FabGuys.com forum: Encounters while working away

By *ditya2020 OP Man
4 days ago

croydon

I work in Bath most weeks....so generally get opportunities to meet guys as I can host in hotel. This is an account of a meet with a guy spread over 2 weeks.

Chapter 1

I took the 5.30 from Paddington, same as most weeks. Settled into a seat by the window, opened Grindr before the train had even cleared the platform. Profile was just the torso shot—chest and stomach, nothing else. No face. Never had been.

A few messages came in before we were out of London.

Free tonight?

You hosting?

Nice body

I typed the same reply I always did.

On the train. Work.

Most of them stopped after that. One kept going for a bit. I left it. This was normal. I did the trip most weeks to Bath. App stayed on in the background more out of habit than anything else.

By the time we were coming into Bath Spa the messages had thinned out. I knew most of the profiles that showed up around here. Small place. Same faces, same torsos, same opening lines after a while. You get used to recognising them.

Then a new one appeared.

Blank profile. No photo. No age. No stats. Just the grey silhouette and a message.

I nearly didn’t open it. Blank profiles were usually a waste of time. I locked the phone, got off the train.

I walked to the hotel the same way I always did. Checked in at the desk, took the key card, went up in the lift to the room —quiet corner, away from the main corridor. Dropped the bag by the chair, sat on the edge of the bed.

The phone buzzed again.

Same blank profile.

Liked your pic. Proper shape. Don’t see many like that on here.

I looked at it for a few seconds. Most people started with something blunter. This was just… straightforward. Still, I put the phone face down on the bed.

Another message came through a minute or two later.

Not after anything quick. Just thought it looked good. If you’re only here for work and not bothered, that’s fine.

That one made me pick the phone back up. No push. No demand for more pictures. Just a clean line and an easy way out.

I typed.

Most blank profiles don’t bother being polite. You local?

The reply came fairly quick.

Not originally. Up north.

What do you do then?

Masters at the uni and part-time evenings in a pub to help with the rent. Wbu?

Most weeks here. Same hotel. Same thing.

Recognised the torso. Seen it before. Looks like you actually train.

I almost smiled. Not many people on these apps said that without following it with something cruder.

Keep it up out of habit more than anything.

Works. Most blokes my age are all talk. Older ones usually have the build and don’t need to prove it.

There it was. Preference, offered straight.

I didn’t answer straight away. Let it sit for a moment.

Yeah. That.

I looked at the blank profile again.

I don’t usually chat long with people who won’t show a face. But you’ve got my attention for now. Name?

Short pause.

Jamie. 24. I’ll put a proper photo up if you’re still around later. No games.

I put the phone on the bedside table, still open on the chat.

Alright, Jamie. I’m not going anywhere tonight.

That was enough for now. I stripped off and had a shower. After that I ordered a takeaway the way I usually did on these trips. While I waited I got the ironing board out and did the shirt and trousers for the next day. Same routine every time. Keeps things straightforward in the morning.

Once the food arrived I ate it at the desk, scrolling through FabGuys on my phone. A few messages from local lads were waiting.

Free now?

You around tonight?

Host?

I replied to them depending on mood most nights. Tonight I kept it short.

Not free today.

Closed the app after that. Cleared the takeaway containers, put the ironed clothes on the hanger, and got ready for bed.

Around ten I was already under the covers, light off, phone on the side table. Just about to put it on charge when it buzzed.

Jamie.

A photo this time.

I opened it.

Lean torso, bathroom mirror by the look of it. Ordinary lighting. Not one of those filtered gym shots. Proper hair on his chest—dark, a decent amount of it, running down the middle of his stomach and under the waistband of his shorts. Not trimmed into anything neat. Just left how it grew. More than most lads his age bothered with. Most of them shaved it all off. This one hadn’t.

His arms were slightly raised in the mirror shot, so you could see his armpits. Thick dark hair there too, dense and natural, not shaved or even trimmed. It matched the rest of him. The trail down his stomach led to a clear, indented belly button with a bit of hair around it, the same dark stuff continuing lower.

