Stories : The Hook Up

I was nervous, heart racing as I drove the few miles down the road from where I lived in Maryland to his house. I was not the most confident; describing myself as average when I pulled up to the address I had been given. I sent a text message to him that I had arrived, and slowly walked up to the door, my chest pounding. He was my height with broad shoulders, short dark hair and eyes. He smiled at me and motioned for me to follow up the stairs and into a small bedroom on the right. The door closed behind us as I handed him the six pack he had asked me to bring.  There was a small tv on a stand nearby playing a movie; nothing special, just one of those made for tv movies that allot of the networks played at that time of night. He was wearing small shorts and a tank top showing off his smooth legs and chest. I was in jeans and a t shirt and could feel my cock stirring as I watched him open one of the bottles and raise it to his lips.

He smiled at me and pulled me down onto the bed, I could feel the warmth of his body as I pulled him close to me. Soon, clothes hit the floor as we explored each other’s body. I loved his mouth on me as we devoured each other; teasing every inch of flesh, twisting and contorting as we both were eager to explore the other one. Pushing me onto my back I felt his mouth engorge my cock, sliding all nine inches down his willing and eager throat, sucking furiously. I moaned as his tongue and mouth slurped and teased the sensitive flesh of my organ. Flipping around I spread his legs for my pleasure as he enjoyed sliding my cock in and out of his expert mouth. I reached spreading his ass apart and enjoyed the sight of his smooth ripe cherry. I buried my mouth onto his exposed hole, taking long strokes of my tongue licking it, nibbling at the tender flesh. My hands exploring his tight, smooth body as we orally enjoyed each other.

His moans only fueled my enthusiasm as I probed the tender flesh with my tongue; pushing as deep as my tongue and jaw would allow. I wanted him so badly; I could feel my cock rage and strain, pulsing in anticipation of his sweet hole. His moans changed to quiet pleas, wanting what I have been wanting since arrival. Pushing his smooth body onto his stomach, I climbed behind him on the bed, rubbing my cock on the spit soaked hole, hearing him moan louder in anticipation. As the head penetrated into him, he pushed back, swallowing the length of my engorged cock, taking all nine inches down to the root inside of his tight hole. I moaned as I was thrust balls deep into his cavity. “Oh god,” we both moaned as I could feel the muscles gripping me tightly, and he felt his insides stretched in wonder of how he was able to consume it all. Gripping his hips, I began to thrust into his round bubble ass, loving the contrast of his tan skin and pale ass as I slithered in and out of his hole, hearing him gasp and beg for more.

I could not help but become greedy looking down at this handsome man impaled on my cock, my plaything as I pulled him up, tightly against my body. One of my hands, I slide down his torso gripping his cock while my other moved his head back wanting to enjoy his sweet pouty lips; as I pounded his delicious ass. Thrusting wildly, his moans grew louder as he pushed back in time with every thrust. “Oh,” I moaned, “I’m getting close…” feeling my balls tighten up as I continued to stroke him. He reached down gripping himself in place of my hand, “Don’t pull out. I want to cum when you do,” his low voice exhausted from our encounter only fueled my want of him more as I hammered deeply bouncing off his ass. I could feel it churning and knew I would explode. He could feel my cock head flare inside of him, knowing that I was going to cum, pushing me back against the wall as he kept it firmly, deeply inside of him. He was stroking furiously as I let go inside of him, moaning loudly as he gripped me that much tighter.  I felt the spasms of his cavity as he exploded shooting streams across the bed.

Almost instinctively my hands wrapped around him, feeling his racing heartbeat under my palm as I wondered what to do next. I didn’t even know his name. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself off. Then he glanced over his shoulder smiling, “You’re still hard.” The way he said it almost under his breath, caused my heart to race again, feeling the blood racing through my body. He started grinding back into me, still keeping me pinned to the wall. “You like that ass don’t you?” his smile was somehow like a playful child’s, somehow sweet and innocent but at the same time mischievous.

“Yeah,” I returned the smile. Somehow I knew it was more than that. I wanted to touch him, to feel him. In my own head it sounded crazy

“Then take it,” He laughed playfully as he released me from the wall, pulling me down on top of him as he lay down on his stomach. I was captivated, as I began to thrust in and out of that perfect bubble again. This time he was more vocal, not just moaning but begging me to use him as I pleased. “Oh god,” me moaned, a guttural cry raising out of him, causing me to get light headed, “You know how to fuck an ass don’t you.” He pushed back, grinding into me again as I impaled him on my cock over and over again.

My knee pushed behind his, opening his hole up more. I wanted all of him and could not help myself. I kissed along his neck, my arms wrapping around him as I continued to push and pull, loving how he griped me and writhed under me. All the words got caught in my throat. I knew I would say something stupid if I tried to make words come out. All I could do was moan. Bodies glittering from sweat as we continued to thrust and moan. Soon I was at a climax again.

He realized it, grinding back hard against me, almost knocking me off the bed. “Yeah, give me that hot seed of yours.” Flipping onto his back and locking his legs around me, pulling my mouth to his, as though to suck the breath out of me. I began to explode, this time my whole body trembling as I realized deeply into him. My moaning into his open mouth muffled by his advancing tongue as I sucked furiously and struggled for air at the same time. We lay there for a few moments, me on top of him. Then he gently pulled off of me, and got off the bed. I reluctantly turned over and sat up. He walked back in while I was still looking for my jeans, with a warm wash cloth, pushing me onto my back as he wiped me down with it, cleaning me up. He smiled the entire time.

“I was just going to get a shower when I got home,” I smiled not wanting to overstay my welcome. “But, thank you.”

The expression on his face looked like disappointment, “I thought you would spend the night.”

“Sure,” masking the excitement I felt as he offered. “I don’t see why not,” although I was nervous despite my nonchalant tones.

He pulled the covers back and lay down on his side inviting me to lay next to him. I lay on my back next to him as he pulled the covers over us both. Then, he reached over his shoulder, gripping my wrist and pulling my arm around him, as I moved onto my side against him, holding him through the night. I have stayed in this position for two years now, and still don’t want to leave.

D.W Price