Already, it was certainly the hottest, most intimate day I had ever had in my relatively short life. Within hours of meeting Peter for the first time, he had two fingers buried in my ass. My ring stretched and tightly wrapped around his digits, he sawed in and out repeatedly, slowly rotating his fingers and applying pressure up and down and all around to make a bit more room and prepare me juuussst enough. In his words, he wanted to make sure I could, "Really feel the stretch," when the time came.
I was breathing heavy and moaning in pleasure with the occasional utterance of how fucking good it felt, especially each time he bumped my prostate. Peter kept telling me how good I was doing, how hot my ass was, and how good it felt to play with my smooth young hole. He caressed my cheeks and lower back, my hips, legs, and tiny waist while he diligently worked. I glanced back occasionally to make heated eye contact with him and exchange a look of lust. Each time I did, I also took the opportunity to glance at his engorged cock. Its 7 inches looked muscular, almost aggressively so, and it almost seemed to be moving of its own accord, although I knew that it was just so turgid and heavy from lust that the slightest movement sent it bouncing around. Proudly, I thought about how I was responsible for that. It was my body, my face, and my ass that had twice brought Peter's cock to its hot, glistening full mast since we finally met in person for the first time earlier that morning.
We initially met online, of course. We were pretty clearly a match from the start. Him a hot daddy type, in good shape, could host with his big but not huge dick. Me a cute inexperienced twink bottom looking for someone and somewhere safe to get me some dick. About to turn 19, I had finally reached the breaking point when it came to makeshift toys and fingers. I needed the real thing. A catalyst for our connection was that we lived in suburban neighborhoods that bordered each other. I grew up and lived in a nice house. The houses where he lived were even nicer and generally had more privacy and space between them. We didn't beat around the bush too much. Both online at the same time, we began to chat and after some nice pleasantries we both came to the conclusion that the other was reasonably intelligent and we generally seemed on the same wavelength so we cut to the chase. Peter wanted to make sure we knew what the expectation was so he spelled out his desires. He would be in control for the most part. I could opt out of anything or even everything any time I wanted but he suggested it would be hottest if I let him run the show and decide what we were doing and when, down to when I could touch myself or not. He asked what specifically I was into and I basically said I just wanted some dick. I wanted to jerk it, lick it, suck it, swallow it, and get reamed out by it. His reply was, "Well, I think I can accomodate that :) "
All we needed to do was set up a time to hang out and this thing was gonna go down. I'm not gonna lie, I had a LOT of butterflies in my stomach as we got to this point but my rock hard cock was pushing these butterflies out of the way enough for me to commit to meeting with Peter as soon as possible. I happened to have Mondays off at that time, which meant I could do whatever I wanted and no one in my house would know that I had even left home that day if we met up early enough. Peter had flexibility with work, so we committed to meeting up the next Monday at 10:00 AM. A whole 6 days away. It was going to be a painfully slow week and weekend coming up!
I managed to get through it, though. The first couple days I jerked off several times I was so horned up but then I forced myself to hold off, I wanted to be significantly riled up when I arrived on Monday. It turns out Peter was basically doing the same thing.
Finally, Monday morning came. I somehow managed to get some sleep the night before so I felt well rested as I prepped myself for the day. I was practically shaking as I cleaned myself up and shaved smooth what little hair I had. Before I knew it I was out the door to walk to Peter's house. The short trip there felt like a dream. I was simultaneously a nervous wreck, trying to suppress popping a huge boner, and giddy with excitment.
Finally I found myself at the address Peter gave me. The house was set back a long way from the road with woods on either side providing a ton of privacy. As I walked down the driveway, I thought to myself that we weren't going to have to worry about how much noise we were making while we were going at it. For some reason, this thought really kicked my excitement and nervousness into overdrive as I realized that this was actually happening finally.
Peter had seen me walking down the drive and opened the door to greet me with a big smile. His warm expression helped calm me a bit and I smiled back, reaching out to shake his extended hand.
