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Subject: Building Sexual Tension (Part 1) Note - the following story, while a work of fiction, is based on true events which happened. Names have been changed and certain details left intentionally vague. If you like this story or any story on this awesome site, please donate to fty so we can continue to enjoy this amazing resource of shared stories and experiences. Feedback and comments are welcome to ail Building Sexual Tension (Part 1) I was supposed to fly home that ght, but my flight got canceled and I was rebooked on another flight the afternoon of the next day. So I wound up staying in a fairly ce downtown hotel, not far from the airport. Just next door to the hotel was one of those typical craft beer bars with a ridiculous number of uque beers on tap. Once I got checked in it was still fairly early, so I decided to walk over and have a beer or two at the bar before calling it a ght. As I walked in the door one of the waitresses hollered at me, "Sit anywhere you like!" So I chose one of those high tables with bar stools right by the front entrance in front of a ce big window overlooking the sidewalk. It was a great view, I could sit there for hours watching the people walk by. I was seated next to the side so the window to my left was the street and the rest of the bar to my right. That's when I saw him. He was wearing a fairly tight brown t-shirt with the establishment's name printed across the chest. Defitely a waiter or bartender or something. The shirt left very little to the imagination. He had a cely defined chest which the shirt tightly hung to his pecs and you could barely see two small points where his pples were as his chest pushed against the top part of his shirt. His body was amazing, snug but not too tight jeans clung to his perfect plump bubble butt ass and revealed a ce bulge in his crotch. Overall, he had a tight muscular thick look, not too thick or too muscular, just enough to be incredibly sexy. He had a thick but short dark brown scruffy beard, and you could see some of the same dark brown chest hair poking just a bit out of the top of his t-shirt neckline. He also had dark brown, almost hypnotic eyes. It's hard to explain his eyes, they were an intense piercing brown but warm and jovial at the same time. Fuck!!!! I could not keep my own eyes off him. I enjoyed watching him as he walked around the place, pretty much preoccupied with grabbing drinks made at the bar and picking up food from the kitchen window and delivering them to tables. He seemed to be having a good time, joking around and during brief lulls he would stand near the bar and chat with one of the female bartenders. As he chatted, from across the room I noticed the slightly hairy forearms and his thick but not overly muscular biceps. He stretched briefly pushing his hands behind his head revealing some deliciously hairy armpits as his t-shirt sleeves strained to keep his biceps covered. His t-shirt pulled up as he stretched revealing about two inches of his bare stomach above his waistline and a brown tuft of hair right above his belt buckle. As his stretch continued it seemed to put additional pressure on the front part of his jeans revealing a slightly visible cock line angling down and a bit to the left. I could have sworn I saw the faint outline of a cock head as the fabric in his jeans tightened even further as he pushed his pelvis forward and his shoulders back completing his stretch. Fuck, fuck, fuck, my head screamed! I can't keep my eyes off this fucker. Just then I noticed his eyes briefly locked onto mine. Oh shit, did he just catch me looking? I quickly looked away and out the big window to my left. A few minutes after placing my drink order I saw him grab a beer from the bar and walk straight toward me. "Here you go! Epicenter amber. Anything else I can get you?" as he shot me a warm smile. Fuck yeah you could let me feel and lick every inch of your gorgeous body my head screamed internally. "Nah, I'm good for now. Thanks". "Sounds good, let me know if you need anything," and he turned and walked back to the bar. I watched his jeans strain over his perfectly formed bubble ass cheeks as he walked. Both globes of his ass were clearly visible, tight and firm; leaving little imagination where is butt crack was as his jeans clung tightly to his thighs and ass. Damn! I was there for an hour. One beer turned into two, I simply could not stop fantasizing about this guy as my own cock began to swell inside my jeans. I need to take my mind off him. I picked up my phone and opened the Grindr app just to check things out. Yeah, yeah, I had it. I installed the app a few months before, played around with it some, but it never turned into anything. I had a very mimal profile, answered a few questions, no pic. Mostly I just enjoyed looking at the guys. I was blown away at how many attractive masculine looking guys were on that app at any given point in time. As I opened it there was one blank profile (no pic) with a brief description, "26, 6'1", 195, white, beard, masculine, top, right now". 