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Joey - "Him"
🕑 Added 2024-02-09 05:01:01 +0000 UTCWhen this all started I had only come out about 18 months before, after graduating college at Iowa State. I wasn’t new to gay sex and hookups, in fact, I got my cherry popped when I was 15, so yeah, not new.
Living in Chicago there’s a pretty decent amount of guys on the Grindr grid in my neighborhood. I moved here for work right after graduation. Starting at the bottom at an architectural firm one of my professors was able to help me get in contact with. I work long hours, doing grunt work, and then go back to my place, eat, shower, jerk off, sleep, and then get up and do it all again.
At this point, I was 23 going on 24 years old and horny 99% of both my awake and asleep time. Thankfully, we live in a modern world and I can often get dick when I need some from the apps. The problem is the top-to-bottom ratio in my area is very skewed. I’d say for every top there are about twenty bottoms or guys who claim to be vers but only want to get fucked, which from what I understand is called “being a bottom.”
While I’m mostly a bottom, and I don’t hide that on the apps, I’m not a “hole.” I know there are a lot of guys on the apps that I’m competing with and they seem to have no problem just sending their address to a blank profile and taking raw dick with no expectation of enjoyable sex. I’m not one of these guys. So even though there’s an active gay scene, my hookups are a little fewer and further between.
I’m a twink or maybe a twunk, I’m not sure where the line is, but I’m 5’9” weighing in at 140lbs, trim, and an avid gym goer but mostly for cardio. I have dark brown hair that I keep short because it curls when I let it grow out and I hate my curls. I had braces back in school, so now I have a Colgate smile with the dimples to go along with it. My brown eyes are a little lackluster, but I do have small gauged ear piercings to give myself some flare. My profile is pretty basic, has all my details, a face pic, along with a pic of me doing a handstand in my swim trunks so guys can see my body but not think I’m easy. My profile basically says, “Hit me up, let's chat and see what’s up. I might be in the mood, I might just want to chat.”
I get a lot of hits when I’m on, but I have a bad habit of being extremely horny after going out for drinks with friends, then going on the app and flirting with guys, then jerking off and not going through with the promises and fantasies I made before I blew my load. Some people, well, lots of people have called me a tease shortly before blocking me. Fortunately for those tops, bottoms are readily available and willing to take a horned-up top with no questions asked.
On one of these drunken nights, I got hit up by a guy in my neighborhood, a few thousand feet away. His profile said he was 32, 5’10”, 155lbs. He was pale, Irish I would guess from his skin tone and freckles, along with the subtle red in his beard. His face pic was of him sitting out on a patio with a beach behind him, sunglasses hiding his eyes but he was shirtless, and even though his body wasn’t chiseled he was in good shape. A bit of reddish brown hair dusted the top of his chest but barely made a trail down the center of his torso until it thickened again right before hitting the waistband of his swim brief which also looked to have a full basket.
Him: hey sexy
Me: hey yourself.
Him: you have pics?
I shared a series of photos. One of me laying in bed in light blue 2xist briefs, looking down my body so you could see my bulge. One of my ass flexing in the mirror, making it look bigger than it is, the lighting making it look really toned. Another is a selfie in the bathroom mirror at a hotel I stayed in, the lighting accented my trimmed body so I looked a bit more buff than my lean body. Another looking down my back, me laying on my stomach, my ass looking hairless in this lighting (it’s not, but not hairy either) and it is more of a true representation of my ass. The last photo is of my dick, hard, standing at a nice 5” cut, trimmed pubes, nicely shaped head, no obvious veins protruding.
Him: mmm, fucking hot.
He double-tapped all the pics of my ass. Then sent a single pic of his dick.
Me: nice, can’t tell how big it is from this pic though.
It was a close-up image, his hand wasn’t even in the pic for reference of size. Usually, this means it’s smaller than mine. The lack of other photos and the assumption I’d be willing to let him fuck me from this one photo is probably what flipped that switch in my head to decide to jerk off to the fantasy of him instead of going through with it and having disappointing sex with him.
