Meeting guys on IRC requires continuous effort, and I maintained several conversations to guarantee a meet.
I enjoyed the chat chase and, once hooked, wanted to meet and fuck, entertaining no further small-talk.
The evening the American people elected Bill Clinton for a second presidential term, I planned on meeting a guy. After we agreed on the time, he disappeared. Horny, I pursued another man, which resulted in two guys on their way to my apartment.
The first arrived, gorgeous, tall, and slim with light blond hair, and the sickly paleness I enjoy.
I invited him straight to the room where we kissed, and I removed his glasses. He was nineteen and gorgeous. I wish I remembered his name as I still masturbate over him. Malcolm is his name for this story. I’m sure his name started with an M.
Mindful, another guy might arrive at any minute; I undressed Malcolm. I caressed his neck, licked his nipples and stomach, and ran my tongue over his shaft and balls. My hands gripped his toned legs. I discounted the possibility of fucking him doggy style and desired him full missionary — face-to-face.
I lifted his legs and wrapped my mouth around his perfect pink hairless pucker, with my pink asshole fetish born from him. His ass fresh, and his body scent was hypnotizing with a musky cologne.
Malcolm’s impressive soda-can eleven-inch cock rose to full attention, his nuts the size of chicken eggs. The size of his cock excited me even though he stood a zero chance of enjoying my ass.
I wet his hole and pressed two fingers and then three into him. He held his legs back as I inched into his ass. To my surprise, his ass opened as I entered, and I love asses with extra squishiness inside, delicate on the cock. His ass massaged my tip, which became oversensitive.
I held his legs back with my inner arms, threw my weight into thrusting inside him, and kissed him. He pulled me toward him and cupped his palms on the back of my head and locked his feet behind my back. I stroked gently in his fantastic ass and built rhythm until I blew inside him and savored his intense wetness.
I sucked the tip of his cock as I fucked his ass, requiring no added effort on my part.
Malcolm beamed with pleasure, and his eyes rolled.
His silky ass increased my sensitivity, and I shot inside him twice while easing in his ass.
It excited me whether he might want my cum inside him. “Where must I cum?” I asked.
“Are you close?”
“Not yet.”
“You decide,” he replied, and his eyes rolled shut.
I continued fucking his hole rapidly and sucked his cock simultaneously.
“I wanna make you cum,” I said, wanting a mouthful.
“If you cum, it will make me cum.”
I fucked faster, “I’m cumming.”
“Cum inside me,” he stroked his cock, and I sucked his head, waiting for his juice.
“Oh yeah, I’m cumming,” I said and shot twice inside him, making him fart.
He blew in my mouth, his cum flowed like a warm tap, and I swallowed his sweet liquid.
I continued fucking my cum into his ass.
“Don’t stop. That feels so good,” Malcolm said.
“I’m cumming,” I replied.
“Again?”
“Yeah. Take that. And another one,” I shot another two times inside him, and he released two wet farts.
I pounded his ass and clapped against his cheeks until I dribbled one last time inside him.
I kissed him with my cock buried in his ass, and he wrapped his legs and arms around me.
Someone knocked at the door.
“Are you expecting someone?” Malcolm asked.
I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door. No surprise, the other guy arrived looking much better than his picture.
“Come in. Please take a seat. I have a friend over, but he’s leaving soon. Please give me a few minutes,” I said to my new guest. “I’m sorry we have to cut your visit short,” I said to Malcolm.
He grinned, dressed, and gave me a big kiss, and left.
The guy on the sofa smirked, “Is that a friend?”
“Nah, it’s someone I know from the building.”
“He’s adorable.”
“I know, right? Such a pity he’s straight, or I would have wrecked his ass by now,” the guy chuckled. “I’m Ricky.”
“I’m Jon.”
“Jon, I’ll be right back.”
I tidied the bedroom, peed, and made sure he heard me flush.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked.
“I must drive and have little time.”
“Cool, follow me.” We both grinned.
Jon, a married twenty-three-year-old, wanted his ass pounded.
We undressed while kissing, and his four-inch cock stood at full attention. As I stroked my shaft, I realized I never washed the lube.
I reluctantly kneeled before him and sucked his baby-cock while pressing my finger into his ass.
“Bend over the bed,” I said, ensuring he never tried to suck me.
I disliked his hairy butt. I spat on my cock and wet his hole with saliva. His ass tight, I placed poppers under his nose.
“This will relax your tight ass,” I said.
I lubed two fingers and worked into his hole as it relaxed.
“Wow. I must get some of that. Normally, fingers hurt, but that feels fantastic.”
“My cock’s gonna feel even better.”
I thrust into his ass and pounded hard.
“Fuck, that feels so good. Can I have more of that stuff?” He asked, and I passed him the bottle.
His ass fine, but I enjoyed the ass from earlier more.
I fucked him harder and wanted to cum and enjoy him wet. I edged multiple times, building a big load, blew deep inside him, and enjoyed his cum-soaked ass. With my head sensitive, I dribbled inside him and fucked gently.
“Where must I cum?” I asked.
“Shoot on my back,” and I rolled my eyes.
I fucked him brutally and slowed to edge multiple times. I finished with rapid thrusts and shot again inside him and pulled out and aimed for his back.
“Did you cum?” He asked.
“Yeah, it dribbled on the floor,” and I pointed to the cum that rolled out his ass.
“Wow, you shoot a lot. Push your cock back inside me, so I can cum.”
I thrust in his ass and stood still while he jerked his cock. His muscles twitched on my shaft, and I pounded his ass hard. He moaned, and his ass clutched my cock as he came. I pushed deep inside him and dribbled a mini-orgasm.
“Thank you. That was great. I enjoyed that, but I need to get home to my wife.”
I hate hearing of their wives — as if I cared. On any other day, I may have enjoyed his ass, but my earlier fuck spoiled me. My lust for pale guys grew, and I became determined to find myself a regular squishy ass to fuck.
Jon dressed and kissed me on the cheek when he left.
I enjoyed Malcolm and never understood my intense attraction to him, but I never wanted him again. The knock at the door destroyed the fairy tale. I feared an interrogation over Jon and Malcolm’s ass might not be perfect the second time.
I wish I remembered Malcolm’s actual name. Twenty-five years on, he still ranks as my best fuck.