17 feet away. Holy shit! 17 feet? Is that right? It must be someone in this bar or maybe next door at the hotel? Maybe walking by outside? I glanced out the window. Nothing. I looked around the bar and saw 2 other guys by themselves, one quite a bit older, the other, hmmmm, he looks 26ish. Dark hair, scruffy face, decent body, could be him? No sign of his phone anywhere. Whoever it was, he was on his phone right now or was just on it. Maybe he was with a group, discreetly looking at the app? I looked around again in the bar and the only other guy about that age I could see was the object of my attention since I arrived. He was in a corner, nose buried in his phone, flipping/scrolling with his finger. Nah, that can't be him. Fuck, it could be? He defitely looks 26 and fits the very brief profile. What the hell, I can't believe he would be on this app. He does not look . . . Bling! Just got a tap. It was the blank profile! Fuck could it be him? Could I be that lucky? I tapped him back. Bling! Now a message. "If you are who I think you are, you are one sexy fucker." I looked up, and he was still holding his phone but looking directly at me. Me: "Fuck! If you're who I think you are, I have been drooling over you the past 2 hours!" Him: "Yeah, I think I picked up on it about an hour ago. I think you caught me looking at you too. I've noticed your stares. It's been turng me on. I gotta resist getting hard in these jeans or it will show." On a whim I sent him a pic of my naked ass, a simple fairly clean pic I snapped a while back. Long story why I had it and as a rule resist sending pics of myself, but jeeeez, this guy was making me feel reckless and I did not care. Him: "Fuck! Not fair!" He looked at me and gave me a devilish grin as I smiled back. There was no question the bulge in his jeans had become larger. I could begin to make out the unmistakable outline of his cock head and as his swelling cock was beginng to push against those tight jeans pointing to the left all the way across the top of his left thigh. He discretely attempted to adjust himself as he took his left hand and pushed down on the swelling bulge, clearly very much aware of the growing problem that was developing. About that time, he disappeared through a door to a back room or something. Him: "Dude, I had to bail to the stock room and get myself calmed down, I can't walk around like this. See what you did?" And a pic came through. He must have been holding his phone near his chest pointing downward to take the pic. It was possibly the most gorgeous piece of manhood I've ever laid eyes on. His t-shirt was pulled up and I could clearly see his flat stomach and belly button with a light trail of brown hair descending into a thick bush surrounding his cock. The cock was thick and cut. He was pulling his underwear out so I could see his entire length of his cock pushing against the front of his boxer briefs, looking down at a thick base which became thicker at the midpoint then tapering in just a bit before his fat cock head which was just as thick as the fat part of his cock. It had to be about 8 inches. Fuck!!!! A dull ache began to boil in the pit of my stomach. My own cock was so fucking hard I knew I was trapped at my table. No way I could walk around like this. I felt like I was 17 again getting a hard-on in class and being afraid to get up from my desk. I also began to realize I was somewhat short of breath as my heart began to race just a bit. A wave of warmth from the boiling feeling in my stomach rose up across my chest and I could feel my face flush. I discreetly snapped a pic of the unmistakable bulge in my jeans resting just below the tabletop and sent it back to him. Me: "See what you are doing to me? I am trapped at this table now." Him: "Dude, you gotta quit sending me pics! Still have a few hours left on my shift, I gotta get control of this." Followed by a happy face emoji. Me: "All good man, sorry, you just really got me turned on." Eventually he emerged, no doubt there was a sizable bulge putting sigficant pressure on the crotch area of his jeans, but he had adjusted it in some way so that you could no longer make out the clear outline of his cock head and shaft. He shot me another devilish grin; fuck he was handsome. His dark brown eyes, warm and inviting, looking straight at me, caused my heart to skip a beat. The short brown beard/scruff was sexy as hell. I would never have guessed this sexy package of manhood would be into guys at all. As the ght progressed, we continued to give each other subtle glances. I ordered another beer. I saw the beer get poured by the bartender. I saw him talk to my waitress in a goofy laughing way and next thing I knew he was walking right toward me with it. The bulge in his pants was still prominent as he walked. "Here's your beer. Name is Jake by