I had always thought about being with John again, but never thought it would happen, We had lost contact with each other many years ago, but seeing him now, the want to be with him again came streaming back.
It had been about fifteen years since that first time I had sex as a teenager, and being it had been such a long time, I never expected to run into John again. Yea, initially I wasn’t into being with him again, but I think because he was the first person to have sex with me, I later tried to find him, hoping to rekindle our, let’s say relationship.
Unfortunately, I lost contact with him, and soon came to realize it wasn’t going to happen. I continued to think about being with him, wanting to see him, imagining what it would be like to be with him again.
As time went on, I started dating girls, trying to forget what had happened, but I still found myself occasionally fantasizing about being with John, to the point where I’d find myself masturbating and even using toys, wanting to experience it again.
I did end up getting married when I was about twenty-five; it lasted a little while, but for obvious reasons, it didn’t work out, I think because I was continuing to think about John, and what we had done.
Any ways, about five years after being divorced, by chance while I was out shopping at the mall, suddenly there he was. It was from a distance, but it was obviously him and after taking a double take, I was conflicted if I should say hi, or if I should avoid him.
Continuing to look over at him, maybe wanting him to see me, I smiled thinking about him, and when he happened to look my way, and he saw me, he too had to look twice. He was with some younger guy, but of course seeing me, he smiled and after a moment, he seemed to excuse himself and walk toward me.
He kept smiling, obviously excited to see me, I know I was, and even though we were both much older now, and he had a little grey hair, and he was a little heavier with a stomach, he was still the same. At first, it was kind of awkward, I didn’t know what to say, but after greeting each other, shaking hands, he said, “It’s nice to see you.”
He had to be about forty-five or so now, and seeing him, I still nervously had a feeling that he was wanting to be with me again, and after looking me up and down, he smiled and excitedly told me, “You look great!”
Smiling too, I naively nodded, and after a kind of awkward pause he asked, “So, whatcha been up to.”
Looking down briefly, unsure how to answer, I looked at him and then simply replied, “Nothing much.”
John still had that charisma, and I think, he knew that seeing him had sparked something, and wanting to see if he might be able to get me alone, he suggested we go over to the food court to talk some more.
“Of course I wanted to keep talking with him,” and unbeknownst to him, seeing him now, had me wanting to be with him. After I agreed it was a good idea to go talk some more, he smiled and then looking over, he motioned to the young guy he was with to go on.
It was, kind of weird, but I knew what he was doing, he was still enticing young guys, and this younger guy seemed disappointed as he turned and walked away.
We ended up sitting down to talk for a little bit, and when there happened to be a pause, it gave him the chance to say, “I’ve thought about you a lot.”
It shocked me a little, “Had he really been thinking about me,” I thought?
Smiling, I politely said, “I’ve thought about you too,” which made him smile, and then as he reached across the table he asked, “Have you, been with any guys since … you know?”
It caught me off guard, but I smiled and again being unsure just what I should say, I decided to tell him, “No.”
Saying this was the truth, but feeling a need to change the subject, I explained that, I had been with a few girls, and that I had even gotten married. Hearing this surprised him I think, but it did make him smile, and when he casually asked, “Have you thought about … ,” but didn’t finish, and after a little bit he said, “You know, trying it again?”
Looking at him, I was nervous just how to answer because even though I hadn’t been with another guy, I had thought about it, wanting to experience it again.
John was obviously probing, wanting to see, hoping I might be receptive and when I didn’t say anything right away, he asked, “Do you wanta maybe come over to my apartment?”
Again, it made me nervous to answer, but seeing it might be a genuine request that he wanted me to come over and let’s say, maybe still interested, I know I was, I naively felt it would be okay.
Smiling, hoping he might actually be suggesting we might do it again, I stepped out of my comfort zone and said, “Yea, sure.”
Hearing this, I think caught him off guard, but it did make him smile, and after some additional idle chitchat, he gave me his address and asked, “When are you thinking about coming over.”
He was hard pressed, and obviously not wanting to lose the opportunity, after a few seconds he hastily asked, “You think, you might wanta come over now?”
