My name is Connor. You may encountered me in several of the stories posted on here by Gentletouch.
Often he uses my name. Sometimes he gives me a different one, But, whichever, that particular character is based on me - on my personality, my interests and desires and, above all my body.
His favourite word to describe is plump.
That is a good choice. Chubby would do as well but plump, so it seems to me, just about captures me.
I am just out of the shower and looking at myself naked in the mirror.
I keep my hair on my head short and apart from that the only other hair on my body is the faint hint of fair pubic hair, hardly noticeable.
My breasts swell slightly, my nipples are prominent.
My thighs look like inviting cushions and when I turn and look at my bottom I see two half globes of soft pliable flesh,
I know from experience how some men lust after them.
With _entletouch’s agreement, I am going to narrate my story from the moment I arrived in Edinburgh from Sligo as a naive student at Edinburgh university.
Before I start though I will be entertaining an elderly visitor.
He comes - in more ways than one - twice a month. He is here now at the door.
I let him in and he says what he always says, telling me I am gorgeous, a vision. Truth is he is infatuated with me and I respond to his admiration
He leans forwards and we kiss. His hands wander all over me. For the moment they do not stray to my cock or balls or anus. Not yet.
He likes me to undress him and, as I do, I look at his body and then into his eyes.
I brush his nipples, touch his balls and cock, sensing his developing arousal.
These are delicious moments of anticipation.
We savour them.
When he is fully naked we embrace and kiss and our cocks press together.
We move to my bedroom and he eases me onto the bed and onto my stomach.
His hands touch my calves and move slowly up, along my thighs and rest on my buttocks. He pushes them apart and I feel his face between them.
Then he blows his warm breath on my anus.
I sigh.
And then I feel his tongue, the lightest of touches first, then more pressure and then he is licking me.
His tongue enters me slightly
Now I am softly moaning.
He picks up a tube of lubrication I left on the bed and he squeezes it between my buttocks
It runs down, ticking a bit, and then he rubs into my hole.
I feel the solid weight of his cock resting between my buttocks and then his hand is easing it into me.
Easing is the right word. It slides in slowly, effortlessly and when he is in as deep as he can go, he stops.
This is a powerful moment of physical possession
I am impaled on his cock.
I whisper’Bugger me please’
I love that word
I love saying it.
It expresses my gay self, my queer need.
And then he begins, slow deliberate movements in and out, kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobes, holding my arms above my head, owning me
My own cock is leaking pre-cum as it rubs against the bedsheet.
He buggers me for five minutes at this gentle pace and then he starts making those lovely sounds of arousal, sighs and groans. His tongue pushes into one ear and he speeds up, thrusting more vigorously
I moan and moan, encouraging him.
Now his breath is fast and frequent.
His grip on my arms tightens
And then he cries out something incoherent and he is coming inside me.
I can’t see it of course but I imagine the spurt, spurt of his cum in the dark of my bum.
He collapses on me |