bursa escort the way" "Hey Jake, thanks, Brian here." "I just told Stephae I recogzed you from years ago and she agreed to let me take care of you the rest of the eveng." "Well, she's been great, but glad to have you take care of me too." "You planng to stick around?" "Hell yeah, I'm in the hotel next door, so I can stay as long as I want." "Perfect. Don't run off." Jake smiled just as the bartender hollered at him. He had to get back to work. As he walked away his perfectly formed bubble ass drove me crazy. As if he had to tell me, I had no intention of going anywhere. I could sit here and watch this hot fucker all ght. I could not keep my eyes off Jake as the next hour passed and he kept looking at me too followed by that same sly grin. I slowly nursed my beer being cautious not to drink too much as the reality slowly started to sink in . . . this hot guy wants to fuck. As the eveng progressed the patrons slowly thinned out until about 11:30 it was just me and another small group of people at another table across the room who were in the final stages of signg their check and preparing to leave. Jake returned to my table. The bulge in his jeans remained, full and protruding like he had a tens ball buried in there. I still could not make out the outline of the cock he sent me a picture of, but there was no doubt his cock was putting sigficant pressure against his jeans. "You interested in some company toght? I get off in about 30 minutes." "Yeah man, I would love it!" "Excellent!" Jake leaned forward slightly until the edge of the table was pressing against the front of his thighs. The bulge in his jeans became even more pronounced. He quietly gruffed under his breath, not a whisper, but quiet enough to be sure no one could hear him, "Do you like to have your ass eaten?" My heart literally skipped a beat and then the sudden recovering beat thumped forcefully in my chest causing me to gasp slightly. A low under my breath moan reflexively emerged from my throat. I didn't intend to make a noise, it just happened as I tried to regain my breath. "That sounds like a yes." Finally I gathered enough composure to respond, "Yes! I would like that." "Good," Jake replied, "but I have to warn you, I am very good at it. I promise you, whether you plan to get fucked toght or not, you will be begging for it if you let me eat your ass." I had never talked with a guy like this before. I had never talked to anyone like this before! Something about the erotic nature of him describing what he planned to do to me, the full on testosterone manliness of this guy, the sound of his voice, the suggestion that I would be begging to be fucked, it was almost too much. My breath continued to quicken as I managed to maintain control, but I could feel my ragged exhales almost as if we were already engaged in man-to-man sex. "Fuck yeah," I replied. "Hang tight man, I'll be right back." Jake walked off to the back room again and disappeared. A few minutes later he returned and walked straight to me and extended his hand discreetly, down low by the table. "Here, take this, don't let anyone see." He had something wadded up in his hand, it was a ball of cloth. I took the ball of cloth from him, keeping it out of sight below the table. "This is my jock I wore at the gym earlier today. I had to put it on after you and I started to chat to contain my fucking hard-on so it wasn't so obvious. Do me a favor, go to the bathroom and put it on under your jeans. The idea of knowing you are wearing it would be so hot." My labored breathing continued. It was like I was out of breath, but I wasn't. Like I had just run a mile, but had no need to gasp for air. I have never in my life felt so excited, so alive, so intensely turned on. "I'll put it on now." "Fuck yeah," Jake quietly replied and then walked back to the bar to fish cleang up no doubt preparing to leave. I got up and walked to the bathroom, thankfully the bar had cleared out and even the bartender was somewhere else. My own cock was so fucking hard there was no hiding it. I got to the bathroom, went into the stall, and closed and locked the door. I could not believe this was happeng. It was different, it was kinky, and it was very erotic. I slipped my shoes off quickly and lowered my jeans and briefs until they were all the way off. I noticed my underwear had a sizable wet spot where my cock had been resting. No doubt I had been leaking precum for an extended period of time. I took Jake's jock and held it to my nose. Fuck it smelled good. Just moments ago, Jake's thick cock had been resting inside the pouch I was now holding to my nose. It was clean but defitely had the unmistakable man odor of cock, balls and precum. I was intoxicated by it. I could have stood there for an hour and taken in the scent. I knew a few quick strokes of my cock and I could have easily blasted a load across the room. I stepped each bare foot into the jock and slid the strap up over my ass and pulled the front