That did it for me. I’ve always had a thing for hairy armpits and belly buttons—proper unshaved ones. The sight of both in the same photo got me hard straight away.

It got me hard straight away. I pushed the duvet down and took hold of myself. Nothing hurried. Just slow strokes while I looked at the picture. Thumb over the head, already wet. More precum came out as I kept going. I rubbed it around, then brought my hand up and licked it off my fingers without thinking much about it. Went back to stroking, steady, not trying to finish. Just letting it stay hard and leak a bit onto my stomach.

I carried on like that for a few minutes, phone in the other hand, looking at the hair on his chest and the trail down his stomach. Eventually I stopped, wiped my hand on the sheet, and typed.

Proper hairy. Don’t see that much these days. Suits you.

The reply came after a short wait.

Cheers. Most people tell me to shave it. Got fed up of that.

They’re wrong. Keep it.

You into that then?

Yeah. Always have been.

Good to know.

A short pause, then:

I finish at the pub at eleven. You free then or are you done for the night?

Not free tonight. Early start tomorrow.

Fair enough. I know that hotel anyway. Met someone there a few months back. Same place by the looks of it.

Small city. Not many options.

True. You always stay in that one?

Most times. Does the job.

What are you actually studying?

Masters in engineering. Mechanical. Lot of theory and group projects. Some of it’s interesting, some of it’s just long hours in the library.

You enjoying it?

Mostly. Better than working full time. The pub shifts just about cover the rent and a bit of food. Means I can focus on the course during the day.

Makes sense. Long days though, uni then evenings behind a bar.

Yeah. Some nights I’m proper knackered. Worth it for now though. Only got this year left.

What made you pick Bath?

Course was decent and I wanted a change from up north. Smaller place. Easier to get around.

Why older guys then? You know I am much older than u.

They usually know what they want. Less of the back and forth. Feels more straightforward.

I generally like passivish guys. Prefer taking control.

😊 That’s what I like.

What are you into then?

Kissing, sucking, rimming a hairy arse deep, fucking, nip play.

Love being rimmed and fucked. Deep kissing too. Kissing’s key for me. Shows if there’s actual chemistry.

I smiled at that. Exactly what I thought as well. The conversation had me harder again. I started playing with my nipples with one hand, pinching and rolling them slowly, while the other went back to my cock, stroking in between. Alternating between the two, not rushing it, just keeping the pressure building while we kept messaging.

We carried on like that for a few more minutes. Nothing heavy. Just easy questions and short answers. After about fifteen minutes I typed.

Right. I need to get some sleep. I am usually online after 5 pm

No problem. Night then.

Night, Jamie.

I put the phone on charge and turned over. Still half-hard under the sheet, but I left it as I didn't wanna cum tonight. The chat had been straightforward. No pressure. No immediate push after I said no. I wondered whether he would turn out to be another timewaster and block me after he has had his wank tonight. With that thought and the visuals of what I could do to his hairy body I dozed off.

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By *ralBiguy63Man
4 days ago

manchester

Getting interesting, please continue

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By *ethro65Man
4 days ago

Sutton-in-Ashfield

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By *e again 200Man
4 days ago

edinburgh

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By *ntony28Man
4 days ago

porth

Looking forward to part 2 of this story

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By *ackredMan
4 days ago

wirral

Great story...very true....

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By *ich65Man
4 days ago

Chorley

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By *ditya2020 OP Man
4 days ago

croydon

Chapter 2

I got back to the hotel just after five the next day. Jamie had slipped out of my head the way most of these chats did.

Around six the phone buzzed on the table.

Jamie.

You still in Bath?

I looked at it for a second, surprised. Pleasantly, more than I expected.

Yeah. Just got back to the hotel. You finished at the pub already?

Day off today. Thought I’d check if you were still around.

I am. Free evening for once.

There was a short pause.