Him: It’s 7”
I rolled my eyes reading this and I’m sure I had while drunk last night too.
Me: Nice
Him: are you a top or bottom?
Me: More often bottom when it gets there, but not always in the mood to get fucked.
Him: cool, I’m vers, prefer to top though.
Me: Nice
Him: How do you like to get fucked?
Me: what do you mean?
Him: slow and sensual? Hard and fast? Condoms/poppers/lube?
Me: oh, definitely slow and sensual, lube is a must, big fan of poppers, I try to make condoms a rule.
Him: try to huh?
Me: well, I’ve been caught up in the moment, you know how it is.
Him: mmm, yeah.
Me: how do you like to fuck?
Him: I like slow at first, then harder as I get closer, love poppers, can go either way with lube, condoms are up to you, I’m on PrEP.
Me: like I said, I try to make condoms a rule.
Him: that’s cool, I can wear one, no problem. You host or travel?
Me: usually host, but I’m not prepared to host tonight.
Him: how so?
Me: I don’t think I have any condoms, and I don’t have any poppers for sure, I do have lube though lol.
Him: I have a fresh bottle of poppers.
Me: but no condoms or lube?
Him: I have lube, I can get condoms if you want.
Me: lol, so you were planning to fuck raw tonight?
Him: well, hoped is more accurate. I’m neg, tested recently if that’s what you’re worried about.
Me: Nah, I’m just not on PrEP so I am picky about getting fucked raw.
Him: mmm, how long since you last got fucked?
Me: about a month ago.
Him: raw?
Me: with a condom lol.
Him: how long since you last got fucked raw?
Me: probably 6 months ago, got drunk and he just assumed I wanted it raw and pushed in.
Him: hot, wish it was me
Me: Yeah?
Him: oh yeah, I’d love to slowly push my raw dick into your tight hole, feel the heat of your body on my bare cock.
Me: mmm, that’s hot.
Him: yeah? Would you let me slide in bare?
Me: maybe for a few strokes, just to feel it, then wrap it up.
Him: I could get down for that, do I get to pick?
Me: ?
Him: the first few strokes or the last few strokes?
Me: lol, which would you prefer?
Him: the last few.
Me: and then you’ll pull out to cum?
Him: if you want.
Me: I like the top to cum where he wants.
Him: mmm, I would want to cum inside you.
There was a long pause here, I’m pretty sure I was jerking off and hitting poppers at this point (yeah, I lied, I had poppers).
Him: I can pull out if you want.
Me: it’s up to you at that point, you’re already in me bare.
Him: mmm, you wouldn’t stop me?
Me: how could I? Your hard dick is deep inside me.
Him: mmm, do you want me to warn you when I’m close or just bust inside you when I’m ready?
Me: up to you, I want you to enjoy it, that makes it better for me.
Him: fuck yeah, I’m so horny right now.
Me: me too, I’m stroking right now, getting close to cumming.
Him: you want me to come over and help?
Me: I’m already close, you’re twenty minutes away.
Him: just wait for me, then I’ll use my dick to push you over the edge.
Me: not tonight, I’m just going to cum and then pass out.
Him: thinking about my dick, fucking you raw?
Me: mmm, yeah.
Him: you want me to fuck you harder?
Me: mmm, yeah, fuck the cum out of me.
Him: fuck yeah, take my dick, I’m gonna fuck you until I cum in you.
Me: mmm, yeah, I’m close.
Him: yeah, take it, you want me to cum in you?
Me: yeah, if you want.
Him: Mmmm, I’m gonna cum in you, deep in you.
A few minutes later.
Him: did you cum?
Him: ok, well, hit me up when you want me to come fuck you.
I was pretty drunk when he hit me up, already in bed and looking to jerk off and pass out. Usually, when I chat with guys like him with the intention to jerk off and go to sleep, I’d wake up in the morning, hungover, and the guy would have blocked me for not taking his dick the night before. I expected the same from this guy, but this guy had not blocked me. Here I am, hard and stroking myself reading these messages from the night before. I blew a quick load and then got up to shower.