It surprised me that he would suggest it so soon, and again being unsure how to answer, I was nervous, because yea, I wanted to be with him again, but I was still torn, “Should I actually go through with it?”
Seeing he was waiting for me to answer, I looked around nervously and after taking a deep breath, and looking at the address, realizing, “It was now or never,” I smiled and said, “Okay.”
John was visibly excited, smiling ear to ear, and after shaking hands across the table, we both stood up and left. He asked if I wanted to follow him, obviously anxious, and trying to seemed excited too, which I was, I told him, Sure,” and then jokingly said, “Don’t lose me.”
He seemed to take my casual remark serious, obviously not wanting to lose any chance, but then realizing, I was actually joking, he smiled and said, “Okay.”
As we hit the parking lot, John asked, “Do you want to maybe go get something to eat before we go to my apartment?”
Looking at him, hearing this, again took me back all those years, and realizing, it had always been his way to lure guys, I told him, “No I’m okay.”
John gave me an unsure smile, but after a nod, we headed off. I’m sure it shook him, hearing me turn him down, but he tried to act nonchalant. It worried me too, but I ended up following him, still curious.
The apartment complex he was in, wasn’t very far away, and after parking, we quickly went inside. He was still anxious about being with me, I could tell because I was feeling the same way, and after going inside, we went into the living room area.
John calmly said, “Why don’t you go ahead and sit down,” motioning toward the sofa.
I’m sure he was wanting me to sit down first, so he could then sit near me. Looking back, smiling at him, I sat down, and as he came over, he sat kind of next to me, which made me scoot away just a little.
Trying to be lighthearted, we continued to talk, and catch up on what we had been doing, all the time trying to not act overly concerned about being with him. Seeing our conversation was waning, John asked if I wanted anything to drink. Looking at him, I was leery, thinking, Date rape drug,” but feeling he wouldn’t do that I said, “Sure.”
He ended up grabbing a few beers out of the refrigerator, and as we sat drinking and talking again, somewhere in our conversation, I mentioned that I was working for a big company in town. He pretended to be very interested, and when I asked what he was doing, he explained that he was still running game rooms, one that just happened to be in the mall we were just in, and another in a mall across town.
It made me shyly smile, knowing he was still using these arcades, and that he was still attracted to young guys, but as we sat there, I felt that he was, all the time thinking, “How can I …,” well you know. He eventually scooted closer, and as we looked at each other he again said, “I’ve thought about you a lot.”
Continuing to look at him, I could see he was waiting for me to say something, and feeling somewhat obligated, I stupidly revealed, “I’ve thought about you too.”
It wasn’t a lye, I had always thought about what we had done, and continued to wonder what it would be like to be with him again, but “Should I,” I thought.
Eventually, when there was a lull in our conversation, and we were looking at each other, John said, “Man, you really look good.”
Again, it made me smile, almost blush, and when I didn’t respond right away, he tried to change the subject. I knew he was seriously thinking about getting me in bed, but he simply asked, “Do you like having sex with girls?”
Looking over at him, thinking for a minute, I simply told him, “Yea,” and when I didn’t say anything else, John asked, “Which one do you like best.”
I knew what he was trying to get to, but there really was no comparison, and when I told him, “I liked it,” he immediately snapped back, asking, “Which?”
Smiling embarrassingly, I tried to explain, “Oh, I like being with girls,” and then after a pause I confusingly asked, “What are you meaning?”
John then started to say, Do you think … ,“ but stopped short of asking, and instead smiled and said, “I’ve had thoughts about being with you.”
There it was, that allure, and when I again didn’t say anything, I wasn’t sure about this whole thing, and even though I had been thinking about it ever since he had sex with me, right now I felt maybe it was moving too fast. John however, sensing an opening, he scooted even closer and as he put his hand on my thigh, and I looked at him he said, “Have you thought about trying it again?”
Nervous, I didn’t say anything, but I think he knew I had, and after a little bit he boldly asked, “You think,” but paused, and then continued by say, “you might wanta try it again?”
