Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2019 11:21:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Michael Pendragon <michaelpendragon19@yahoo.com>
Subject: Until last night

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I never get fucked.  Ever. Until last night.

Billy, a 31 yo guy I last played with last fall, messaged me yesterday to
ask if I'd be available if he got a hotel room. Since I'd had a good romp
with Dan and Bill, and then Wyatt, the day before I wasn't sure I'd be up
for it.

But Billy is a sexy man. He's 5'10, about 185 pounds, athletic, short dark
blond hair, moderately hairy body. And an 8 inch cock. Six inches
around. Big balls.

I went to his room as soon as he arrived and watched a ball game on TV
while he cleaned up. Then he came out and asked me to shower with him. I
stepped behind the curtain and stepped behind him, pressing my hard cock
into his buns, running my hands down his soapy chest, then grabbing his
hard cock.  I had forgotten how big it is, a true handful of pulsing man
meat. We spent 15 minutes in the shower, enjoying body contact, soapy
washing and kissing. Lots of kissing.  Billy is an epic kisser.

We tried sucking each other but a shower is awkward space, so I turned off
the water and we dried each other before collapsing on the bed. "What do
you want to do?" I asked.

"Anything you want. You're in charge," he said.

For the next 20 minutes we sucked and nibbled and kissed, ground out
crotches together and made love.  That's the only word for it. Billy is
incredibly sensual, his hands roamed all over my back and torso, knowing
the precise spots to massage for maximum pleasure.

Somehow, I ended up on my back in the rumpled bed in the dark room, Billy
between my legs, his big cock rubbing along mine as we ground our crotches
together and kissed some more. Then his cock slipped below my balls and ran
along my ass crack.  It felt good. I didn't object. Nor did I anticipate
this going further. My left leg stretched sideways a bit and his cock tip
touched my hole and stayed there.  IUt felt so good. My right leg moved a
bit and my hips lifted off the bed slightly.  His cock was right in that
delightful soft spot. I liked it. A lot. I shifted my weight and pushed
toward him and the tip barely entered.

Oh my god! Was I really doing this? I never. Ever. Bottom.

I had hoped to top him tonight.

He reached over and grabbed the lube, drizzled a bit on my hole and along
his cock. He put the bottle down and gently pushed. He was inside. And it
didn't hurt.  In fact it felt really, really good. Over the next few
minutes he worked all eight inches into me, gently pushing, probing,
hitting spots I'd never felt before -- except as a top or with my fingers
probing a guy's swollen prostate as I suck him.

I kept muttering, "I never do this."  He smiled in the half light and
pushed in and said, "You are now. It's all the way in."

I felt so full, so fulfilled. I was so hard, leaking pre cum as I jerked my
hard cock. I pushed back on him, raising and lowering my hips to match his
gentle thrusts. We went on for 10 minutes, never pushing for release,
merely enjoying the sensations.

He slipped out. And I farted. Ugh. I sprinted for the bathroom to make sure
everything was OK. I was clean as a whistle.  So was he. I looked at myself
in the mirror, shook my head, grinned and went back to bed. He was prone,
slowly working his cock. I snuggled into him, my back against his belly. He
reached for my soft cock and rubbed my shoulder with his other hand.

"I'll take that back rub," I said, rolling onto my front and he climbed on,
his rubbery hard cock resting in my ass crack. It was a nice back rub,
which became more than a rub as he pushed his cock into me again. I lifted
my buttocks to allow him better access and he slid deep.  But this was not
a pleasant position for me. It hurt. And it seemed as if he was going
deeper and in the wrong direction to please me.

We disengaged. He looked disappointed. Until I rolled him onto his back and
climbed aboard. By now my hole was expanded and slippery with lube. My cock
was soft but very sensitive. I slid all the way down.  We both moaned. He
thrust upward, gently, and I matched by pushing down. Yes. That was the
spot he hit before when my knees were by my ears. He lay the gently
thrusting, eyes closed, as I moved my hips. My cock was now hard as I
furiously jerked it. His cock was making me crazy as I felt my impending
orgasm.

I exploded cum all over his belly and chest, rope after rope spewed from
me. Then I collapsed on his chest, my cum smearing between us as I gasped
for breath. He continued slight prodding with his rod as he rubbed my back,
shoulders and buttocks as I came down from my high. Such a considerate
lover.

I dismounted and went to the bathroom to wash up. My cum gleamed in the
light. Coming back, Billy was sprawled on the bed slowly jerking his cock.
I couldn't believe that thing had been inside me. And that it didn't
hurt. And that I had cum while riding it.

"How can I help?" I asked as I slid beside him. "I can't take that again,
but I want you to cum."

"I don't need to cum," he said.

"Yes, you do," I said as I replaced his hand with mine and lowered my mouth
to lick and munch on his inner thigh, that wonderfully sensitive spot near
the ball sack that most guys ignore.  He softly moaned and thrust into my
hand. This went on for another 15 minutes, gently pleasuring his big dick,
kissing, rubbing, writhing bodies feeling good.

Eventually Billy came while my right leg was squeezed between his
thighs. My right hand held and caressed his bum, my left hand rubbed his
thigh, his arm, his chest, his head as we kissed and he wanked. With a huff
of air and a low groan he unloaded his hot sperm all over my belly and
chest. A decent load. Sweet smelling. I held him as he relaxed. Rubbing the
back of his head and neck. Whispering gentle words and nuzzling his face
with my nose and mouth.

We chatted as his cum dried, bodies still linked, hands rubbing and
soothing each other.

But it was late. I had to go. I quickly dressed and with a final kiss was
out the door and on the way home.

I can't believe it. I never get fucked. Ever. Until last night.

If you liked this story, please write me at michaelpendragon19@yahoo.com