I had just gotten home from a run. It had been a frustrating, even exasperating, day at work, and I needed badly to unwind. The run had helped, but even after a relaxing shower, I was still wound up, so I checked the apps to see if I could find someone to help me get some release.
Normally, it takes a while to find someone, but to my surprise, I got a message within moments of signing on. The profile picture showed a shirtless, tall, tan, blonde, athletic man reflected in a bathroom mirror. The bathroom appeared clean and organized. His message was not imaginative: "Looking?"
I checked out his profile before answering: 6'2, blonde, blue, 30, non-smoker, safer sex only, looking for right now. It didn't say if he was gay, bi, pan, etc. It also didn't say if he was a top, bottom, vers.... I replied, "Yes. How may I serve You, sir?"
He told me he wanted to walk in, sit back, and watch some porn while I sucked his cock. If he liked the blowjob, he might decide to fuck me, but I would have to have condoms and lube for him to use.
"Sounds perfect, sir." I sent him my location and some instructions about which unit was mine. He said he was close, maybe 10 minutes out.
I put some porn on the living room tv and put out some condoms and lubes. I put on some fresh workout clothes that I could get out of easily, and I made a passing attempt at styling my hair. Still thirsty from my run, I drank a glass of water, and as I finished it, I heard a knock at the door.
When I opened the door, the man before me looked exactly like his picture. He wore a tank top and gray sweat pants with some white athletic shoes. His chest and shoulders were well-shaped but not cut. I noticed a scar on his right shoulder that was three to four inches long and maybe a half inch wide. I wondered how he got it. I greeted him and invited him in. He hurried inside and quickly closed the door.
"I don't have a lot of time, but I really need this. Ok if we skip the small talk?" he blurted.
"That's fine by me, sir. I'm--"
"Stop. I don't need your name. I need your mouth on my dick."
I nodded and dropped to my knees. He was wearing gray sweat pants, so I tugged them down and pressed my face into the crotch of his briefs. I could feel his cock stirring. I pulled down the briefs to see a soft cock about the size of my thumb, but it was moving and starting to grow. I slurped it into my mouth and massage it with my tongue and lips. It thickened and hardened as I worked it. As it grew longer, I began to move my mouth along the shaft. I guided his steps backward toward the couch, and when we got there, he grabbed my head. He held my face against his pubes and his cock in my throat while he sat down.
I fumbled for his shoes, removed them, and tossed them away. I slipped his sweats and briefs off his legs and pushed them aside. With my eyes closed, I lavished his cock with every inch of my throat. My tongue licked at his balls as his cock continued to lengthen. Soon, I was gagging and groaning. I heard him moan, "yeah...you like my big dick." I nodded agreement. He chuckled, "it's not even at full mast yet. Keep going."
I obeyed. He was right. His cock kept growing, and soon, I could not swallow all of it. His was the longest cock I had ever seen in real life. Easily 11" long. Fully erect, it pointed straight up, so trying to deep throat it was futile.
"Lose the clothes and get on all fours. I'm gonna watch porn while I fuck you."
I pulled away from his cock as I pulled my shirt off. In one fluid motion, I rolled back onto my shoulders, whipped my shorts off, rolled over, and pushed up onto all fours. He guided me forward enough for him to have room to kneel behind me in front of the couch. I pointed out the condoms and lube. He grabbed a condom packet, opened it, pulled the condom out, and unfurled it onto his cock. He reached for the lube and squeezed some onto his wrapped cock and then some onto my waiting hole.
I expected a finger or two to help loosen the hole for a cock his size. I was shocked when I felt him pushing the lube into me with his cock. I tried to pull away, but his hands locked onto my hips, and I felt the head of his cock pop through the rim of the hole. I gasped at the shock of the sudden stretch.
He leaned forward and spoke softly against my ear. "Sorry. Like I said, I don't have a lot of time, and you got me so worked up with that blowjob. You're gonna need to open up now."
His hands released my hips, and the next thing I knew, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them out from under me. As I fell forward, he drove his cock balls deep into my hole. I grunted loudly before catching myself. If I yelled, I would alarm my neighbors who shared walls with my living room. I took a couple of staggered breaths. I could feel my face engorged and red. My eyes watered, and my hole was struggling to stretch and open for him.
He cooed into my ear, "Goooooood boi. A little more. Deeper. Breathe. Breathe." He was coaching me, and I began to follow his lead. As I did, I felt my hole surrender and my face return to normal. "That's right, boi. Let's fuck now."
He started rocking his hips, crushing his cock into my hole, pulling almost all of the way out before plunging balls deep again. After a few of these pile driver thrusts, he rested on my back while grinding his hips against me. I was whimpering and moaning under him as he inflicted his pleasure. After a few minutes, he pulled out and smacked my ass.