It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did spark my curiosity, and “Yea, I had wanted to do it again,” but right now, “It was, too soon,” I thought.
Looking over at him, I couldn’t help but smile, and seeing he wanted to find out, he stood up and told me,” Come on.”
It made me smile cautiously, and when I half naively stood up too, I asked, “Where are we going?”
John smiled confidently, and without saying anything, he took my hand, turned, and started to lead us down a hallway. Being with him, took me back to when he first had sex with me, and feeling anxious, I hesitated. It was what I had been thinking about for a long time, and with him taking the lead, helping me to decide, let’s say, “Try it again,” was I guess all that I needed.
As we went through the bedroom door, and stepped into the room, he turned, faced me, and looking at me, he smiled and asked, “Are you okay?”
Smiling, I nodded and after simply telling him, “Yea,” John immediately said, “Don’t worry.”
Hearing this, made me shyly look down, but when he moved closer, and he took both my hands, I looked up. John continued to smile, which made me smile in anticipation, and when he told me, “Just relax,” I again nodded.
There was no doubt, he could tell I was nervous, and when there was a moment we didn’t say anything, he asked, “Do you not wanta do this?”
Smiling, I didn’t know what to say, but what was happening, was taking me back all those years to when John took advantage of me. I was so nervous, and when he moved his hands to take off my shirt, and I looked down to watch, he quickly pulled it up over my head. Smiling, I lifted my arms, helping him, and after John casually tossed my shirt over toward a chair, he turned to face me. He was still smiling, and after looking at my chest, he immediately took off his shirt, and again threw it aside.
Looking down at me again, he reached out to feel on my chest, and seeing him smiling, obviously remembering the time when he had sex with me, took me back too, to when I was a teenager. “I had wanted this,” I continued to tell myself, and when John said, “Don’t be nervous,” I smiled.
His chest and stomach wasn’t at all what I had imagined. He had a hairy, kind of flabby chest that had grey hair mixed in, and a rather poochy stomach too. He had started to undo his pants, and when I stepped back, watching him, curious, wanting to see his cock, I found myself trying to inconspicuously look, but it was, more of an intentional one.
John however, had on boxers, which made me embarrassingly look up, and when I saw him smiling, I smiled too. I was however, able to catch a glimpse of his cock bulging to get loose, as he adjusted his boxers, which was, at the very least kind of exciting to me to think about. John had now reached out, and when he started to undo my shorts, I again watched. I wasn’t hard, I probably should have been, and as he got them undone, and he pulled them open, he reached in grabbing for my cock.
Feeling I wasn’t hard, he looked at me, and then moved to again feel on my stomach and chest. It was weird, but I think he somehow knew that feeling on my stomach would make me hard, because it did, and after a little bit, he again reached in.
I still wasn’t real hard, but as he got it out, and he saw it, he looked up at me, smiling. I was nervous what was going to happen, but I was wanting it, and as long as he kept initiating this interaction, it was going to happen.
John had now quickly pulled his boxers off, and after throwing them aside, he stood there, deliberately starting to feel on his cock, as he looked at me. He wasn’t hard, by no means, but seeing him naked was, I guess a little arousing, and being I had never really seen him this way, I had always imagined in my mind what he might look like.
I tried to take in what I was seeing, trying to adjust my thoughts, especially seeing his dark skin, hairy chest and poochy stomach, and what I had wanted to see, his cock. John was kind of hairy, which included his cock and balls, and even his legs. I could see he was circumcised, which I had always wondered about, but looking at him right now, he really wasn’t at all beguiling, being he was older, and I was too. John was actually more gentle mannered, probably needing to be, so he could still attract those much younger guys he liked.
Looking at him, thinking, “Yea, I had for so long wondered about what he looked like, wanting to see his cock,” but again, he wasn’t at all what I had built him up to be.
Yea, his cock was, more or less what I had thought it would be, dark skinned, and even though he wasn’t hard right now, it looked to be kind of long and thick, which I had suspected. Continuing to look at him, his cock really wasn’t nearly as big as I had made it out to be, and seeing the grey hair sprinkled amongst his dark pubic hair that ran up his poochy stomach, brought him back to earth.
