants and underwear to the floor so I could see how turned on he was, his smooth balls pulled up high, his fat cut dick at full mast. It was shiny (with precum) and he breathed heavily, his erection twitching up and down.

I typed in “He’s taken his mouth off my cock and is standing in front of me, so turned on his dick is moving, wet with precum. I’m hard, too. I’m gonna fuck him after I hit tweet” and then I hit tweet.

He headed into the guest room (yeah, some fuck buddies get the bed) and I went to get my supplies. He was on his knees on the bed, head down and ass up, when I got back, and I rolled on a condom and lubed his ass some more before pushing in, nice and slow. Met some resistance when I reached his inner ring, and he grunted nicely when I pushed past it.

I found his tie with my hands and pulled up, and he got up on his hands so I could give him a good doggy fuck. After doing that for a while I flipped him on his back so I could give him a slow fuck while sucking on his tits, and then we changed positions again. We were both a bit sweaty by this time, so we took off our shirts and ties, kissed a bit and then breathlessly got back to it.

I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard, and he sat on my cock, riding me up and down. His chest was right in front of me, so I slurped on his nips some more - he loved it, put his hand on my head, and then guided me to his armpit so I could lick him out, while he put one hand behind his neck. Difficult to do as he was moving, but it turned him on so much - the slight fur in his pit and the musky smell was a turn on for me too.

Switched back to missionary, a nice slow pump with me kneeling and his legs spread open wide. I got to mouth his chest and get more of his fabulous man scent while licking his funky pits. I got off the bed and stood up, pulled him to the edge, and rested his legs on my shoulders before giving him a hard fuck. He jerked his own cock, grunting and moaning as I wrecked his ass, till he unloaded on himself, squirting a surprisingly large thick sticky cumload on his lower belly and abs, and then he let go of his cock and I got to watch the last bits of it dribble out as I continued to pump him furiously. I pulled out and ripped off my condom just before I hit the edge, and he put his legs down and spread them open.

I only jacked myself twice before shooting my own juice across his body, a good six or seven squirts, more watery than his, but I shot with more force - the first shot went up to his neck. He smiled up at me, panting: both of us were dripping with sweat even though it was a cool night and I had the aircon on. I cleaned up the room a bit while he grabbed his clothes and went to shower, and grabbed my phone to Tweet a follow-up message before I went to do the same in my own en-suite bathroom.

I’m a very bad man. My only excuse is that I must still be horny even though I managed a couple of good roots this weekend.

So tonight, I was tired, but in a good way. I was flush with endorphins, having finished a gruelling night run - hit a personal best time, and I was walking it off, cooling down and letting my heart rate go back to normal. I had my t-shirt off, letting the night air dry me as I walked.

I stopped at a basketball court, under one of the nearby blocks of HDB flats, and sat on a sort of low stone wall that was close by. A couple of Chinese guys were playing one-on-one, and both of them were kinda hot. One was tall and thin, had a black basketball singlet and loose pants, and I was captivated by the ropy muscles in his arms and his slim but firm calves. The other one was shirtless, in a pair of fairly tight maroon running shorts, shorter than his friend but better built, crew-cut hair, squarish face with a big broad chest and dark nips, sort of tan and shiny with sweat, and he had a sort of muscular stomach and small waist: no visible six pack, but very close. I had my eyes on him: he had muscular, thick thighs and hairy legs, looked very manly. They both must have been in their early twenties, at a guess, maybe six or seven years younger than me.

I used my t-shirt to swipe my body, get more of the sweat off so I could dry properly. I was enjoying the show, and my dick was enjoying the show, too - fuck, I was getting hard in my shorts. I adjusted myself, and tried to relax: I could feel my heart rate slowing, but blood was definitely pumping.

The boys finished their game, and the taller guy took the basketball, fistbumped the other guy and walked away. To my surprise (or delight) the shorter guy walked over to where I was sitting. I realised only then that his t-shirt and wallet were sitting on the wall I was at, a short distance away from me. He grabbed his t-shirt and stuffed his wallet into his back pocket before wiping himself off with his t-shirt and pulling it on over his head, giving me a glimpse of the thick black tufts of hair in his pits.

He looked up at me, and smiled, and then made the kind of eye-contact that I reckon looks like a come-on. He walked a little distance away, and then looked back at me again. I didn’t know for sure, but I casually stood up, tucked my t-shirt into the back of my shorts, checked to see that I had my things, and then walked towards him. He walked ahead of me, occasionally glancing back to make sure I was following him, and led me away from the bright lights, back to the running track that I had come from.

It’s a nice track, which goes through a sort of park that runs along the rows of flats, between them and the road. There are a few stands of trees that border the track, and it was into one of those that he turned. I checked to see that no one was following me, and headed in as well. It’s not exactly pitch dark in there, but it is unlit, and even though there’s a track that goes past, and a road a little distance away, it was oddly quiet and silent.

The basketball guy had stopped with his back to a big tree, and had pulled down his shorts and was jacking off. He was actually pretty thick, if not long, and the waistband of his shorts pushed up his balls so they were round and full under his dick. In the meagre light that penetrated the stand of trees, I could see that he had a thick bush of pubes above his hard cock: I got a nose full of them when I knelt down and took his cock into my mouth.

The deed was dirty and quickly done. He wasn’t exactly quiet, huffing loudly while I sucked him and moved my head back and forth, letting out a moan that surprised me moments before he unloaded his thick, salty-tangy jizz into my mouth and down my throat, his cock (which was just thick and full enough to be fun to suck) pulsing as he came.

I swallowed as I sat back on my heels, and I thought that would be it, but he reached down to play with my nipples and rub my pecs. He helped me to my feet, and turned me around, before going down on his knees himself. He pulled down my shorts, and, instead of sucking my cock, he licked my balls. That got me to full hardness (I’d been pretty close while I was sucking him) and that’s when he took me into his mouth.

He was a good cocksucker, too, taking a little more time and care than I had, alternately licking my shaft from root to tip before sucking on the head. I couldn’t help myself, and let out a low moan - he took his head off my dick and smiled up at me. He jerked me, a couple of slow long strokes, before taking me into his mouth, going easily down and taking it all the way. Even though I was longer than him (although not as thick) he sucked me easily, moving his head so that I was sliding in and out of his warm, wet mouth.

He sped up, and I felt that I was close.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, giving him more warning than he had me, but he just went faster and I unloaded with a loud sigh. I thought he would stop, but he kept going, slower this time, until I gasped from the sensation of having my sensitive rod sucked. Only then did he let me go, and stood up.

“Maybe next time I ask my friend to join,” he said, and then headed out of the shelter of the trees. I didn’t have his number or anything, and when I walked out, I saw him off in the distance, jogging away, looking like any other runner.

Ended work early today, because I have an onsite early tomorrow morning - and that left part of the afternoon and evening free. Naturally, I popped open my apps to delete unwanted messages and see if there was anything interesting.

No luck.

So I reached out to people who I’ve met before, and switched to WhatsApp to see if my fuckbuddies were available. No one, really, so I went to the pool. After swimming laps I showered and cleaned up, and checked my phone.

What do you know? A school friend and fuckbuddy from Singapore who had relocated to Australia was back in town for a family wedding, and asked if I was free for dinner. His family home is actually in the nearby housing estate, and I invited him over.

Chris (not his real name) is a year older than me, lean Chinese guy with a cyclist’s body, which makes sense because he used to be a competitive cyclist and marathon runner. He turned up at the front door in slippers, some worn cotton shorts and an old school t-shirt. He looked good, too. Obviously Australia agreed with him, and he was a little tan. He left his slippers outside the gate and came in.

He bought some bak chor mee because he was craving local food, and brought it with him. Got me some, too. Lots of chat and laughter over our early dinner, and then he pushed his chair back from the dining table.

“This place is too damn hot,” he said, “Don’t mind me.” He crossed his arms over his body and pulled his t-shirt off, over his head. I liked seeing the muscles of his torso flexing as he undressed, and while he wasn’t muscular in a bulky way, his abs were still very much in evidence, as were the ropy muscles in his arms. He was perspiring very lightly, too, and his medium-sized nipples were darker spots on his flat chest.

“No need to stop there,” I said, and went to shut the doors and windows and turn on the air-conditioning. When I got back to the dining room, he was sitting naked in his chair, which he’d turned to one side, with his clothes flipped over the back of the dining chair behind him. His muscular legs were spread wide, and he was toying with his cock, which was still soft, but already thickening.

Too delicious to resist, so I sat on the floor between his legs and stroked his thighs, and lifted his dick to suck softly on his smooth balls, one at a time. I could feel his rod stiffening in my hand, and I licked up the full length of his shaft. Chris has a fairly long, thin cock, a joy to suck. He exhaled quietly when I took him into my mouth, and as I worked on him, he adjusted his position once and then settled in to enjoy it. It wasn’t until I was moving my head up and down, his entire cock wet with my saliva, slipping in and out of my mouth smoothly against my lips, that he spoke.

“Yeah,” Chris said, “Suck it. That feels good.” I sat back, taking my mouth off his cock.

“You know what else would feel good?” I said.

Chris lazily lifted one leg, shifting so he wouldn’t fall off the chair.

“Bring it on in,” he said, smiling broadly.

I grabbed some supplies, and popped them on the dining table while I stripped. The airconditioning had definitely kicked in, and it felt cool on my skin. I’d already gotten half-hard while sucking Chris, and I stiffened up more watching him run his fingers over his body, teasing his nipples where they stood up from his chest. He was still hard, and his dick was still wet from before. His balls looked fairly big, too, hanging loosely under his boner, although I could tell they were starting to draw up.

I put on a condom, and got lubed up. Chris obligingly lifted his balls up, so I had clear access, and even then I had to bend my legs to get a good angle.

He took me like a pro when I pushed in - took a little while and a few tries before I could get comfortable, and when I pushed firmly but gradually to get past his ring, Chris exhaled loudly, breathing heavily until I was all the way in.

“You’re right,” he said, “That does feel good.”

This wasn’t anything new. When we’d both been studying in Australia, Chris had stayed in student housing with me, in an apartment a couple of floors above me. We had a couple of common classes, and got assigned to work on an assignment together for one of them. We’d finished, late at night, and I grabbed his cock, for a joke, because it looked like it was stiff - and you know what, it was, and he was, and that’s when we started messing around, for fun. Nothing too serious at first, mutual jacking off, and then oral, and then full on fucking. A couple of bros, relieving tension and having a little bit of fun, now and then.

Fucking him now felt familiar, and as I moved my hands over his body, I recognised the broad shapes of it. He kissed me, as I pumped slowly into and out of him, and moaned softly into my mouth. I found a nipple with my left hand, and rubbed it, then moved my hand up the side of his neck to cup his cheek as I kissed him some more. I was turned on, so I went a little faster, until I heard Chris gasp. I lifted my head.

