By: Unknown Author
I nailed a beautiful young guy
over the weekend. I saw him out at a gay club, one of those that cater mainly
to college guys, twinks, and young gym bunnies - nineteen is the legal drinking
age where I live.
At this place (and in general)
most of these younger guys will ignore you if you are older; in fact, you may
as well be dead as far as they're concerned. However, there was always a
handful who were into the older 'daddy' types.
I happened to be older at thirty-eight
years old, standing 6-feet-tall, with 180 pounds of hard muscle, a tanned body,
and a big, thick cock between my legs. Thankfully, I fit into that 'daddy'
category some of these twinks liked, and, wanting a young bottom to plant my
load in, I couldn't think of a better place to find one.
The young men in this place
usually stick together in small groups. The place was hot and already more than
half of them were shirtless. Though the hot young flesh on display was nice to look at, I prefer
my bottoms to be a little more inhibited. I knew as soon as I saw him, he was
the one I wanted.
He was cute, young, probably twenty
years old at most. He had that preppy look, with stylish dark hair, green eyes,
and a long lean body that was going to look great stretched out naked under me.
You could tell he was shy. He was sitting alone at a small table in the corner,
nursing a bottle of beer, eyeing the half-naked men dancing under the lights.
He hadn't looked in my direction yet.
I walked over by him and stood against
the wall. I looked down at the back of his neck, feeling my own neck tingle as
I imagined how delicious his skin would feel against my lips. He must have
sensed me looking because his head turned. He looked at my face, and then his
eyes dropped to my crotch, back to my face again, and then back to the dance
floor. I could see the color flush into his cheeks. I didn't say a word, just
crossed my legs and waited for him to look back again.
Thirty seconds later he took
another look, this time quicker. I walked over and took the other seat at the
table. "See anything you like?" I directed my gaze out onto the
throng of dancing twinks but made sure he could see my crotch as my hand gently
caressed my bulge. He said something to me, but his voice was so quiet and
timid that I couldn't comprehend a word of it.
This was bullshit. I cut to the
chase. "Why don't we get out of here and fuck?"
The kid knocked his beer bottle
over and looked directly at my bulge. Then his eyes met mine. "How about
it? You want to see what I have under here?" I asked as I stood and stroked
myself obscenely. He just stared like a scared kid but didn't say anything at
all.
"Well, if you decide that you
do, I'll be outside having a smoke before I go," I told him, giving my
bulge a good squeeze, and then I turned and left.
I stood by my car and lit my
smoke, waiting to see if the quiet guy was coming out. I was halfway through my
cigarette when the door opened and he slid out. He loitered near the front of
the club, repeatedly glancing over at me, working up the courage to walk over
to me.
Finally, he ambled over. "Got
a place?" I asked him. He was shivering a little and I'm not sure it was
entirely from the cold.
"Maybe. What about you?"
he replied.
"Mine's over on the other
side of town. Not really close at all. It's pretty small. Yours is probably
closer." I said. I didn't like taking young twinks to my place. I
preferred to go to their place, so I could just get up and leave when I was
done with them.
I let him yammer for a bit then
tossed my smoldering cigarette butt to the ground and exhaled. "You drive.
I'll follow," I said, making the decision to go to his place, for him. He
seemed like he wanted to say something, but didn't.
He walked to the far end of the
lot and started up a small car. I hopped in my own and peeled out after him,
making sure to stay right on his ass. Ten minutes later we pulled up in front
of a small house in a residential area.
"Nice place," I said,
checking out the neighborhood. He looked scared shitless, like one of his
neighbors might see him returning home late at night with a stranger, a male
stranger.
He walked us up the driveway, to
the garage. "I don't live in the house. My place is up there." He
glanced up and pointed at the upper level of the garage and unlocked the side
door.
The place was small, just a
studio with a small kitchenette, a sofa in the middle of the room, and a bed protruding from the wall behind it. It was decorated like
a teenager's bedroom and he would inform that it was his parents' house and
that when he had turned nineteen a few months back, they had allowed him to
move out over the garage.
I listened to him babble on but truthfully,
I didn't give a shit about what he was saying; I was just there to fuck some
twink ass. I did note that he was nineteen and that I had been pretty close in
guessing his age.
"Uh-huh," I said when
he had finished yapping and then told him to get himself naked and wait for me on the bed while I used the
bathroom, which was barely large enough to stand up in.
In the bathroom, I tore off my
shirt, dropped my jeans, and eased my sticky briefs down. I sat on the toilet
long enough to kick off my shoes and socks.
Totally naked, I went back out into the main room. "Oh my god!" was all he said, gawking at my cock, which stuck out like a club.
He was still dressed, and I walked over to him and put my lips close to his ear. "Let's
get you naked," I moaned, rubbing his ass through the seat of his tight
jeans. I let my hand slide between his legs and close in on his crotch, and he
was already rock hard.
I sat him down on the edge of the
bed and took hold of his sweatshirt. I pulled it over his head, taking a minute
to appreciate his smooth tight body and clean fresh smell. I held his arms
aloft, caressing the dark hair in his pits and then moving my fingers to tease
his nipples, which were large, dark, and perfect.
I pushed him back on the mattress
and climbed on top of him, bringing my warm wet mouth to one of his nipples. He
closed his eyes and moaned, putting his fingers in my hair as I chewed on it. I
ground my cock against the front of his jeans and reached down to unzip him. I
could feel the wet and sticky head of his cock peeping out of the top of his
low-rise briefs.