I knew I was staring, continuing to look down at his cock, and when John took hold of it, and he started to pull and stroke it, I nervously looked up. He was getting himself hard, I knew that, and when he asked, “What do you think,” I curiously looked back down.
He still wasn’t fully hard yet, but seeing him, I thought about wanting to reach out to feel it, and again, I think he knew it was arousing me, and when he moved closer and he took my hand, I hesitated, pulling away.
John again grabbed my hand, and smiling, pulling me closer, he deliberately put my hand around his cock, which made me look down. Feeling it, sensing its size, and feeling the veiny skin, as he had me stroke it, I nervously looked up. He was smiling and even though I was looking more cautious, he asked, “Do you wanta …,” obviously suggesting he wanted me to go down and suck him.
“Oh my god,” I thought, “should I?”
Looking at him, I didn’t say anything. I was conflicted, I had thought about doing it for the longest time, even fantasized what it would be like, but right now, actually seeing it, and thinking about his cock in my mouth, scared me.
Seeing I was indecisive, but still continuing to focus on his cock, John reached out putting his hand on my shoulders. Immediately, I started to worry, and when our eyes met, and he moved to push me down to my knees, I let go of his cock.
I was hesitant, and tried to not go down, but when he said, “It’s okay,” I found myself unwillingly dropping down to my knees, steadying myself on the floor with both hands.
Sitting back on my heels, smiling sheepishly, I looked up at him, and when he took hold of his cock and I glanced down, he again told me, “You wanta try it.”
I didn’t know how to answer, I was nervous to do it, but when I looked up at him again and I saw him smiling, I became more willing. John moved a little closer, continuing to pull on his cock, and when he saw me still looking down at it, he said, “Close your eyes.”
Nervously looking up at him, I smiled and after doing what he asked, he told me, “Open your mouth.”
Hearing this made me hesitant, but again, I did what he said, and as I waited, suddenly I felt his cock touch my bottom lip, which startled me, making me sit back, and open my eyes. Seeing his cock right in my face, I looked at it briefly, and then looked up at him. He was smiling, and when he half jokingly said, “See that wasn’t so bad,” I looked down again.
John was still feeling on his cock, making sure to pull the skin back, so I could see the head of his cock mushroomed out. Looking at it, thinking about it in my mouth, I immediately looked up again. He continued to smile at me and when he said, “It’s okay,” and then again told me, “Close your eyes and, open your mouth,” I looked down.
I was self conscious about doing it, but eventually after looking up at him, I closed my eyes and then as I reluctantly opened my mouth, John tried to guide his cock into my mouth. Again, the bulbous head of his cock, inadvertently touch my lips, which made me pull back, and look up at him. John again told me, “Open your mouth more.”
Smiling cautiously, I closed my eyes, keeping them closed tight, I did what he said, but the thought of his cock in my mouth, worried me, and when I actually felt it in my mouth, I thought, “Oh my god.”
I tried to keep my eyes closed tight, trying to not think about what I was doing, but when he grabbed my head, and slowly started moving his cock in and out of my mouth, I nervously looked up.
Seeing me looking up at him, John quietly told me, “Go ahead, suck it.”
Putting my lips around the shaft of his cock, I closed my eyes, and tried to block it out. However, feeling his cock continuing to go in and out of my mouth, I tried to accept what was happening, even though I worried he might cum.
Trying to brace myself, I reached up, and as I put my hands on his thighs, John said, “Yea, that’s it,” as he kept moving his cock in and out of my mouth.
I knew he was wanting to cum, and as I continued to suck his dick and he thrust his hips, moving it in and out of my mouth faster, he suddenly, maybe accidentally forced his cock deep into my mouth. Gagging a little, I opened my eyes, and thinking he might be going to cum, I pushed on his thighs, and pulling away, I let his cock drop out of my mouth.