“Hey, slow down,” he said, “I’m a little too close.”

I stopped moving.

“Should I continue?” I said. I noticed that Chris was perspiring: even with the air-con, the humidity was probably too much for him.

“Take a break?” Chris said.

I pulled out of him and stepped back, my dick covered in bits of foamy white, from the lube I’d churned up. He stood up, and stretched. I guess getting fucked in a wooden dining chair is not the most comfortable.

I walked to the kitchen to get us a couple of glasses of iced water, my cock bobbing in front of me. I handed him a glass when I got back to the dining room. We drank in silence, standing around, cooling off.

“So,” he said, “why didn’t this become a thing?”

“Not sure,” I said. I really wasn’t. I guess because we were friends, and because we didn’t have any feelings for each other. Sure, we hung out sometimes, and did school work together, and once in a while we’d have a little fun, but it wasn’t romantic. We still dated, other people but not each other, and Chris had eventually gotten serious with a Malaysian girl so we stopped.

“How’s your love life now?” I said, putting my glass down.

“Ah, I’m a confirmed bachelor,” he said, “Anna comes over from time to time - we’re pretty much married, for all intents and purposes, but she has her own place and her own space, and so do I. Ma and Pa aren’t happy, because they want me to actually get married, but that seems to work for us.”

Anna was his … I dunno, partner or lover. Pretty Australian woman, tall with long brown hair. I’d seen photos. He’d met her after he decided to live in Australia permanently. She was an artist by training, but worked as a school teacher.

“So, uh, does Anna know?” I said. I’d asked him this every time I’d seen him since he’d gotten into a relationship with her a couple of years ago. I’m not a home wrecker.

“Yeah, I think she does. Whenever I come back to see Ma and Pa, she asks if I’m going to meet you, and then she says ‘you boys have fun!’ and I leave it at that. She’s got an ‘old school friend’ too, this guy from Queensland whom I’ve never met. He blows into town a couple of times a year, and she tells me she’s going to ‘catch up’ and then I don’t hear from her for a couple of days.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell?” I said.

“More like don’t ask, don’t want to know,” said Chris.

“But it’s all good?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. There was a sort of light in his eyes. “It’s good.”

Chris chugged down the rest of his water, before putting the glass on the counter.

“I’d better do something about that,” he said, reaching out with both hands to carefully take the condom off my softened dick. I pushed the glass to one side and hopped up to sit on the table. I spread my legs, a little, and Chris jerked my cock, licked the underside of the head, and when I got harder, he sucked on the head.

Then he stopped and looked up at me.

“This counts as ‘ass to mouth’, right?” and we both cracked up laughing. We laughed so hard that I wondered if it’d broken the mood.

“You wanna just jack off?” I said. I don’t like to make people do things they’re uncomfortable with, and I wanted to give Chris a way out. He didn’t take it.

“Nah, man,” he said, standing up and showing me that he was hard again (or still hard, I couldn’t remember). “You gotta make me sweat!”

“Then I’ll just turn the air-con off,” I said, and that got us laughing again.

He wasn’t laughing moments later when I took him from behind as he lay sort of face down on the couch, his lower torso flat against the seat, but with his upper half braced on the arm rest. I’d gloved up and we’d both reapplied more lube. Chris was obviously more relaxed, or something - I went straight in, easily, (which made Chris squeal) but perhaps that was also because in this position my bodyweight was pressing down too. For a while there was nothing but slapping sounds and heavy breathing: a good steady pump, the way I like it. Then Chris pushed up off the sofa, my cue to get off him.

He stood up and got me to lie on the chaise, my back against the seat (well, part of my back) and my legs out straight. He straddled me, knelt on the chaise with his knees on either side of me, and sank down onto my cock. He started moving up and down, leaning forward at first looking down at me, and then eventually arched his back and leaned backwards, his hands on his knees, his cock rock hard and a little wet, pointing up. His motion got more intense, and he let out a moan.

I resisted the urge to touch him. It felt good to have him milking me with his ass, and I admit, I was curious to see if he could cum handsfree. I thought I would help - I leaned forward, and put my hands on the underside of his thighs. He understood immediately, and stayed still, bent forwards toward me, hovering above my pelvis, and I thrust upwards. That wasn’t very effective, so I put my feet down on either side of the chaise, my knees bent slightly, and that gave me more leverage to thrust up and down, in and out of Chris. I got a pretty good rhythm going, and good speed, too, and that seemed to coax even more moaning out of Chris. He was sweating, full on, dripping with sweat, and from my exertions, I was sweating, too!

I couldn’t keep it up for too long, and eventually I slowed down. Chris sat forward a bit, and continued doing the work, this time not going up and down as much as forward and back. His dickhead was glistening, and a trail of precum had dripped down the shaft. I ran my hand up Chris’ sweaty torso, feeling how firm it was, and then paused with my hands on his shoulders.

“Want me to help you out?” I said. “Let’s see if we can cum together.”

I was actually pretty close, myself. He nodded, and put his hands on either side of my head to brace himself, and went a little faster. The feelings were almost too much for me to bear. I took the chance to feel the muscles in his arms, and then he leaned forward ro kiss me. I kissed him back, and when he sat up, I put my hand around his cock.

He yelped and moaned as I jerked him off - actually, I simply gripped him gently; his own precum was like lube and his cock moved in and out of my hand with his own motion. I felt his ass clench around my cock, and I knew he was getting ready. I almost blew my load there and then, but I clenched myself to hold it in.

“Gonna cum,” he muttered, not pausing but going faster. He moaned, a loud one, and then exhaled another moan as he squirted out strings of thick ropy cum across my body as he simultaneously rode back on my cock and pumped his own dick in my hand. I released my control, too, letting the pulsing of his ejaculation milk out my load as I filled the condom that I was wearing. He collapsed on to me, breathing heavily, catching his breath, and I bucked my hips a couple more times as my own orgasm forced me to. I was panting, too.

We stayed that way for a little while, before he climbed off me to let my cock flop out of his hole. I could see that I had managed a pretty big load, probably because I hadn’t cum for a couple of days.

Chris wiped his sweat off his face, and ran his hand through his hair.

“I really needed that,” he said, and smiled at me. I got up off the chaise, and took my condom off, careful not to spill it. I walked to the kitchen to throw it away, and when I got back, Chris grabbed my still fairly hard cock.

While I was in the office today, I got into an online chat with a friend. He’s based overseas, but comes back irregularly. He happened to be in Singapore for a relative’s wedding (which happened over the weekend). He stayed in the wedding hotel, because his family home was full of visiting relatives, and he’d extended for a few days.

Matt (obviously not his real name) is a Chinese Singaporean man in his mid-thirties. Not ridiculously good-looking by any means - rather the opposite. I’d take him for your average guy next door. Has a nice smile that lights up his entire face, but aside from that you would pass him on the street without a second glance. He’s clean-cut, and clean-shaven, and frankly, he’s smooth all over, with wispy armpit hair and neatly trimmed pubes. Doesn’t wear glasses, doesn’t wear a watch, looks very good in office wear but is really more at home in a pastel polo tee and light coloured shorts (usually dark beige or light brown).

But still, I like him. Part of the reason for that is that he has a good body. Long torso, lean and muscled, pretty cut, clearly defined abs. Not too broad across the shoulders but his flat abs and sharp v-lines make him look more tapered than he is. Small but firm ass, nicely rounded butt-cheeks, fairly muscular thighs for someone of his build, and shapely calves. Fairly sure that most of you would like him, if you saw him with his clothes off.

He’s versatile, but when we used to … well, not go out, exactly, but play together almost exclusively, he would bottom for me. Even then, I liked playing with his dick. It’s a good size, not huge, uncut and an even thickness from base to tip, veiny and impressive, sort of the same colour as the rest of him.

Anyway, I got to spend some time with that dick - frankly, I was planning to get him hard and horny and then fuck his brains out. We had dinner and drinks at the hotel restaurant, and then he invited me up to his room, and we got naked and messed around and got in the shower and messed around some more, and I sucked him while he lay on his back on the bed (I love a hard dick on a bottom) and then I was straddling him, stroking our two cocks together, and then he reached for my chest, squeezed my pec, and I bent over and he squeezed it some more while kissing and biting the other, and I was suddenly struck by the urge to let him fuck me.

I’m not a power bottom, not by any means. I cum more easily when I’m on top, and I’ve better control, too. Unlike some, being penetrated doesn’t make me hard, and I don’t usually stay hard while getting fucked.

Oh, sure, I have days or times when my butt gets itchy and I want something in it. I’m easy-going enough to bottom when the person I’m with wants to flip, or when the situation demands it. I’m even broadminded enough to sometimes (well, rarely) enjoy being submissive, and let someone else dominate for a change, usually with his cock. And I wanted him inside me.

He must have been thinking the same thing.

“Would you let me fuck you?” Matt said.

I hesitated, because I wasn’t clean, but then I figured I was in a hotel room and I know how to adapt and given enough time I can get clean enough. I told him that I’d go get ready in the bathroom, but warned him that I might not be completely prepped, and he said it didn’t matter, because he’d wanted to get my ass for a long time. Well, that got me super turned on, especially since Matt didn’t immediately let me go to the bathroom and kept torturing my chest which you all know is a huge turn-on for me.

When I finally got him to let go (he laughed at me) I spent maybe twenty minutes in the bathroom cleaning myself out and when I opened the bathroom door he was standing outside it, hard, and sheathed, and holding his bottle of lube in one hand, eyes shining with … something dangerous.

He fucked me all over that hotel room, starting with bending me over the hotel sink so he lube me up and shove his whole length into me. He’d started in the bathroom just in case there was a mess, I think, but when it was obvious that there wasn’t, he really whacked me.He wasn’t unkind or too rough, but I got a good vigorous fucking, watching him take me from behind, reflected in the mirror, and then with a view of the city as he ploughed me in a similar position up against the hotel room window. (I wonder what housekeeping made of our handprints against the glass.

The whole time we were fucking Matt was grunting like he was lifting weights, and I felt his entire body slamming into me. It was hot.

We moved to the bed after that, first me bending over the edge, then on the bed in doggy, then on my side on the bed with one leg up so he could get in, but that wasn’t deep enough for him so he put me on my back and plunged into me with my legs spread wide.

Surprisingly, I managed to get hard, and he stroked my erection when I changed position to kneeling on the bed leaning against the headboard while half-sitting back and riding onto his cock while he was behind me. I nearly blew my load right then, but I didn’t really want to get my cum on his pillows, so I got him to stop. We changed positions again, with me face down, my body flat on the bed, my head turned to one side, and he was sort of in a pushup position fucking me quite vigorously.

