Hello. My name is u/offthedeepxnd. I’m 18, male, and a college freshman from AZ. All real stories, no fiction, except for me trying to fill in the gaps of course, and changing names to protect the innocent.
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I’d just got off work 3 hours ago and was aching for some release, but when I got on the grid to find someone to fuck, I just kept striking out. A hundred “heyys” and face pics gave me about 25 responses, which turned into 10 conversations, which turned into 5 people interested, none of which could host. I sat in my car in a parking lot, charging my phone, when it buzzed in my hand. The man who would go on to make my night just sent me a text.
“hey, what’s up?” he said.
“nm, bored & horny. looking?”
“same”
He sent me some photographs. He was discreet, and I could tell why. He looked completely average. 5’11”, 29, Latino, very straight looking. He had a receding hairline on top of a big round head, big brown eyes hooded in a Neanderthalic brow, short-cropped black hair and a surprisingly inviting smile. He had the same energy I would get from, say, an assistant gym teacher in grade school. Very clean, very masculine, but absolutely nothing to write home about. He caught my attention though. Something about the 11 year age gap, or maybe the smile, or maybe, ironically, the reason that he was the exact kind of man I would never get distracted by if he walked down the street. Next came the shirtless pic. He was completely smooth. He had a squarish bear belly, squarish man tits, and a flat, but not at all unattractive ass.
I sent back in kind. A picture of my boyish high-school-senior baby face, followed by a photo of my then-heavyset and hairy build, and lastly a photo of my cut 6.5″ erection. He, of course, asked me if I was 18, to which I said yes, he complimented my cock, and asked me what I was into. From here, the conversation was short and effective. Vers bottom, on PrEP, into pretty vanilla stuff, hadn’t had any action for a little while. He had friends over but they were about to leave, so he could host later, at around 8. He’d need some time to clean up of course, but text back around then. It was 7. I killed some time, got on social media, got a cup of coffee, watched the sunset, waiting for 8 to roll around so I could get back to him. He sent me his location, an upscale apartment near the mall about 3 miles away. I got in my car, drove over, parking across the street at the hotel. I put my wallet in my glovebox, turned off my car, and texted him that I was here. The gate to the complex was acting up, but the side door was open, so I walked into the courtyard. He told me to text me when I was at the door to the hallway. My heart was pounding, like it always does before I’m about to fuck a stranger, as I found the door. The door was glass, so when I texted him, I immediately saw him come out of his apartment into the hall. He had on a wifebeater, a black baseball cap, and a pair of gray sweatshorts that definitely had nothing on underneath them. He opened the locked door for me. He said “Hey” in a low raspy and curious tone of voice, which I answered in a much shakier, higher quiver.
Walking into his apartment, I smelled a sickly, intoxicating cinnamon smell mixed with the fresh steam of a recently run shower. All the lights were off save one lamp on the island, and a massive flatscreen tuned to Bravo. My eyes focused on him, and my hands followed. He was more imposing than I thought he’d be, probably due to the height difference (5’7″ vs. 5’11”) Completely smooth, like in the pictures, warm and soft to the touch. We stood in the doorway to his bedroom, speaking in low voices, groping eachother through our pants, just getting comfortable with eachother. My suspicion of him having nothing on underneath was confirmed as I grabbed his cock through his thick shorts, which, when we layed on the bed, I wasted no time pulling off. He was cut, average, slightly shorter than me, fully shaven and hard as a rock-hard, his head a bright pink, swollen, throbbing. I slid the skin of his shaft up and down with one hand, feeling his surprisingly big, beautiful balls in the other. I took him in my mouth, smelling the soap at the base of his stomach, as he entered the back of my throat. I started slow, making good use of my tongue, swirling his head around my mouth as I slowly moved up and down his shaft. I took my hand and jerked him with it, picking up the pace of my sucking, making him let out low grunts and soft heaving breaths. I moved my head off his cock, a string of spit coming off my lower lip, and looked in his eyes, and if he didn’t want me before, well, he damn sure did now.
