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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
8 weeks 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
8 weeks ago

manchester

Getting interesting, please continue

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By *ethro65Man
8 weeks ago

Sutton-in-Ashfield

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8 weeks ago

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By *ntony28Man
8 weeks ago

porth

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By *ackredMan
8 weeks ago

wirral

Great story...very true....

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By *ichael54Man
8 weeks ago

Chorley

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
8 weeks 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
8 weeks ago

Cheltenham centre

Loving how this nose working out

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8 weeks ago

Aylsham

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By *ockStrapSuffolkMan
8 weeks ago

in between ipswich and colchester

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By *ichael54Man
8 weeks ago

Chorley

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
8 weeks 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 _ensitive 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
8 weeks ago

portsmouth

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By *amushaMan
8 weeks ago

Dungarvan

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By *tainesMan
8 weeks ago

_taines

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
8 weeks 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 _ensitive 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 )

“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
8 weeks ago

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This is so hot

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By *atorbro-bedsMan
8 weeks ago

Bedford

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By *amushaMan
8 weeks ago

Dungarvan

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By *hloxbeautMan
8 weeks ago

edinburgh

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By *i14Man
8 weeks ago

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By *penmindedomtopMan
8 weeks ago

town

Really good story so far, can so relate lol

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By *ob jonesMan
8 weeks ago

Cardiff

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By *uckbiMan
8 weeks ago

Lowestoft

Can’t wait for the next instalment

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By *orwichscotMan
8 weeks ago

Livingston

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

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By *ashtoolMan
8 weeks ago

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By *ookiechefMan
8 weeks ago

saxmundham

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

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By *endeepMan
8 weeks ago

Gt Yarmouth

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By *eteguy2Man
8 weeks ago

Ware

This is really great

I want a Jamie

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By *yladdMan
8 weeks ago

Leeds

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
8 weeks 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 _ensitive 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
8 weeks ago

Newton Abbot

Wow 🍆💦

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By *ashtoolMan
8 weeks ago

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By *eteguy2Man
8 weeks ago

Ware

Fuuuck

I so want a Jamie

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
8 weeks 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 _ensitive 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 _ensitive 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
8 weeks ago

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8 weeks ago

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8 weeks ago

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8 weeks ago

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8 weeks ago

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8 weeks ago

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8 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
7 weeks ago

croydon

Thnks guys for all the comments here and in my inbox.

Been down with COVID. Will post the next installment mid week

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
7 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 7

I grabbed the wine bottle from the bedside table and took a proper mouthful, the cheap red a bit sharp and warm. Then I leaned over Jamie, sealed my mouth over his, and pushed it across. He swallowed most of it, a soft surprised noise against my tongue, a little running down the side of his chin. I licked that up without thinking.

“Christ,” he muttered when I pulled back, half-laughing. “You’re full of surprises.”

“ I have been wanting to try drinking this way for a long time....much better than a wine glass...don't u think ?”

He just looked at me for a second, eyes dark, then nodded once.

I got off the bed looking down at him. The wine was having it's effect. I wanted to own every pore of this guy, make him scream my name in ecstacy. I put my hands on his thighs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He was like clay waiting to be moulded.

I pushed his thighs apart and he let them fall open without a murmur. The hair on his arse was thicker than I’d expected—dark, coarse, curling tight into the cleft. His hole sat right in the middle of it, pink and tight, framed by that wiry hair that disappeared into the crease.

I didn’t overthink it. I just went down.

First lick was flat, and got a very appreciative moan .

"Fuck...." , he hissed.

" Not yet", I said, my tongue licking the soft spot and the saliva, coarse hair creating a friction , sending him in to raptures

Then I pointed my tongue and pressed against the centre. Jamie’s whole body jumped. A sharp, broken sound came out of him—half curse, half something else.

“Fuck—okay—”

I kept going. Circled the rim, felt the coarse hair catch against my lips and tongue, then pushed inside. He was hot and tight and the hair scratched my chin as I got closer. I worked him slow at first, short thrusts, then wider strokes that stretched him just enough. His hands found the sheets and twisted.

“Shit… that’s—” He cut himself off with another low groan when I spat on him and slid two fingers in alongside my tongue. The muscle gave around them. I scissored carefully, licking around my own knuckles, tasting the mix of spit and skin. Every time I curled my fingers he clenched and made that same raw sound.

“You good?” I asked against him, voice muffled.

“Yeah. More than good. Keep going.”