Looking at each other, I was out of breath, and I think it disappointed him that I didn’t keep going, but instead of making me continue, he pulled me to my feet and jokingly asked, “Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”
I really think he was hoping to cum in my mouth; I think he wanted to be my first, and it did make me smile to think, “Yea, I can do it,” but I also knew he was just saying it, so I wouldn’t worry.
Looking down, a little embarrassed, not saying anything, he subtly asked, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
He was obviously still trying to make me feel more at ease, but I could see that his demeanor had definitely changed. John had again moved closer and when he hastily pulled my boxers down, I tried to smile as I watched. I still feel he knew I was nervous to be with him and when he casually said, “Why don’t you get on the bed,” I looked at him.
Something was different right now, which was concerning, and after I pushed my boxers away with my foot, John turned me. Facing away from him, not knowing what he was doing, I smiled, and when he started pushing me to get on the bed, I hesitated. I was unsure what was going on, and with my hands on the end of the bed, John insisted telling me, “Get on the bed!”
He had grabbed a tube of KY off the dresser, and thrown it on the bed kind of to the side of me, and being I was already turned, he again pushed me saying, “Get on!”
Smiling cautiously, I did what he asked and being on all fours, like before, I became apprehensive. John climbed on the bed now too, right behind me and when he started feeling on my back and my ass he impulsively remarked, “You still look really tight.”
Continuing to feel on my ass, deliberately spreading my ass cheeks, pushing his cock into my crack, I became nervous. Worried, I immediately turned slightly and asked, “Do you think we should use a condom?”
Hearing this, he looked annoyed that I would suggest it, but smiled and said, “Yea, sure, if you want to.”
It made me smile, relieved in a away, and as he went over to his dresser, I turned to watch, looking at his butt. His ass was a little hairy, and when he bent over slightly, it was definitely firm yet plump looking, and even though he was dark skinned, I could make out faded tan lines.
I was obviously staring, and when he turned, he caught me. Quickly looking away, embarrassed, John moved back over to the bed, and remarked, “You, like that?”
It was embarrassing, but seeing his ass and, getting caught looking, I thought, “Yea, I guess I did like it,” which made me smile to myself.
Feeling him leaning up against the bed, I glance back, and seeing he was carrying a condom, still in the wrapper, I again turned back, but when he asked, “Are you sure you wanta use a condom,” I again turned slightly to look at him.
I knew he would probably rather not have to use a condom, but seeing me looking he said, “It’s okay, if you do.”
When I again didn’t say anything, he must’ve realized if he was going to be able to fuck me, he was going to have to use a condom. Hearing him open the wrapper, I again turned to watch, and as he started rolling the condom down over his cock, I became anxious. Turning back as he climbed on the bed and knelt behind me, I again put my head down.
I then heard him open the tube of KY, and when I brought my hands up under my head, and I got comfortable, John immediately started dabbing lube on my tight little butthole. Closing the tube, tossing it toward the head of the bed, he dipped his finger in my ass, and pushing it into me, I rose up.
It didn’t hurt, just surprised me and when he told me to relax, I put my head down again. It felt good, him fingering me, but I knew he wanted to fuck me. I wanted it too, and when he stopped fingering me and he again pushed up against my ass, I knew what was coming.
John again told me to relax, and feeling him try to push the head of his cock into me, I instinctively pulled away slightly. It definitely hurt, but when he stopped briefly, and I tried to relax, trying to take it, the pain went away. However, the minute John grabbed my hips and thrust into me more, it really hurt, and as he continued to push deeper, the pressure of his cock in me was uncomfortably tight.
I tried to relax as he held my hips, pushing all the way in me, and feeling his body against my ass, I seductively pushed back. Continuing to hold me, John said, “That’s so good.”
It still continued to hurt, but I couldn’t help but smile to myself, because feeling him in me, was what I wanted. John now started to slowly move us back and forth, fucking me, and when I felt him feeling on my ass and push up against me more, and then spread my ass cheeks again, I knew it excited him to see his cock in me, it excited me too.
I tried to relax, letting him fuck me, but as he started pulling and pushing me back and forth more aggressively, it hurt. Reaching my one hand back, pushing on his thigh, I asked him, “Go slow.”
