Usually I am pretty level headed, cautious, and selective...
And, having been out on an earlier adventure this morning, one would imagine I'd be sated. But on my ipad I had a message on one of the sites. I'd recognized the writer as an interesting and exotic member. Tall, whippet thin, late thirties, French. Darkly handsome --chiseled features, thick eyebrows, deep dark eyes; aloof demeanor photo, big dick, hard bubble butt.
He left me a message asking if wanted to stop by and fuck him blindfolded and on all fours. No back and forth; refreshingly direct.
But after that was a bit of ping pong, and then the server for the site went out. Eventually I got the address -- a dangerously convenient 5 minute drive away.
I went through that, "you're being really stupid and reckless" period of doubt, but then found his place in a solid suburban neighborhood. A hip young adult pad, shared by other roommates. Clearly he had the place alone today. I entered his room and there we was on all fours, blind foldered and wearing a jock strap. Sinewy thin.
It didn't seem likely I'd get fully hard as I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass, then then he reached out and started to stroke me and I got fully hard. Not wanting to lose momentum, I pushed straight in, and found a nice very warm, and pleasantly tight (well for a horn dog) ass.
Having cum earlier I wasn't imagining I'd get the friction going, especially since he'd used a helluva lot of lube before fucking himself with a dildo. But it felt great and I noticed that although very clean, musk was coming from under his pits, which is an incredible turn on for me(if the scenario had been different I would have flipped him over and sucked out both pits; instead I reached in and noticing they were wet sniffed my fingers and savored his aroma.) After a brief time I felt the load spurting into him. And, then I did what the fantasy called for: I got up, dressed, patted him on the ass, and walked out. Not a word was exchanged.
Well, I got home, tapped him a thanks message and got several back telling me how horny he still was. It was clear he was hinting that he wanted to get fucked some more. While I didn't have much time but I had the opportunity and thought I should seize it.
It was nice and I gave him quite a fucking, alternating between a few inches in and full cock thrusts. Early on another load almost came out, but it was clear the position was bothering his legs and he needed to move. After that the spell was broken: he had the heat seriously cranked, I was still wearing a sweatshirt, and I was aware that the sand was running out of my hourglass. Also, I simply don't like doggy as a rule: I far prefer the guy flat on the mattress or on his side with his thigh pulled up. I pulled out a few times sensing he was getting sore and tried drying my cock to go back in to get some more friction. The load was close but elusive. After 20 more minutes I imagined I'd scratched his itch sufficiently, so I eased out, gave his ass a peck, pulled on my jeans and shoes, patted him on the back and quietly left.
He's sent me three messages back since I got home, so guess he enjoyed it; I sure as hell did. Encore!