Matt wanted to see my face when he finally came, so I wound up on the edge of the bed, on my back, with my legs up on his shoulders as he leaned forward in a half-plank and really gave it to me. He slowed down a little and changed position to jack me off while he fucked me - I wanted to jack myself off, or play with my nipples, but my thighs were pushed up into the air and my hands were spread out on the bed bracing myself, and I was completely at his mercy.

It did feel really good, although my ass was aching from all the fucking. To be honest, it probably didn’t take more than about a half-hour, forty-five minutes or so, but it was very intense, and when Matt asked me if I was ready to cum, I said yes. I wasn’t really in control, which was unusual, and he fucked me and jerked my dick, and I whispered that I was going to cum and he pulled back my foreskin and that set me off, and I spurted and spurted a big sticky load across my own body, up to my nipples, maybe five, six shots. He kept going on a few more thrusts and then pulled out and tugged off his condom, and then stroked himself once (I remember that very clearly) and shot his own five or six squirts on me, leaving my chest and abs covered in our juices.

He walked over to the bathroom, and came back wiping the sweat off his body with a towel, and then used it to clean off his cock and balls, and then lay on his side on the bed next to me and wiped me clean, too.

He tossed the towel off to the floor, and leaned forward to kiss me, and then we snuggled for a few minutes before I went to shower. He didn’t join me, but took his turn after I was done, and then we went downstairs. I stood with him while he had a smoke in the outside smoking area, and then I called a cab and went home.

My ass is still … well, not burning or aching, fortunately, but I definitely feel that it got a good ramming.

I was playing on the apps, chatting to the right people and deleting messages from the wrong ones, when I saw his profile. A little conversation later and we’d set up a meeting - he seemed relieved to have found exactly what he wanted.

Won’t say his name (let’s call him Pex), but what attracted me to his photo was his chest, specifically his big dark nipples and fair smooth skin. When we exchanged photos I was surprised to see how handsome he was - mixed Chinese/Malay guy in his twenties, longish curly hair - and he looked exactly like his photos when he turned up at my doorstep a little after the arranged time. He had trouble getting public transport, so he was a little sweaty: no surprise, really, since he was wearing a long-sleeved grey cotton top and maroon shorts.

The shorts showed off his thick thighs and well-formed calves, which were a little hairy. I got him to come into my condo and after I shut the door, I admired the view. He had the body of a serious bodybuilder, or a fitness model, shoulders looking broad because of the muscle, and his tight top didn’t hide his bulging arms or massive pecs.

He had a nice bubble butt, and even though he had well-developed legs, it wasn’t big. Pex noticed me looking, and flexed for me, showing off his front and back. I suggested that he take off his clothes and relax, enjoy the cool aircon, and let me do my work.

During our chat, after I complimented his chest, he’d told me that he had sensitive tits, and that he enjoyed gentle nipple play - wouldn’t mind some of that and some oral, and if I needed to, he would let me fuck him. Sounded good to me.

He stripped off his top and his shorts, and I saw that he was wearing only a pair of skimpy white briefs underneath. I took him to the living room, dialled the lights down low, sat next to him and leaned over. He pulled me in for a kiss - good kisser, lots of tongue - and then I started to service him. I started with my hands, touching and feeling his pecs. He had a flat, lean stomach, which only made his chest look even bigger. His fair skin made his large nipples look even more appealing, and when I licked one with my tongue, I could taste his fresh sweat.

I took my time, working exclusively on his nipples, first one, and then the other, just licking to begin with. I explored his chest with my tongue, licking his pecs clean, and circling his nipples with the tip of my tongue till they got nice and firm. He had big nubs, and he moaned appreciatively, softly, when I took one between my lips and sucked on it. I did that for a while, enjoying the soft moans and gasps, and then moved to the other one. I made sure to keep up the stimulation, flicking one with my finger as I sucked the other one. Pex lay back, relaxing into the feeling or flooded with sensation.

He gasped and lifted a little off the couch when I opened my mouth and took as much of his chest into it as I could, running my tongue over and around his nub, and then breathed heavily while I licked and sucked it. Before I could move to the other one, he lifted his arm on that side, and using his other hand, urged me into his smooth hairless pit. I could smell him more: fragrant and a little musky, but I licked and nuzzled his open armpit, and he moaned a little more. I lifted my head out, and he smiled at me.

“See how hard you make me?” he said, and I looked down to see that he had a sizeable bulge in his underwear (his cock was parked downwards) and a huge wet spot.

I smiled back, saying nothing, but leaned over further to put my lips on his other nipple. Repeated the action from before, his nipple and some of his chest in my mouth, and when he reached for his crotch I pushed his hand away. I don’t want anyone else playing with my toys.

I lifted his other arm and pulled it toward me, and he got the message, letting me lean back against the couch and climbing up to press his armpit into my face. As I licked it, I ran my hand up his muscular arm, feeling how tense and taut it was because he was using it to brace against the sofa, and then down his side. Guess Pex was ticklish, because he moved away from my hand, and laughed. I looked up at him, and he smiled (such a gorgeous smile) and bent down to kiss me.

I couldn’t resist, and I put my arms around him. He leaned down on me and I slipped to one side, so that we were lying on the sofa, with him lying on top of me. I could feel him, hard against me, even through my clothes. We kissed for a while, that way, and then he lifted himself off me. I hooked my hands into the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down. His cut cock looked good, hard and firm, the head shiny and wet with precum, smaller at the tip and widening down the shaft till it was thick at the base. He climbed off me, and took his underwear off, letting out a pair of fairly large, loose balls, and I noticed that he was completely smooth, no trace of hair.

I moved a bit along the sofa, so that my head was resting against the armrest. He climbed back on me, straddling my chest, and pushed his cock towards my lips. I took it in, and let him facefuck me, slowly, moving his hips to slide his dick in and out of my mouth, almost all the way, the full length of it, as he hissed with pleasure, his balls swinging against my chin as he did so. I slobbered on his cock, a softly wet blow job, slurping as he pumped into and out of my mouth. I ran my hands up the back of his firm, muscular thighs, soft as silk but hard under my fingers. He went a little faster, shorter strokes this time, and I breathed through my nose, and when I looked up, I saw that he was fingering his big nipples on his large rounded pecs as he moved.

He started to moan, and then looked down at me.

“You okay to swallow right?” Pex said, and when I nodded, he went a little faster still. I realised that this guy was being completely selfish - he was fucking my mouth like it was a hot ass. I wondered whether he’d live up to his end of the bargain, because I was rock hard in my shorts, and ready to fuck him once he’d gotten off. I grabbed onto his ass cheeks with both hands, and as he thrust into me, I spread his cheeks, and gingerly fingered his hole, running my fingers across (I could feel) his smooth, hairless pucker. That seemed to turn him on, and he got louder.

He moved, more and more urgently, until finally with a louder groan he unloaded - I could feel his cock pulsing against my lips as he pumped out a nice warm load, straight down my waiting throat. I swallowed, taking it all in. I do like sucking cock, after all.

He pulled out, and I let him go, and he climbed off me. I got off the sofa, and stripped off my own t-shirt and shorts. I was fully hard, and when I let it out, my cock was pointing up, my foreskin retracted a little bit. He was watching me, and looked unsure of what to do. I knew what I wanted, though, and pushed him back so that he sat on the sofa. I knelt between his legs, and lifted his semi-hard dick so that I could get to his balls. His sac was soft and smooth under my tongue, and when I sucked on his balls, it got tight and pulled up. From my finger action earlier, I figured he would enjoy getting rimmed, and when I licked down from his ballsack towards his hole, he lifted his legs and let out a soft moan.

His rosebud was fully exposed, pink and pretty against his fair skin. As I expected, he was also smooth back here. I put my hands against his asscheeks, helping to hold him up. When I put my tongue flat against his hole, I felt a shudder go through him, and he moaned even louder. I rimmed him thoroughly, licking around and across his asshole, kissing it, and sticking my tongue into it. He tried to stay still, but he obviously enjoyed it, writhing and moving as I ate him out: tasty.

When I stopped, and looked up, I saw that he was hard again. His hands were up against his chest - probably playing with his nipples again. He looked shyly down at me.

“Please,” Pex said, “Fuck me, can?”

So much for “you can fuck me if you want” - this guy was horny and ready for it.

I stood up, and presented my erection to him.

“You gotta suck it first,” I said.

He sat up, and leaned forward, but before he could take my cock into my mouth, I pulled it up and exposed my balls, which were hanging down loose.

“Lick my balls,” I said, and he obediently stuck out his tongue. I let him lick me, and then without prompting he sucked on my balls, one first, then the other.

When he let them go, I turned around. I felt his hands on my ass, kneading and squeezing my cheeks before he spread them open. He rimmed me, doing to me what I had done to him before, tonguing my hole, licking it. I didn’t let him do that for too long before I straightened up and turned around.

This time I did let him suck on my cock, although I didn’t face fuck him, let him do all the work.

“Get me nice and wet,” I said, and he did, licking up and down the shaft, sucking me down with little difficulty (he had a good angle) and his mouth felt good on me. I patted his cheek and he let got of my dick.

I stepped over to the side table and got a condom and ripped it open. He had lubed up my cock well, and I pulled back my foreskin and let it rest against the edge of my dickhead, rubbing some of my precum over it before I rolled on the condom and checked to make sure it was securely on before getting some lube. Pex leaned back against the sofa, and had put his legs down, but I got him to pull them up again, and he held on to the outside of his thighs, once again exposing his hole. I dribbled some lube on him, and then lubed myself up. I smacked my dick gently against his hole, watching as it twitched and winked at me. He had a hungry hole. I bent my knees a bit, and pushed my cock downwards.

I rubbed my dickhead against his asshole, and it pulsed at me some more.

“You want this?” I said. After he let me worship his (admittedly fine) body and fucked my face earlier, I thought it worthwhile to turn the tables.

He made the cutest face, and nodded.

I grabbed his cock with one hand, and stroked it. He gasped.

“You sure?” I said.

“Yes,” he said, understanding that I wanted to hear him say it.

I rubbed against his hole again, finding the opening. I put the tip in, against his pucker.

“Say it again,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he said, and as I stroked his cock with one hand, I used the other to push forward into him. Not much, only a little, but he gasped.

I let go of his dick, and smacked his ass with my open palm. He gasped again.

“Push out,” I said, “Like you’re going to shit.”

As he did so, I pushed in, fairly easily, but he moaned and whimpered like I was raping him. Then I hit his ring, and since he was already making so much noise, I decided not to give him a chance.

I pushed against him, hard, forcing my way in, and he groaned.

“Fuck me,” he managed to say, so I knew I wasn’t killing him, “FUUUCK, so big, FUCK, fuck”.