He pretended to not hear me and instead pushed my hand away, telling me to relax, and when he started trying to fuck me again, I immediately remembered, “I needed to help,” and as I tried to rock back and forth with him as he continued to fuck me, he said, “Yea, that’s it.”
I wanted to feel him cum in me, and just like last time, he reached around, to fondle my cock briefly. I was definitely hard, which I think excited him, because he started to fuck me again, but being bent over me, his cock accidentally slipped out.
It obviously frustrated him, because he blurted out saying, “Damn condom!”
He had straightened up, and just as he was going to put his cock back in me he asked, “Can I take it off?”
I knew he didn’t want to have to use a condom, and naively feeling it was probably okay, knowing he only liked young virgin guys, I nodded, and said, “Okay.”
A little shocked I think, John immediately asked, “Are you sure?”
I was scared, but I gave him a nod, and when I heard John hastily pull it off, and then move up closer, I waited to feel him push into me again. “Oh yea,” it definitely felt different without a condom, and when he pushed into me more, I arched my back, trying to accept it.
John immediately started trying to fuck me, pulling and pushing us back and forth faster, being more deliberate. Trying to keep up, I smiled to myself, knowing he was going to cum, and as I tried to help, moving back and forth too, and his body slapped furiously against my ass, and I heard his cock going in and out, it didn’t take long before he pulled me close.
Holding me, keeping his dick deep in me, it hurt, but when he started to fuck me again, and he leaned up, he whispered in an out of breath voice, “I’m gonna cum.”
It made me smile, but I tried to keep moving back and forth, but he was much more aggressive now, fucking me harder and faster. Continuing to hear his cock going in and out of my sloppy hole, I tried to relish the feel of him fucking me. I was desperately trying to help, trying to keep up, but suddenly he pulled me close again, and pushing deep into me, he told me, “Stop!”
Stopping, I could feel his cock jerking faintly inside me, I knew he was coming, especially when I felt the warmth of his cum surging inside me. Leaning up, John started to slowly fuck me again, but then stopping, he pulled out, and when I felt him squeeze the last few drops of cum out onto my ass, I knew he was done.
Suddenly though, John spread my ass, and when he again push his cock back in me, and he started to try to fuck me again, I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking out, running down my balls, and dripping on the bed.
Out of breath, John again pulled out, and when he rolled to lay next to me, he put his hand on my back and gave a quiet laugh. His breathing was labored, but he smiled, and when I turned my head and looked at him, I smiled too, which made him ask, “What’s wrong?”
Looking at him, I didn’t say anything, but when John rolled toward me he asked, “You wanta do it?”
Feeling myself blushing, I looked away, and when John suggested, “Go clean up, and come back, and we’ll see what I can do.”
It made me smile, John was smiling too, and then as he rolled off the bed and headed toward the master bathroom, I too got off the bed. Quickly ducking out of the room, I hurried into the bathroom in the hall.
Getting myself cleaned up, I regained my composure and went back to the bedroom. John was waiting for me, sitting on the end of the bed, and when I moved toward where he was sitting, he patted the bed, wanting me to sit by him.
Sitting down next to him, he reached over and started fondling my cock. I wasn’t hard, but when he leaned over and kissed me. It surprised me, and even though it was only a simple one, before now, we had never done that, but when we looked at each other, he gave me a sneaky smiled just as he went down to his knees.
Nervously watching, he started feeling on my cock, and seeing I was getting hard, he looked up smiling. I knew what he was going to do, and when he said, “Do you remember when I gave you head,” he smiled and continued by seductively saying, “I do.”
Smiling too, he looked down at my cock again and then suddenly looked up and suggested, “Maybe you wanta try, …,” but stopped and said, “Never mind.”
Looking at him, thinking to myself, “Is he suggesting, does he mean fuck him?”
I wasn’t sure, which made me nervous to respond, and yes, I had tried anal sex with one of my old girlfriends, but it was only because she was wasted that she wanted to try, but she ended up making me stop because it hurt too much.
