I met Dave off of a mobile app, he hit me up fairly good into the evening, we talked a bit about loving body contact, making out, he showed me a few beautiful shots of his gorgeous body. I just had to have a taste.
I scarfed something quick, threw on my leather and drove out to his hotel. As I walked down to his room I got that thrill. That excitement I rarely feel due to experience, but the fluttering in your gut, the rising heart rate, the slight shortening of breath. The slight feeling of nervousness, but the hunger to go on. I fucking love that thrill.
When I arrived I was greeted by a tall, handsome man in nothing more than a pair of tight underwear and a t-shirt. WOOF. He let me inside, we greeted and said hello, there was a bit of a pause and I said, “Oh hell, let’s just jump right in!” and kissed him deeply, sparking a wonderful make out.
I was absolutely absorbed in him, his face, his muscular body, his embrace, his biting sloppy wet kiss, I wanted him to devour me, to tear me apart, to ravage me like a wild animal! Instead of ripping me to blissful shreds, he was sweet, gentle, sensual, reserved even. All we did was kiss for what felt like wonderful ages, exploring each other physically. I couldn’t get enough. I looked him in his sweet eyes and gentle cute face and told him how beautiful he was. He told me I was very handsome as well. I confessed that a recent harsh bout with depression had left my self confidence and image in tatters, he said he couldn’t imagine why I would even question my appearance. His kind and genuine words turned my face red with gratitude.
At one point after he helped me out of my clothing he went down on my manhood, so softly, it was just heavenly. Happy and eager to return the favor, I grabbed onto his tight underwear and slowly removed them, revealing quite the impressive and intimidating member! I was stunned for a few blissful seconds before my hunger surfaced and I wanted it inside me. I went for it, savoring his succulent man meat, it was fantastic, I wanted to milk moans and grunts of pleasure out of my gorgeous host so very badly.
More making out, more sensuality, he flipped me on my stomach and massaged my back. He slid his massive manhood over the valley of my ass, and I wanted it inside of me so much, stuffing me full of his throbbing magnitude, but tragically this was not that night.
He climbed off of me, more kissing, stroking, grunting, I climbed on his back and returned the favor in giving him a full body rub, down his broad back, thick legs that could crush a watermelon, all the way down to his feet which I wanted to flatten me into the earth and trample me. Rising back to his legs and just the sweetest ass, I ran my tongue up his spine to which he moaned, and I gave him a foxbite on his shoulder.
Mine.
Soon things peaked and we were stroking faster, I told him I wanted him to paint me white with his cum, he said he’d like to swallow mine. I stroked to climax and he dove for my cock, taking my load down his throat and sensually sucking me absolutely dry. Incredible!
He straddled me and I took great pleasure in working his massive dick! Beating him off on my chest, I wanted that load! I wanted it now! He leaned forward and kissed me, he was so close, closer, almost there, I gazed into his eyes as he reached his bursting point! He erupted warm, thick, wonderful ropes of his seed. A part of me wanted to slurp it down as he shot it generously over my bare skin.
Sadly this wrote the end of our rendezvous. A quick rinse in the shower and I was on my way out. He had an early morning of backpacking with friends. After donning my leather once more I kissed him deeply goodnight and reminded him that I’m not some one-hit-wonder that you only meet once, that I’m a repeat offender who loves getting back into trouble with guys like him.
I sincerely hope his travels bring him back to my territory, so I may worship his form and his energy again. Please don’t vanish into the mist, Dave. This fox hungers to climb the mountain repeatedly.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