He was tight, but not unmanageably so, and I pulled out to let him catch a breath before I pushed in again. I did that a few times, going in a little further each time, till he was stretched open enough that I could move more smoothly, in and out, not too roughly, a nice slow pump.

The position wasn’t ideal, though, so I pulled out, and got Pex to move to the chaise, so that I could kneel with his legs over my thighs, and fuck up and forward into him. Less room to move this time, but I managed to get back to a steady pumping rhythm, and then I leaned forward, ignoring his soft moans, and put my hands on his big nubs. Rubbing them with my thumbs seemed to send him into spasms of ecstasy, and I bent forward to kiss him, feeling him twist and move under me as we locked lips.

When I straightened up, he surprised me by asking me to fuck him harder, so I got him to stand up and bend over the chaise, braced on his hands, so that I could enter him from behind. I leaned over, my chest against his back, slowly fucking him while I played with his nipples, which seemed swollen under my fingertips. I knew they were sensitive, but when I pinched one, he groaned appreciatively, and I pinched them both, firmly, and gave them a twist, which made him buck against me.

“More,” he said, and I continued torturing his tits, staying still as he fucked himself on me. He moaned in frustration, and I decided to put him out of his misery - I let go of his chest, and straightened up, put my hands on his waist, and really went at it, hammer-fucking him, ramming into his ass. He grunted and groaned, breathing heavily, and used one free hand to play with his cock while I pummelled his ass. It didn’t take long for him to cum (a second time) and when I felt his ass pulsing around my cock, I rode the feeling and unloaded myself, squirting into the condom that I was wearing, thrusting hard, slapping into Pex’s bottom.

Pex straightened up when I pulled out, and when he turned to face me, I pulled off my condom, held it in one hand and put my free hand on his shoulder. He knelt, and sucked me clean, my hand tangled in his hair and then I held his head still and fucked his face, moving from the hips.

I let him go, and he released my dick. He looked up at me, and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Nice?” I said, and he nodded and smiled up at me again.

I got rid of the condom, and took him into the shower. He was one of those guys who got all cuddly after a fuck, and we held each other under the cool spray from the rain shower and kissed.

I noticed that he was hard (again!) when we finished, and asked if he wanted some help. He nodded, and he leaned back against me, with my fingers up his ass at first, my other hand jacking him off. That went for a while, guess the third cum was a long time coming. I let go and let him jerk himself off while I fingerfucked him with one hand (although he was pushing back enough that it was like he was fucking himself onto my fingers) and pinched and twisted a nipple with the other, and that set him off, and he cried out and bucked his hips and dribbled another load onto my bathroom floor.

I’d gotten home from the gym and lunch on Saturday when I got a message from JW (not his real name). He said he was nearby and had some time to kill - asked what I was up to. He said he could use a drink and some company.

I was feeling cute (haha, might delete later) mainly because I was pumped up from the gym, so I asked him to come over. He said ok, so I busied myself tidying up the house (my clean laundry needed to be folded). I had How I Met Your Mother on my big screen tv when the intercom sounded. I buzzed him in, and opened the front door and gate, and put my folded clothes away.

You’ll remember this guy, the 24-year-old army regular from Starting Slow. He says he’s bi, which is fine with me, since we still manage to have fun together. I call him Sergeant, since that’s what his men call him. He’s very fit because of his job (which includes some kind of physical training) and he’s so horny and active that he makes me feel like an old man, even though I’m only a few years older.

I enjoy having sex with him because he’s enthusiastic and because he’s flex. Not that I always need to get a dick in my ass, but it’s good to have the option. He also sometimes takes charge, and that’s a good change for me. I think I’m only a distraction until he gets a girlfriend, which is good since I don’t want any attachments anyway.

He was casually dressed when he came to the door, a navy gym tank top with big scoops at the neck and arms and some words on the front, over baggy basketball shorts. No sign of a tent in his shorts, but I could be patient. I got a couple glimpses of his pecs. He stepped out of his flip flops and into the house.

His short-cropped hair looked a little wet. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, shining from behind his round glasses. and I saw some sweat beading on his forehead and his exposed (and muscular) shoulders. He was perfectly tanned, whether from work or on his own I wasn’t sure, not too dark, an almost-golden brown.

“Beer me!” he said, so we went to the kitchen after I shut and locked the door. I didn’t have anything special in the fridge, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before taking the can of Carlsberg from me. He threw it back, draining the whole can in one swig.

“Hot outside, huh?” I said. I got him another beer; and we plonked ourselves down on the sofa - the comedy was still going. Sergeant leaned against me: so warm, good thing I had the aircon going. He slipped his hand down to my crotch, and massaged my soft dick through my shorts, and when I turned my head to face him, he kissed me on the lips, no tongue, just a soft peck.

“C‘mon man, I want some fun,” he said.

“What’s the rush?”

“I gotta be somewhere later,” he said.

“Hot date?”

“Maybe,” he said, and looked a bit shy.

“Dirty fucker,” I said, “Play with me first then go see some girl.”

“No, lah - going to help my junior with some project.”

“Oh, so you won’t get anything from her so you come here.” I couldn’t help teasing him.

Sergeant stood up, put down his beer, fished his wallet and car keys out of his pockets, took off his glasses and came back to kneel next to me on the sofa. He lifted his shirt, showing off his smooth chest, and pulled it off over the top of his head.

He has a tattoo across the top, a word, but the best part for me are the darker brown discs in the middle of his mounded pecs. Big nipples, but not big nubs, and his were fully erect.

He grabbed his junk, so it was outlined in the fabric of his shorts. He wasn’t fully hard, but as he wagged it up and down with his hand I could see his dick flopping inside the cloth.

“How about a quick blowjob?” he said.

I cupped my own cock and balls, not as aroused as him but well on the way.

“Sure, if I get one first,” I said.

“Ok, can,” he said, letting go of his crotch and bending over, “But fast one, ok?”

I hooked my thumb in the waistband of my shorts, and pulled it down, exposing my genitalia. I tucked it behind and under my balls, and the elastic pushed up my nuts and cock.

My balls were still fairly loose, and Sergeant wrapped his hand around them, so that they were on top of his grip, my two eggs stretching the skin of my ball sack smooth. He licked them a couple of times, then pulled his fist away from my body, stretching me out. It ached, but felt good, and my cock twitched.

“You like that, huh?” he said.

He engulfed my cock in his mouth, going all the way down till his lips were brushing my trimmed pubes. He sucked, and tugged my balls - I could feel myself getting harder in his soft, wet, warm mouth. I was breathing heavily, and when he used his other hand to push up my t-shirt and finger my nipple, I gave an involuntary gasp.

He moved his head up and down, playing with my chest at the same time, and I reached out with the hand closest to him and returned the favour, fingering his tit. My other hand was busy playing with my other pec, so I was really getting turned on: both my nipples sending me sensations, a warm mouth stimulating my cock, and a gentle dull ache from the tension on my nuts.

He let them go, and the relief almost made me cum. I pushed his head gently off my dick, and he turned to me with a questioning look on his face.

“Too close, Sergeant,” I said, “Permission to suck you?”

He grinned. I took that as a yes.

My t-shirt was already halfway up my body from when he had played with my nipples, and he pulled it and together we got it off over my head. I motioned to take off my shorts, but he stopped me. He put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me - obviously had something in mind. I let him.

He climbed off the sofa, dropped his own long shorts (he was going commando, I noticed) and got me to lie down along the sofa, considerately taking care to put my head on the padded arm. Then he straddled my head, his knees on either side of my neck, his dick and his balls right above me.

His junk was the fairest part of him. I could see the few thin long hairs on his nutsack, which was pink and pulled up, and the a few curly hairs of his sparse pubic bush stuck out over his hard rod. He was, I think, fully hard, his foreskin retracted a bit, a drop of clear precum already forming at the slit. He’s about seven inches - bigger than me. His cock is almost military - an pale colour, perfectly straight and evenly thick from base to tip, and even the flange of his cockhead was almost the same width as his shaft.

“Ready to suck?” he said, pushing his dick down from its upward erect position until it rested on my bottom lip. The precum dripped down to where my lips met, and I darted out my tongue to taste it, and then opened my mouth. He put his cock on my tongue; I felt his foreskin retract over the head as he pushed ever so slowly into my mouth.

He was in, all the way, and his balls sort of at my chin. I was enjoying this mouthful of man. I could smell him, too - not unpleasant, but definitely a bit of sweat and man musk. I sucked on him, although I’m not sure what effect it had - his head was lodged at the back of my throat, stretching it. I was doing my best to control my gag reflex, and it’s a good thing I had lots of practice.

I looked up and he was looking down at me, with a small half-smile.

“I want to fuck your face,” he said. I wasn’t sure he was asking for permission, but I did my best to nod, with the tip of his hard rod pressing against my throat. He leaned forward, and I felt my mouth empty. Not all the way: I did my best to keep his dick in my mouth. He adjusted his position, one hand on the armrest of the sofa by my head, and then he started thrusting, into and out of my mouth using his hips.. I couldn't move my head away, because it was pressed against the armrest, and I concentrated on keeping up a steady suction. Sergeant was kind - he was thrusting hard, but not too deeply. I concentrated on breathing evenly, and also found that I was producing a lot of saliva, a trail of drool going down my chin. Above my head, I could hear him quietly grunting, as he ploughed my face. I couldn't see him and as far as I knew, I was only a warm hole for him to fuck.

I put my hands up, and found his legs. I felt the muscles in his thighs, and slid my hands up, till I could feel his firm ass as it moved. I could hear and feel him becoming more intense - his grunts got louder and faster, mirroring the increasing pace of his dick in my mouth. On a whim, I slipped a finger in his crack and fingered his asshole. I don't think he was expecting that, because he suddenly stopped moving, let out a moan of release, and then I felt and tasted his cum as he unloaded in the back of my mouth. My own cock was hard and quivering. Being used was surprisingly arousing.

Sergeant got his dick out of my mouth, climbed off and I sat up. He came up to me and spontaneously kissed me on the mouth. I reached up to cup his pecs.

“That was damn good!” he said, “Did you swallow? Sorry, I didn’t …” and then he seemed to notice that he was babbling. I didn’t mind - I liked how excited and enthusiastic he was. He also seemed to notice that I was fondling his chest.

“Hey, you really like my -“ he paused mid-sentence as a soft moan rose from the back of his throat. My fingers circling his nipples must have had some effect. His hand wandered down between my legs and grabbed my dick. I didn’t want his hand down there - I wanted his mouth. (Ok, actually I wanted to fuck him, but I try not to pressure people who’ve made it clear what they want.)