When I didn’t respond right away, he started feeling on my cock again, and then just as he went to take it in his mouth, John stopped, looked up at me and asked, “You wanta try?”
Again, I wasn’t sure what he meant, but as he climbed on the bed passed me, he said, “Come on.”
Standing up, and looking at him on all fours, I was leery about what he was wanting, but when he said, “I’m guessing you wanta use a condom,” and he held it out for me to grab, I realized what he was suggesting.
Looking at his ass and his legs spread, I smiled to myself and grabbing the condom I thought, “Yea, I wanta try.”
I was still hesitant though, but when he again prompted me saying, “Come on,” I smiled, and climbed up on the bed.
Seeing him like this, and thinking about fucking him, had me rock hard, and after hastily opening the condom, I dropped the wrapper off the bed, and quickly got it rolled down over my cock.
After adjusting my cock and the condom, making sure it was all the way down, I saw that John had grabbed the KY. He had squeezed a small amount of lube out on him fingers, and then reaching back, he smeared some on his butthole and even pushed some in.
I again smiled, and when John instructed me, “Move closer,” he grabbed at my cock, and tried to help guide it in his ass.
He had gotten some lube on my cock, and as John spread his ass, awkwardly, he said, “Help me.”
Smiling, I spread his ass cheeks with both hands, and seeing his butthole prolapsed a little, was a turn on, but it still look tight. I was excited to be in him, and when he got the head of my cock against his hole, and he grabbed my thigh, pulling me closer, I pushed forward. It was tight, but the head of my cock did slip in, and looking down, it felt as though my cock was being drawn into his ass, almost swallowing it.
John was already starting to rock back and forth, and when I grabbed his hip, and started fucking him, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. I wanted to cum quickly, before I lost the urge, and yea, it felt good, it was warm and tight, especially near the opening. Focusing, trying to concentrate, thinking about cumming in his ass, I felt it.
I was going to cum, but I needed to keep focusing on it, and when I was close, just about to cum, I kept going, but stopped briefly. John however kept moving back and forth, which helped, and when I told him, “I’m cumming,” he stopped too.
“Oh my god,” my cock suddenly started to pulsate inside him. It was vigorous, I had never felt it buck so hard, and when I started trying to fuck him again, it felt like my cock was starting to go limp.
I had finished, but realized I needed to stop, before it inadvertently slipped out, but it was inevitable, and when John happened to pull away slightly, my cock started to slip out. It was actually a little embarrassing, but I grabbed my cock with the condom barely on, and pulled it out of him.
Sitting back on my heels, I looked at the condom hanging full, and when John asked, “Are you done,” I was hesitant, and when I didn’t say anything, he rolled to his side, and smiling, seeing me holding the condom full of cum, he remarked, “That was a lot.”
John now took it from me, and then leaning up, he reached up and put it to the nightstand. Turning back, he asked, “Did you like that?”
“Of course,” I liked it, who wouldn’t, I thought, but when I continued to not say anything, John simply said, “I did!”
He was smiling, which made me smile too, and then as he reached out, and took hold of my limp cock, he managed to squeeze just a little cum out on his thumb and forefinger. Looking down, he held it out, showing me, but then quickly brought his hand to his mouth and licked it off.
John eventually reached up, and smiling, he grabbed my neck, pulling me toward him. It made me smile too, and I ended up laying next to him. It really was nice to be with him, better than I had expected, and as we lay like spoons, he had me turn my head. Not thinking anything as he pulled me close, trying to kiss me, I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against mine, . It was kind of weird, I never thought about kissing him, but really, it was nice.
Laying there, holding me from behind, John suggesting, “Why don’t we take a shower.”
It made me glance back at him, and seeing me looking, he said, “I’m gonna,” and then asked, “Why don’t you join me.”
Hearing this, made me smile, and after giving a shy nod, he quickly rolled off the bed, stood up, and headed toward the master bathroom at the back. Again, he told me, “Come on,” which made me get off the bed too, and follow him.