pouch over my solid rock-hard cock. Trying to get it on was a joke. I attempted to get it to cover my fully erect cock which was impossible. I finally resolved to have it cover my balls and base of my cock while the entire top half of my cock emerged from the side while held firmly across my pelvis and top of my left thigh by the jock. That will have to do. Within seconds I had my jeans back on, slipped back into my shoes and realized I had an extra pair of underwear now I was not wearing. Without thinking twice, I walked out of the stall and tossed the underwear in the trash. Holy fuck, the feeling of walking back to my table wearing this stud's jock was beyond any level of thrill I could imagine and just knowing my cock and balls were resting in the same jock pouch as this stud's thick piece of manhood was just moments ago was almost more than I could handle. Jake from behind the bar gave me a deep devilish smirk and raised his eyebrows with a questiong look. I knew what he was asking. "Yep, I'm wearing it," I quietly answered. "Fuck yeah," he quietly replied, "I can tell." His eyes sparkled as he grinned. As I walked past, I noticed the feeling of my bare ass against my jeans and my hard cock plastered against my upper thigh held in place by Jake's jock. I briefly looked down, holy fuck you can see my cock through my jeans. I returned to the table and Jake came over with the check. There was no hiding how incredibly hard and big he was. The outline of his thick cock and cock head no longer contained by his jock were unmistakable. It wasn't obscene, you had to be looking but anyone who looked would know this guy was extremely turned on. Thankfully no one remained in the bar. His colleagues were frantically busy with their closing activities to notice anything. "Here's your check man. I need you to leave before me, so it doesn't look like I'm leaving with a customer if that's cool?" "Yeah, no problem at all, I'll head back to the hotel and wait for you in the lobby." "Perfect, I'll be there in 10." And with that I quickly signed the check and made the short stroll over to my hotel, entered the lobby and plopped down on a sofa near the elevator where I could keep an eye on the lobby door. The minutes lasted forever. I had never been so turned on. Fuck, what if he didn't show, what if he got cold feet? Is that *really" why he asked me to leave first? What if he decided he wasn't attracted to me after all? This was too good to be true, was it really going to happen? Well at least I've got his jock and I will have an amazing extended jack off session with it. My mind swam with random thoughts. Somewhere in the back of my mind I convinced myself he was not going to show up and then there he was, walking through the front lobby door. He was now wearing a jacket covering his firm hard chest, but the jacket did nothing to hide the large swollen cock resting in his jeans which pulled tightly across his member as he walked. Remembering that he removed his jock for me it was clear he had no underwear on. The jeans did little to conceal it. Thankfully the lobby was pretty much empty. His swollen cock was so big, so visible, so obvious. I needed it in my mouth, I thought to myself, I know he has plans, but I need it in my mouth and soon. As he walked it continued to flop loosely around under its own girth and weight behind the jeans. I stood up and greeted his bulge . . . I mean him . . . and he followed me to the elevator. As I pushed the button to call the elevator, he stood behind me and rested his hand on my ass. The door flew open, the elevator was empty and we stepped in. As the door closed and I pushed the button for the 5th floor, Jake leaned in close to my face. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. I wondered if mine looked the same. He moved closer to my face as I felt the elevator lurch and begin its ascent. He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of my face as my breathing began to get ragged again. So was his! He gave me a long deliberate lick up the side of my face and moaned quietly as he did it. I reflexively replied with an approving moan of my own. He then moved to my mouth and we engaged in the deepest amal-like kiss I have ever experienced. This was unlike any kiss I had with a woman. It was pure intense passion. We were not gentle, we licked each other's tongues, his lips and mine would lock as our tongues continued their hypnotic dance inside our mouths, deep intense probing and with purpose. Fuck it was hot! Bing! We reached the 5th floor and before the door opened, we separated. An older woman and perhaps her daughter were standing there. They had no idea, as we casually stepped off the elevator past them. I led the way down the hall to my room and he followed closely, slipping his fingers under the back of my jeans as we walked. When I reached my room door bursa escort bayan and began to fumble for my key he reached around and laid his mouth into mine