I put my hand behind his head and pulled it toward my crotch, and that did the trick. I was kneeling on the sofa, on one side, facing the centre, and he sat facing me, one leg curled under him, and bent down to give my dick some attention. He held my balls (which were pulled up tighter now) and used them to guide my dick into his mouth. He gave me an intense slobbery blow job, pumping his head up and down on my cockhead and shaft with nearly the same speed and intensity that he’d fucked my face earlier. I guess I was more turned on than I thought, and it didn’t take long to bring me to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, giving him time to react if he didn’t want to swallow, but he didn’t stop, made some satisfied mmmm-ing sounds and brought me to a solid orgasm, my hips bucking involuntarily a couple of times as I emptied my balls. He sucked me a little more after that (feels so good, my dick is so sensitive after cumming) and then sat up, giving me another smile. He snuck out his tongue to lick a little glob of jizz that had escaped to the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, ok if I shower before going off?” Sergeant said. No problem there, my guest bathroom is always ready with spare towels and soap and toiletries. He went off while I cleaned up the sofa - quick spray and wipe with disinfectant and another with furniture spray and I was good. I also tidied up, threw away the empty beer cans. When I finished, he came out of the shower, and pulled on his shorts and singlet.

It’s not a big secret, only a little one. Guys love getting their cock sucked, and these days, a lot of straight guys aren’t so straight that they’ll turn down an offer to get their cocks sucked.

It helps if you’re a straight-acting in-shape early-thirties Straits-born Chinese guy with a slightly above average looks, I guess. I’m pretty brave when it comes to asking to give a guy a blowjob, especially when I’m horny.

Oh, sure, I’m careful - keep a smile on my face, don’t get crazy with touching him, stay nice and casual, and walk away if it doesn’t work out.

I got lucky tonight. Changing trains in the west, on the way home from a late client meeting, and decided to stop for a meal at Jurong East. Was crossing from Jem to Westgate on the ground floor afterwards and spotted this hot Malay hunk, pretty fair, having a smoke in the space in between. He was fucking hot stuff, broad shoulders, small waist, tight black tee that showed off his huge arms as he held his motorcycle helmet.

Sat next to him on a bench, got talking and asked if he wanted a blow. He didn’t even hesitate and we made our way to a quiet staircase on the far side of Big Box. I let him put down his helmet and undo his jeans, and watched his dick flop out.

Beautiful clean cut cock, great light brown color with a light pink head. Not big, not huge, just average. I squatted on the ground, resting my knees on the bottom step, and he was up one step. I opened my mouth, and took in his soft cock. It stiffened, slowly, as I sucked gently on it. I could smell him, a strong but not unpleasant manly musky smell, mostly from his pubes. I guess it was a long day.

I felt him stiffen and grow as I sucked on him. I leaned back to unzip my pants so I could free my own rod, and noticed that he’d pulled off his tight black tee and hung it on the stair rail. Shit, he had a hot bod. What made it hotter (and made me even harder) was that he was fondling his nipples - large brown discs on his big pecs.

I leaned forward and pushed down the elastic of his undies. I licked his balls once I had got them out, and he half-grunted, half-moaned. I moved up to swallow his cock again - it was now a decent size, blunt head red, exactly as thick as the shaft. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, faster and faster. Just as I was going to stop to give him a break, I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down till I was all the way down on his manhood.

I felt it pushing at the back of my mouth, against the opening of my throat. I didn’t gag on it, but having him force me to take it was a turn on. I jacked myself faster, from the excitement, and then his cock pulsed in my mouth and he pumped his warm load straight down my throat. I couldn’t do anything except swallow swallow and keep swallowing as he unloaded. Such a thrill that I also came at the same time.

I don’t usually engage in extended foreplay. I prefer having a willing, familiar partner who knows my patterns, who comes in, maybe sucks me off, gets me hard, and then offers up his ass for me to fuck. Fortunately, there are guys who like it like that, so both sides are happy.

The guy I met on Grindr was not that type. When we chatted, he mentioned that he liked lots of foreplay and cuddling. Not my usual kind of action, but he was hot, muscular in a meaty sort of way, with a big ass: thicc, I think you’d say. I arranged to meet up with him after work at a coffee shop near the MRT station, and sent him a face pic. I was hoping that he wouldn’t stand me up.

He was actually there before me, and we talked for a while, had some kopi and then we walked back to my condo. It’s quite a long walk, so we got to talk a little more along the way.

He was younger than I, freshly graduated (he said) and working his first job. He looked good, small eyes, floppy bleached hair, silver-framed glasses on a fairly handsome, boyish face. If I hadn’t seen him in business clothes, I would have thought he was still an undergrad. But those business clothes suited him - his tailored pants outlined his round ass very nicely, and his broad shoulders and big chest bulged against his business shirt, and he had a smaller waist than I expected: made his ass look even bigger. I couldn’t wait.

I admit that he got me horny.

We rode up to my apartment in comfortable silence, and when we got in, I locked the door behind us, and put my bag down. He did the same, and followed me into the kitchen, where I got us some water to drink. I offered something stronger, but he declined. We finished our water, and I put my glass in the sink.

“So,” Dion said (not his real name), putting down his empty glass “How do we start?”

I was horny, so I boldly stepped forward, and he didn’t flinch. I put an arm around him, and then another, and he hugged me back. We kissed, slowly, just lips on lips at first, and then more aggressively. We pushed our bodies against each other as we kissed and I could feel his hard-on pressing against mine.

After a while, I pulled away from him, but because I was still horny, I pushed him back against the kitchen counter, and got to my knees. He seemed a bit uncertain, but he got the message when I unbuckled his belt.

“Hey, I’ve been at work the whole day,” he said, but he helped me to undo his pants.

“That’s okay,” I said.

The bulge in his underwear was even more impressive up close, and I could smell the sharp tang of dried urine and a slightly musk, too. I pulled down the waistband, and a was pleasantly surprised at what popped out. His uncut cock was firm and fleshy, just like him, about the same shade as the parts of his body I could see, with a slight pinkish hue. Not pornstar huge, but a good size, thick through the shaft and tapering at the head.

I left his balls in, but I sucked on his cock. He made a soft noise, as I took him in my mouth. He was the right thickness, comfortable to suck, substantial.

I had a little fun, and stood up after, and he surprised me by pulling me in for some more kissing. It felt like he was using his tongue to clean the taste of him out of my mouth.

I asked if he wanted to shower, together, or separately, and he said he preferred to shower alone. He wanted to reply to some email first, so I set him up at the dining table and then went for a shower, taking the time to clean myself up … and clean myself out, if you know what I mean. Even now I’m not sure why: I was planning to fuck him, not get fucked.

I came out, wrapped in a towel. He was finished with his work, and was browsing Facebook (I think, I only got a glimpse before he shut down). I handed him a towel and showed him where everything was - he brought his bag into the guest bathroom with him. I wondered if he had a douche inside there or something, or whether he didn’t want me to snoop around. He left his laptop outside, though.

None of my business, really.

He came out looking fresh, without his glasses, and I got my first look at his body. He was broad through the chest and shoulders, arms not huge and muscular, but he did have a nice big chest. Large pale brown nipples, too, a little pinkish like his cock. No visible abs, but a flat stomach, which explained the small waist. Seeing him like that made me harder, even though I had softened while waiting for him to finish in the shower.

I led him down the corridor to the guest bedroom. We hung up our towels in the empty wardrobe, and I put my basket of supplies on the bedside table. He was half-hard, and had neatly trimmed pubes. I turned off the lights, got into bed, and he got in beside me, and after some initial hesitation we got to it.

We foreplayed for a long time, mostly kissing and hugging at first. We explored each other’s bodies with our hands as we kissed. He was smooth, and good to touch. We both got hard, and had fun jerking each other as our bodies tangled.

He was the first to step things up, pushing me flat on my back, and then bending over me from one side to pay attention to my body. He went straight for my nipples, licking and sucking first one and then the other. I bent the leg closest to him, and he rested his cock and balls against it, grinding against me. It felt so good, even though he was gentle and I usually like it rough. He used his tongue to lick around the edges of my pecs, and sucked hard on my tits, and by then I was at full mast. He held my cock in one hand, and I bumped his junk with my leg, and then he was moaning softly.

He shifted position away from my body, and bent further down to worship my cock and balls - I spread my legs open wide to give him more access. He didn’t go for my cock straight away, strokes it slowly while he gently tongues my sack. Instead of taking my balls into his mouth, he sucked on them, both of them, half in and half out of his mouth. I breathed heavily, and pushed his hand away from my dick, because I felt that I was too close. He laughed.

“Good, huh?” Dion said. It did feel good. It felt even better when he lifted one leg to get access to my ass, and rimmed me out thoroughly, stabbing my hole with his tongue, kissing around my hole, washing it with his lips and mouth and tongue. I was glad I’d taken the precaution of cleaning up.

He stopped and sat up next to me - I sat up, too, and moved him over to the middle of the bed so that he was on his back. I climbed over him, straddling him on my knees, my balls on his body, and started another round of kissing. I felt his hard dick behind me, feeling the occasional tap as it moved against my body. I moved my mouth down, taking one of his large nipples into my mouth. I closed my lips over it, tickled the nub with my tongue, and then enjoyed Dion’s loud intake of breath when I bit gently on it. That turned into a moan when I bit down harder, and then he whimpered when I pulled it gently away from his body.

I pinched his other nipple, and slapped his pec, and let go of the nipple I was biting.

“Good, huh?” I said, mimicking him, and he reached up to guide my head to his other nipple. I gave it the same treatment, this time tugging it away from his body for longer, letting him whimper for a while. When I let go, he was breathing heavily, almost panting.

“My nipples are on fire,” he said, so I massaged them with my hands, looking down at him as he met my eyes. I pushed one arm so that it was above his head, looked down at the thin bush of wiry hairs, and bent down to lick it.

Dion went wild, moaning loudly as I nuzzled his pit, writhing back and forth as I tongued it.

“What the- WHAT the-“ he said, in between moans. I guess he’d never had his pits worshipped before.

I moved to the other side, did the same thing, and his reaction was even stronger, Dion gasping and moaning and writhing, and I could feel his hips bucking under and behind me, his dick tracing patterns against my back.

I don’t know whether it was because I was horny, or because he’d done such a good job of rimming me out earlier, but I was very turned on by this. I didn’t even ask, just reached for my supplies and got a condom and some lube. I slid forward, till my hard cock was close to his face, and my knees were up against his exposed pits. He took the hint, and bent his arms to put my cock in his mouth (fuck, it felt good) and sucked on me while I ripped open the condom. I surprised him, this time, by turning around and rolling the condom on his hard dick (not the easiest thing to do from my position) and he took his mouth off my cock.

“Wait, I’m not a top,” he said, but by then I was lubing up his dick, and reaching behind me to lube my hole.