He pulled me back onto all fours and drove his cock back inside me. He thrusted a couple of times, and then, he used his knees to push my knees farther apart. First, my right knee. He thrusted a couple of times, but the angle wasn't to his liking. Then, with his left knee, he pushed my knee farther out. As it settled onto the carpet, I felt something brush the outside of my left leg. I glanced back and saw the condom on the floor. He thrust a couple of times, and I glanced over my shoulder at him. His eyes were closed, but he looked satisfied with the angle now. I saw a smile spread wryly on his lips, and he opened his eyes. His gaze met mine, and I looked at the condom. He was fucking me with a steady rhythm now.
"Are you wearing a condom, sir?"
"No." His rhythm was steady.
"Um, why not?" I tried to pull forward, but he grabbed my hips and held me in place.
"It was too tight." He held my hips firmly and kept fucking me.
"I need... to... play safe, sir..." I could myself getting lost in the pleasure he was inflicting, and I also knew that I had not asked his status.
Steadily fucking my hole, he said with a cocky tone, "your hole likes the way my bare cock feels inside it."
"Yes, sir..." I started, but before I could say "but," he cut me off.
"So, just fuck my cock. Don't worry."
I heard an enraptured moan from my own throat, and I knew that I could not stop him. "Okay, okay sir. You'll pull out and cum on my back?"
Silent, he kept fucking my hole steadily, so I looked over my shoulder at him and repeated.
"Will you cum on my back, sir?"
He was watching the porn and did not break his gaze. "Yes, boi, now relax," he sounded annoyed, without slowing down or missing a thrust.
"Thank you, sir..." I panted and dropped my head. His bare cock did feel much better inside me than it had with the condom on it. I allowed myself to relax and just bask in the lust and pleasure he was giving me.
His pace began to quicken, and I sensed that he was close to climax. He started driving into me harder too, so I braced myself and pushed back to meet his thrusts. His breathing grew heavier, and I knew he was about to unload.
I heard him grunt and felt his cock flex inside me. I felt the second flex as he thrust into me again, and the third flex as he pulled out. Then, I felt a rope of cum strike my shoulder and drape down my spine. He unloaded his balls all over my back. There was so much cum on my back! He scooped his hand and gathered his load to the small of my back. Then, he pushed it toward my hip until it ran off my body into his other hand. He shoved his cupped hand to my mouth and told me to eat his load.
As I obeyed, he pushed his still-hard cock back into my hole. I heard him grunt a couple of times and felt his cock jerk while I gulped down the load he held in his hand. When I finished licking his hand clean, he pulled his cock out.
He grabbed a damp towel and wiped his cock clean before he dropped the towel on me. Unceremoniously, he started getting dressed. As I wiped myself off with his towel, I noticed a smug expression on his face. Remembering how I felt his cock flexing inside me and how quickly the cum hit my back when he pulled out, I wondered if he had cum inside me or not.
"Sir, did you cum inside me?"
"Yes," he answered without even looking at me.
"But I told you not to. I told you..."
"No, you didn't. You told me to cum on your back, so I did," he pulled his tank top over his head onto this torso and smiled at me, "after I pumped a couple of volleys into your hole."
I felt myself blush and felt a surge of giddiness. I also felt pissed off. "But I thought..."
He was slipping one leg after the other into his briefs and sweats. "No, you didn't. I saw you just now. You wanted my load in your ass."
"But, sir..."
"But, faggot," he said firmly as he stood to pull up his sweats and tuck his long, thick, softening cock into his briefs. "If you had not asked me to cum on your back, you would have my whole load in your hole now."
I felt confused, mad that he presumed to know me, lusting for his cock again, and strangely thrilled that his load was in my hole.
He pulled his sweatpants over the bulge in his briefs. "You're wishing for that now, aren't you?"
I took a breath, but I could not deny it. I did. "Yes, sir." I paused for a moment as he tied the lace of his sweat pants. "Fuck!" The realization hit me. "I don't know if you have any STIs." I raised my eyes to meet his and begged, "Do you?"
As he finished tying the lace, he shrugged, "Does it matter now?" Dumbfounded, I did not know what to say. I figured that I would just have to get tested for everything.
He reached for his shoes. "This was hot."
"Yes sir, it was."
He pushed his feet into his shoes. "Now, my time's up. I have to go." He stood and started walking toward the front door.
Still on the floor naked with a damp towel in my hand, I hurriedly spoke, "Thank you, sir. Maybe next time, you will plant your full load in my ass?"
As his hand gripped the knob of the door, he turned his gaze toward me and gave me a wink and a smirk. Then, he was gone.