Fancy a drink later? Somewhere central.

I typed it before I’d fully decided.

Yeah. Alright. Know somewhere decent?

There’s a place near the abbey. Not too loud. I can be there for half seven if that works.

Half seven’s fine. See you there.

Another short pause, then:

Want to swap face pics so we know who we’re looking for?

I sent mine first. A few seconds later his came through.

Dark hair, short on the sides. Light stubble across his jaw. But it was the eyes that stood out—piercing. My mind wandered to how it would feel looking into those eyes while he is on his back with me inside him....I could feel a stirring.

That’ll do, I wrote.

You look better than the torso suggested, he replied with a wink.

Cheeky I said and smiled

Half seven then.

See you.

I put the phone down, had a quick shower, and by twenty past seven I was walking toward the centre.

The pub was busy but not packed. I spotted him near the bar before he saw me.

He was leaning against it, one elbow on the wood, waiting. Dark t-shirt that clung to his frame, not tight but close enough that I could see the shape of him. Lean chest, the fabric pulling slightly across the back.His jeans sat low on his hips. A narrow strip of his back showed when he bent towards the barman.

I got a clear look at his arse. The jeans hugged it properly—round, firm, the kind of shape that filled the back pockets. Just tight enough that the material stretched across both cheeks when he shifted his weight. As he moved, the waistband of his jeans dipped a little at the back and I caught a glimpse of the Calvin Klein band riding up above it—black elastic with the white lettering clear for a second. I’ve always had an underwear fetish; something about the band showing like that, makes me very horny. Luv perving at random guys in the gym or in the pub when their underwear band is visible. Always makes me wonder whether the arse will be hairy or smooth , will teh pink hole be a slit or round surrounded by hair.

I stopped for half a second and took it in properly. It hit harder than I expected. My cock stirred immediately. I had to steady myself before walking over, telling it to behave. In my head the thought was simple and direct: I want you right now.

I kept my face even and crossed the floor.

“Jamie?”

He looked up. The eyes matched the picture—direct, a little curious. “Adi. Alright?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Not bad. What are you having?”

I ordered a pint of bitter. He already had one on the go. We found a quieter corner table.

He asked how the meetings had gone; I said the usual mix of useful and pointless. I asked about the masters; he said he’d spent the morning in the library and was glad of the day off from the pub. Underneath it I was still aware of the shape of him across the table, the way the t-shirt moved when he leaned forward, the dark hair at the open neck.

His neck drew my eye more than once. The line of it from behind his ear down to the collar of the t-shirt, clean and strong, with a faint shadow of stubble continuing along the jaw. I’ve always found necks erotic—the vulnerability of them, the place you can put your mouth and feel the pulse. Especially when u stand behind teh guy , holding him tight , kissing him slowly and nibbling his neck while he moans.

After a while the talk loosened. He leaned in a bit when he spoke. I watched his mouth and the way his eyes held contact.

I reached across at one point and rested my hand briefly on his shoulder while making a point. The muscle under my palm was warm. He didn’t pull away. Later, when we both stood to get another round, my hand settled for a second at the small of his back as I guided us through the crowd. The t-shirt had ridden up slightly; my fingers brushed bare skin just above his jeans. Again, light. He glanced back at me with a small smile. From behind I got another look at the way the jeans sat on his arse—solid, rounded, moving naturally with each step—and another brief flash of that Calvin Klein band.

We sat closer the second time. Knees almost touching under the table. The banter stayed easy but the gaps between sentences got shorter. He asked if I always stayed in the same hotel; I said mostly, out of habit. I asked if he preferred older men because of the experience or something else; he shrugged and said both, then added that most lads his age talked a better game than they played.

I held his gaze a moment longer than necessary. The eyes didn’t look away.

“Fair.”

He looked down at his pint, then back up. The chemistry was there.. My hand found his waist once more when we shifted seats to avoid a loud group, fingers resting just above his belt for a couple of seconds. I could feel the heat of him through the denim. I took my hand away slowly.