“Let me ride you,” I said, “I’ll do all the work,” and he nodded. I sat up a bit, moved down his body, put the bottle of lube down on the bed, and reached behind me again. I found his cock with my fingers, raised myself off his body, and guided it till it was resting against my lubed hole. I sat back down, feeling it force its way into me, ignoring the burn as I used my body weight to push myself down on it, impaling myself on his erection, till it was all the way in.

“How’s that?” I said, and I could tell from the glazed look in his eyes that he was liking it.

“Yeah, ok,” was all that he managed to say, and then I was moving, rising and falling on him, moving back and forth, feeling his meat sliding inside me. I’d gone soft, as usual, but I could feel every tiny motion of his cock in my ass, and it felt good. After a while, I found the right rhythm and the right position, and I felt pleasure spreading through me as his dick rubbed against my prostate. True to my word, I did all the work, riding him as I watched his face, grunting with the effort. I clawed at his pits with my hands, and that set him off, his hips bucking against me as I moved, too, driving even more sensation through me, and I found myself making gasping, wordless animal noises. Dion wasn’t making any noise, his mouth soundlessly open as he let me ride him. After a while, I could feel the tide of my cum rising inside me, and I stopped. Dion looked up at me, meeting my eyes. He spoke first, before I could say anything.

“Can I try something?” he said. I nodded, not sure what he wanted to do.

He pushed me, and I climbed off him, and he guided me into position on the bed, lying on my back. He knelt on the bed, lifted my legs, well, I lifted them, really, and then he spread them and speared me, clumsily, with his cock.

Fucker was a beast, thrust into me hard and fast, ripping me almost in two with his tool, pounding me like a piece of meat. He bent over me and presented a pit for me to lick, and that made him drive into me even harder. Both of us moaned and groaned, and it took real concentration for me to continue licking his armpit as he ploughed my ass. He was going too fast and hard, and he wasn’t hitting my spot, but I didn’t mind too much - it sort of felt good to be used by this meaty muscle man. It didn’t take long for him to finish: he pulled out, pulled off his condom, just in time to spray me with his thin, watery load. It was a big one, though, and he squirted on to me many times, grunting each time. He jacked his cock, milking out the last dribbles of his load, and shook it off.

“Whoo, thanks,” he said, “I’ve never done that before.”

He was going to climb off the bed, and I stopped him.

“My turn,” I said.

He thought about it for a while, and then beamed at me, nodding.

“You better clean me up and get me hard,” I said.

I guessed from the look on his face that he hadn’t done this before, either, but there’s a first time for everything. I tousled his hair while he licked his cum off my body (good boy!) and I guided him down to my dick. He sucked and licked it, and I got hard in his mouth. When he let go, he gave me another cheeky smile.

“Looks like you’re ready,” he said.

I got off the bed, took the used condom from where he’d left it on the bedside table and threw it into the small wastepaper basket I’d place in the room for exactly this purpose. I maneuvered Dion into position, face down on the bed, his legs together. I got another condom from the basket, took the bottle of lube from the side of the bed, and gloved myself up before squirting some lube on my fingers. Dion’s butt cheeks were pressed together, and I pushed my fingers between them to lube up his hole. He moaned a little when I touched his bud, and then moaned more when I pushed in, first one finger and then two. I got three in and figured he was open enough.

I got into position, on my toes with my feet spread apart, one hand braced against the bed beside Dion’s body, in a plank position, and then I made Dion moan again when I used my free hand to guide my dick to his crack, and sank it into his hole. It was like a reverse of me impaling myself on him, this time I was spearing him from above. I went down till I was fully in, meeting some resistance but forcing myself past his ring. He was tight, good and tight and I took things slowly at first. Dion moaned into the bed as I took him from above, and after a while, I decided that I needed more room. I got him to get up on all fours, and then I fucked him from behind, moving more freely, giving him longer, deeper strokes. When I crouched over his body and reached under, I found that he was hard again, which was my cue to speed up.

I was moving in a steady pace when Dion stopped moaning, and all I heard was throaty groaning in time to my thrusts.

“You ok?” I asked, although I didn’t slow down or stop.

“Yeah, there, like that,” he gasped out, between groans, and I figured I was hitting his prostate just right. I straightened up, with my hands on his waist, and fucked him harder, making his big butt bounce as I pounded against it. Dion lifted a hand to touch himself, masturbating as I continued. The combination of the sight of me pumping this big round ass, and the sounds that Dion was making turned me on even more, and when I felt myself getting closer to cumming, I didn’t slow down, just gave in to the feeling and went faster. I knew this position was working for Dion because moments before I came, I heard Dion’s groaning turn into sharp grunts and I felt him contract around me - I guessed he was cumming. I came, too, moaning loudly, pounding out my load into his fleshy bum, filling up the condom I was wearing, continuing a couple of thrusts beyond, letting his tight hole milk me out.

I pulled out of him (what a sound!) and he rolled over: I saw that he had shot a second, smaller load when I’d fucked him.

“Wow,” he said, “That was hot.” I smiled at him, and climbed off the bed, getting rid of my used condom - looked like I had managed to pump out quite a lot of thick sticky cum. He climbed off, too, and we took our towels and went to the shower, together this time, to wash off the sweat and everything else. He got changed, put on his glasses, and took his bag, and I let him out.

“Maybe we can do this again?” he said.

Took a shortcut home through the housing estate on the way back from the shops and spotted this cutie smoking on a bench. I sat on the bench opposite to organise my shopping and he said hi.

His OCS t-shirt showed off his muscular arms quite well, and he was quite nicely tanned. Fit, in a lean muscular sort of way, and cute, like I said: glasses, short-cropped hair, very much the boy next door. A little young, but definitely within my taste range.

Long story short I did something I rarely (almost never) do - we went to a nearby block and went to the top storey of a stairwell for a quickie. Didn’t take too long, but when you have a couple of horny guys it sometimes doesn’t.

Mostly oral - he pulled up my t-shirt and tongued and licked my nipples and my chest while I groped him (I managed to pull out his dick and balls from one leg of his black shorts - it was uncut and slender: a good size, and his balls were small but hung low and loose in their sack) and then I continued to rub and finger his cock while he held up his singlet so I could lick the sweat off his chest.

He took off his running shoes and knelt down on them and gasped appreciatively when I pulled down my FBTs to release my dick, I guess because I was bigger and thicker than him. (Only a little above average, but maybe it looks bigger when it’s closer to your face?)

He pushed his glasses back firmly on his face and proceeded to I guess worship my junk. He basically gave me a tongue bath and sucked on my balls enthusiastically before engulfing my uncut member with his mouth and swirling his tongue around the head - he’d pulled back my foreskin while he was working my sweaty nuts, so my red dickhead was exposed before he sucked on it.

He was wanking himself quite quickly, his dick poking out of the leg of his shorts, while he blew me which was hot to watch. We were pretty silent - didn’t want to give the people in the flat at the top of the stairs a reason to come out, and I had an ear out for the sound of that door opening.

He made a soft moan and I saw him unload, a big watery load, many squirts, my dick still deep in his mouth - that was enough to set me off, and he obediently swallowed my own load as I pumped it down his throat. Good boy.

He stood up and slipped his shoes back on, and we tidied ourselves up. I grabbed my shopping (which I’d put on the landing) and we went back downstairs. Chatted a little more, exchanged numbers (he smoked another cigarette) and then we both headed off.

(CONTINUES)

“I want to see,” he said, so I got back in position, sitting up on the chaise, and he squatted over me, his knees spread wide, and slipped my dick back into him.

I put my hands up on his ass, and held him still as I fucked up into him, slowly but surely. Oh, how he moaned, but he got his own back by pulling on the chain once in a while. Not sure that was to his favour - every time I got another shot of adrenaline from the blast of sensation from my pecs, I would pump up faster for a few strokes.

It actually felt really good - I do enjoy fucking while clamped. I think he liked it, too, so we did that for a while, fast and slow and fast and slow, and then he started bouncing up and down on me, so I leaned back and enjoyed it. He controlled the pace, and kept his eyes locked on to mine as he rode me.

He shifted his weight and switched to a kneeling position, sliding back and forth more than up and down. I took my clamps off (FUCK THAT’S WORSE THAN PUTTING THEM ON) and passed them to JW. He stopped moving.

“How do I do it?” he said.

I gave him a few instructions, and got to watch while JW wet his fingers in his mouth, rubbed his nipples till they were nice and erect, and then placed the clamps on the fleshy part of his areola behind the nubs. To his credit, he didn’t do much more than bite his lip and grunt when each one went on.

He went back to riding me, and obediently put his arms up, when I asked him, his hands behind his head, exposing his pits. Looked so hot that I only let him ride me for a while before I decided I needed to fuck him properly.

Another position change, and he was lying flat on the chaise, his feet on the ground, his butt right at the edge, his nipples connected by a chain linking the clamps that were biting into them. I stood over him, and I was good and hard.

I bent over, and took off one clamp, and he yelped.

“I’m gonna pull the other one,” I said.

“Noooo … UHH,” he moaned when it came off.

I half-lay on top of him, rubbed his chest as we kissed, wet and sloppy. I moved my head down and starting sucking on one nipple while I played with his other pec roughly with a free hand. JW groaned, loudly.

“Fuck la,” he said. “I feel like you’re making me a woman.”

I lifted my head, and moved my hand down to cup his balls.

“Woman got balls, ah?” I said, and gave them a gentle squeeze - he grunted.

“No, but …”

I grabbed his dick (definitely hard again) and jacked him. I wondered if this was some sort of limit for him.

“Think you like it, buddy. So hard,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good,” he said.

“So what do you want?”

“I gotta say it, huh?”

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want,” I said. A bit manipulative, I guess, but better for him to say it than for me to rape him.

“Fuck,” he said.

I waited.

“Go on, fuck me.”

“What do your men call you, J——-?” I figured I’d better help him see it in a different light.

“Sergeant,” he said.

“Hands behind your head, sergeant, legs up. I’m gonna put these clamps on, and then you’re gonna get your ass hammered,” I said. “It’s gonna be rough; but you’ll take it like a man. If you do a good job, I’ll unload in your hole. How does that sound?”

JW made a sound in his throat.

“That sounds hot,” he said.

I got the clamps. JW breathed heavily watching me pick them up. I rubbed his chest, and then put them on, one at a time. He whimpered (yeah, putting them on again is worse than getting them on the first time) but then he lifted his legs, knees up to his chest, and held them up.

I bent my legs and slid into him - did a bit wiggle and got myself all the way in.

“Go hard,” JW said, “I can take it.”

He was a little looser than before, but still tight. I didn’t want to risk things, so I started fairly slow, and then sped up to a sort of medium pump, the kind of thrust I can keep up for a long time. JW let go of one leg and reached for his dick, but I pushed his hand away. I kept thrusting.

“Ready for more, fucker?” I said. I made a fist and put it against his abs.

