Horny, I jumped on IRC and joined several gay chat channels. The username BlondeBottomBombshell caught my attention, and as I messaged him, I received a message from him. We swapped pics and planned to meet at my apartment.
He looked nothing like his picture.
“I’m so excited to meet you,” he said, confident he emailed a picture of a random blond guy. “Do you like what you see?”
“You look nothing like your picture, but I’m not bothered because you’re hot.”
“Thanks.” He beamed,
“Come in, and please take a seat.”
“You have a lovely apartment.”
“Thanks.”
“My name’s Ricky,” he said.
I wanted to tell him to fuck off and leave.
“That’s a great name. I’m James,” not in the mood to bond over sharing the same name.
“My second name is James,” he beamed.
James is my second name, with most of the men in my family named after biblical characters.
“Yeah, Ricky and James are very common names. There must be many people with the name Ricky James,” I replied.
Ricky’s face remained locked in an intense smile, and asked, “Can I use your bathroom?” I pointed the way.
He ran the basin, and I overheard him fart. I assumed he was douching and figured he lived with his parents.
He returned naked with his clothes on the bathroom floor.
“Do you wanna go to the bedroom?” He asked with his face locked in a smile.
I admired his body and uncut cock. He stood five feet eight with a toned medium build and a delicious snow-white smooth bubble-butt.
I undressed in the bedroom and tried kissing him.
“I don’t kiss and only like sucking and fucking. Is that okay?” Ricky said.
“Suck me then,” he beamed as if I had paid him a compliment and dropped to his knees.
He swallowed my soft cock and sucked as if trying to draw blood.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” I asked.
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Because that’s not how a dick gets sucked.”
“How do you do it then?”
“Lie on the bed,” I approached his hard six-inch cock. “You’re gonna need to clean your dick in the basin before I suck you.”
He shot up and ran to the basin. I followed him, ensuring he cleaned thoroughly and glad I checked as his foreskin remained closed as he ran the shaft under the water.
“Let me show you how to wash your cock,” and washed under his foreskin and provided a commentary of my actions.
“Thanks. No one ever showed me that.”
I rinsed his clean cock with warm water, and we returned to the bedroom. Ricky’s hard cock, now soapy fresh, I placed his tip in my mouth and rolled my tongue around the head. I explained my tongue actions and showed him how to treat the shaft while sucking.
“That feels nice,” he said. “I wanna suck you now.”
Not expecting him to learn instantly, he sucked perfectly, and I enjoyed his delicate mouth on my head, and he gripped how I love.
“Am I doing it right?” He asked.
“You are doing it perfectly. You’re a fast learner.”
His face glowed with the compliment, and he eagerly continued giving me pleasure.
“So who taught you how to douche?” I asked.
“What’s a douche?”
“It’s when you wash your ass inside, so it’s clean for sex.”
“I’ve never done that.” I realized he evacuated his bowels in my bathroom.
“Don’t worry. I have a spare douche, and I’ll teach you how to use it.”
“This is exciting. I have so much to learn. Will you show me now?”
I showed him how much water to use and explained how to insert the nozzle. I cautioned he should not use any more water, as he might irritate his intestines. He wanted me to stay and check his technique. Never have I douched in front of someone and doubt I could. Ricky had no shame. I confirmed his approach but insisted he check the bowl.
“I’m all clean,” he declared with a grin fitting a toothpaste commercial.
“Suck me again. I was enjoying it,” I said and explained the benefit of poppers.
I bent him over the side of the bed and held poppers under his nose. After lubing my cock, I eased into his inviting bubble-butt.
“I thought anal would be sore,” he said, and I recognized he was a virgin. “When must I put on the condom?”
“Why would you need one?”
“My friend told me always to wear a condom when having sex.” I wanted to laugh but contained myself and passed Ricky a condom.
“Thanks,” he grinned. I pushed my cock back into him and fucked gently. “Will you put it on for me? I don’t know how.”
While still fucking his ass, I rolled the condom on his hard cock. I wanted to fuck him and cum.
“Have more poppers,” I said and fucked gradually harder, waiting for him to complain, but he managed my cock like a pro.
I enjoyed his tight ass and wanted him wet. I edged to orgasm and fucked hard as I blew inside him. My body shuddered, and he released three wet farts. With my cock head sensitive, I eased in his hole and enjoyed his cum-soaked ass.
“Are you gonna make yourself cum?” I asked.
“How?”
“It feels good jerking off while being fucked and feels great to cum too.”
“It feels weird with the condom.”
“Yeah, it always does. Just take it off and jerk your cock.”
“I’ll take it off when we finish having sex,” he replied, and I shook my head.
I continued fucking him gently and sensed I might only cum one more time.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked.
“I want to taste it.”
“When I’m ready, I’ll shoot in your mouth.” I eased my fucking and edged for fifteen minutes in his wet ass. “I’m getting close.”
He spun around, sucked my head, and frantically jerked my shaft while smiling from ear to ear, awaiting my cum.
I said nothing as I blew and watched his face. His eyes lit up as he swallowed my first shot and jerked me faster as if milking a cow. He squeezed my cock from base to tip and drained every drop from my shaft.
He removed the condom and jerked his cock. Ricky pushed his legs tightly together, poked his toes forward, and twisted his face. He grunted as a small shot blew from his cock, and the rest dribbled.
He beamed and said, “That was nice. The condom made my cock oily. I don’t think I like condoms.”
“Yeah, I don’t like them either.”
We lay naked on the bed and chatted. Ricky told me of his Mormon family and his fear they might never accept him.
Excited when I told him I wished to meet him again, he asked me not to tell anyone he was gay, not even at university, and I assured him discretion
He visited nearly every week, for a few years, for his ass pounding. We still laugh over him wearing a condom while I fucked him.
He never came out to his family. He lives two hours from me, and we visit each other once a year.
The other Ricky knows my name is Ricky but still calls me James.
