By Melina Catts
February 12 2006
I had been lurking around in cyber space for a few months, but one can only pull one’s pud in front of a CRT screen for so long until it starts to become rather boring. So when RockHard wanted to hook up in 'real-life' I thought, what the hell?
We agreed to meet at a coffee shop. One can never be too careful; besides we both needed to see the merchandise first, right? He said he would be the guy wearing a blue baseball cap and a gray t-shirt.
I spotted him as soon as I walked in. He had his back to me so I was able to check him out before I went over to introduce myself. I have to say that from the backside he wasn't half bad.
"I'm Doug," I said as I stuck my hand out for him to shake. I never give my real name in situations like this. I mean, there are some real sickos out there, I should know.
"Steve," he said, shaking my hand. I doubt that was his real name either. He was about my age, maybe a year or so younger. He had dark hair and these soft brown eyes that made me think of a cup of hot chocolate. "You want some coffee?"
"Not really," I answered.
"So, you want to do this?"
"Sure," I answered, "Do you have some place in mind?"
He shrugged, "I guess we could go to my place, as long as you aren't some weirdo."
"Not dangerously weird anyway," I tried to joke.
Apparently he didn't see the humor as he simply stared at me, like he was trying to assess me. I must have passed his test because after a moment he stood. "Let's go."
I followed him out, noting that he was about two inches taller than me and again, that nice ass wagged in front of me as we exited the building.
"Tell me where we're going and I'll follow you." There was no way I was going to his place without a means of escape.
He gave me an address and pointed over to a dark green Beemer. "That's my ride," he said. "See you in a few, then." I nodded and strode off to my own 'ride'.
When we pulled up in front of his house, I almost kept driving. I mean, I didn't know who this guy was, or what he did for a living, nor did I care, but by the looks of his house and his car he definitely wasn't hurting for money. Completely out of my league of living from one paycheck to the next. I also couldn't believe he would bring a complete stranger home like this. I mean, I barely have a pot to piss in and there is no way I would bring someone home I didn't know for fear they would rob me blind. By the looks of his house, this guy actually had something to steal.
I pulled my car into the driveway behind his. He got out and stood by his car as he waited for me to climb out of my shit mobile. "Nice place," I said; nothing like stating the obvious.
He shrugged; I suppose he had heard it before. "Ready?"
He led me around the side of the house and through a gate into the back yard. It was dark, but I could make out a swimming pool off to the right. We walked down a path to what must have been the guesthouse; only this guesthouse was bigger than most people's homes.
He pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door.
"So do you live back here, or is this just a fuck pad?"
He gave me a look that said he wasn’t playing a game of twenty questions and turned his back to me, pulling his shirt over his head as he did.
I watched the muscles ripple in his back as he shed his clothes. "The bed's this way," he said and began walking away from me.
I followed him through the house into a dimly lit bedroom. He turned to me and reached out grabbing my shirttail and pulling it over my head. "Let's get you out of these," he said softly.
I stepped closer to him, capturing him in a kiss as my hands slid down to unfasten his jeans. Within seconds, we were both naked and embracing, letting our hands explore each other's body. He led me over to the bed and pushed me back until I fell, sitting with my head looking straight at his rigid cock.
"Suck it," he whispered.
I took him into my mouth slowly; sliding him across my tongue, then back out to my lips. His musky smell enveloped my nostrils as I slid him back into my mouth and down my throat. He moaned and his hands found my hair, grabbing on, holding me in place. I swallowed around him and I felt him tremble as another moan escaped his lips.
He held my head still as he pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Lay back,” he said.
I scooted up onto the bed and lay with my head on a pillow. “I don’t usually bottom.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Neither do I.”
I nodded in response, looks like I was getting fucked tonight. “Okay.”
He smiled and crawled onto the bed, leaning down over me. “You have an excellent body,” he said. “Nice abs.” He ran a finger lightly over my stomach.
His finger traced down over my crotch and down across my balls. He rolled my sack in his hand. “Nice and heavy.” Then he snaked his hand down to my ass, teasing at my hole. “You don’t bottom, do you?” he said. “I thought you were just saying that.”
He leaned over to open up a drawer in the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. “Looks like we may need plenty of this.”
He popped open the top of the container and turned it over, letting it dribble out on to my dick and sac. “Auugghh,” I moaned. The liquid was cool and the sensation of it running over my cock and balls down to my ass tickled.
He closed the bottle and tossed it on the bed beside us. Then his hand was back at my hole, circling it lazily. His other hand found my dick and began stroking it slowly. The whole time his eyes stared into mine, watching me with desire.
My eyes drifted closed as he slid a finger in and began twisting it to open me up. Then he added a second finger, scissoring me to prepare my ass to accommodate his cock. He continued this until I was bucking under him, trying to gain more contact.
“You ready?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
I whimpered when he pulled his hands away from my ass and my dick to sheath his cock in a condom. He lifted my legs over his shoulders then leaned down and kissed me, pushing my knees up by my ears.
Then I felt him at my hole again, ready to gain entrance. I held my breath as he pushed in and I felt my body spreading to accommodate his girth. The pinch of pain quickly gave way to pleasure as he pushed in far enough to stroke across my prostate. He stopped there with his balls pressed up against my ass, giving me time to adjust.
I let out my breath and nodded that I was ready. He began to thrust in a steady motion, angling to brush my gland with each stroke. “Oh God, you are so tight,” he moaned.
I slid my hands down his back, feeling his soft skin over his muscles as his body worked, thrusting into me again and again. I could feel his balls slapping my ass with every stroke.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “You are so fucking tight.”
After that I think all coherent thought left me, all I can remember are moans and sighs and the sound of his body slapping into mine.
Then I felt his hand on my dick, pumping me, milking me. “I’m not going to last much longer, your ass is too hot,” he said.
I felt my sac tighten and knew I was about to explode. His cock brushed over my prostate again and my cock erupted, shooting with enough force that my spunk landed on the headboard of his bed.
Then I felt his cock grow impossibly larger, swelling with its seed before his orgasm took him. “Aaauugghh,” he cried out, and then collapsed on top of me.
When we both had had a minute to recover, he rolled off of me, pulling off the condom and tying it off as he lay on his back beside me. “Wow,” he finally said. “That was much better than cyber sex.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. It most certainly was.
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