"Hi, nice to meet you," Peter said warmly as we gently grasped each others hands.
"Nice to meet you, too!" I squeeked out as my cheeks flushed. Not sure why my voice went so high but I'm pretty sure it was the nerves coming out, haha.
Peter checkled lightly and guided me towards the open door, lightly touching where my butt and lower back met. I felt an electricity course through my body.
Peter's house was amazing with an open floor plan and lots of natural light through some huge windows along the back looking out into the yard. Thank god there was a lot of woods between him and his neighbors, because they'd be able to see everything!
We sat for a little bit on one of his couches and chatted for a few minutes. It was relaxing and even though I was anxious to get going with more intense activities, I was happy to settle in a bit. I was able to take Peter in a bit more as well. His brunette hair appeared to be quite a bit more present on his body than my hair was on mine. Besides his five o'clock shadow on his chiseled, mature jaw, he had a fair amount of hair covering his muscled arms and running down his chest towards his nether regions, which I knew from his profile was well maintained.
Before too long, Peter stood up and said, "So, do you want to get started?", with a raise of one eyebrow and a sly smile.
I croaked, "OK," and stood up quickly.
Peter laughed and I giggled a bit, my cheeks flushing again. "A little nervous?", he asked.
I nodded and said, "A little bit. Excited, too."
Lust was taking over and I'm sure I was looking at him with a certain amount of hunger. A hunger that had been building for years.
"That's good," he said, and he gently placed his hand on my back and leaned in for a kiss.
Finally, I was with another man. Everything I had been waiting for was happening and the release was amazing. Peter's soft lips but firm kiss melted me. We kissed lip to lip for a little bit before I felt Peter's tongue seeking entry to my mouth. Him being the more experienced, dominant one he quickly had his tongue inside my mouth. I was all to happy too give him entry.
We continued kissing for a few minutes as we felt each other's bodies through our clothes. He was focused on my perky butt and thin waist while I was focused on his strong pecs and upper back.
Peter broke the kiss and we smiled at each other. It was time for him to take charge.
"Why don't we take these clothes off you,".
I nodded but it wasn't really a question. Peter began by pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it onto the floor. I thought he might continue undressing me but instead he backed off and sat down on the couch.
"Take the rest off for me."
He looked on with satisfaction and my heart skipped a beat as I realized what I was about to do. I was going to expose my naked body to an older man while he watched.
I undid my button and zipper and hooked my thumbs on the waist of my jeans. As sexily as I could I slowly pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, keeping my long, thin legs straight to highlight my flexibility. I did the same with my underwear and pulled my socks off and stood up. Him being fully clothed made me feel all the more vulnerable and that vulnerability was a huge turn on for me as evidenced by my rock hard cock sticking out from my body.
Caught somewhere between embarrassed and in heat, I looked at Peter and tried to hold a confident stance, waiting for him to direct me in what to do next.
"Straddle me," Peter said, his voice firm but dripping with lust.
I found myself floating toward him and getting up on the couch with both knees on either side of Peter, my dick nestling into the fabric of his clothing as I sat on his legs and popped my ass out. Peter's warm hands explored my body. Although they were strong hands that had clearly seen some work, whether in the gym or somewhere else I did not know, he was fairly gentle as he grabbed both of my ass cheeks and felt the form of my butt.
I took a bit of initiative and leaned in for a kiss, which Peter was more than happy to enjoy. We made out for a little while longer, Peter exploring my body the entire time. Holding my waist, feeling my back down to my ass, he grazed my smooth, little asshole, obviously on purpose, which made me twitch strongly and shudder. Both of us broke the kiss and laughed.
Still smiling at me, Peter said, "Take my shirt off."
I happily peeled the shirt off him and threw it on the floor next to my clothes.
"Stand up, please."
I backed off him and stood, waiting to see what would happen next and to hear my orders.