He removed my pants as I moved further up the bed, turning his cap backwards and wasting no time on my cock. What followed was the singular smoothest blowjob I have ever recieved. He too started slowly, as I stiffened in his mouth, just taking in the feeling of another man’s lips encircling my throbbing cock. He took in my musk, as I hadn’t had the privilege of showering before I came over. He must have enjoyed it though. I know when I’m in the mood, the manly smell of a man’s unwashed manhood can really get me excited. As his movements started to take on rhythm, I let my hands wander. I took his hat off and ran my fingers through his short black hair, then traced his jawline to his ears, then his chin, then his neck. My hand went down his wifebeater, as I massaged his nipples. While not fit by any means, he was completely firm, from his stomach to his pecs to the sides of his torso. As he continued on my cock, I felt his ass. It was flat, but firm and sexy. I groped it. He grunted on my cock. My middle finger traced his asshole, which was feverishly hot and swollen, and, well if I didn’t want him before, well, I damn sure did now.
His mouth left my cock as he climbed on top of me. Our spit-slicked cocks ground together as I took both hands and grabbed desperately at both of his asscheeks. Neither of us were much for kissing, but he nibbled on my ear and kissed on my neck. I returned the favor, then threw my head back in pleasure. A pause. He gets off of me, takes off his shirt and reaches for the lube on the nightstand. I take off my shirt, and he hands the lube to me and I slick up my fingers with the gel. There wasn’t much left, so I got out as much as I could while he laid down prone on the bed, offering his ass to me. I sat up on my knees and began to finger him. Good God. I knew he wasn’t lying when he said he hadn’t got any action in a while, his hole was tight as a drum, and hot as a furnace. He deflated, letting out a long sigh, like a junkie that just slammed a spike in his veins, which was followed by a low growl. I found his prostate swollen and firm, and I took my one finger and massaged it inside of him, slowly and gently. My other hand took more lube and slicked up my cock, which was beginning to harden again in anticipation. His moaning got louder, and his breaths sharper, mine following suit. I picked up the pace and maintained it for some time. If I’m honest, I could have played with his hole for hours, but I knew that’s not what he wanted. At least, not what he really wanted.
I took my finger out of his ass, and watched his hole readjust itself. “Fuck,” he sighed. He pushed himself up with his knees, practically begging me to fuck him. I wasn’t about to say no. I took my cock in my hand and put my head to his hole. As I was about to enter him, he pushed back on me with incredible force, which I was absolutely not prepared for. Jesus Christ, I almost came right then and there. He let out a low, desperate grunt and pushed back deeper. I struck him with my hand, grabbed his hips and got to work. I thrusted like a man posessed, letting the sound of our skin slapping together fill the bedroom. I tried to get as much distance as I could out of each thrust, taking my cock almost all the way out with every single pump. I wasn’t about to let this man forget me. His body naturally fell to the mattress as I fell onto him, wrapping my arm around his neck and grabbing his shoulder. I grunted into his ear, maintaining rhythm like a ticking clock. This went on for quite some time, and I savored everry second. I got back upright like I started, and slowed to a halt, him pushing himself onto me as I slowed. I pulled out of him and told him to flip on his back. He obeyed.
I entered him again, this time in missionary. As I did, I took his now soft cock in my hand and started to jerk him. Another low “Fuck” escaped his lips. At this point, I was close. I sped up, and he threw his head back in pleasure. I knew this was it for me. With no warning except a loud agressive moan, I buckled at the knees, my thighs shaking, and emptied my balls inside of him. In fact, that was the first time I ever came inside another man’s ass. It was exhilirating.
Now, as a top, I’m generally tapped out after I cum, but I also don’t like leaving business unfinished. So, I pulled out, gathered my strength after this man took my fucking soul, and collected my breath. He looked exhausted, but I knew he hadn’t cum yet, so I did like any good man would do and slid my fingers back in his now loosened hole. Two this time. He took his cock in his hand and started to jerk, as I massaged his prostate. With one hand on his cock, and the other behind his head, he shot his load all over his stomach, his hole squeezing my cum-covered fingers.
I got off of the bed, and asked if I could shower up before I went on my way. He said sure, so I walked to his bathroom and rinsed off in his shower. As I got out of the shower, still weak in the legs, I dried myself off in the dark and looked into his bathroom mirror, at once completely satisfied and a little disappointed in myself. You know the feeling. I’m no snoop, but as I left the bathroom to get my clothes, I caught a glimpse of his work ID by his sink. Jackson was his name.
Well, shit. Nice to meet you, Jackson.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ci88eo/mm_nice_to_meet_you_jackson
Wow. She is really cute.
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