again. As he kissed, I could feel his thick hard piece of steel against my thigh. Somehow, I managed to get the room key from my wallet and held it against the door lock. Almost a minor miracle, the door unlocked with the first attempt. That never happens! The door flew open and we were inside the room face to face bodies pressed hard against each other as the door slammed closed. Finally! We were alone and free to do whatever the fuck we wanted with each other. This moment had been building for hours and it was finally here. I let out a deep low sex induced moan. He growled in response, "Fuck yeah man, I'm so fucking hard. You are so good looking. I couldn't keep my eyes off your ass and your handsome face all ght," Jake growled back. He slid his hands under my shirt and pinched my pple. In the same action he lifted my shirt up and I helped lift it over my head briefly interrupting our intense deep tongue lashing making out session. "I gotta see you in my jock," he groaned as he slid his hand under the front of my jeans. I clumsily loosened my belt as he unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. Within seconds I was stepping out of the jeans and was completely naked except for Jake's jock which did nothing to contain my raging hard on. "Fuckkkkkk you look so hot." He grabbed my swelling cock and began to stroke it as we continued to furiously make out which now evolved into periods of gentle kissing and probing followed by intense moments of deep tongue full on amal making out. Something about standing there, completely naked (except the jock) before a fully clothed Jake was erotic and exciting, but it didn't take long for Jake to hoist his tight t-shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. His chest was amazing. Well-formed flat pecs with average sized pples and a thin mat of brown hair which concentrated more around his pples. He was well built, but in an average kind of way. There was that same thick trail of hair below his belly button I saw in the pic he sent me earlier disappearing below his waistline. We resumed our intense raw amal sex induced make-out session as I felt his lightly hairy muscular chest press up against mine. We continued to make out as I felt him fumble for his belt and quickly undid his own jeans and clunk, the jeans hit the floor and that marvelous piece of manhood sprung to life. As I suspected, he was not wearing any underwear. His cock, the same level as mine, was now pressing against me no longer contained in any way by the jock, as we continued to make-out he grabbed them both with one hand and began to stroke them together, his cock underneath mine with his fat cock head poking at my balls. He let out a quiet whispering yet raspy groan of pleasure. The feeling of his thick hard cock against mine was intense. This alone could have had me shooting cum everywhere in a matter of seconds. I had to have his cock. I broke our intense make-out tongue thrashing and began to give his pples a similar treatment while he continued to rub both our cocks together. Jake let out an approving moan as I felt his right pple harden under my treatment. I continued to move down until I was eye level with that beautiful cock and gave it a kiss and then a light lick on that perfectly shaped fat cockhead. "Oh yeah, fuuuuuuck," Jake moaned. As I continued to gently lick the shaft of his thick solid 8" steel cock which curved upward and pulsed with his heartbeat, a thin string of precum began to dangle and stretch from the slit. Mmmmmm, I licked it off and it tasted amazing. With that I plunged his cock into my mouth. I was shocked how it was soft and smooth and rock solid hard at the same time. Jake moaned again, deeper, lower. I looked up and could see his eyes roll back in his head momentarily but then he looked straight down and those piercing brown eyes locked with mine again as I sucked. I gradually started applying suction as I sucked his thick cock and then reached my hand up to play with his balls. Fuck his balls were heavy. I continued for another 5 minutes slurping up and down alternating looking at his approving face and the thick bush of pubic hair so close to my nose as I sunk his fat cock deep into my throat. As I continued my methodical stroking of his cock with my mouth I began to apply more suction. I could feel his already hard cock get even harder and his fat cockhead began to swell. I became infatuated with the ridge of his cockhead and feeling of it as my lips closed around and snapped past it over and over. I detected more unmistakable sweet/salty taste in my mouth as his cock continued to ooze precum. "Stop man, stop. I'm gonna cum. Don't make me cum yet." I heard a distinct suction plop as I released his beautiful cock from my mouth. "Fuck! Fuck yeah that was good. My turn," Jake commanded while grabbing my face and pulling me back up to his. We exchanged another deep make out session for about 20 seconds and then he lowered himself down