Peter stood up off the couch and once again he looked down just a little bit at me. That height difference was about to get a little more extreme.
Peter grabbed a big soft towel that was drapped over the couch and laid it out on the carpet before him. "Kneel," he directed me.
I sank to my knees and the butterflies in my stomach jumped while my dick twitched in anticipation.
All Peter did was nod at me and I knew what to do next. I grabbed the waist of his pants, a stretchy pair for exercising, and pulled them down. Peter stepped out of the pants and I found myself naked, on my knees, in front of a beautiful man. He was in great shape top to bottom, with the aforementioned perfect amount of dark body hair on lightly tan skin.
Of course, my attention was really on my ultimate prize. Peter's dick was not completely hard but it was well on its way. Uncut with the head exposed, his big mushroom looked smooth, delicious, and covered in a fine film of pre-cum. He had a particularly well defined slit from which the pre-cum was slowly leaking from that I couldn't wait to bury my tongue in. This was all attached to a thick, well muscled shaft leading down to two impressive balls. All was shaved smooth except for a tuft of well-kept pubic hair at the base of his treasure trail.
I had never been hungrier for anything in my entire life. I stared at it salivating and I wanted to swallow it whole. Peter had other plans, at least for a little while. Looking at me with a sly grin he reached down and put his hand under my chin and pulled my head up to look at him.
"You like that?" he asked.
I nodded and said, "Mhhhmmm, I sure do."
"Hold it in your hand," he commanded.
I reached out and grabbed his dick. The first one I had touched beside my own. It felt familiar and yet it felt like a totally new experience. The feeling of holding another man's heaving, hot cock was truly special. My own dick felt harder than it ever had but still my focus was 100% on the big dick in my hand. With my touch, it was slowly reaching it's full hardness. The feeling of myself being responsible for the lust and rush of blood into his dick was magical and made me feel so powerful and sexy.
"Jerk that dick, no tasting yet," Peter directed.
I was a little disappointed I couldn't dive right in. My mouth was watering more than it ever had for any food, no matter how delicious. All I wanted to do was clean the pre-cum that had built up off his head and get working on making him produce more.
But it was quite a feeling to stroke such a powerful muscle and I enjoyed the task. On my knees, submissive, giving another man pleasure I stroked his cock up and down, adding a little twist here and there, and swapping for my other hand when I got a little tired. Peter built up a little spit and held my hand for a second before releasing a bunch of spit onto his shaft, which lubricated my efforts a bit.
I was almost at the breaking point before too long. I was practically drooling while giving him my first handjob.
Thankfully, Peter finally intervened.
He stopped my hand and grinned at me. I pulled off him and looked up with a plea of permission in my eyes.
"Stick your tongue out."
My heart pounding, I straightened up and opened wide. I stuck my tongue out.
"Keep it out and don't move."
I was practically shaking with anticipation as Peter stepped forward closer to me with his cock in his hand, holding it up high just a bit.
I was breathing heavy as Peter lowered his bulbous, sticky dickhead onto my tongue. I was just getting a little bit of a taste but it was a powerful musk. He slid the head up and off, leaving a trail of precum before lightly slapping it back down onto my tongue with a wet thwacking sound. He then rubbed the head all over my tongue as if to wipe as much of the built up residue off as he could.
"Now, just using your tongue, lick the head completely clean."
Breathing heavy, I got to work. The smooth, tight, spongy feeling of his head was almost as intoxicating as the flavor of his sweet and salty pre-cum. I wanted to get every little speck of his essence. He wanted me to as well. "Really get into that slit," he said and I forced my tongue deeply into the slit from which everything came, tasting the deep flavor that resided in there.
Peter then swiftly pulled his cock away from me. "Now, lick my balls, cutie." He had a big smile on his face and I grinned back.
"How's it taste?" Peter asked.
I grabbed his shaft once again and said, "It's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted." I was telling the truth.