“Yeah, man,” JW said, and I punched him. Not hard, but it was a good hit.

“Ah, fuck, cheebye!” JW said, and I sped up. He couldn’t speak, because he was grunting and moaning, and I pretty much hammered his ass, long strokes, pretty fast, hard thrust in. I was grunting too - topping is hard work.

I noticed after a while that he was saying “please … please … yeah …” in between his grunts and groans, and that was my cue. I kept up my punishing pace, but grabbed a hold of the chain and pulled - hard.

JW let out a loud yell and writhed. I felt him tighten around me, but that didn’t slow me down - instead, I grabbed his dick and jacked it. I only managed one downward stroke before he was yelling and writhing against and a watery load dribbled out down the outside of my hand.

I was really close, too, so I rammed a little more furiously and that was enough to bring me, so I slowed down and shot out my cum in a couple of strong hard thrusts.

I pulled out and moved quickly to the side of the chaise. He let go of his legs and put them down. I pulled JW’s face towards me, and then I took off my condom - wow, pretty full, but not surprising all things considered. He opened his mouth (good job, sergeant) and I surprised him by upending the rubber over it and squeezing out my load - thick and sticky! Before he could complain, I put in my cock, and be sucked on it eagerly, and I felt whatever part of my load was in my cock get sucked out. Getting sucked after you’ve just cum feels good - dick is still so sensitive.

I took the clamps off JW’s big nipples and he moaned while sucking me - I was worried that he would bite down - and I let him continue.

I turned to look for somewhere to dispose of the empty condom, and saw that JW had thoughtfully put the others to one side, in the supplies basket, so I added mine to the pile. After letting him clean off my dick, I withdrew, and he stood up. Both of us were stinky with sweat but that didn’t stop us from hugging and kissing a bit. I smacked his ass and sent him to the guest bathroom to shower.

I picked up all the junk (I’d have to top up the supplies basket later), turned off the air con, opened the doors to the balcony to let the room air out, cleaned up the furniture (spritz with disinfectant, wipe down with all purpose kitchen cleaner) and joined JW in the shower.

Getting cleaned up actually got me hard again, and JW sat on the toilet and blew me, sucking on my balls and playing with my dick while I played with my nipples, and then swallowed my second load when I unloaded, and did a good job sucking and cleaning me off. We dived back into the shower, and then when we were clean we got changed up and went out to dinner.

(CONTINUES)

I pushed his head down, between my knees, and he obediently sucked me till I was hard again. I was still glowing from being fucked, so once I got hard, I found I was pretty close to cumming.

He’d unloaded three times and I still hadn’t cum. My turn next. I stopped JW. I was going to get up and get a couple of towels, so we could dry off.

When I tried to sit up, he stopped me and reached for the basket of supplies. He did his little trick, ripping open a condom, and then he jerked my dick a couple of times (yeah, I was fully hard) and then rolled the condom on. He didn’t bother with lube, just moved to the foot of the chaise, facing away from me, and bent over. I lifted my head and could see that his hole was still wet - actually, his entire body was still wet, mostly with sweat, but I think he was still lubed up from before, some white foam around and on his rosebud.

He reached behind him, and grabbed my gloved rod, and positioned it at his entrance, and he squatted and sat back, forcing himself easily into my cock, sliding it into his wet, creamy hole. Fuck, it was hot to see.

It was even hotter hearing him moan, deep throaty sounds, as he squatfucked himself on me, knees bent, thrusting backwards. At an opportune moment I put my legs down, my feet flat on the floor, and then I could hear the splat-squelch sound of the edge of his ass cheeks slapping into my open thighs every time he thrust back.

Probably wasn’t a comfortable position, for him - although he’s very fit, maybe it was no problem. Wasn’t that great for me, either - my hard cock was pulled down and away from its natural angle.

“Get up,” I said, “Position change.”

JW obligingly got off my dick, and I got off the chaise. I thought to bend him over and take him from behind, like before, but he had other ideas.

Clearly JW was enjoying being in control. I didn’t mind. He got me to sit up on the chaise again, with my legs straight out in front of me, and then he straddled me again, facing me this time, sitting on my thighs, his balls sort of on mine. He pulled off my condom, and pressed our dicks together - he was already half-hard again - and jacked them. His fingers felt good wrapped around my dick, and his soft cock pressed against the underside of my rock-hard one.

He bent down and got another condom (actually, where was he putting the used condoms?) rolled it on me, and then got the lube and slicked me up. He lifted himself off my thighs, and moved up my body. He knelt on the chaise, his knees on either side of my torso, and sat back. I got to see him reach behind him, saw the look in his eyes as he positioned my dick and heard him exhale as he took me into him.

That was extraordinary.

Oh, sure, the feeling of my cock sinking into his tight, slippery hole was amazing, but good sex is also about what goes on in your mind, and seeing this tan soldierboy taking a seat on my hard dick was almost enough to make me bust there and then.

I had to control a lot when he started moving up and down, riding me like a horse, and moaning softly, not a lot of movement but enough to stimulate me. To distract myself, I whispered to him to stop moving, and then I reached up and stroked his pecs. He let out a particularly loud moan.

“You like that?” I said. Not the most original sex talk, but it’s a good one.

“Yeah,” he said, “Make me horny only.” I fondled them gently, nice and firm under my hands. I like a guy with big pecs, and his big nipples were a bonus. Maybe it’s a leftover from the part of my brain that’s wired to like women.

I pinched one, and he yelped, so I let go.

“No, do it again,” he said.

I pinched the other one, and this time I held it. He inhaled, through his teeth, and then hissed softly.

“Feels good, huh?”

JW nodded. I had a small brainwave.

“Have you ever worn a nipple clamp?” I said.

“No, never,” he said, and I think I saw a shine in his eyes. “You have ah? I’ve only seen chicks wear them in porn.”

“I have a set, yes, cloverleafs connected by a chain.”

“What’s that?”

“They’re sprung in such a way that they tighten if you pull on the chain. Wanna try?”

“You’re going to turn me into a woman.” I didn’t point out that my cock was filling his hole at the moment.

“That’s ok. They’re pretty intense. I’m not sure you can take it,” I said.

“Hey, I can take it,” he said, “Can you take it?”

“Yeah, I sometimes wear them, the feeling turns me on.”

“I wanna see,” he said, a challenge in his voice.

“If I wear them, then you have to wear them.”

When he nodded, I got him to climb off me, and I went into the bedroom to get my clamps out of my gear drawer. I put them on (FUCK SO PAINFUL) and then got myself under control and walked out, feeling like a couple of ice spikes were poking into my chest. It did make me harder, though.

I could tell from his eyes that JW really liked seeing me clamped. He gave the chain a couple of tentative tugs, which make me gasp, and tugged on his own cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. I believed him, because he was hard again. Maybe not as hard as before, but definitely aroused.

“Wear them and we play?” JW said, which sounded like a good idea to me. I went back to the chaise, and asked him to bend over, but he shook his head, no.

“I want to see,” he said, so I got back in position, sitting up on the chaise, and he squatted over me, his knees spread wide, and slipped my dick back into him.

(CONTINUES)

Fucking while straddling a chaise longue is not ideal - you wind up in a sort of sideways half-squat. So I wasn’t suprised when JW pulled out of me, moved to stand at the foot of the seat, put his hands on the tops of my spread thighs, and then pulled me hard toward him. I wound up flat on my back on the seat of the chaise, with my ass hanging off the edge.

“Perfect,” he said, and pushed himself in again. He actually bent forward - his torso was over mine, his hands braced on either side of me. By this time I wasn’t grunting and groaning - used to the feeling, and he wasn’t hitting my spot as much. Still felt good, but I was definitely more in control.

Since I was lying back and he was above me, I reached up to play with his chest.

“Nice breasts,” I said. They weren’t breast-like at all, but the combination of firm pecs and large nipples was definitely fun to play with.

“Why you gotta say that? You damn fucker, le,” JW said, but he was smiling as he said it.

“No, you’re the fucker. Fuck me and I’ll just play with your breasts.” My knees were bent and my legs were open wide. He was actually doing a good job, a nice steady rhythm, not too hard, not too deep, not too stimulating.

I fondled his chest some more, nothing too strenuous. I tried his trick of tracing circles on his areolae with my thumbs. He liked that.

“You like them so much, maybe you should suck them,” he said.

“You keep doing that and I’ll suck anything you want.” I opened my mouth eagerly, and JW moved one hand to above my head, dropping his chest on that side to present that nipple to me. I lifted my head, and sucked on it, and true to form, JW kept up his work, thrusting from the hip.

“No milk there,” I said, and he actually stopped thrusting, to laugh.

“Try this one.” He changed sides, and I sucked it, pretty hard. JW didn’t move, just gasped a little and enjoyed it.

He was still hard, though. I could feel it.

“Guess you’re empty,” I said, after I took my mouth off his chest. JW had a hot chest, tan, and smooth.

“Not true,” he said, sliding his dick in and out of me a little. A good reminder of where the milk was.

“Prove it,” I said. JW straightened up, moving his body away from mine; into a sort of push-up position.

“I’m gonna fucking fill that condom,” he said.

“You’re not even sweating.”

“Harder?”

“Harder.”

That’s when he started really pounding me.

I was spread wide open, completely soft by this time, and with one hand I held my loose balls up out of the way. His position gave him a lot of leverage, and he was banging away, giving me his full length deep, pulling it almost all the way out and slamming it into me. I felt the familiar waves of pleasure as he rubbed against my spot, and soon I was fully enjoying the sensation.

He was sweating - dripping on me - and I was sweating, too. Both of us were grunting like boars, fucking animals in heat. I had one hand wrapped around one of biceps, and it was hard as steel. For some reason that turned me on, too, and I tilted my head back. I think my eyes rolled up, I don’t know, I was lost in sensation, all I could feel was the ache and pleasure in my ass.

My senses were muted, everything seemed far away and distant. I could hear and feel everything, of course, I could even smell our sweat. I’d have to turn off the air-con, open the windows and air the living room out afterwards. But for the moment I was enjoying myself. Still not hard, but it definitely felt good.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, the three words I love to hear, and then he was slamming into me even harder than before if that’s possible, two, three times, and then he pulled out and I was empty.

I lifted my head, sweat dripping down my face, slowly returning to my senses just in time to notice that he had moved to my side. He pulled off his condom, upended it over my chest, and squeezed out a small, thin, watery load on my chest.

Without prompting from me, he knelt down beside the chaise and licked my chest, licking up his load and my sweat, maybe our sweat since he’d dripped on me, taking the time to kiss my pecs and slurp loudly on my nipples. This horny fucker ate his own cum, how good is that?

I pushed his head down, between my knees, and he obediently sucked me till I was hard again. He’d unloaded three times and I still hadn’t cum. My turn next.