to my cock and began lightly teasing me with his tongue. "Let's get you out of this," referring to his sexy sport jock he gave me earlier in the eveng at the bar. "I want unrestricted access to you," and he pulled the waistband down and out over my rock hard swollen member. The jock fell to the floor as my hard cock snapped upward and hit my belly. As much as I enjoyed wearing his jock, the feeling of finally being totally naked with this man caused another wave of erotic intense joy wash over me. He then took my cock into his mouth deep. Fuck! It felt so good. He slowly started sliding my cock in and out of his mouth while applying suction. I focused on his scruffy face and lips slurping around the hardest erection I think I've ever experienced as it disappeared in and out of his mouth. Another warm rush radiated from my cock and washed across my body. Each stroke of delightful friction was overwhelming me as I became aware of my building orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck yeah, oh fuck, you're going to make me cum," I warned. Jake promptly released my cock from his expert mouth. "Lay down on the bed on your back. It's time for me to work on that ass!", he growled, "I've been thinking about getting to that ass from the moment I saw you walk in the door." And with that I was on my back, knees against my chest and Jake was pushing back against the bottom of my thighs firmly with his strong hands. I had been thinking about this moment all eveng and it was finally here. My throbbing cock continued to leak precum as it bobbed just above my abdomen. Jake leaned down and forward and gave be a ce fat lick from below my asshole across it and then up to my balls. The feeling was electric! The stimulation in this very intimate area was over the top and the position he was holding me, I was completely vulnerable and submissive. I was under his complete control and loved it. A level of relaxation washed over me. I knew this amazing stud was going to take care of me. He continued with the uncomplicated strokes of his fat delicious tongue stroking upward, lapping my asshole. At one point he lifted his head and growled, "relax and enjoy the ride, I'm just getting started." Gradually over time, the upward strokes with his tongue became a little more forceful, I could begin to hear lapping sounds and he occasionally moaned with each upward stroke. The feeling was almost indescribable. His tongue was so soft and wet, velvety smooth across my very sensitive hole, but it was framed with the prickling of his beard along the inside of my ass cheeks. The combination of soft and wet, his moans, the prickling of his beard; it was all driving me into sensory oblivion. Time seemed to stop. I was enjoying every millisecond. As he continued I became aware of my deep breaths and groans with each stroke. He seemed to be feeding off my pleasure as he responded with more moans and the occasional, "oh yeah!" in between strokes. After another 10 minutes or so of this continuous bathing of my hole with his wet sloppy tongue things started to change up. Now he was stopping right over my hole, pressing his lips and applying suction while gently rocking up and down with his mouth. I could feel his tongue pressing into me. Not far, but far enough. The wet smacking kissing sound was also becoming louder. He was making out with my asshole the same way he was with my mouth moments ago and then switched back to the upstroke licking. I could feel the tight ring around my hole relax as my thighs began to quiver with pleasure. I had no idea it could feel this good. I continued to relax completely as all thoughts left my brain and I focused on the intense pleasure of my exposed asshole. "Holy fuck!" came out of my mouth from nowhere. "Mmmmmm, yeah, mmmmmm, your ass tastes so good," Jake moaned as he continued. He then slowly inserted a finger, just to the first knuckle and began moving it around lightly while continuing to massage my hole with his tongue. "Oh fuck yeah, relax that hole for me," and then he lightly blew on it. The light cool feeling of his breath, the fact he was so into it, had me in a sexual trance in which no thought was present in my mind but pure raw amal sensations. "That's it, wow, oh yeah, I can feel your hole giving into me, fuck!" And then he dove into me harder, I could feel his tongue probing deeper and deeper. I was in heaven. I was on my back, knees against my chest and as I closed my eyes in pleasure I could actually *SEE* his sexy tongue probing my asshole. I can't describe it, the vision was clear, it was real, my brain was reproducing a visual image of what I was feeling for me. As my hole continued to relax it felt like he had two fingers effortlessly sliding in and out. Then I could feel him pull my asshole wider with his fingers allowing him escort bursa to dive in deeper and deeper with his tongue with low soft aggressive moans followed by moments of gentle licking and flicking with