I dove in and took his balls, first one, then the other into my mouth. I loved how sensitive Peter was down there and I enjoyed making his shaft jump when I caressed a tender spot. I licked each heavy testicle in his smooth taut ballsack and inhaled his scent.
Finally, Peter let me have the whole thing as he directed me, "Lick up the shaft and then get to work. I've got 6 days of cum built up to feed to you."
My saliva glands pumping at maximum volume, I licked slowly but with purpose up Peter's muscled, glistening dick until I came back to his head, which had built up a bit more pre-cum. I licked his head again before finally taking him completely in my mouth. I enjoyed how full it felt to take him in and how delicious it was to coax pre-cum directly into my mouth. The feeling of his fat head and thick shaft inside me was even more all-consuming than my other efforts pleasuring Peter's big cock. Ravenous with cock-hunger, I sank down on Peter's shaft before my gag response kicked in and I coughed his dick out almost all the way. But now that I had a dick to blow I wasn't giving it up so easy!
Peter laughed and said, "Easy tiger, there'll be time to figure that out later."
I kind of chuckled and moaned an affirmative around the cock I was sucking.
I backed off a little and settled in to giving Peter a sloppy blowjob with lots of spit, tongue movement, and some help with my hands. I felt like I was truly where I was meant to be for maybe the first time ever. Peter's essence was so filling my senses I couldn't imagine it getting any more intense but boy, was I wrong.
After quite a while I could sense Peter was getting close. I could feel him breathing heavier and heavier and he even slowed me down a couple times to prolong the whole thing. But I figured he was getting to the point of no return.
Peter confirmed it when he said, "I'm gonna cum soon. When I say so, purse your lips around my head and hold it tight." I moaned, "Mmhhmmm," and my heart began to beat out of control.
I kept working for the time being but after just a minute more of wet sucking and firm jerking of his dick, Peter put his hand on my head and stopped me from going up and down and exclaimed, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna feed you." As I promised I would, I locked onto his big fat dick head, instinctively lashing at it with my tongue. I felt my entire body flush with anticipation and I grabbed his thighs to brace myself. Peter took a couple fingers and gently pulled his shaft tight towards his balls. And the dam broke.
With the force of six days of abstinence behind it, the first shot of cum erupted out of Peter's cock and exploded in my mouth. Almost shocked by the force of it, I half-moaned, half exclaimed in muffled surprise and glee as another huge rope of semen coated my tongue, cheeks, and teeth. And then another shot came and another came and I found my mouth loaded with the semen of man who I had just met earlier that day. I swallowed to prevent any of it from spilling out, obviously I couldn't risk losing a drop. I felt his thick, textured splooge slide down my gullet and settle heavily in my stomach while more shots filled my mouth behind it. These shots had a less force behind it as Peter ran out of steam. When he finally stopped I slid off his cock, squeegeeing the last fluids off him as I did. I swished the cum around my mouth a little bit, making sure to coat every taste bud one last time, this time without the shock of cum ropes being fired into me. The salty, sweet, slightly spicy and funky flavor made my body twitch with arousal. I swallowed it down dramatically and looked up at Peter proudly.
Peter, breathing heavily and smiling at me, fixed my tussled hair and said, "Holy fuck, that felt good."
Peter then grabbed his slowly deflating cock and milked it from the base up towards the head, which produced one more fat dollop of cum on the tip of his penis. He nodded towards it while making eye contact with me and I obediently smiled, licked my lips, and leaned forward to lick and slurp the final bit of thick cum.
"I'm sure you're bursting to cum but I want you to hold off for a while. I think the wait will be worth it," Peter said.
He was right, the intense taste of Peter's thick, flavorful cum had my dick harder than I think it had ever been and I desparately wanted to jerk my cock and blast one out but I also couldn't help but agree with his decision. I knew we weren't done for the day and I wanted my release to be as impactful as it possibly could. I knew from experience that a truly mind blowing orgasm for me would come from stimulation of an even more intimate part of my body...