He didn’t move out of reach.

There’s a particular kind of ease that settles in when the chemistry is right. The conversation flows, the silences don’t feel awkward, and the small physical contacts land naturally instead of needing to be planned. It makes the whole encounter comfortable.

By the time we finished the second pint the conversation , the touches stayed casual on the outside but deliberate enough that both of us knew they weren’t accidents. Every time he shifted I caught another small detail—the hair on his forearms, the way the t-shirt clung when he reached for his glass, the soft shape at the front of his jeans, the clean line of his neck when he turned his head.

“You heading back to the hotel?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He nodded, hands in his pockets.

I looked at him for a second.

“You free for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah.”

“Want to come back to the hotel?”

He held my gaze, then gave a small nod.

“Alright.”

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By *ornytimeMan
4 days ago

Cheltenham centre

Loving how this nose working out

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By *orfyMan
4 days ago

Aylsham

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By *ockStrapSuffolkMan
4 days ago

Capel St Mary

Great writing - very erotic

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By *ich65Man
4 days ago

Chorley

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By *ditya2020 OP Man
3 days ago

croydon

Chapter 3

We walked in silence towards my hotel . All I could think of was how I wanted to strip him down, kiss him, taste him and ruin him with my mouth and hands until he couldn’t think straight.

In the lift we stood opposite each other. I was aware there are no cameras in teh lift as I stay at this hotel every week. We looked at each other and involuntarily I reached out, brushed my thumb across his lower lip. He didn’t move away. He just opened his mouth and let his tongue slide over my thumb, warm and slow. That small, quiet gesture was sooooooooo sexy.

The second the door closed behind us I shoved him back against the wall and kissed him hard, no hesitation, just pure lust. He opened his mouth and my tongue went searching for his.....wet and hungry. My hands pinned his wrists up while I rolled my hips into him, grinding our cocks together through clothes. He moaned into my mouth. I dragged my lips down his neck, tasting skin , salt and heat.

I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it up. That was my first proper look at his torso—wiry yet muscular, lean muscle packed tight under skin, nothing soft about it. Dark hair dusted his chest and ran in a line down his stomach. I leaned in and buried my face in his armpit, breathing him in deep, the sharp, warm scent of him filling my head. I licked into the hollow, slow and deliberate, while he shuddered against the wall.

No words. Just the sound of our breathing and the press of bodies. I came up for air , went back to his neck and whispered in to his ears ....do you want to take a shower together? He just nodded.

I pulled him into the bathroom. He started undressing—hands moving to get his t-shirt off—but I stopped him. He looked at me, unsure, waiting. I pulled his t-shirt off.

I sat on the closed toilet lid and pulled him close so he stood facing me, crotch right in front of my face. I unbuttoned his jeans. The zip fought me a little, stretched tight over the hard swell of his cock. I eased it down an inch, leaned in, and kissed the strained fabric, eyes on his. Then I dragged my tongue slowly along the length of him through his calvins with his cock throbbing for release. I could see a wet patch of oozing pre-cum. I licked the salty precum, making him ooze more. His breath caught and he moaned.

I tugged the jeans the rest of the way down. He stepped out of them. There is definitely a power dynamic when you are fully clothed and you have a chiselled, almost naked man in all his glory at your mercy

There he stood in plain black Calvin Kleins, and I just looked for a second, savouring him. Hairy thighs, strong and lean. The trail of hair from his stomach disappeared under the waistband. The outline of his cock was clear, thick and pressing against the soft cotton. I reached out, ran my hands up the backs of his legs, then asked him quietly to turn around.

He did. I leaned in and kissed the curve of his ass through the underwear, then traced my tongue slowly along the crack, following the thin line of fabric that disappeared between his cheeks. I slowly pulled his calvins down exposing his arse.....the sight of his hairy arse made my erection twitch harder.

