WARNING: sexually explicit language, which may cause you to have explicit images, are contained in this article. You've been warned, so don't complain.
I received a "hello" message in one of the "dating" sites I'm registered with. I responded with my own hello and asked him if wanted to get together. He enthusiastically responded "yes" and we traded a few messages trying to determine where we would meet, as it turned out his place of residence is only about four blocks from the office where I work. I suggested that I could go to his place after work that day. When I left the office at 5pm, I phoned him (we had traded phone numbers during our message trading) but got his voice mail. I left a message stating that it was too bad things didn't appear to be working out that day and by Friday, I figured I was dealing with another of the flakes that have come into my life while searching for a man to get acquainted with, at the very least.
The weekend went past and I didn't hear anything. Monday was a holiday and I had the day off. While watching college basketball and surfing the net at the same time, I noticed that he was on line. I shot him a quick message, stating I was disappointed that we hadn't been able to get together the previous week. He responded right back, saying he was very sorry as he had worked late that night, then he and a bunch of coworkers went to dinner. He went on to say that he wasn't a flake and should have called and hoped that we could still meet up. He also wrote, "It's probably better that we didn't get together last week, as I was so horny I would have ravaged you." Unbeknownst to him, I happen to like "ravage" so he was winning me over. He also mentioned that he had the day off. I offered to come over to his place, but he said the place "was a mess" and he'd rather come to me. I was all up for that, but during the trading of messages, I remembered that we had traded phone numbers, so I called him instead. We agreed that he'd come out and we'd take things from there.
From his location to mine should take no longer than 15-20 minutes, and after a half hour, I was beginning to wonder if he was a flake after all. But then the doorbell rang, and I knew that he wasn't. I opened the door and there stood Michael, a very good looking hunk. I'm sure my mouth must have dropped open but I may have covered it up when saying, "Michael?"
I invited him in and we retired to the living room to talk. I thought I detected an accent and asked him about it. "I'm Aussie," he replied with a big smile. We then talked about the recent 49er game, which propelled them to the Super Bowl, and we endlessly talked about tennis. Not only does he play the sport, but he's a big fan and the Australian Open was in progress. We really seemed to have great rapport with each other. After chatting for about 15 minutes, I suggested we retire to the bedroom. After all, sex was the main reason he was here, not just to talk. He agreed immediately.
We both stood up and went to each other, tenderly kissing. "This way," I said, heading toward the bedroom. "I turned the portable radiator on after talking with you on the phone, so with any luck, the room should be pretty warm by now as I don't have any real heat in the house other than my portable heaters I use."
The room was toasty, so getting naked was not going to be a shivering encounter as my house can get to be very cold. Michael is 6' 1" to my 5' 4" and he has a swimmer's build—lanky. Both cocks were already on their way to full extension as we embraced in another kiss. I gently pushed him back on the bed and attacked his fully erect cock with my mouth, noting that he was pretty good sized, though not as large as Dennis had been. He groaned with pleasure as I engulfed him. When I came up for air, I looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm hoping that you want to fuck me," breaking into a big grin.
"I'm sure I can handle that," he replied, smiling back at me.
As we explored each other, we discovered that we both like having our nipples played with, so I massaged his and watched him squirm. "If you keep doing that, you're in for quite a ride," he said.
So I kept doing it. I know what I want and like, and his cock was ready. Using his saliva instead of the lube I offered, it was a real turn on watching the saliva drop from his mouth all the way down onto his cock, and I said, "That's hot."
"Glad you like it." Before too long, he had slipped in and I was in heaven. Usually when entering, there's a small amount of pain as I get used to having a large "object" in my ass, but I was taken by surprise as he slipped in and I hardly realized he had done so. That was the first time that I can recall no pain whatsoever. He started moving in and out slowly and man did that feel great. I was beginning to realize how much I needed to get fucked, and he was giving it to me.
"I also like getting it from behind, if you want to change positions at all," I stated.
"I'm just going to keep going like this, if you don't mind. I like looking into your eyes as I fuck you," he said with another of his winning smiles.
"Fine by me. It feels great. You can pound me a bit harder too, if you'd like."
As I wrapped my legs around him and he continued, he said, "I'm getting close."
"Just before you come, could you pull out and shoot your load all over me? That would be very hot."
I started jerking my own cock, he pulled out and shot his load, hitting me in the chin with the first spurt, then another and another as my torso became covered. I continued to jerk and told him, "Put it back in while I finish."
Slipping right back in, he pumped me some more until I shot and we collapsed into each other. We then held each other as we drifted into post-fucking bliss. I grabbed a towel and wiped us both off, then continued cuddling. After about 20 minutes of just holding each other, he straddled me again and I noticed he was getting hard again.
"I better get dressed and get out of here because I'm supposed to meet some friends for dinner. If we keep going, you're going to get it again."
"That would be fine with me, but I understand."
After getting dressed, I walked him to the front door. We kissed again and agreed that we would get together again. Can't do anymore than that. And I certainly look forward to our next encounter.
