This terribly cute young bear came on to me on-line for most of this past summer. It was mostly pleasantries for weeks, making idle chitchat asking me how I was, commenting on the weather, and similar bromides. His profile is vanilla lite, and he came across as terribly innocent. I responded back pleasantly, but wasn't quite getting his deal and was a bit bored. And then, in October I realized that he'd opened up to me a gallery of his pics, which are hardly innocent. So, I replied back with two pics of my own, prompting him to respond I could do whatever I wanted with him, and asking when I was free.
I don't host, so I imagined that might shut down the conversation. He's partnered but in an open relationship. And, I was very pleased that he could host. All the vibes were good, so I accepted his invitation.
His house is a haul to get to from my place, and a bit of a pain involving curvy roads and steep hills. I pulled up to a new, nondescript house (recently housing development.) I texted my arrival and he ushered me inside. Once in I was blown away: floor to ceiling oil portraits, collections of modern and depression glass and serious antiques. Additionally, though the house is actually the size of a large garden apartment, it is antiseptically clean; it was clear that they have help (he later confirmed that he and his partner have a cleaner come in once a week.) This guy is a midlevel government lab scientist, so I figured his partner is hauling in the big bucks (he's an antique dealer, so he must be a serious antique dealer.) After quickly admiring his home, he brought me into the master bedroom.
I must admit, it always leaves me queasy fucking a guy in the bed in which he sleeps with his partner, but it was his choice. He'd assured me in advance that we wouldn't need to be concerned about being interrupted, though there is always that nagging fear. But I pulled him to me and we began intense kissing. I placed me hands under his tee shirt to grasp his bare back and he then stepped back and pulled it off revealing quarter sized nipples surrounded by a forest of hair. He's hairy all over, including his shoulders and back: HOT. He also has a roll that hangs a bit but he wears it well. I proceeded to strip and we were both rigid hard, but his cock is distinctly small: <4", his major drawback. I embraced him and placed my cock under his balls and we resuming making out, with me grasping both our cocks and rubbing them together. Clearly he was feeling it and he dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock with gusto.
Not being a big fan of standing while I am getting sucked, I took his hand and led him to the (his/their) bed. We made out for a length of time with my hands wandering up and down his body; his nipples are super sensitive, so discovering that I sucked them while stroking him, but was careful to do so in moderation, so that each time I returned I was greeted with a soft gasp as he sucked in air. Interestingly, he saves his armpits and balls; I am guessing the partner complains about short hairs in his teeth. As I bent down to suck his cock he apologized saying that while he gets hard, but due to his allergy medication he rarely comes while having sex. I proceeded to give him a proper blow job and soon had him thrashing, which I always find a great reward. He was certainly leaking like crazy.
While on-line after agreeing to come over, it was clear he wanted to get fucked. I gently pushed him onto his stomach and proceeded to pull his hairy, meaty cheeks aside: clearly he has a shower nozzle as he was as clean as a whistle, but like his pits, disappointingly no musk. Nonetheless I worked my tongue along his taint and into him eliciting the gasps of pleasure I sought. Once I had him (as well as my beard) thoroughly soaked with spit, I pushed him onto his side, bent his leg and pushed it to his chest, and rubbed my cock up and down his hole and started to push to get inside; he was very tight and and several times I went back to rim him more, finally pushing and my head popping in. He immediately hissed "big dick." I let him grow adjusted, and then gradually pushed more; stopped, and pushed a bit more, until I my torso was against his thigh. And then we began to move together.
At first he was tight as hell, to the point it wasn't very good for either of us, but then he started to gradually loosen up a bit. For awhile he wanted to be on his stomach, which was fine, but not a position in which I could come. Eventually I got him back on his side: the friction was still there, and moving in him I began to feel more of him open up and relax so I began to singlemindedly fuck and then felt my load empty into him. I have never had volcanic ejaculations, nor to I loudly grunt or yell. But, an attentive partner can tell from my tensing and the change in my breathing and he was pleased to have brought me there.
While he said he wouldn't be able to cum, I lightly played with his balls and simultaneously stroked and sucked him and saw him get into the groove; he then quickly grasped his cock and began to vigorously stroke and proceeded to spew a huge load across his stomach and chest. I was surprised and didn't have the presence of mind to lean over and lick him clean before he took a hand towel to wipe himself dry. At that point he rolled over, glanced at the clock, and said "you won't be late leaving." I wasn't in a rush, but initially not knowing what was ahead I'd indicated I had two hours; we've been at it for about 90+ minutes. But, getting the hint I got up, dressed and was ready to leave only asking for a glass of water on the way out (it astonishes me when a host doesn't offer...) There was some awkwardness at that point, and he began some geeky nervous small talk. Knowing when to leave, and worried that in fact his partner could walk in, I headed out.
I've gotten periodic messages from him and we did have an encore (to be described in another entry. ) But the holiday season came and left and then I had a business trip on the other coast. We have expressed a mutual interest in an upcoming repeat.
