a night stand

I could feel his gaze on me. Casually, I looked out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be attractive enough, tall and muscular, just the way I liked them. I handed the cashier the money for my coffee and sat at a nearby table. I pulled out my ragged paperback and opened it to the bookmarked page.
“Mind if I sit down?”

Before I could reply he pulled out the chair and sat directly in front of me. He looked at the cover of my book.

“Are you a big mystery fan?” he asked.

“You could say that,” I casually replied.

Actually, I hadn’t read a word of the book. I just carried it around as a prop whenever I went cruising. I smiled, put the bookmark back in its place and laid the book down giving him my full attention.

His eyes were a deep blue. His hair was the color of sunflowers, my favorite; I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. This night I wanted to be coy. I was willing to play the part of his twink conquest.

“Are you from here?” he asked.

I looked into his eyes and replied, “Would you like to go back to my place? I live just around the corner.”

From his expression I could tell he was taken aback by my frankness, but I didn’t feel like playing games. We both knew what this was about; neither of us was new at it. He shook his head yes. I watched as he stood up. I could see his semi hard cock through his basketball shorts. I led the way out of the coffee house and onto the busy street. He followed closely behind.

The doorman greeted us with a knowing smile. He knew me too well. I blushed slightly and went inside. In the elevator I tasted his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me against the wall. His mouth tore into mine. His hands caressed me through my clothing.

The beep of the elevator interrupted us. Hesitantly, we pulled away from each other. I grabbed him by the hand and led him down the long and narrow corridor. My fingers shook as I struggled with the lock. Calm down, I thought to myself, you’ll be riding that stallion soon enough.

Once we got inside we wasted little time getting rid of our clothes. His hands rapidly undressed me. I loved the way they tore and grabbed at me.

I pulled away and, for the first time, really got a look at him; with one hand I traced his chest. He laid his head back and let me explore him. He had such broad shoulders and muscular arms. I ran my fingers through the curly hairs on his chest. It was such a nice contrast to my naturally smooth and slim physique. My hand followed the furry trail until it met the base of his cock, which was covered in blond curly pubes.

I took his fat cock in my hands, instantly it responded to my touch growing harder and bigger in front of my eyes. Slowly, I stroked his veiny shaft up and down with my fingers making him moan with pleasure. I traced down to his big nut sac. It was shaven smooth, which felt so nice. The harder I squeezed his nuts the bigger his cock grew.

With my finger I followed his shaft all the way to his fat mushroom head. Pre-cum oozed onto my finger, which I put to my lips. It was a good mixture of salty and sweet, I thought. I leaned down and cleaned his hole of pre cum. His moans beckoned me for more, and I gladly took him in my mouth.

I tried to deep throat him, but he was too large. I relaxed my jaw and with my tongue worked up and down his shaft. He felt so good in my mouth; it made me want to take more of him. It took a lot of effort, but soon my nose was buried deep in blond pubes. I took in his masculine scent, a nice mixture of sweat and sex that sent my head spinning. Placing his hands on the back of my head, he pressed me down further making me gag at first, but soon I recovered and matched him thrust for thrust.

His cock made love to my mouth; thrusting deep in and out, gripping me tighter he filled my mouth with his seed. It was a sweet taste. I couldn’t get enough of it. I drank up all he had to offer and milked him for more. He stroked my hair and waited until he was limp before pulling out of my mouth.

I stood up and he pulled me into his arms. His hands traveled the length of my back down to my smooth cheeks. Slowly he parted them, his finger inching its way closer to my center. I held on tight as he began to dig inside of me. He lowered me onto the couch pulling my legs over his shoulders. I leaned back and let him spread my cheeks open with his large hands.

He lowered his head to my rosebud. I relaxed my legs and let his tongue enter my sphincter. With gentle strokes, his tongue worked in and out of me. I grabbed at the cushions of the couch, anything to steady myself from the intense sensation I was feeling. It was the first time a man had tasted me there and it was an incredibly intense feeling.

I leaned my head back and screamed out as he slipped his index finger into me. It reached inside of me until it found my magic spot. Alternating between his fingers and his wet tongue he brought me to orgasm. Streams of creamy cum shot out of me, covering my smooth chest.

When I finished coming he pulled himself up to me. Our bodies tight against each other’s on the couch, he wrapped his arms around me as I rested my head on his chest. We stayed that way the rest of the night, talking and getting to know each other.