his tongue and then returned to the deep penetrating bathing of his tongue inside me. He continued alternating between flicking and licking with his tongue and the deep penetrating probing with his lips firmly sealed around my hole. "Oh god Jake, don't stop, oh god." He grabbed my cock and gave some gentle yet forceful tugs and took my cockhead into his mouth while his fingers returned and probed my totally relaxed hole which felt soft and pliable. The dull ache in the pit of my stomach began to boil again, as I felt waves of pleasure wash over my entire body and realized holy fuck I am seconds away from cuming! "Don't make me cum!" I managed to beg. He released my cock with his hand and returned his mouth to my ass and began applying that delightful suction to my asshole again. The wave of pleasure relaxed but remained. The feeling of wanting him inside me began to build with an intensity I have never experienced. I wanted it so bad. The emotional connection, the idea of that thick beautiful cock sliding into me, I knew I was ready for it, my hole was so relaxed. "Fuck, fuck, Jake, I, fuck, I need . . . " "Yeah, what? Tell me!" as he dove across my asshole with his mouth again, "Tell me what you want!" "I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, so bad!" Jake paused and raised his head while reinserting his fingers, I could see his brown sexy eyes and beard between my legs, "Yeah? I don't know, I'm having too much fun eating your ass, I could do this for hours." "I need you now Jake, please fuck me! Please!" He smirked another one of those devilish cat who ate the canary grins, "What did I tell you?" I had completely forgotten, he told me I would beg for it, he told me in the bar. Here I was maybe an hour later begging him to slide his cock into me just as he told me I would. I didn't care, I needed him in me. "Please Jake, fuck me!" "Relax buddy, I'm ready too, I'm about to be inside you." With that he got up on his knees behind me maintaing his pressure with his hands on my thighs pressing my knees back toward either side of my face. I felt one hand release as he grabbed his thick throbbing manhood and slapped it onto to my crack and began a slow stroking fucking motion with the underside of his cock rubbing my asshole and balls. "Oh fuuuuuuuuck I want it. I want you in me!" "Yeah? Oh yeah mmmmm that hole feels ready." Jake positioned his thick cockhead against my ass and began to apply pressure. A little more about me . . . I have led a mostly straight life. I have been fucked a few times and my experience has been at the moment a cock slides in, sigficant pain as my asshole stretches to accommodate the invading cock. After about 30-60 seconds, the pain slowly melts away and is replaced by unbelievable pleasure which is why after my first experience I was left with a hunger for more. I share that now, because what I experienced with Jake was different. As his cockhead penetrated my accommodating hole I felt the ring of my ass relax and expand around his cock with no pain. His cockhead was thick and it was in me. My eyes closed as I focused on the fullness I was feeling and aching for more of it. Once again, my brain produced a mental image this time of his cock penetrating my hole. I swear I could see that beautiful cock entering me. "Hey buddy! Look at me, look at my eyes, I need to see your eyes!" Jake commanded. I opened my eyes and stared straight into his dark brown fiery warm eyes. The connection was intense as a warm rush of affection for this guy washed over me. "That's it buddy, keep looking at me. So hot, I'm so into you right now. Fuck you're sexy, I love watching your face as I slide into you." And with that his cock effortlessly slid into me deep with one slow smooth stroke and I felt his balls against my ass and thick bush of cock hair against my balls. I was blown away, no pain, no adjustment period, just pure delightful friction. He knew what he was doing all right. It was then I realized how much a good top can prepare his buddy to get fucked. He no doubt read the extreme pleasure in my face and eyes as he held his thick fuck stuck deep inside me. "Ooooooooh yeah. That's what I was looking for. Keep looking at me, fuck yeah." He slowly withdrew back to the head of his cock, glanced down briefly to see where he was at and then the fiery piercing gaze of his brown eyes locked on my own eyes again. It was like he could see straight into my soul. He grinned that devilish smirk again and nodded his head, "Oh yeah, here we go again," and he slid back into me. "Fuck it feels so good to be in you." Jake continued his slow deep strokes. His cock was thick and hard as my ass expanded and clamped around it. Wave after wave of intense pleasure continued to wash across my body. Jake leaned forward, extended his tongue and we locked mouths again. We were deep into each other as he continued sliding in and out slowly as my insides screamed with pleasure from the friction the