I ran my thumb slowly along the crack, feeling the soft, wiry strands part under the pressure, then pressed outward to separate his cheeks. The cheeks yielded, revealing his tight, puckered hole surrounded by a dusting of hair. I rubbed the sensitive rim with my thumb in slow, deliberate circles. He moaned aloud. I brought my thumb to my mouth , wetted it and rubbed his rim with my saliva and with gentle pressure just about opened his hole and rubbed the inner rim. He started gasping and moaning. I stopped the rubbing, got up, stripped and pushed him in to teh shower.

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By *arethwallaceMan
3 days ago

portsmouth

Please more loving this

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By *amushaMan
3 days ago

Dungarvan

Hot

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By *tainesMan
3 days ago

_taines

Wow. What a read !

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By *ditya2020 OP Man
2 days ago

croydon

Chapter 4

The steam thickened around us and I pulled him against me under the spray, our bodies slick and pressing close. My mouth found his in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues entangled. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and nipped, hard enough to make him inhale sharply against me.

“Fuck,” I murmured against his mouth. “Been wanting this all day.”

He melted into it, hands settling on my waist, letting me lead completely—no resistance, just open surrender as I deepened the kiss, saliva mixing with the water running down our faces.

“Me too,” he whispered back when we broke for air.

“Don’t stop.”

I broke away only to trail my mouth along his jaw, then lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. I guided him fully under the stream, turning him so his back faced me. My tongue traced the sensitive strip of skin just behind his ear, licking slowly, tasting the warmth of him mixed with the pure water. He shivered.

“There?” I asked quietly, lips brushing the same spot again.

“Yeah… right there,” he breathed.

I kept going, lips and tongue working that spot while my hands slid around to his chest. My fingers found his nipples, already tight. I rubbed them in slow circles first, then pinched—gentle at first, then firmer, rolling the peaks between thumb and finger until he arched slightly into the touch.

“Sensitive,” I said against his neck, voice low.

“I like that.”He let out a soft sound in answer, pressing back against me.

I kissed the nape of his neck, then lower, following the line of his spine with my mouth. I moved down, lips brushing his shoulder blades, the small of his back, the curve of his waist. My hands stayed active, one still paying with his nipple while teh other moving down his stomach to his cock. I used my thumb to rub the leaking precum around his glans and then pushed my thumb under his foreskin and rubbed the glans. ( I luv uncut cocks especially when they are hard and you can see the glans peeping out of teh foreskin and I luv using my tongue push under the foreskin while sucking. Drives guys crazy

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“Stay just like this,” I told him as I sank to my knees behind him on the wet tiles.

I kissed the upper swell of his ass, then lower, spreading my hands over the firm cheeks and parting them. He spread his legs a little, giving me more room, still following my lead without a word.

“Good,” I murmured. “Just like that.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly over his hole, circling the tight ring once, twice, before pressing deeper. I buried my face between his cheeks, tongue pushing inside. The taste of him, the passiveness of having him at my mercy , fucking him slowly with my tongue while my hands held him open was driving me crazy.

He pushed back into it, a low sound escaping him that the shower almost swallowed.

“Fuck… that feels—” he started, voice breaking off into another quiet moan.

“I know,” I said against him, the words muffled, then went right back to it—deeper this time alternating with my tongue and a finger to open him up.

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By *ravelguyMan
2 days ago

Ipswich

This is so hot

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By *atorbro-bedsMan
2 days ago

Bedford

Wow

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By *amushaMan
2 days ago

Dungarvan

Very erotic.

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By *hloxbeautMan
2 days ago

edinburgh

Wow, so hot

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By *i14Man
2 days ago

Rayleigh

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By *penmindedomtopMan
2 days ago

town

Really good story so far, can so relate lol

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By *ob jonesMan
2 days ago

Cardiff

Hot

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By *uckbiMan
2 days ago

Lowestoft

Can’t wait for the next instalment

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By *orwichscotMan
2 days ago

Livingston

Fab stuff. Showering with a guy is just so horny!

