I met this guy in a club, one of the big places down at Vauxhall. It had been a long night, my friends had all gone home but I was still wired and wanted to stick around, partly for a dance and partly with the hope of getting a click.
So by four o’clock the club is starting to get quiet. I have reached the point where I reckon I’ve sussed out every guy in the place, and either decided I’m not interested in them or that they are not interested in me. I’m not so desperate that I will just go with anyone, so I start to think about heading home for a cigarette and a wank.
Anyway, I walk through the bar area for one last look before I leave, and I spot him sitting on his own in the corner. He’s got his T-shirt off and he’s muscley, that’s the first thing I notice, with big arms and a wide hairy chest. I sit down on a stool next to him, and smile over. He smiles back, so I say “How are you?”
“I’m alright, how are you?” he says, and the conversation starts there.
He’s older than me, in his early 40’s, and he seems friendly enough, and quite genuine. I can tell pretty quickly that he is interested in me, because he keeps talking, laughs at my jokes, and a couple of times he strokes the back of my head.
“Do you want to go for a dance,” I ask, and when he says yes we walk through to the room next door. He’s short, maybe 5’6, but his upper body is great, solid shoulders, a broad back and a tiny waist. We dance for a bit, gradually working closer, touching and rubbing against each other. After a few minutes we kiss, and I have to bend down to reach his mouth.
We dance and kiss for a bit more, then I suggest going back to mine. The music is so loud that I have to almost shout it in his ear. He is up for it, so I go to the cloakroom and get my coat and he puts his T-shirt back on.
Its daylight outside, and there are people wandering around, doing their shopping and having coffee. The sun is already warm, but I am still wired and wide awake.
As we walk back he talks about himself. He works for a supermarket, used to be a personal trainer, and has just finished his first course of steroids. Now that I look at him properly he does have a strange physique, with wide thighs and a sticky-out bum, but I still think he’s sexy. He says that he is a top, and describes himself as an ‘arse man’. He says that he used to be overweight, but now he goes to the gym six times a week, he thinks he might be addicted.
Back at the house I open a bottle of white wine. I end up drinking most of it, and we talk and kiss on the sofa as I smoke a couple of cigarettes. I ask him to take off his T-shirt so I can stroke his pecs and play around with his nipples. He can tell that I am getting tired, which might be something to do with the wine, so he suggests going through to the bedroom.
I go for a piss, and when I come through he’s already naked and in bed.
“I had to take my pants off, they were a mess,” he says.
I strip down to my underwear, get into bed next to him and we start to kiss. He’s a good kisser, surprisingly soft and gentle.
I work my hands over his torso, down his stomach and onto his cock. He’s hard already.
“I should warn you that I might no be able to get it up,” I say. “I’m still pretty wired.” He just laughs. I move myself down the bed, put his cock in my mouth and start working on it. It’s a good size, long with decent size balls, but his foreskin is loose and saggy which I find a bit of a turn-off.
After a few minutes he says “Turn over and let me get a look at your arse.”
I roll over and he pulls my pants down, I have to lift myself off the bed as he struggles to get them past my knees. He starts stroking my cheeks, them pulls them apart and sticks his face in between. He really goes for it, licking and sticking his tongue right in. I moan a bit, and play with myself, trying to get myself hard, feeling a bit self-conscious about my soft cock.
He pulls back, then starts fiddling with my hole. I look over my shoulder to see him licking one of his fingers, which he then sticks in me, firmly but carefully. I’m groaning now, hanging on the bars on my headboard, and pushing myself back onto his finger.
“You’ve got a very sexy arse,” he says.
He finger fucks me a bit more, pushing it in and out, but gently so that is doesn’t hurt.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask.
“Eventually,” he says, “but you’re quite tight.”
After that I suck him off a bit more, with him on his knees and me lying flat on my stomach so he can rub my back and work a finger into my hole.
Eventually he pushes me over onto my back and moves down to my cock, but I am embarrassed because it’s still soft. He takes it in his mouth, I try to push him away, but he fights me off playfully and sucks on it a bit longer.
It starts to harden slightly, but it’s obvious that I am still too high to get it up properly.
Eventually he gives up and we both lie there, exhausted.
He drifts in and out of sleep, I can tell by the changes in his breathing, but I am wide awake, so I lie and play with myself for a bit. He rolls into me, putting one of his massive arms round me, and a run a finger up and down the bulge of his muscle. I push my arse back onto his cock, and soon I can feel it harden again.
“Right,” he says with a new sense of determination, and he rolls me onto by back and climbs on top of me. I lift my head up awkwardly, pull his cock in my mouth and knead his balls in my other hand. He thrusts into my face, and reaches back and starts playing with my cock, which is hard now, at last. I move my free hand round to his arse, which is small and tight and covered in soft hairs.
I can tell he’s getting close, and after a couple of minutes he takes over his own cock and starts wanking himself hard. I notice the loose skin on his stomach which wobbles like jelly as he wanks, I suppose it must be because he used to be so fat. I ask him to flex, and try to concentrate on his hard, hairy pecs to take my attention away from his shivering belly.
He comes quickly, shoots over my stomach, but not much comes out. I run a finger through it then stick it in my mouth, just to get a taste of him. He moves over onto his back with a sigh, so I climb on top and start playing with myself. He helps me along by tweeking my nipples and rubbing my balls, and every so often I lean forward for a kiss.
When I come, its shoots a long string of spunk up over his chest, onto his cheek and up onto his forehead, just missing his eye.
“Sorry,” I say, but he just laughs.
“That’s alright.”
I go through to the bathroom and get a towel, which I use to mop up the spunk. I throw the towel on the bedroom floor, then we both lie there for a bit, me with my head on his chest.
After a bit he says, “I better get going. I’ve got to go to work this afternoon.”He gets up, and I fall back into a doze as he gets dressed and disappears through to the kitchen. A few minutes later he comes back into the bedroom
“I’ve left my number,” he says.
He leans over and kisses me goodbye, and I hear his footsteps on the stair followed by the slam of the front door.
When I go through to the kitchen later I find his number written on the cover of a magazine, along with his name and an x for a kiss.
A week later I am feeling horny, so I phone him and leave a message with my number.
He doesn’t call me back.
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