A few days later he saw I was online and hit me up. He came on real strong real fast, which is a bit of a turn-off sometimes, and I told him I couldn’t hook up tonight. Then I admitted to him that I was drunk and horny when we chat the other night, just saying stuff while jerking off, that if we do hookup it would have to be safe. He said he understood and asked me to set a date. I went on to explain that I wasn’t wired that way, that if I was horny I’d hit him up, but I didn’t want to commit to a date and then disappoint him by not being in the mood to get fucked. He said he understood.
We did this dance for a couple of weeks. He would hit me up, I’d make an excuse. By the third weekend of excuses though, he seemed uninterested, almost mad. Said there was no point because our schedules never match up, so we might as well not chat. I left that message alone.
Of course, a couple of days later it was a Friday night, I was out with friends, drinking and getting insanely horny on the other side of town. I pulled up Grindr and messaged back and forth with a couple of hot guys. Unfortunately, by the time I was done drinking with my friends, none of them were responding anymore so I hopped in a cab and headed home. On the way, I kept refreshing my grid to see if a new face was worth hitting up. Then I thought about him. I scrolled down, found his face, and started rereading our conversation, which got me instantly hard while riding in the back of the Uber home.
Me: You out tonight?
Him: Having drinks with friends.
Me: Me too.
Him: I’m not far from your place, at a bar nearby.
Me: I’m in a cab, heading home now.
Him: want me to meet you there?
I thought about it and looked at his pics again, he wasn’t really my type, but he wasn’t unattractive either. I was horny as fuck though.
Me: I’ll be there in about ten minutes if you want to come over.
Him: are you in the mood to get fucked?
Me: kinda, but be gentle and you have to wear a condom.
Him: no problem, I’ll cash out and be there soon.
I got to my place and did the quickest shower possible, threw on a pair of clean grey and purple striped briefs. No sooner did the waistband snap on my skin and the buzzer went off. Like the Flash, I ran and hit the button to let him in. It was late at night so I didn’t want the buzzer waking up other tenants. I’m only on the second floor so it was only seconds before he was knocking on my door.
I opened it, he walked in. He was only maybe an inch taller than me, stocky, but fit. He smelled like cocktails, but I didn’t care. His hair was thinning on top, something you couldn’t see in his photos.
He moaned when he saw me standing there in my underwear, slipping a finger into the waistband and letting it snap back on my tight skin.
“Cute,” he smiled.
I smiled back, “So, welcome to my place.” I started walking towards the bedroom, I didn’t want to waste time. He followed behind me as I gave the fifty-cent tour.
“This is the bedroom,” I turned to him to say and he went in for the kiss.
I put my arms around his shoulders and we sensually made out and slowly fell back to the bed. We slid up towards the headboard, him spreading my legs with his. He pulled his shirt off and I saw his chest, it looked much like the photo, just maybe a year older and a tad hairier. He pulled his pants and underwear off, his dick was actually true to size and it was hard as a rock.
He pulled my legs over his spread thighs, positioning himself to be lined up with my hole. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my poppers, it wasn’t a fresh bottle but the rush was still fast and felt amazing mixing with my drunken state.
He instantly started to rub his cock up and down the length of my crack, his head pausing on my hole and pushing gently.
“Mmm,” I groaned, then handed him the lube and a condom from the nightstand.
He smiled, taking both of them. He lubed us both up, rolling the condom down his length. I took another hit of the poppers and he tried to push his cock in. I wasn’t ready for it and even with the rush of the poppers, I wasn’t ready for his thickness. He pushed harder, my hole gave in and his head popped in with a vicious sting, the sound of the condom stretching as it passed through my clenched sphincter.
“Ahhh…fuck,” I groaned, pushing on his waist to stop him from pushing deeper.
“Mmm,” he moaned, pulling my hips and still pushing half his length into me before giving me a rest. “You ok?”
“Ungh, yeah, just, give me a second to relax,” I said, taking another hit of poppers. Trying to relax.