delightful deep strokes his thick fuck stick was generating. Occasionally he would grab my throbbing cock while continuing his intense stare into my eyes. "That feels so good . . . wait, don't make me cum," as my entire lower pelvis region and balls would surge with boiling pleasure. As he released my cock from his grip, another wave of intense pleasure washed across my body. Something else that was different than the few prior fuck experiences, Jake never sped up his fucking action. Just long deep purposeful stroke after stroke after stroke. He maintained the same speed. I kept expecting as he built toward orgasm he would speed up, but he did not. He just continued slow, purposeful, pleasurable deep strokes. He seemed to enjoy each slide of his cock into me as much as I did. Jake momentarily broke his gaze as he looked down to concentrate on his cock sliding in and out of me. I could tell he was enjoying watching his cock as it slid into me. It was then I noticed the mirror on the wall behind him and his perfectly shaped bubble ass thrusting and flexing with each deep stroke as he continued his slow methodical fuck. Now I had watched that ass all ght in the bar dreaming what it would look like without his jeans covering it and this picture of perfection nearly sent me over the edge. It was too much. The combination of his beautiful thick cock deep inside me and the amazing friction causing waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body and the picture of his beautiful ass flexing and pushing, pulling back, flexing, pushing . . . "Jake, Jake, stop for a second. Stop . . . you're gonna make me cum. I don't wanna cum yet." "Ok buddy, I don't want you to cum yet either." Jake stopped the deep stroking massage of my insides. "But don't worry if you do, we'll just let you recharge and then fuck some more." That one simple comment made me relax with the realization that once we blew our loads we would be able to do this again. I realized the last lingering concern that was bouncing around in my sensory overloaded brain was I didn't want it to end, and he just melted it away. "Would you want to spend the ght?" I offered as the boiling in my cock began to relax but the fullness of his thick cock deep inside me remained. "I would love to spend the ght with you. Fuck yeah! Fuck your ass feels so good around my cock," Jake whispered. "I would love to stay with you in bed all ght and fuck as much as we want." "Oh fuck yeah, let's do this all ght!" I whispered back. The surge of emotions was intense. He wanted to spend the ght with me. I wanted him to spend the ght with me. The emotional connection was almost overwhelming. Jake resumed his slow deep fucking. Stroke . . . stroke . . . stroke (same slow deliberate fuck). With each deep stroke of his cock inside me he would groan "oh fuck." Stroke / "oh fuck" / stroke / "oh fuck" / stroke / "fuck yeah" / stroke / "oh fuck" / stroke / "Can I breed you?" as he paused deep inside me and I could feel his thick cock pulse as he flexed it waiting for my response. "Yes! Yes! I want to feel your cum inside me," I begged. "Good," he gruffly groaned as he resumed his slow deep penetrating fuck. "OH FUCK! FUCK," Jake began to groan loudly. I saw his chest and face flush as his building orgasm took control and then I felt him slide in deep and the unmistakable pulse of his cock as he began to unload his thick ropes of cum deep inside me. With each shot of cum he flexed and pushed his cock deeper. Again I could see his ass flexing in the mirror behind him with each wave of his orgasm and the mental image of his cock inside me reappeared in my brain. The boiling pleasure deep in my stomach rocked through my body. At that same moment Jake grabbed my cock and gave it a stroke with his hand, and that was it, I erupted cum everywhere. A shot hit my face, another hit his face, wave after wave ripped through me as each pulse of cum shot from me. Jake's own thrusting stopped but he kept his cock deep inside me. I began to see stars and almost lost consciousness with the last few waves. My cock continued to spasm another 4 or 5 times after the last shot of cum and I wondered if the spasms would ever stop, but finally I relaxed. "Fuck!!!! That was so intense!", I finally groaned with satisfying pleasure. Jake slowly pulled his cock from inside me and collapsed on the bed next to me on his side and then leaned in for another deep kiss. We engaged in another deep intense make-out session. We were lying on our sides facing each other making out until finally collapsing on our backs to catch our breath. Lying next to this sexy as fuck stud, feeling his naked body next to mine was heaven. We both began to laugh, a result from the recogtion of what we just experienced more than anything. The ght is not over . . . * * * All of us enjoy the stories here, so please, support Nifty. Like any other business, it takes resources to keep it runng. Nifty appreciates your support, and so do I!