There is nothing like that post-fucked feeling. Walking around, perhaps making dinner that evening, feeling that sweet mix of soreness and satisfaction. It was a CL hookup that took a two days to land, well worth the effort.
The ad I posted listed my age, height and weight. The main text expressed my inexperience, but willingness to learn to be a bottom. "David" replied quickly with his cell number so I called him. We talked a little bit, he was guarded and non-committal. I told him I'd call again the next day just to "check in" with his interest. In the interim we emailed and exchanged picts. Seeing his sweet 7-inch (and thick) cock gave me the motivation to land this guy.
A few more emails and another phone call yielded his address and a time, just a few hours later that afternoon, he wanted me to come. I shower, shave below and do the necessary cleaning inside over the next 45 minutes, rubbing coconut oil over my smooth dick, balls and ass. It took a good bit of willpower to not bust one right there, but I resisted. I did finger-fuck myself with more coconut oil for a few minutes, getting my hole relaxed and ready.
At about 3:30pm (just over four hours ago) I pull up, beer in hand (a dude always brings beer) and my gym bag of important things (condoms, lube and a towel). David mets me at the door. He's fit, very fit, about 6' and light-skinned. He is wearing gym shorts and white T. He invites me in, we grab a beer and sit in his living room.
It's funny, the small talk that can go on when two people know why they have come together, but aren't sure how to proceed. He had "Ellen" on the TV, and was telling me about the local scene, his kids (divorced), and his job. Taking the last draw on my beer, I stood up and said, "let's get those shorts off."
David is sitting on the couch opposite me, I kneel in front of him and pull the gym shorts down to his ankles. Making eye contact, I bend my head forward and lick that sweet dick. Big head, smooth skin and a full sack – perfect. For the next 10 minutes I stroke, lick and deepthroat him, alternating that with gently taking first one then the other of his balls in my mouth, rolling it around and sucking it like a soft piece of delicate chocolate, because that is what it fucking tasted like.
"Let me see that ass," he said, moving me off the floor to be on all fours, facing away from him on the couch. He reached around and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them done roughly. Smack Smack I was startled but it felt good to get roughed up a little. Nothing happened for about 10 seconds, then I felt his warm breath on my asshole, then the tip of his tongue. One swirl, then another, then a very wet lick followed by a finger entering me. What I knew then was that the 10 seconds was him producing, from seemingly nowhere, a bottle of lube. David spent the next blissful minutes really working my ass. One finger, then two – sometimes thrusting deeply while jacking me. I had just started to get lost in the finger-fucking, "Follow me." He got up leaving my hole suddenly, and disappointedly, empty, and walked down the hallway to his bedroom.
"Lay down on your back," as he pointed to the end of the bed. As I laid down David rolled a condom down his cock and coated it with more lube. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled my ass to the very end of the bed and put a pillow, then a towel under me. I reached around a spread my ass cheeks apart, giving him a ready target. He start with short, shallow strokes, going just a little deeper each time. When he hit balls deep I gasped – his perfect length and generous girth was owning my ass. He pulled back just a little, then bottomed out again…and again…and again. Each time he moved further out before penetrating me fully. This guy knows how to fuck.
The next 30 minutes were pretty fervent. On my back, on my stomach, straddling him, doing the reverse cowboy then on my back again. "You can sure take the dick," he said between audible inhalations and exhalations. Not going to lie, I was pretty proud to hear that.
The last five or so minutes before he came I closed my eyes, relaxed every muscle in my body and just let him fuck me. If it was possible, I felt his dick swelling, really stretching my hole as he increased the pace, grinding into me. After zoning out for a bit, I wrapped my legs around his waist, dug my heels into his (rock-hard) ass and rode him from below. He pulled way back then brought it home with a vengeance, lifting my ass way off the bed as I felt him pulse inside me. As he stood taught, I moved my ass up and down, milking every drop he had.
His thighs and upper body relaxed, he took a final, large breath then pulled out of me. For about 60 seconds I just laid there, experiencing the anal aftershocks of the deep dicking I had just been gifted. When I returned to earth, I scooted off the bed, knelt before him and rolled off the condom. Grabbing my towel, I softly wiped his shaft and balls, then took him back into my mouth. Damn, that man's dick tastes so good.
"You want another beer before you go?" That was my cue. "Just let me use your bathroom." I gathered my clothes and closed the door behind me, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. "You just got fucked." "Yes I did," the reflections replied. A quick rinse and wipe then I got dressed.
"Can I call you again?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, then said yes.
Home, good hot shower and some after-care for my ass. I sit here at my desk, my hole is the nice kind of sore and I'm still buzzing inside.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ftiek/cl_hook_up_new_bottom_gets_an_assfull_mm