After my enjoyable fuck from Josh, I craved bottoming again. On IRC, one agreed to the terms before the meet, and important to me that the guy wore a condom. I made a new profile and called myself WantToTryBottom18.
An interested, eighteen-year-old top sent a face pic but looked fourteen. The teen claimed he packed seven-inches and drove.
I loved his adorable tanned babyface. Slim, the guy stood six feet tall with long sun-bleached hair and wore an earring in his gay ear, the right ear, and spoke in a deep masculine voice.
“Can I use your bathroom?” He asked and left the door open as he peed. “Let’s do this,” he said with his soft cock poking from his jeans.
In the bedroom, he undressed and said, “I don’t kiss. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“It’s fine.”
“Oh, and I don’t suck cock either. You can suck me, and I’ll fuck you.”
He stood in front of me, naked, and jerked his cock hard — uncut, eight-and-a-half-inches long and monstrously thick with a fat cock head.
“Suck it,” he said.
I kneeled before him, and his cock filled my mouth, and I worried I might not cope with him in my ass.
“Do you have a nice ass?” He asked. “Turn around; I wanna see it.” I bent and leaned on the bed. “Fuck, that’s a great ass.”
He rimmed my hole as a straight man might eat pussy, then rubbed his cock around my hole and across my cheeks as if marking his territory. He wet my pucker and pushed his head into me. After he threw the condom wrapper on the bed, his cock inched into me.
“Do you have the condom on?” I asked.
“Not yet. I’m making sure you’re properly wet inside.”
Note to self, “Remember that line next time a guy wants you to wear a condom.”
He pushed balls-deep into me and stood still, twitched his cock, and eased out of me.
“You’re properly lubed now,” he said. He rolled on the condom and lubed the shaft. I inhaled poppers. “I’ll go slow.”
He eased back into me with the condom texture notably drier, and his shaft no longer smooth. My ass pained through the poppers.
“You’re tight. I must go slow,” the teen said.
His first few strokes painful, “Please use more lube.”
He squirted lube and pushed effortlessly into me as with the first-time.
“I’m gonna lube you up properly,” he said.
“This feels much better.”
“We can continue like this if you prefer.”
Inhaling poppers, “Fuck me and make me cum.” Jerking my cock, I enjoyed his pounding.
“I’ll cum too quickly like this. I have to go slow. Where must I cum?”
“In the condom.”
“I’m not wearing one. You said you preferred it like this.”
I pulled off him, “I’ll make you cum,” and jerked him rapidly.
“I’m cumming,” he said and shot three lines past my face and landed on the bed. “Thanks, man. That was great. I gotta dash.”
He dressed and winked as he left.
“Why is sex so complicated?” I said out loud.
I jerked myself on the bed and shot onto the wall behind me.
Impressed, I managed his enormous cock, but worried over the struggle to figure if a guy wore the condom. I decided to only top.