He started pushing deeper, getting all the way in. Then pulled out, and pushed in, not being gentle, but we were both drunk and uncoordinated. He started groaning and humping me fast.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said and started pushing in hard and it wasn’t feeling great. I just clench my teeth and let him use my hole at this point. I reached around under my leg and started to play with his balls, a surefire way to get a top to cum fast. While I wanted to get fucked, this wasn’t doing it for me.
“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.
“Do it,” I whispered back.
A few more thrusts and he pushed in hard, with a silent groan he blew his load inside me and then collapsed on top of me out of breath. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him through his orgasm. Feeling him twitch inside me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he chuckled, pushing himself up. He slowly pulled his dick from my hole, the condom filled with cum sliding out with him. I watched him pull it off carefully to not spill the cum.
“Danm, that’s a lot of cum,” I laughed.
He smiled with pride, got off the bed, and went to the bathroom to throw it out.
When he came back into the bedroom, I was splayed out on the bed, still taking it all in.
“Do you want to cum?” He asked, using paper towels to wipe his dick off.
“Nah, I’m not going to cum tonight,” I smiled, “thanks though.”
He got into bed with me and tried to cuddle me, I had to awkwardly let him know he was not staying the night. He said he understood, got dressed, and headed out moments later.
I didn’t hear from him for a few weeks. Then we started doing the messaging dance again where we’d talk dirty on Grindr, but not get together to hook up. Eventually, I caved and we had a similar, not-so-great drunk experience. This time he tried to push in raw, but I only let him get the tip in before I asked him to put on a condom. He groaned, then rolled on a condom, “your favorite,” he joked. Then fucked me for a few minutes, shooting his load in the condom. Again, he made it awkward that I didn’t want him to spend the night but dressed and left.
I decided after that, that two lackluster experiences with a guy I was only barely attracted to was enough. I ignored his messages for a while, then I started dating someone and deleted my account altogether.
That relationship lasted a few months, fizzling out and we broke up. I had a few rough days at work that same week, not having the time or energy to jerk off before bed so by Friday I was feeling the frustration on many levels. I downloaded Grindr again. I saw all the same faces and closed the app. I went out with some friends and got shit-faced.
On the Uber ride home, I saw the city going by in a blur, the vibration of the road was tickling my ass and my horniness took over. I opened Grindr.
Him: Long time no fuck.
Me: lol, yeah, I was seeing someone for a while. Didn’t work out.
Him: What are you up to now?
Me: went out with friends for drinks.
Him: me too hehehe
Me: how long has it been since you fucked a guy?
Him: weekend before last.
Me: bare?
Him: yeah, you want it too?
Me: lol, you know I like to play safe.
Him: oh that’s right, but you did let me pop the head in bare last time.
Me: I was drunk lol
Him: hehe
Me: did you cum in him?
Him: no, he didn’t want it so I respect his decision.
I got out of the cab and ran up the stairs two steps at a time. Feeling sweaty and groos, I stripped and took a nice hot shower. Of all the things I was feeling, horny seemed to win out every time, so I decided to read some gay literotica on my laptop and hit some poppers while jerking off.
I had been edging myself for a while when I read a story that got me really close to cumming, but then the ending sucked and I didn’t want to cum from that story. I pulled out my phone again.
Him: Don’t worry, I know you like condoms.
Him: When are you free again?
Me: I’m already in bed, jerking off, hitting poppers
Him: want me to come over?
Me: not sure I’m in the mood to get fucked.
Him: I could come over and cuddle.
Me: that sounds like “just the tip” lol
Him: it is
Me: next thing I know your dick is trying to push into my tight hole
Him: want me to come over?
I was really drunk at that point and about to just reply “no,” when his message popped up.
Him: I’m already on your street.
My heart started beating hard and fast, I took a hit of poppers and let the rush take over.
Me: if you’re already here, we can jerk off together.
My buzzer went ballistic. I jumped up and ran to the door to hit the buzzer. Then ran back to the bedroom to throw on the first pair of briefs I grabbed, a pair of red Armani briefs, and then ran back to unlock the door. He was already standing outside the door, I grinned, still feeling the rush of the poppers mixed with the alcohol, I tried not to look too drunk and just gestured for him to come in. He walked passed, taking off his shoes once inside. I locked the door, still saying nothing, unsure of how intoxicated I would come off, I walked back to the bedroom with him following.