(CONTINUED)

“If you’re gonna fuck me, you gotta wear a condom,” I said, and his eyes lit up.

JW almost ran back to the living room (his erection bouncing all the way) and grabbed my basket of supplies. He looked in, and then turned to me.

“Which one I can use?” he said. My fault for having a few different kinds.

“Wait, ah,” I said, walking past him. I got comfortable on the chaise longue (my “sex chair”) and spread my legs.

“Suck,” I said, and he did, straddling the lower part of the seat. He started by giving it a quick lick around the head - tasting, I imagined, the pre-cum and other juices from our earlier action. He pressed his lips together, and then sort of kissed the tip, parted them slightly, pressing his head down and taking my cock in and into his mouth.

As he moved up and down, I bent forward, reaching out with both hands to grab a nipple in each. Gently fingering them for him moaning as he sucked me, which felt good.

“Lick my balls,” I said. When he looked up at me (I think he didn’t hear) I tugged on his tits, got a manly “ugh”. Heh.

“My balls,” I said, and this time I leaned back and put my feet up on the seat to give him better access. Before he gave them attention, JW put one hand on one of my pecs, and gave it a squeeze, and then used his thumb to trace a ring around my nub. He looked thoughtful, but then scooched back a bit to tongue my nuts.

After giving them a bit of attention (a good bit of attention, had me bouncing my dick from arousal) JW put his hands on the undersides of both my thighs and lifted. I raised my legs into the air, and JW fingered my hole.

“That won’t make me wet,” I said, “It’s not a pussy.”

“I know la,” JW said, grinning and smacking me on the ass. He climbed off to go get the supplies; I kept my legs up.

To be honest, I was very turned on. Partly because JW was so enthusiastic, partly because he was so turned on himself, and partly because he was taking charge.

I guess he decided to get me wet the old-fashioned way. When JW came back, he set down the basket to one side, and then put his hands on either side of my hole and buried his face in it. Oh, it felt good, he licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled so enthusiastically, giving me a good rimming. I found myself breathing quite heavily, my cock bouncing again, as my muscles tensed in response.

He stopped, gave one cheek a reassuring pat, and then sat up, straddling the chaise. I stayed in position and he slicked up my hole like a pro, ripped a condom open with his teeth, and rolled it on. Clearly he had done this before. He put some lube on his dick, too, and pushed it down with his thumb, and manoeuvred it into position.

He got it right, first go, and thoughtfully went in slow, in and out shallowly at first, then pushing past my ring, then slightly deeper thrusts, all slow and steady and exploratory. He kept looking at my face, too, making sure that I was all right. I was definitely all right: his seven inches was rubbing me the right way, hitting my spot.

Nothing to do with length, of course - even a small dick can stimulate my prostate, it’s not that far in - but it was nice having something substantial moving inside me. That movement was coaxing some animal noises from me, low groans and growls, the kinds of sounds you don’t intend to make, but which come out of you anyway.

Fucking while straddling a chaise longue is not ideal - you wind up in a sort of sideways half-squat. So I wasn’t suprised when JW pulled out of me, moved to stand at the foot of the seat, put his hands on the tops of my spread thighs, and then pulled me hard toward him. I wound up flat on my back on the seat of the chaise, with my ass hanging off the edge.

(CONTINUED)

“Inside me?” JW said, his voice full of wonder, like he couldn’t believe I was going to breed him with his own seed.

I fondled the very top of my cock with the remains of his load, using the tip to scoop up the last bits, depositing a large white glob right in top, leaving my hand slimy but empty.

“Open up,” I said, and moved into position behind him. He obediently held his hole open with two hands, his chest braced against the couch.

I wish I had recorded the sounds he made as I speared him with my cock and his cum, pushing in past his ring; forcing my way through the second, tighter sphincter, slowly but surely going in all the way, till I was fully in him, my balls resting against the outside of his hole. The long drawn-out guttural moans as he took me into him were very different from his higher-pitched moans of pleasure.

“Cheebye,” he said when I stopped, filling his up. “Fuck, so big,” sounding a little uncomfortable.

I bent over him, reaching under, and found that he had gone completely soft, from having just unloaded and from the discomfort of being penetrated. I fondled his chest, letting him get used to me inside him. Balls-deep, feeling him tight around me, while rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples, was keeping me hard.

Not everyone can take being fucked hard straight away. It can be downright dangerous to go too fast too quickly. I knew that JW was not that experienced with anal, and the only reason I was confident enough to push in so relentlessly without stopping was that I’d opened him up with my fingers earlier.

“Need a warm up,” I whispered, my head next to his. He nodded, yes, moving his hands from his ass to place them against the couch. I kissed his neck, and he pushed up a bit from the back of the sofa. I moved slowly, small thrusts, moving my cock head inside him, in and out a little. JW grunted a bit, but seemed ok.

“So big, la,” he said again, but this time it sounded like he was a little happier.

“Hah. That’s only the tip,” I said.

“Gimme more?” JW sounded hopeful.

“How much more?”

“All of it?” he said, “But slow.”

I lifted up off his back, and then pulled out, slowly, very slowly. JW sighed, until I was all the way out. I straightened my knees, worked out some of the kinks, and placed my tip at his waiting hole. It looked great, a little looser than before, creamy with his own cum.

“Going in,” I said. “Fast or slow?”

“Slow aaargh …” I’d pushed in, while he was answering, going slow, a little less resistance this time, but he was still tight. I stopped when I was fully in.

I did that a couple of times, all the way out and then all the way in, enjoying JW’s loud exhalations as I pulled out. After about the third time, JW turned back to look at me.

“I think can,” he said, “Faster a bit.”

He watched me as I pushed in, only a little faster than before, and then turned his head back to the front. I started thrusting, still small thrusts, and he grunted and took it. Good boy.

Actually, good man. JW is a soldier, a trainer, and a leader - bending over for my dick doesn’t diminish any of that. Which is not to say that I didn’t get a rush from fucking him - rather the opposite. I was also curious about what he’d be like as a top.

I took my time with JW, going slowly from small thrusts to more rapid, medium strokes. I’d just sped up to slow out fast in with almost my full length.

“Eh, I’m tired. We take a break can?” JW did actually sound tired. I’d been ramming him for a while, and a break would be welcome. I pulled out, and while JW stood up and stretched, I got rid of my condom, which was foamy with lube and JW’s spent seed.

We relaxed in the kitchen - cracked a couple more beers - and I noticed that JW appeared to be sporting a half-boner. When I turned to rinse out the bottles before putting them into the recycling, he pressed up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me.

“I like your body,” he said, as he twiddled my nipples (they erected quickly - I’m pretty sensitive) while kissing my neck. I felt him swell against my ass crack, and he grinded against me a couple of times.

I turned around, and he held me again, but this time our hard dicks were next to each other. We kissed, and when we came up for air, I put my arms around him.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, you gotta wear a condom,” I said, and his eyes lit up.

(CONTINUED)

He came out of the guest bathroom dry and naked - and hard again, horny fucker.

He gave me a big grin (ok, I really like his smile).

“Maybe I should fuck you now,” he said.

I admit, the thought of it was enough to arouse me a little. But I didn’t think we were at that point in our “relationship”, such as it was.

Instead, I stepped forward.

“Are you sure?” I said, fondling my bulge. “You don’t want some of this?”

JW reached for it but I put my hand in his shoulder and pushed down. He got the hint, and got to his knees. He didn’t resist when I pushed his face into my crotch, and nuzzled my boner.

I saw him move his hand toward his own hard rod, so I bent over, grabbed both his hands and put them on the lower part of my stomach. He pulled down my shorts with one hand, and reached under my t-shirt with the other, running his fingers up my body and across my chest till he found my right nipple.

My shorts dropped to the floor. I want to say my cock sprang up and out of them, but I wasn’t hard yet. JW took care of it, though, scooping my dick up with his lips and taking me into his mouth. His hand playing with my nipple plus his mouth on my cock soon got me hard, and then he used his free hand to jack me as he sucked on the top half of my cock, mostly concentrating on my head.

When he paused, I put my hands on the back of his head, and fucked his face: gently at first, and then pretty vigorously. He bravely kept up with my pace, a nice wet sloppy suckjob, until I pushed my dick all the way into the back of his throat and kept it there till he gagged.

I took my cock out of his mouth, and JW struggled to swallow his drool.

“Not bad mouth for a bi guy,” I said.

“The ladies love the tongue action, man,” he said.

“Do they also love it when you take dick in your ass?”

“Nah, man. I like that.”

“Get on the sofa,” I said, and swatted his butt as he passed me.

“Ungh,” he said, a cross between a groan and a grunt. I think he liked it.

He knelt on the sofa, legs spread apart.

“Ready,” he said. He looked ready.

I took off my t-shirt, picked up my basket of supplies and knelt on the floor behind him. Kissed his cheeks a couple of times, and he gave his bum a little wiggle. Cute.

I grabbed hold of his dick. I pulled it back between his legs. Jacked it a bit, enjoyed his moans.

“Sorry, I’m so hard,” JW said, “But I’m so horny.

“Horny, huh?”

I held on to his cock, and milked him, straight up and down, like a cow. I kissed him, right on his hole, and rimmed him, with lots of saliva, wet and sloppy, while jacking him the whole time. He started to moan a whimper.

I sped up the motion of my hand. Kissed the base of his balls, between them and his hole. Licked his nuts, which has pulled up tight. Put my lips around one ball and sucked gently.

“I’m … I’m going to cum,” JW said, breathing out each word.

I took my hand off his dick and moved my mouth away from his sac. He made a frustrated grunt.

I got out my tube of lube, squirted some out into my left hand and slicked up his hole. I took my time to get out a condom, rip open the foil, and roll it on. I was fully hard.

Time to milk the cow in earnest. I pulled his cock down again (his erect position was up against his tummy) and used my right hand. This time I was merciless, pulling down hard, ignoring his heavy breathing and occasional moans and curses.

“Fuck,” he said, panting and moaning and struggling to keep his position, “Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, AAAah…”

I cupped my hand, still slimy with lube, under the tip of his dick, catching the thick globs of jizz as he pumped them out, continuing to squeeze him slowly from base to tip to get all of his load. I stopped, let him catch his breath.

“Look at me,” I said, moving next to him on the sofa. I put one leg up, bending my knee, displaying how hard and proud my dick was, fully erect and encased in a rubber. I held out my hand, showing him the thick load that I held. He looked, and then opened his mouth slowly.

“That’s not where this is going,” I said, and watched his eyes open wider as I lay my hand against the underside of my cock, and slid it up the whole length, coating myself with his sticky juice. I cupped my hand a little more and dripped some on the top of my cock, from tip to root.

“Inside me?” JW said, his voice full of wonder, like he couldn’t believe I was going to breed him with his own seed.