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By *ashtoolMan
2 days ago

belfast

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By *ookiechefMan
2 days ago

saxmundham

What an absolutely erotic story, wish I had a Jamie!!

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By *endeepMan
2 days ago

Gt Yarmouth

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By *eteguy2Man
1 day ago

Ware

This is really great

I want a Jamie

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By *yladdMan
1 day ago

Leeds

Wow

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By *ditya2020 OP Man
1 day ago

croydon

Chapter 5

I stayed down there longer than I meant to, the water hammering the back of my neck and shoulders while I worked my tongue deeper into him. His hole softened under the pressure of my tongue , the tight ring giving way in slow, wet pulses as I fucked him with it—long, deliberate strokes that made him rock back onto my face.

I gripped his cheeks harder, spreading him wider, burying myself until my nose pressed against the base of his spine and the taste of him filled my mouth. Every time he pushed back I answered with more, licking and sucking at the rim between thrusts.

When I finally pulled back breathing hard , I straightened up behind him, one hand still on his hip, and turned him around. He looked at me through the steam, eyes dark, mouth parted.

“Fuck,” I muttered, voice rough. “You taste so good like this."

He gave a short, breathless laugh. “Don’t stop then.”

" Taste your juices", I said and kissed him hard.

I put a hand on his shoulder and guided him down. He went to his knees without hesitation, the water streaming over both of us as he settled between my legs. His hands came up to my thighs first, fingers spreading wide, then he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the inside of one, slow and deliberate, tasting the wet skin before he moved higher.

“Yeah… just like that,” I said quietly, watching him.

He licked the crease of my hip, then lower again, nuzzling into the base of my cock before he finally took me into his mouth. The first contact of his warm mouth made my breath catch. He didn’t rush it. He sucked the head gently, tongue circling, then slid down further, taking more of me until his lips stretched around the shaft. One hand wrapped the base, the other cupped my balls, rolling them carefully while he bobbed his head in a steady rhythm.

Ever so often he’d pull off completely and drag his tongue over my balls, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, before licking back up the underside of my cock and swallowing me again.

“Fuck” I breathed, fingers tightening lightly in his wet hair. “Your mouth… fuck, that feels perfect.”

He hummed around me in answer, pulling another low sound from my throat. I watched him through the falling water, one hand resting on the back of his head, not pushing, just feeling the motion. Low sounds kept leaving me—half-groans, quiet curses under my breath—every time he took me deeper or flicked his tongue just right. When he focused on the sensitive spot under the head I let out a longer, rougher noise.

“Keep going… yeah, just like that,” I murmured. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

He kept going like that for a while, alternating between long, slow sucks and shorter, hungrier ones, pausing now and then to lick my thighs again or press open-mouthed kisses to the base of my cock. My legs started to tense. The pressure built faster than I wanted.

I pulled him off before it could tip over.

He looked up, a string of saliva dripping.

“Not yet,” I said, voice tight. “I don’t want to come yet.”

He nodded, still catching his breath. I reached down, slid my hands under his arms, and lifted him to his feet in one smooth motion. Then I kissed him hard—deep, open-mouthed, tasting myself on his tongue while the shower kept pouring over both of us. He kissed back just as fiercely, hands gripping my waist.

When we broke apart I rested my forehead against his for a second. “Bed,” I said quietly. “I want you on the bed.”

He just nodded again.

We stayed under the water until it started to cool. I reached past him and shut it off.We stepped out together, dripping, and I grabbed the nearest towel, running it over his chest and shoulders first, then down his back and legs, taking my time, kissing him intermittently , looking in to his eyes.

He looked at me ...if I hadn't experienced that performance a few minutes back I would have thought he was shy.

I laughed and handed him the other towel and signalled at my wet body. He wiped me slowly, drying every inch like he didn’t want to miss anything. When we were both mostly dry , I pushed him forward and caressed his perfect arse as we walked to the bed.