I climbed onto the bed, nervous as always with a hookup. I cast the laptop to the TV and did a quick porn search, putting the first video that was longer than 20 minutes on. It was a video of “straight roommates fucking.” He started stripping, climbing in bed with me, he lay next to me and started stroking himself.
We watched and stroked in the glow of the TV, the low sound of the porn slightly louder than our breathing and fapping noises. He grabbed my poppers and took a hit, then passed them to me and I did a nice long hit on both nostrils. The rush hit me like a tidal wave and I closed my eyes, stroking myself, letting a hand slip below my balls to rub my hole.
He watched my hand rub my hole, “Want me to tease your hole with my dick?”
I looked over at him, “yeah,” I grinned.
He got between my legs quickly, spreading my legs wide, and tucked my ass up with a pillow under it. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on the head of his dick, then slid his shaft around my hole.
“Mmm,” I exhaled, the poppers doing their job as I stroked and enjoyed the heat of his cock on my hole.
He alternated between stroking himself furiously and rubbing my hole with his hard cock, occasionally pushing but not hard enough to pop in. The pleasure was intense, and I would get close to blowing my load, but he would stop teasing my hole to jerk himself off, and my orgasm would fall back.
The porn ended so I leaned over and just quickly clicked the next one, not really caring what it was just something to drown out the silence.
He took another hit of my poppers and then passed them to me. I took another deep hit and capped it off. The rush felt good and he pressed harder on my hole, his precum keeping my sphincter lubed up so his fat head was able to glide on my hole with no friction. I jerked harder and he pushed harder, the pleasure was intense, and then his head popped into my hole.
“Ungh,” I groaned.
“MMM,” he moaned quietly.
He rolled his hips, wiggling the head of his dick just inside my hole. It was the first time we were together and I thought I might get to cum. I started jerking myself faster, my balls needing to unload, rocking my hips on the head of his cock.
“Mmmm,” he moaned softly.
He leaned over and grabbed my poppers, opening them and sticking them under my nose. I inhaled deep on both sides and he took a quick hit. The rush came over me really hard, the room was spinning but my dick was still stroking my cock. I felt him push his dick deeper inside me, my hole allowing him to slowly slide in until most of his cock was inside me and it felt fucking good.
I wanted to just pound my load out, but that voice in my head kicked in as I felt him start fucking me. “Hold on, you need to put on a condom,” I groaned.
He sighed, “Of course, your favorite,” then he chuckled.
With his dick still buried inside me, I reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a condom and the lube, handing them both to him.
He slowly pulled his big dick out of me. Quickly ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the condom down his hard cock. A squirt of lube rubbed on his dick and a dollop on my hole and he was already trying to push back in. I took a quick hit of poppers and tried to relax. The porn had ended so you could hear the condom stretching as his cock entered me, we boath groaned as he bottomed out.
He wasted no time in building up a rhythm, really digging his dick deep into me. I tried to focus on my orgasm but between the drinks, the poppers, and the fact that it was like 3 am at this point, I just wasn’t getting closer to cumming. I could feel my dick going soft and I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t enjoying it.
“Hold on,” I said, rolling over onto my stomach, and presenting myself to him. Then taking another hit of poppers as he spread my legs wider and shoved his dick into my hole. It stung for a second but the poppers dulled the sting.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, humping my ass, thrusting as deep as he could with every pump.
“Mmm,” I let out a quiet moan, hugging the pillow that was under my ass, feeling my dick grinding into the bed.
He pulled out for a second and started stroking himself.
“Are you close?” I asked.
He pulled the condom off with an audible snap, stroking his dick and teasing my hole.
“Mmm,” I groaned at the teasing, rocking my hips and letting my now hard again dick hump the mattress, oozing precum onto my clean sheets as I made small circles with my hips. I took another hit of poppers, the head of his dick teasing my hole, popping in and out a little and fuck did that feel good. Between his cock head and the softness of the bedsheets I had sparks of pleasure running up and down my body.
