Date: Thu, 31 May 2018 19:20:09 +0000 From: Jack Stories Subject: Meeting Connor - Chapter 1 Hey! This is only my second time writing something for the site but I've been a reader for a very long time. I'd be really grateful for any feedback that you could send my way. My email is storiesbyjack@hotmail.com and I've set up a tumblr storiesbyjack.tumblr.com where I'm going to put updates and different things I find hot. The stories are mine and any similarity to anyone, living or dead, or real life events is just a coincidence. These stories are about sex between guys so, if you are offended by that, you shouldn't carry on reading this. It is set in England. ********************** Chapter 1 of "Meeting Connor" I've never been in a relationship. I'm in my mid-30s and I've never been in a relationship. What's more? I'm fucking proud of it! From the age of 17, I've been out there fucking cock-hungry bottom sluts and there's no way that my number isn't in the thousands. In fact, I don't think I've gone more than 4 days without fucking someone since my first time. It helps that I'm a good-looking guy: my hair is dark, short and is always styled well; my body is buff, from the healthy amount of gym addiction I've had since I was a teenager, and hairy like a real man and then we come to my crowning glory. Being attractive has got me a lot of tight twink arse, there's no doubt about that, but it's my cock that really gets me anyone I want: 8.5 inches of solid uncut meat with an equally impressive girth. It has a slight curve upwards in a way that really hits that special spot in a slut when I'm fucking him. As you can probably tell, I like sex. No, I fucking love sex and it's always been something that's come easily to me. All the time, I hear from people who haven't had sex in months or years and they tell me how it's so hard to find the right guy. Once they do, all they do is whine about being in a relationship and the problems it brings. No, for me it's all about the sex. That is, at least, until I met Connor. Now, I want to be clear. I wasn't looking for someone like him to turn up and, as you'll read, it was never my intention for him to be anything more than just another fuck. But, things don't always turn out like you planned. It was a typical Saturday and I'd been out the night before. I'm normally out on a Friday; I have a few drinks with my mates in one of the local bars in Leeds after work has finished. We don't get too mad and are definitely old enough to know our limits when it comes to alcohol. As my mates start to head home to their wives, boyfriends and families, I always turn my attention to the goal of my evening: finding the next fuck toy. Last night had been no exception and I woke to find a little mess of blond hair between my legs and a tongue on my hairy balls. I'd tell you his name but, to be perfectly truthful, I'd forgotten before I'd even got him home nevermind the next morning. "Mmm fuck," I groaned out as I woke from a deep and satisfying sleep. The blond took his tongue away and lifted his head to say good morning. At least, he tried to but before he'd even got out a word, my hands had pushed him right back into my balls. Taking the hint, his tongue carried on working. "Yeah, that's a good boy," I moaned, "Lick Daddy's big sweaty balls. Show me what you're good for." His tongue doubled it's effects as it danced around my sack. I'd made sure to make the lad tongue me a lot down there the night before so he knew just what to do when he woke up in the morning. In fact, I told him that if I didn't wake up to him sucking on my balls then I'd never give him my cock again. Obviously, the threat had inspired the filthy little slut and I was rewarded with a morning blowjob. Most lads struggle to take my cock. To be honest with you, many of them give up and end up just trying to suck on the head and wank the rest. You can imagine my reaction to that. If you're going to try to suck someone's cock then you need to push yourself to take it. There's no lazy sex here! So when the blond slut tried to use his hand to work the bottom half of my cock, you won't be surprised to hear that I took hold of his head in both of my big hands and forced him down. The sound of him gagged and choking was heavenly and I could feel his spit dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and down onto my balls. I fucking love sloppy blowjobs. When I eventually let him up, his eyes were watering and his face was covered in throat slime. He was sexy as hell - just the way a dirty bitchboi should look in the morning. He started trying to speak to him but, quite frankly, I wasn't interested. This slut was here for one reason only. I stood up and, when the twink tried to join me, I pushed him back down onto the bed. He was laid on his back with his hanging over the edge. He