Going into the bathroom, I really felt his request was honest, an unassuming one. He had a full tub and a large walk in shower, and being I wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to do, I found myself waiting there.
Eventually, he reached in and after turning on the shower, he stepped in, and letting the glass door close, he left me standing there. I watched as he rinsed off and when he saw me just standing there, waiting, he open the door and invited me in.
I had never been in the shower with another guy, outside of school, but smiling, I proceeded to step into the shower, and after John had me move into the shower spray to rinse off too, he grabbed the bar of soap.
John quickly lathered it up in his hands, and then looking at me, he handed me the bar of soap. As I took it from him, he started soaping me up, feeling on my chest, stomach, and shoulders. Again, it felt like it was just a friendly encounter, and not thinking, I did the same, soaping up his chest.
It made him smile, and when John’s hands moved down to my crotch, and he started fondling my cock, pretending to soap it up, I looked at him. Feeling the water beating down on us as we looked at each other, and seeing him smiling, I thought, “Should I do the same?”
Seeing my apprehension, John took my hand and let it drift down over his stomach, and down until it was on his cock. Again, not thinking anything of it, I started soaping up his cock and tangled pubic hair. I could see it was making him hard, and when John now took the lead, grabbing both of our cocks, and rubbing them together, stroking them, I looked down to watch.
It was arousing to watch, making me hard, and I could see he too was getting more and more aroused, but when we looked at each other, he let go of both our cocks. John then putting his hands on my shoulders, continuing to look at me, he turned us so his back was to the shower head.
Looking at each other, I again felt he had changed, and when he quietly pushed down on my shoulders, it was obvious he wanting me to go down. I did glance down, wanting to see his cock, but only briefly, and when he pushed me more, I eventually went to my knees.
Looking up, hesitant, I smiled shyly, and then as I looked at his cock, he took hold of it and said, “Open your mouth.”
Feeling the water and seeing he was wanting me to again suck his cock, I hesitated. However, when I looked down, and I saw the swollen head of his cock, peeking out past his foreskin, I smiled, leaned up, and took hold of it. Gently pulling the skin back, exposing that mushroom shapes head, I closed my eyes, and smiling, I hurriedly took it in my mouth, before I could have second thoughts.
I tried to take it all the way in my mouth, and as I started sucking him like before, I grabbed his legs. I knew it was what he wanted, but I also thought, “There’s no way he’s going to cum,” and as I continued to suck it, John bumped his hips, wanting his cock going in and out of my mouth.
He was hard, it felt big in my mouth, and when John took hold of my head, forcing me to keep going, I felt he was going to cum. I couldn’t believe it, but I tried to keep going, and when I looked up at him, nervous, he smiled and said, “Don’t stop.”
He was going to cum, and trying to brace myself, I suddenly felt his cock jerk in my mouth, and then jerk again, I looked up unassuming. Feeling his cum spit in my mouth, I closed my eyes, and tasting it, I winced. It was warm and salty, and feeling his cum continue to dribble in my mouth, I ended up swallowing.
It wasn’t a lot, which I was glad, and when I happened to look up, and I saw he had his eyes closed, I stopped, which made John looked down. He continued to hold my head, trying to move his cock in and out, but he was obviously done.
Having me stand up, he tried to kiss me again, but I turned my head. We eventually got out of the shower, and feeling a little dejected I think, John made sure to pat me dry a little, before handing me the towel.
It was getting late, I didn’t really want to stay, and even though I think he’d rather me spend the night, I started getting dressed. John had thrown on a robe and as I went to leave, John said, “You should come by the mall again sometime, and maybe we can go do something.”
Smiling, I simply turned, and after giving him a simple, “Yea,” I left his apartment, and got in my car, quickly heading home. A week or so after this unlikely encounter, needing to see if I was still attracted to girls and able to, do it, I went out with an old girlfriend.
Any way, it really was a surprise to run into John and, maybe it was fate, because it was even more surprising that I was able to have, consensual sex with him. I haven’t tried to contact him again, and even though I know where both of his game rooms are, I haven’t gone looking for him either.