The rush of the poppers kicked in at the very second he pushed his dick into me, “mmmmm,” he moaned as his hips ground out on my ass cheeks. I didn’t say anything, just enjoying the euphoria of everything coursing through my body and he just started fucking me. I knew he didn’t put the condom back on, I could feel the difference, it felt really good and I could tell by the passionate way he was fucking me and grinding as deep as possible that he was in heaven.
“Just don’t cum in me,” I told him, then took another hit of poppers and decided to enjoy the bareback fucking.
He only had a few more thrusts in him, losing his rhythm quickly, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck yeah,” he whispered, then thrust hard a few times and pulled out fast. Grunting like an animal, jerking off, and blowing his load all over my hole. I felt the hot cum coating my ass, it felt like a massive load.
“Ungh, fuck,” he fell back down onto the bed next to me where he started this adventure.
I groaned, looked over at him then reached under my bed for a roll of paper towels I kept for just such an occasion. I tore one off for him and one for me, wiping his cum off my ass. Then I got off the bed, holding my hand out for his paper towel. Taking them both to the kitchen to throw them out.
He dressed quickly, meeting me in the kitchen where I was chugging a glass of water.
“I know you don’t like people to sleep over,” he said, zipping up his pants and slipping on his shoes.
I smiled, “Thanks for cumming.”
He grinned, “Anytime.”
I took another quick shower, changed the bed sheets, and passed out.
Naturally, I felt shitty the next day, was not 100% on how I had let last night get so out of hand. Wasn’t sure if I was pissed at him for fucking me bare or if it was hot that he wanted to fuck me bare that badly he just went for it. Either way, I was determined to not hook up with him again.
For the next several Friday nights, after work, I went out with my friends for drinks. I would hop on Grindr to flirt with hot guys throughout the night, then go home and jerk off. Most of the time he would see me online and say hi. At this point, he seemed to understand that I was just there to flirt and get off and would just drop off after a few messages.
A friend of mine had a karaoke birthday party, we all got very drunk, sang music, and just had a fun night out. I had started my night with a weed gummy because I don’t do well in social situations like this sober, and after a bunch of drinks I was pretty loose and having a great night. I didn’t want it to end, but the karaoke room was reserved by someone else after us so we had to leave. Everyone said good night and went our separate ways.
While waiting for an Uber to pick me up, I discreetly pulled up Grindr. I already had a message from him.
Him: hey
It was about twenty minutes old.
Me: Hey hey.
Him: What’s up?
Me: Friday night drinks and karaoke, u?
Him: at Splash
Me: kinda late for swimming.
Him: It’s a gay bar.
Me: so…no karaoke for you?
Him: nope, just dancing and drinking.
The Uber pulled up and I closed the app.
When it dropped me off I went in, took a shower, and pulled up some literotica, one of the links I have saved that always gets me off. But I was still rolling a bit and wanted to make it last, so I pulled out the new bottle of poppers I had just bought…just in case tonight went really well.
I’ve been edging myself for a while, so I pull out my phone and open Grindr. I immediately get a new message from him.
Him: shoulda invited me over tonight.
Me: to fuck me?
Him: yeah
Me: mmm
Me: wasn’t sure you wanted to
Him: I did
Me: you gotta say so
He double-tapped my message.
Him: Ahhhh
I double-tapped his message.
Him: texting you after midnight was the hint lol
I look at the time, and It’s now almost 5 am, and I must have been edging myself for more than an hour. I take another hit of poppers.
Me: That could mean anything
Him: lol
Him: It means I want to see you naked
I feel the rush come over me.
Me: All you gotta do is pull my briefs off
Him: hehe
Him: I will
Him: just say so
Me: mmmm
Me: then tease my hole with your cock while I hit some poppers.
Him: yup
Me: fuck yeah
Now stroking my dick, edging myself closer to orgasm.
Him: Mhhhmmmm
Me: Let your precum lube my hole
Him: Fuck
Him: Making me hard
I double-tap his message.
