I have a handsome mate in his 40s, he is fit, masculine with a runner's physique. He has a thick uncut 8” cock with a neat foreskin and a beautiful bell end. He also has a very masculine hairy (trimmed) arse. We both share an interest in men's briefs, we know how to appreciate each other's healthy manly scent, when our cocks have been held warm and snug, in our underpants all day.
We had planned a meet at a local retail park to exchange each other's used briefs for some wank fun, when not meeting but chatting online. We had hoped his place would be free for some fun, but it turned out he didn't have his place to himself.
Exchanging underpants had left me exceptionally horny, particularly after jumping into his car and seeing him in the flesh albeit briefly. The possibility of getting high on his musky manly scent, rimming his arse, sniffing and sucking his cock, with the suggestion he was going to fuck my arse deep, had left me feeling very horny. I needed to let off steam. He wasn't available, so I did the next best thing and dropped onto fab.
A few nearby profiles popped up. One fairly anonymous caught my attention. 40s male, athletic, six foot. A new profile with a gold site supporter flag, very recently created but no photos yet. A catchy profile name suggested he was a respectable, local bloke. A few messages quickly established he was less than a mile away, he could accommodate and he was working from home.
I sent a couple of my subtle photos, to indicate that despite being 62, I was still fit, active, with a decent physique and a promising bulge in my briefs. I asked what he would like to try. His reply made my cock swell in my briefs. He asked if I cum much? I advised him I usually cum a good load. I needed to empty my balls quickly. I asked if he cum much, he messaged back quickly . Informing me his load is usually average. What really turned me on were his instructions. He wanted to kneel in front of me, while I wanked my hard cock, telling him what I wanted to do to his arse, he added he would pull his arse cheeks open, he wanted me to cover his arse in cum.
I couldn't refuse such a convenient offer.
He gave me a post code and a house number, in minutes I was on my way leaving the retail park at Team Valley. Fortunately his house was on my route home. Within 15 minutes, I was parked outside his pleasant detached house in a quiet cul de sac. Surprisingly two cars were parked on his drive, I hoped his wife wasn't home. I pressed the door bell.
A fit bloke answered the door, his profile was accurate. Tall, with the type of build you would expect to see on a Rugby player. Casual dress, in hoody and trackies, standard working from home gear. He had short cropped dark hair a neat goatee beard and a healthy tan. I couldn't wait to see his arse. Quick introductions, he told me “If anyone rocks up, just say you're here to give a decorating quote”. We obviously weren't hanging about. I wasn't dressed as a tradie but I can decorate and probably look the part, I was already thinking I could certainly plaster his face with my cum. I was instructed to follow him upstairs. He was confident and I could imagine him being a Uniformed worker, he certainly had a masculine presence about him.
On the landing he stopped. He had spread a towel out on the floor. Oh this is going to be quick I thought. He quickly pulled off his hoodie, to reveal a fit Dad bod, some neat dark chest hair, as he dropped his trackies he was commando, a soft but long dick with a lengthy foreskin was barely obscured by a nice dark bush of manly pubes. He turned around as he stepped out of his trackies. Hot legs but what really caught my eye was his tight compact little arse. It was almost out of proportion to the rest of his physique, just incredibly inviting. Smooth, tanned muscular little globes, each about the size of a grapefruit, a hint of dark hair, neatly disappearing into a crack, that looked tightly clenched together. I licked my lips, my jeans were unfastened, the clatter of a belt and they were around my ankles, quickly joined by my warm briefs, no time to undress this really was a quick one.
I expected him to kneel and look at my rapidly hardening cock, as it sprung to seven inches, my fingers and thumb slowly rolling back over my foreskin, exposing my bell end, that always reminds me of a fireman's or a policeman's helmet.
However he couldn't see my cock. This married fit masculine man just knelt down, with his broad tattooed back to me and his pert almost youthful arse presented to me. A subby position for a straight married man.
I remembered his instructions and began to compliment him on his sexy masculine but young looking arse. I told him I wanted to taste his crack, rim his hole and get my tongue in there , before he felt my bell end pressing against his hole. Instinctively I found myself kneeling and rubbed my hardon along the top of his taught buttocks. I told him, I really wanted to rim his arse, and wanted to lay on my back as he squatted his backside directly on my face.
Quick as a flash he stood up, I manoeuvred myself onto the floor, my ankles still trapped in my jeans and underpants. He stepped over me and I caught a glimpse of his tumescent cock that had obviously been a shower and a grower, filling out his foreskin perfectly. Before I could enjoy the sight of his Truncheon like cock, his feet were either side of my shoulders, trapping my arms to my side, as this fit lad literally squatted and lowered his arse towards my face.
I hoped his arse was prepared, and it was, in fact I think he was ready to be fucked, clean and prepped with a flavoured lube. I didn't think there was time for that today, so I dived in, my tongue licking his crack and gently lapping across his tight puckered hole, he pressed down firmly on my face, my nose literally wedged into the crease of his cute arse. My hands quickly started wanking my cock, having his arse on my face had really got me throbbing, I enjoyed the feeling of my fingers, moving my foreskin back and forwards over by moist, pre cum covered bell end. I knew he was watching me wank, as he was sat on my face facing my feet.
He must have sensed my dick was getting close to unloading. He got up and told me he wanted me to cum on his arse. We shifted positions awkwardly but quickly. He grabbed those arse cheeks, exposing his crack that was glistening with my saliva. In the heat of the moment feeling really horny I knew I was close to cumming. I told him, “When I cum on your arse, I want you to sit on my face and wank your own cock, when you cum, unload all over my face”.
Just uttering those words made my balls tighten and the first jet of my cum landed over his hole, two more directly into that sexy manly crease. I milked the rest onto his hole, feeling satisfied and relieved. Post cum there was a rapid feeling of, that's me done, time to go.
My host however had other plans. He hadn't cum yet and he clearly expected me to honour my words uttered in a moment of lust. He wasn't a man of many words but his instructions were very clear. “Get on your back and lick your cum off my arse, every drop”.
Once again I was on my back, on his landing, with his pert cum covered arse lowered to my face. He repeated his instructions, “Lick off all your cum from my arse, every drop”. I was in no position to argue, I did my duty. Post cum my libido diminishing, I felt really dirty doing this but I was going to feel something else.
While I licked his arse he was stroking his meaty thick cock, I wasn't sure how he would finish, I still had my shirt on, my jeans and underpants still around my ankles. After a couple of minutes his arse shifted, he was kneeling behind my head, wanking his cock, without warning he literally plastered my face with squirts of warm cum, I shut my eyes. I suppose I asked for that.
Both finished, I jumped up, grabbed a corner of the towel he had laid on out on the floor and quickly cleaned up my face. He used the towel to dry off his arse, he pulled on his trackies and hoody, as I retained some dignity by pulling up my underpants and jeans. A few brief words. I told him “Thanks I needed that, perfect way to finish a Friday afternoon”. We both chuckled and I quickly made my way to the front door. A few polite words of mutual thanks and I was back in my car, driving home, thinking when I get home I better wash my face before I see my wife, I could smell his cum on my face.
As I was driving home I reflected on the the last 30 minutes and thought that if I ever get the chance to have fun with this guy again, I want to fuck his manly little arse and feel his tight chute literally gripping my shaft as I hear that first gasp of surprise he emits, as I begin to fuck him. Or perhaps I will get fucked. Who knows. |