I stopped nibbling on his chest
long enough to work my way down and wrestle him out of his jeans. I pulled back
his underpants and watched in delight as his beautiful young cock (which was average
in size) snapped back and smacked his tight belly. A dark treasure trail snaked
from his navel into his sweet-smelling pubic hair. "Do you suck?" he
whimpered hopefully.
I looked up at him, smiled, and
then answered his question by wrapping my hand around his rod, before putting
my lips to it and then taking his dick all the way in, letting him enjoy the
talents of my mouth. He squirmed like most do while getting sucked, panting and
begging as I brought him closer to the edge.
I teased him even closer and then
cruelly removed my mouth from his wet cock. I tongued the shaft, inching closer
to his smooth egg-like nuts. I could tell by his reaction, that he liked having
those licked. I lifted the sac, burrowing my tongue into the nerve-laden spot
behind the balls, gentle at first, then firmer.
My eyes roamed up to his cock's
slit, which was oozing pre-cum. I moved my tongue even farther south. "Oh
my god!" his entire body tightened up and his gasps were coming once or
twice a second, as I spun the tip of my tongue devilishly around the perimeter
of his asshole, working it gradually right into the target.
"You like that, huh?" I
asked.
He answered with his body,
thrashing around in extreme pleasure.
I rimmed him tenderly, feeling
his tight hole relax against my talented tongue. I lifted both of his legs and
placed them on my shoulders. I wet one of my fingers and carefully began to
open him up. It took a while to insert the finger, his tight hole fighting the
intruder, but his slot began to release its tension with some more tongue
action. I slid the finger back out and licked two more, easing the pair in
before his hole had a chance to tighten back up. I flexed my fingers and felt
him stiffen. I moved my mouth to his cock, taking him to the balls. He was in
heaven.
I kept the fingers buried and
began to weasel in a thumb. Once I had it in past the first knuckle I was able
to pull that smooth fuck hole open. The head of my cock is pretty thick and I
knew he was going to have to be pretty loose to take it. "Got any lube?"
I asked, jacking his hard cock while he tried to think about my question.
His right arm flopped back and
felt around at the small table next to the bed. He pulled open a drawer
and fumbled around. He came up with a large bottle of lube. I flipped the
plastic top back and squirted out some of the lube. I slathered enough of the
lube on my hard cock so I wouldn't tear him open when I buried it.
"Are you going to fuck me?"
he whimpered, squeezing my neck with his calves when I began to push some lube
up his hole.
"You want it, don't you?"
I let my tongue tease the dripping head of his cock and slowly fingered him while
he decided.
"Put it in slow," he
replied, knowing how big and thick it was, "And not all of it, just the
tip. I've never been fucked before." I had kind of figured that out back
at the club, but if there's one thing I love more than fucking some twink's
ass, it's breaking in a twink's ass!
I reared up and began to push my
greasy cock head against his fluttering asshole. "I'll go slow," I
promised.
The tongue action, lube, and
finger fucking had already loosened him up quite a bit more than I had thought;
my slippery hard-on sank into his ass like a thick hot poker. "AHHH! FUCK!"
he screamed, his hands grabbing at my pecs, and I clamped my hand down tightly
over his mouth so no one would hear his screams.
"Shit, I said just the head,
not half of it!" he half whimpered, half panted when I removed my hand,
his eyes welled up with tears.
"It's not halfway in; it's
all the way in," I said, smiling down at his contorted face, and then I
began to slowly pull my dick out of him. His entire body flinched when I slid
it back home, my lube-soaked pubes rubbing against his open hole. Each time I
pulled out a little faster and added a little more force when I buried it
again.
He was going nuts, crying out and
half-sobbing, but he wasn't stopping me; I knew he wanted it, despite my size
and the pain. He snatched a pillow and buried his beautiful
young face in it. I could only imagine the stifled screams that were lost in
that pillow; he surely didn't want his sleeping parents to wonder what sort of
carnal activities their teenage son was up to at one o'clock in the morning.
As always, soon enough pain
turned more to pleasure and the pillow was cast aside and he had his face
against my chest, moaning quietly into it as I long-dicked his virgin hole, now
loving every minute of it. I have pretty good stamina, allowing me to give a guy
a nice long fuck before cumming. Sure, I could feel my balls ready to boil
over, but I concentrated on fucking this virgin twink's brains out until his
ass was a nice willing receptacle for the load that was about to explode inside
him.
I reached down and took his cock
in my hand and began to jack him off. There was enough pre-cum on his dick to
really get him close. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he finally gasped. He
arched his back and began to fire ropes of sperm.
With each squirt, his tight ass
squeezed me; I couldn't hold back any longer. I looked him in the eye and told
him that I was going to cum. He simply wrapped his arms around my neck and let
me fuck him, my scalding seed flooding his tight young ass. It felt like I was
emptying a gallon of hot jism up inside him and I could tell from the look in his
eyes that he could feel my thick liquid filling him up.
Both drained, we lay intertwined
on the bed, neither of us speaking. I left my still hard cock up his ass and
began to fuck him again a few minutes later.
Before the sun came up, I gave him
three more loads.
I left him naked and asleep, with
his freshly-fucked hole leaking cum, my number on his nightstand in case he
wanted more, and pulled away in my car before his parents or any of the
neighbors got up and saw me leaving.
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