Me: me too
He double-taps my message.
Me: Going to take another hit of poppers.
I take another hit.
Him: And…
Me: And?
Him: What after?
Me: That’s up to you.
Him: You tell me.
Me: You know I love how the head of your cock feels, teasing my hole, especially when I take a hit of poppers.
He double-taps my message.
Him: Mhhmmm
Him: It’s so good
Me: yeah
Him: teasing you
I double-tap that message.
Him: it’s the best
Me: It feels so good, and these new poppers I got are really strong to really add to the pleasure.
Him: Well invite me over so we can do them together.
I double-tap his message.
Me: My legs are spread.
Him: hehe
Him: I’m not far
Me: and you could rub the head of your cock on my hole.
Him: Mhhm
Me: makes my hole twitch.
Him: Ohh
Him: Perky little thing hehe
Me: you like?
Him: Mhhmmmmm
Him: I’m in an Uber, could change it to drop me at your place instead of mine?
Me: Uber over just to tease my hole and hit poppers?
Him: yup
Me: or are you trying to pop the head in?
Him: we shall see lol
Me: lol, that’s what you said the last time.
I took another hit of poppers.
Him: I know lol.
Me: then you pushed in.
Him: and you liked it.
Me: I did
I felt the popper rush.
Me: It felt good.
I was edging closer to blowing my load reading his dirty talk.
Him: it can happen now if you’d like
Me: I don’t know…I broke my rule last time.
Him: I got tested this week if that helps.
Me: It does.
He double-tapped that message.
Him: Good
Me: you really don’t like the condoms huh?
Him: not really
Him: but I respect them.
Me: I could tell
Him: hehe
Him: so want me to come over?
Me: I thought you were just going to jerk off until you nut, but then…you pushed in bare.
Him: Oops
Him: That was your fault
Me: it was?
Him: yup
Me: huh
I took another hit of poppers, still stroking myself, waiting to hear how it was my fault.
Him: lol
Him: How about me coming over to try again hehe
Me: you were pretty successful last time.
Him: I know
Me: you wanted it bad
Him: still do
Me: did you cum in me?
Him: around you hehe
Me: Around?
Him: the hole
Me: not in?
Him: maybe a bit
Him: but I’ll behave this time
My door buzzer went off. I dropped my phone, my heart racing, the popper rush still hitting me. I tucked my hard dick into my grey briefs and zombie-ran to the door. I hit the buzzer to make it stop blasting through the building. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, fuck…was he coming up? Did…did I tell him to come over? I felt my head spinning, my mind a bit foggy. There was a quiet knock on the door. I unlocked it and peeked through the crack, it was him, smiling, glassy-eyed from a night of drinking. I bit my lower lip and let him in.
He looked me up and down as he slipped off his shoes. He reached out and touched the tip of my hard dick through my underwear. “Looks like you’re trying to cum without me?” He circled his finger around the wet precum spot on the thin fabric.
“I was…jerking off,” I tried to sound somewhat sober but it squeaked out like a pubescent kid caught masturbating.
“I know,” he smiled, walking back to my bedroom, shedding clothes as he did.
I followed. Watching him pull off his shirt, his pale skin had a farmer's tan. He pulled his pants and boxer briefs off too, his pasty white ass in contrast to his tanned torso and lower legs. He pulled me towards him, kissing me hard, I went with it. He grabbed my ass through my underwear and squeezed hard, moaning into my mouth, grinding his hard cock against my crotch.
“Can I take these off?” he tuged on my underwear. “I want to see you naked.”
I nodded.
He pushed me gently to the bed, I lay on my back. Lifting my hips so he could pull my underwear off.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, looking at me like a piece of meat.
He grabbed my legs, turning me over onto my stomach. My heart was beating fast, I was completely unsure of what was happening or how I was in this situation, but I was horny after edging for so long and my body was going along with it. I reached over and grabbed the poppers, taking a deep hit and then passing them to him. He took a deep hit and moaned.
“Fuck, these are strong,” he took another hit and passed them back to me. “Take two hits this time.”