knew what was coming and, like a good little whore, he opened his mouth. I love seeing a lad's throat bulge as he struggles to take my cock and this boy didn't disappoint. He was gagging as I forced all of my cock into his throat, proving that he could definitely deepthroat huge cock and that he was wrong to half-arse it earlier. "That's a good little slut," I told him, "Take every fucking inch." I don't know whether he tried to reply but he was certainly gurgling around my huge dick. I buried my cock all the way inside and held it there. He was clearly starting to panic and his hands moved to my legs, trying to push me off. It was a futile effort given my size and strength compared to his but I wasn't about to let him think he could do that. Taking hold of his forearms, I forced them to his side and pinned them there as I continued to hold my cock deep within his throat. After a little while, I pulled completely out, leaving the blond gasping for air. You might think he was about to give me some lip for using his throat like that but he didn't. Instead, he bent over on the bed, on all fours, and started to beg me. "Please Daddy," he started, "Please fuck my nasty little hole." Never let it be said that you have to ask me twice. I gave him everything he asked for - all 8.5 inches plunged straight into his hole. In fairness, he took it pretty well. Well, better than he took it last night anyway. Luckily for him, he was still a little loose and that meant he could take it better when I started to slam my dick into him. "Fuck yes, Daddy! I need your cock Daddy!" I love a bit of dirty talk during sex and I made sure that this blond twink knew exactly what I thought of him. "Yes you nasty little whore. Give me that nasty boycunt! You're a fucking faggot cockwhore aren't you?" He cried out in between his moans and pants: "Yes Daddy! I'm a nasty whore! I need cock Daddy!" I reached out and pulled his arms away which caused his body to drop and his face to hit the bed. He grunted as I pulled them behind his back, giving him more leverage and opening up his hole further so I could get even deeper in. "Yesssss Daddy! Fuck!" His cries had become simply a mixture of these three words, pants and moans. I doubt the twink could even think straight as I drove my rock hard cock into him again and again. My heavy balls slapped against his arse and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I flooded him with my spunk. I let his hands fall and climbed on top of his back. My body weight was now pinning him to the bed and allowing me to drive my cock into him faster. My lips went to his neck and I started to bite. Moving one of my hands to his face, I let the slut take some of my fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them as they were smaller cocks. He was completely in a daze as my orgasm approached. I love feeling my cum flood a lad's hole. There is nothing better then breeding a dirty cumwhore twink who is literally begging you for it. That was the case here and he tried to plead out, his mouth around my fingers, and beg me to shoot my seed deep inside him. Who am I to hold back so I did exactly that and let every last drop of my cum coat the insides of this dirty twink. It had been an hour since I kicked the boy out. He'd asked to have a shower first so he could deal with the cum running down his legs. I told him that he should be grateful for any cum I'd left inside him and made sure to tell him what a lucky twink he was as I closed the door in his face. I'm not one for cuddling and hanging around after sex. The only reason the blond had slept over was so that I could use him again in the morning before sending him home. That's always been my way. Sometimes, I'll see the same lad again, there are only a finite number of sexy bottom twinks in Leeds, but there were never any strings attached. That was just the way I wanted it and, as you've seen from this morning's fun, I always get what I want. The gym was next on the agenda so I got all of my gear ready and headed out. I don't go to the gym every day but most days a week. Originally, it started out purely as a way of keeping fit but I found out pretty soon that a gym, particularly one in a slightly gayer area of the city, was a good place to meet cock hungry sluts. That is especially true when you walk through the changing rooms completely naked. Yes, I'm one of those people but, with my body and cock, can you blame me? Alas, there was no nasty slut waiting to drink my post-workout load in the showers today so, after finishing my work out, I headed home and got myself on Grindr. That was when it all changed. That was when I met Connor. ********************** Thank for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it - I certainly enjoyed writing it. 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