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By *asher72Man
1 day ago

Newton Abbot

Wow 🍆💦

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By *ashtoolMan
1 day ago

belfast

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By *eteguy2Man
23 hours ago

Ware

Fuuuck

I so want a Jamie

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By *ditya2020 OP Man
8 hours ago

croydon

I sat on the bed and pulled him in by the hips until he stood between my legs, both of us already getting hard again. For a second we just looked at each other—still damp.

“You good with this?” I asked. “Still want to keep going?”

He nodded, eyes dropping to my mouth. “Yeah. Definitely.”

I tugged him towards me .The kiss started rough—open mouths, no slow buildup.

We tipped onto the bed and I kissed down his jaw, bit lightly at the side of his neck, then kept going lower and buried myself in to his hairy armpit.

" Luv these hairy pits man....hope u like this." I said and licked and nibbled teh soft skin of his pit.

He let out a short breath . “Didn’t think of my pits as a pleasure zone till now.” and moaned loudly as my tongue flicked the skin.

I continued licking and he exhaled hard and lifted his arm higher without being asked. I did it again and sealed my mouth over the soft flesh and sucked. His free hand landed in my hair, fingers tightening.

“Fuck… okay, yeah. That’s hot , Adi”he moaned.

I spent time on both sides—licking, sucking, dragging my tongue through the sensitive skin until it was slick and he was shifting under me. Then I moved to his chest. One nipple got sucked hard into my mouth while my fingers pinched and rolled the other. He cursed under his breath and arched up.

“Shit, easy—no, don’t stop. Just… yeah, like that.”

I switched sides, sucking the other nipple just as thoroughly, tongue circling the tight peak before pulling off with a wet pop. My hand stayed busy on the first one, pinching, twisting lightly, then soothing with the pad of my thumb. He was fully hard against my thigh now, hips giving small, restless thrusts.

“My turn,” he said, voice rougher. “Lie back.”

I rolled onto my back. He kissed me first—deeper, then worked his way down the same path. When his tongue dragged through my armpit I let out a low sound and opened my arm wider. He licked thoroughly, then sucked, making my cock jump against his stomach. He wasn’t shy about it. He did both sides, slow and deliberate, before moving to my chest.

He sucked one nipple hard enough that I hissed, then switched to the other while his fingers stayed busy pinching and rolling the first. Every pull sent a jolt through my cock.( My nips are the most sensitive part of my body and directly connected to my cock. I instantly get along with someone who says he likes nipplay.

) I reached between us and wrapped a hand around his cock, thumb sliding over the head to smear the precum already there.

“You’re leaking already,” I muttered.

He murmured “Your fault.”

We traded back and forth after that—kissing hard, then mouths roaming. I licked down the center of his chest, over his ribs, the soft skin of his stomach, then back up to suck at his nipples again until they were red and raw. He did the same to me, tongue broad and wet, sucking marks into the skin just under my collarbones, biting lightly at the insides of my arms. Every so often one of us would pause just long enough to check in.

“This still okay?”

“Yeah. Keep going.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes.”

At one point he was stretched over me, while I sucked hard at the side of his neck. His cock slid against mine, both of us leaking now, the friction messy and perfect. I reached down and stroked us together for a few seconds—tight grip, slow pulls—before letting go so we could keep exploring with our mouths.

He lifted his head, breathing hard. “You’re really into the whole body thing.”

“Yeah. You?”

He nodded, honest, eyes dark. “More than I expected from a Grindr hookup. Usually it’s just… you know. Quick.”

“We can still make it quick if you want.”

He shook his head and kissed me again, slower this time but just as deep. “Nah. Keep going.”

As continued making my way down his body , my gaze fell on the open wine bottle I had bought the previous night.There was this fantasy that I had which involved wine , a hot mouth on a hot guy. I wonder whether he shares teh same fantasy.

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By *55uk4yngrMan
25 minutes ago

Chester

What a great read, loved the story, the writing style and the detail you went to in creating this. Write more!

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