I did as I was told, then felt him massaging my ass cheeks. Quickly he leaned down, his face went between my cheeks and he started to slopily eat me out.
“Mmm, oh fuuuck,” I groaned.
He only stayed down there for a couple of minutes, enough to get my hole nice and wet. He spread my legs like a frog and was suddenly tapping his cock on my hole. He was leaning over my body slightly and I could feel his cock against my taint, pushing against me.
“Mmm,” I breathed out, enjoying the sensation.
He stroked his dick up my crack, letting a streak of his precum smear over my hole. He fucked my crack for a minute before he settled his head on the hole and tried to push in. To my surprise, the head actually popped in without any pain or much resistance.
“Mmm,” he groaned.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
I took another hit of poppers, then passed them to him. He took a hit and slowly pushed his dick into me.
“Ungh, unnnh,” I groaned, my hole wasn’t that willing and his length was an intense feeling that would’ve been painful had it not been for the poppers and shenanigans earlier.
“Yeah, fuck you’re so tight, so tight,” he said, pulling out slowly and pushing in, grinding himself inside me when he hit bottom. “Take two more big hits,” he pulled out again and pushed in a little harder.
“Ungh, fuck, man…we need a condom,” I told him, hitting the poppers as he told me, just getting high as fuck off the fumes.
He groaned, thrusting again, “Nah, I want to fuck you like this,” he whispered, thrusting again, deeper still. “It feels so much better,” he groaned, thrusting harder.
“Ungh…fuck…ungh…ok, just don’t cum in me ok?” I told him.
“If you want,” he said, picking up the pace.
He was ramming me now, hitting my prostate with every thrust, I was leaking precum all over the bed under me. The sound of his hips slapping into my ass cheeks filled the air, echoing off the walls.
“Mmmm,” I heard myself moaning from the pleasure he was giving me, sharing in his pleasure.
He never fucked me like this before, he was so into it, fucking me with more passion and vigor than ever. Pistoning his cock in and out, making sure to get as deep as possible with every thrust. I was spreading my legs wider, arching my ass up to meet his thrusts. I took another hit of poppers. The rush washed over me as he pounded my prostate, sliding inside my hole with ease now.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said. “Do you want me to pull out?”
My head spinning, “Ungh…”
“Fuck…ungh,” he slammed his hips into me, I felt his cock swell, then twitch and throb inside me, “oh fuck, unnnnnghhhh,” he groaned, slamming into me again, “ungh.” He pulled my hips thrusting his pelvis hard into my ass, unloading ropes of his cum inside me as his body stiffened and he groaned like he had the last time he blew his load. “Oh…fuuuuk,” he threw his head back as he caught his breath, then slowly pulled his raw cock out of me.
I was breathing just as heavy as he was, “fuck,” I rolled onto my back, my dick quickly hardening as I stroked myself with him watching me. “Did…did you cum in me?” I breathed heavily, stroking my dick faster.
He smiled at me, “I had to, you said you wanted it,” he slunk down on his arm, laying next to me, reaching his free hand over to my balls as I jerked faster. He squeezed my balls, I felt my hole clench and my cum blew out of my balls, up my shaft, and out the head with force, “Oh…fuuuuck,” my abs tightened so hard my torso lift off the bed as I shot spurt after spurt of cum onto my chest and stomach. My body twitched and my abs finally relaxed and I fell back onto the mattress, completely spent.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He got up, went to the kitchen, running the sink. Then came back with a damp paper towel and handed it to me to clean off. We cleaned ourselves up in silence. The smell of sex and poppers in the air. I just relaxed on the bed, watching him get dressed.
“I know you don’t like people to spend the night,” he grinned. “I’ll let myself out.” He looked at his phone, “fuck it’s late,” he chuckled.
I felt myself drifting off, and my eyes closed I heard him leave and I fell asleep seconds later.
I woke up a little after noon, with a horrible hangover, dried cum all over my body, I clearly didn’t do a good job cleaning myself off. I took a long hot shower, trying to wrap my mind around the details of the night.
