I had lived in Chester in the UK for work several years ago. I read about a secluded area where men would hook up behind the famous Walls. Sure, I’d met plenty of guys there and blew them off behind a tree or let them fuck me there, but there’s one guy I played with several times. I’d even brought him back to my flat. His name was Simon, and he was married, 30’s, 6’ tall. He usually wore trainers and a t-shirt since he’d visit the Walls after the gym or sometimes instead of. He had dark black hair, brown eyes, a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, a thick hairy chest and thighs as hard as steel. He also had a nice thick uncut cock that stood around 7.5”. He was above average in that department, and thick as a beer can!
First time I met him in the cover of night I was leaning against a tree in jeans and t-shirt. He was cruising as there were a couple of other bottoms out there, mostly older than myself. As he walked by me, I noticed his silver wedding ring glimmer in the night sky. It was dark, so it was difficult to see faces, but as he came closer, he reached down to squeeze his crotch and smiled at me. I smiled back and sunk down to my knees to signal what I was looking to do. He came over,pulled down his trainers, and out sprang this thick uncut dick that was already drooling cock snot. You bet I sucked him like a pro, and he fed me his load, and off he went. No words spoken.
I’d see him there a few more times and sucked him off in the same fashion. I finally had the guts to speak to him after servicing him and asked, you ever fuck with this thing? When he heard me speak, he asked if I was American and said he loved my accent, and then said, yes, I do fuck. Show me your arse. So I pulled down my jeans and he ran his hands over my globes and said “mmmmmm nice. I’ll fuck your arse, but not here. You have a place?”
So, I told him where I was living, and we agreed to meet at my place the following night. I hadn’t really brought many men back to my flat, but he seemed nice enough, and I just had to have the thick married cock inside me. I heard a knock on the door at exactly the time we had planned, opened it, and his mischievous smile greeted me. I wore only a jockstrap, and I pulled him inside and closed the door.
I brought him into the bedroom and when I finally did see him up close and personal in a lit room, I was swooning with desire. He told me his name was Simon and that he likes to fuck boys on the side. I listened, but I also propped him on the bed and began to remove his clothes. I was on a mission, a dick mission. I pulled off his shirt and revealed a wonderful chest with well defined pecs and a six pack, covered in dark black fur. His eraser-head nipples were quite sensitive when I bit and licked them, and his cock grew hard in my hands.
I looked into his eyes and said I want to sit on this cock. He nodded his head, “yes, but do you have any ice”? I looked at him with a puzzled look, and asked if he was thirsty. He said “no, just bring me a couple of ice cubes”. So I walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a handful of ice cubes and came back. He took the ice cubes from my hand and said, get on your stomach. Then he said, “show me your arsehole”, so I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, and he began to insert one ice cube after the other. Oddly, it didn’t feel that cold in the furnace of my anus.
Then Simon laid back down on his back, stroked himself to full erection and said, “sit on me”. The ice had melted slightly so I was a bit wet, and I got up and slowly slid myself down his fuck pole. My hole stretched wide open, and Simon moaned, “that arsehole feels so good”, and I could feel and hear the ice rubbing against my insides and his fat dick as I bounced myself up and down on him.
Simon eventually grabbed my back, and without falling out, managed to get me on my back as he was now plowing deep inside me as I grabbed onto my ankles. Each thrust took my breath away, he was a strong, deep fucker that went full force. I watched his face as he closed his eyes and enjoyed my hole, the ice melting inside me. It was hot watching him use my hole to pleasure his married cock. I wrapped my feet around his waist and held onto his neck. He was breathing harder now, and I could feel his cock stiffen inside me. I knew he was close, and with closed eyes, he arched his back and raised his head and began to yell, “oh fuck, oh fuck, cumming in your arse”, and he bred me and then fell onto my chest.
I rubbed his back as he lied there and said, “thanks man, that was so hot”. He said he really enjoyed it, too. Then he got up, and his dick was slimy with water and cum, so I was an exceptional host and cleaned him off with my mouth, licking the insides of his foreskin to make sure every drop was accounted for. We exchanged cell numbers and he’d SMS me when he wanted to play.
We began to meet at least weekly during the time I had lived there. There was a time he brought round an Aussie friend, another married man, but that’s a story for another time. I had learned to “pre-ice” before he arrived. I’d have to make sure the foreplay didn’t last too long so he’d get the feeling of the cold ice on his dick inside my warm hole.
