I returned to the gay club with the same aim: to fuck a guy. I drank more than usual, and late in the evening, a gorgeous blond boy chatted with me. He stood five feet six, with a medium frame and an adorable grin.
“It’s got quiet,” he said.
“Yeah, it looks like it’s almost home time.”
“My apartment’s across the road. You wanna come over?” the boy said with yearning in his eyes.
“Let’s go then,” I gripped his hand.
His ‘apartment’ contained a small seven by ten feet room. We climbed onto his single bed, with him on his back, and I lay on top of him. We kissed, and he unbuttoned my shirt.
“Take these off,” he whispered.
“I want you naked on the bed,” I said while undressing.
He ripped off his clothes and spread his legs.
I crawled onto the bed and pecked him, pushed my arms under his knees, lifted his legs, and admired his perfect hairless pink pucker.
“Do you have any cream?” I asked, and he pointed to a bottle of baby oil.
I dripped four drops on two fingers and rubbed the oil into his hole. My first finger melted into his ass. I pressed a thumb, which slipped in comfortably, and twisted two crossed fingers inside him.
“You have a condom?” I asked while massaging his hole.
He pointed to a cap with five condoms stitched into the hood, which read, “In an emergency break glass,” and he had suffered two emergencies.
I ripped the condom wrapper open with my teeth, and he rolled the rubber over my shaft in one swift gesture. I smeared oil into my cock, hoisted his legs, and fell into his ass.
Pressing my fists into the mattress, I sunk my hips and muscled out of him.
“Did you douche?” I asked.
“Yeah, I dushed earlier.”
“Nice. I like clean ass,” I grinned.
I climbed off him, stood on the side of the bed, and rolled off the condom, “Suck me.”
He clutched my shaft and wrapped his tongue around my head. His mouth pushed on my cock, and he whirled his wrists as he worked my rod.
“Let me lie on the bed, and you suck me,” I said.
He crept between my legs, gripped my shaft, and slipped his mouth on my cock. His superb technique might have driven me to cum had I not interrupted him.
“Ride my dick,” I said, hoping he forgot the condom.
He stood over me and lowered onto my bare cock. With my entire rod inside him, he twitched his ass, but the position never satisfied me.
“Like on your back,” I said. I dripped three drops of baby oil on my shaft, lifted his legs, and plunged into him. “This feels better,” I shoved hard into him. My abs clapped his ass, and I fucked faster, “I’m gonna cum.” He gazed into my eyes, cupped his palms on his butt, and stretched his cheeks apart. “I’m cumming, ahh, I’m cumming.”
I shuddered as I blew into him. The baby oil created a painful sensation on my head. I tenderly fucked him, shot again inside him, and grunted. My cock lost sensitivity, and I pulled out of him.
His ass gaped three fingers wide, and my spunk ran from his hole and splashed on the bedcover. His gapping hole shrank, which each sphincter contraction and once closed, a thick bead of cum pooled in his entrance. As his muscles contracted, the dot disappeared and reappeared when relaxed.
“You like looking at my hole,” he said.
“Yeah, you’ve got a nice ass.”
“Thanks,” he beamed.
I rinsed my cock in the basin in his shared bathroom at the end of the hall.
I kissed him goodbye and left.
We met again and played in my apartment. I cannot remember the boy’s name but may have begun with an E.
