Having learned from unpleasant earlier meets, I requested a photo before meeting Colin, and we chatted on the phone for an hour.
A charming, senior chat moderator, the twenty-one-year-old Colin, invited me to his apartment for fun.
Stockier than his photo suggested and with an oily face, I traveled for the meet and wanted a reward for my efforts.
We chatted before heading to the bedroom.
“Suck it,” I said, and he sucked my cock hard. “I want to see your ass.”
Colin bent, his chunky cheeks spread, and exposed his purple pucker.
I lubed his hole, rolled on the condom, and pushed into him. His ass glove-like, not tight and not loose, but I hated the latex wrapping. I fucked for twenty minutes and worked a sweat.
The dirty condom softened my boner. I pulled out and deliberately peeled the plastic from my cock, which I discarded on the floor.
“Suck me and make me cum,” I said.
“I want you to fuck me till you cum.”
“Your ass’s dirty.”
“But I douched. Wait, I’ll go douche again.” He stepped to the bathroom. “I’m all clean,” he declared as he returned.
“Do you have another condom?” He opened his drawer.
“Choose one.”
What a variety of condoms, multi colors, brands, and sizes. “Jesus, this dude’s a real slut,” I said to myself.
I rolled a red rubber on my shaft and lubed the latex. Colin bent, and I slid back inside him.
I pounded deep and fast. Colin loved being fucked hard. He moaned, and I thrust faster and faster until I clapped against his ass.
I worked a sweat again with little enjoyment, but the rubber remained clean.
“I can’t feel anything with the condom. When were you last tested?” I asked.
“About two weeks ago, I got my results yesterday. And you?”
“One month.”
The latex flew across the room, and I lubed my bare cock and slipped back in him. His soft ass, a thousand times better raw than wrapped. I fucked deep and fast, and my groin slapped his cheeks with each thrust.
Close to cumming, I pounded Colin hard without oversensitivity on my head. Sweat beaded on my forehead. As I blew inside him, I continued fucking with my head still pleasurable.
A minute later, ready to cum, my sensitivity returned. I eased my stride until I blew in Colin’s ass with sweat pouring from my face. Three minutes passed, and my head became sensitive. I shot inside him, slowed, and switched to gentle strokes, which still produced an intense sensation on my cock.
I continued the slow back and forth and built to cum again. My head supersensitive; I shot one last time in him. I savored the wetness of his ass, enjoying the superb sensation on my head.
“Are you close to cumming?” he asked.
“I’ve already cum.”
“You came inside me!” He pulled my cock from his ass. “I did not want you cumming inside me!” He ran to the bathroom.
I stood naked with my dick softening. Colin flushed and returned to the bedroom.
“I’m sorry for my outburst.”
“Sorry I came inside you. I didn’t realize you didn’t want me to. You’ve nothing to worry about.”
He smiled, “I enjoyed it. Do you want a shower?”
“Yeah, thanks,” and he passed me a towel.
I showered, dried, and dressed.
“Stay in touch,” he said, “I’ll chat with you on IRC,” he said as I left.
That evening Colin promoted me to senior-moderator, which meant no junior might kick or block me from the channel.
Not a memorable fuck, but I learned to multiple-orgasm with Colin and affirmed I hated condoms. Compared with my first horrific online meets, Colin was a prize.
