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Please read before continuing! This is EXTREMELY GRAPHIC AND SEXUAL. The following contains deep explanations of sexual acts and is completely and utterly 18+. Read at your own risk.
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This story is based on true events, but names and places have been changed to preserve identities.
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It was dark. We were sitting on his bed, a bed I was completely unfamiliar with. But I guess I was unfamiliar with all of him. That's what made it easy, what made it fun.
His fingers grazed my cheek just before he pulled me in for another kiss. His thin lips were warm and welcoming, perfectly matching my own. They were soft, but not like I-just-put-on-chapstick soft. It was more like an I-stay-hydrated soft. They opened up my own, and his tongue confidently but comfortingly stroked my bottom lip before pursuing further. I couldn't help but reach up to his own face, and in doing so I welcomed his hands to wander.
He pulled me in closer, his hands pulling up my shirt while our lips stayed together. It was like dancing, and he was just so good at it. The only time we separated was to remove my shirt, then his own. He threw both to the floor before pulling me in again, skin touching skin, lips exploring lips. My hands wrapped around him, mimicking his movements on my own. He felt strong, safe, and firm. His skin was warm.
My heart didn't flutter like in other situations like this. No, this was strictly dealing with urges. No love. No desire for it. And yet, I found myself wanting to melt into his touch. I found myself falling for him in a way an artist falls in love with their muse. He was my next project, my new drug. I didn't even know his last name.
With one hand on my back, and our lips barely parting, he twisted me so that I was on my back and facing him, leaning above me. My eyes started adjusting to the low exposure, and the window just above his bed allowed in a blue light that landed lovingly on his nose. I took in a breath, and noticed that is bed smelled fresh. Like clean sheets and grass, for some reason. He smelled good. My eyes wandered down for a moment, glancing at his build. God, I hit the jackpot. I could see a soft smile on his lips before they came crashing back into my own.
He was beautiful. I didn't even need to see him in the dark to remember the warmth of his eyes, the dimple on his right cheek that stood out like a sore thumb when he awkwardly smiled. His teeth were perfect, and when he spoke, his gaze drifted off to somewhere distant. Probably back to Huntington Beach, where he was from. I still couldn't believe I landed a water polo boy from California.
I let out a small moan, just for him. A gift, for his good work. He responded with a low noise of his own, and worked his mouth down to my neck. A small spike of fear hit me because I could not deal with a hickey tomorrow, but it felt so nice that I stayed quiet. Also, his hands. They kept wandering, now down to my pants.
I'm usually one who likes taking things slow. I like asking if everything is ok, if any little movement I do is something my partner wants. But this? Not having to dictate every single movement and maneuver? It was mature. It was sexy. And, most importantly, I felt safe in the swimmer's bed. But I didn't want to be safe in that moment. I wanted to be railed. Hard.
He started removing my pants, then my underwear. He sat between my legs, hands on me. Then, he asked if he could go down on me. I wasn't expecting it, seriously. I think he took my hesitation as a no, but I quickly allowed him to go down. I don't know. It really doesn't do much for me, and I told him this. Also, straight guys never want to go down there. But him? This? It made it sexier. So I allowed him.
His lips kissed my stomach, down to my recently shaved... well you get the idea. His mouth consumed me. I could feel his every movement with his lips, his tongue, his breath. He felt good. God, it felt so good. My hand moved down to his head, fingers tangling in his short, straight brown hair. I moaned a bit, and I wasn't faking it. It felt great. His hand stretched up between my breasts, showing his control. I linked my fingers with his there, to show him I was also in control. He hit a spot, and I arched my back. It felt like a great, wonderfully lustful massage between my legs. If we had known each other for more than a few days and if this wasn't our first meeting, I would've instructed him to use his fingers. But I let him do his thing.
After a bit, he sat up, wiping his mouth. I wasn't going to offer it at first, as it is a treat when I do so, but I offered it nonetheless. I offered to return the favor. I was in a good mood. He responded yes, only If I would like to.
Of course I would like to. I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to give you head, man.
It was his turn to lay down. I got in between his legs, and he took off his boxers. That's when I saw it. This huge, sexy, perfect dick. I'm not trying to sound like a porn star, but this man was the whole package with the perfect package. Only issue was that it was quite large. Oh well, I'm good at what I do. So I started.
I started stroking, softly, building up spit in my mouth for lubricant. I then leaned towards it, slowly, like a snake seeking to bite. I took the head into my mouth, pursing my lips and remembering to keep my teeth far away. The moment of impact, he moaned. Man moans are so fucking sexy. It's encouraging, too. So I continued. My tongue ran clockwise around his head, three times, before I put it back into my mouth. It was a good dick. It felt good. So I continued, methodically, rhythmically, to his moans and to my own beat. I shut out the world in that moment. It was only me, this dick, and his moans.
I almost took it all down, but he asked if I wanted to put it in yet. I was again surprised. I thought guys wanted their dicks sucked for long periods of time, considering how much they focused on it in porn. But whatever, I wasn't gonna say no to that.
He put his hand on my cheek and pulled me into a passionate kiss. A man! Kissing me!After sucking him off! This man was getting better by the second. I tasted myself on his lips. Not too bad, me. Once I pulled away, I invited us to continue. He again spun me around and placed me softly on the bed.
He put on a condom, and I told him to go slow at first because, well, he was huge and I was slightly nervous. Like a fucking virgin. But he again smiled. Before going in, his fingers wandered back down there, and entered me. That's what gets me, the internal stuff. I couldn't help but release a small noise. He prepared me well, and softly. He continued kissing me. After a bit, he put his head to my entrance and slowly, but surely, pushed inside.
And yeah. I was right. It was huge.
It genuinely felt so good. I wish I could explain it in more detail. It's kind of like when you gasp for air after sitting under water. In a pool, during a hot day in summer, where it's way too hot outside to keep your head above the chlorine waves but you still have to breathe. So yeah. His dick was like a breath of fresh air.
His thrusts were slow, but very deep. I covered my mouth instinctively, as I do tend to get quite loud. But he looked down on me, placed his hand on my own, and told me that I didn't have to be quiet.
So I wasn't.
And the night continued on. In the dark. Heavy breathing and sweating. Hands wandering. Lips meeting and separating. Skin slapping skin. Mouths agape, breathing, moaning, dripping with lust. Sweating. Moaning. Yearning. Then release. That sweet, sweet release.
I could probably explain it more poetically. I could go into detail, explain how his rhythm was great, how his stamina from working out showed with his sex, but I really could not think during it. I think I finished before he did. Not like I would let him know that. Regardless, it was just what I needed.
We are definitely gonna do that again.