So I did. Tongue and fingers switching without much of a plan—pulling my fingers free to bury my face again, licking long and filthy from the base of his balls up through the cleft, then back to pointed thrusts that tried to get deeper. The hair around his hole was soaked now, matted and dark. I sucked at the rim, then pushed three fingers in. His moan cracked higher. His cock jerked against his stomach, untouched, a clear string of precum stretching down.

I paused long enough to take another swig from the bottle and feed it to him the same way—mouth to mouth, letting some spill deliberately so it ran down his chin onto his chest. He swallowed what he could, then dragged me into a proper kiss, tasting himself on my tongue and not seeming to mind at all.

When I went back between his legs the pace picked up. No more careful exploration. I rimmed him harder—short, fast strokes of tongue, then long slow ones that made his thighs shake.

Fingers in again, two then three, twisting while my mouth stayed sealed over the stretched rim, licking and sucking around them. His hairy arse flexed under my hands every time I pushed deeper.

“Right there—fuck—” His voice was rough now, almost pleading. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. Alternated without mercy: pure tongue for a stretch, then fingers opening him while I licked the stretched skin and the matted hair, then back to burying my face so deep the coarse hair scraped my cheeks. His moans kept coming—open-mouthed, sometimes breaking into a half-laughed “Jesus Christ” when it got intense.

“You’re proper filthy,” he managed between breaths. “Didn’t expect that from a Grindr match.”

I pulled back just enough to answer against his hole. “Neither did I. You complaining?”

“Fuck no.”

I pushed my tongue in again and kept going, faster, wetter, the hair around his entrance slick under my mouth, his sounds rising with every thrust of tongue and fingers. We were 2 strangers who met a couple of hours back and here we were, exploring each others most intimate areas ,somehow still taking our time, neither of us in a rush to finish. The night was still you and I wondered whether tomorrow will have to be a " work from the hotel" day.

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
6 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 8

“Fuck me,” Jamie said, voice rough and already half-moaning. “Please—fuck me. I need your cock in me.”

I didn’t make him wait. I spun him around, pushed him face-down onto the bed, and climbed up behind him. My cock was already rock-hard. I spat into my palm, stroked once, lined up against the hole I’d just been rimming hard, and pushed in.

One long, deep thrust. (We already had had the discussion about prep and STDs, so both of us were comfortable.)

I have given a lot of thought to why I enjoy fucking a guy. There’s something about having a guy under me like this—kneeling, open, trusting me with the most private part of himself. It’s not just the heat or the tight grip of his body around my cock. The hardness of his body under mine, the way he can take more force and still push back for it, the knowledge that I’m entering a place most men keep tightly guarded. That private, almost forbidden quality makes the power feel heavier, more charged. I’m not just moving inside someone—I’m occupying space that isn’t usually offered, and the fact that he’s giving it to me willingly intensifies everything. It’s the way he lets me in, the quiet vulnerability of it. Feeling him open up around me, knowing I’m the one stretching him, filling him, moving inside a place that only a handful of people ever get to touch… it turns me on in a way that’s almost overwhelming. It’s raw and intimate and dirty all at once, and every time I fuck ,I feel that same sharp, possessive thrill run through me.

Jamie’s moan broke open as I bottomed out, balls pressed tight against him. I stayed buried a second, feeling him clench around me, then started fucking him hard.

“Jesus—fuck—” he gasped. “You’re proper deep.”

“You can take it,” I said, gripping his hips tighter. “Been opening this hole with my tongue for ages.”

I kept the pace brutal, watching my cock disappear into him over and over. When I felt him tightening I pulled all the way out. His hole stayed open, slick. 

I stood again, climbed onto the bed, and grabbed a fistful of his hair, turning his head. “Open.”

He did. I fed him my cock straight from his ass—pushing the slick, spit-coated length into his mouth. He took it greedily, sucking hard, tongue working under the head while I held him there.

“Fuck, that’s filthy,” I muttered, watching his lips stretch around me. “You like tasting your own ass on my cock?”

He pulled off just enough to answer. “Yeah. Give it back.”

I pushed back into his mouth for a few more thrusts, then pulled free, spun him onto his back, shoved his knees up to his chest and sank into his hole again in one smooth stroke. The new angle let me see everything—his face, the way his rim stretched wide around me. I fucked him deep and steady, the head of my cock dragging over his prostate with every thrust.

Jamie reached for the wine bottle, took a long pull, then held it up to me. I drank while still buried inside him, the wine cold against the heat of his body.

“Didn’t think a Grindr match would be this dirty,” he said, half-laughing, half-moaning as I started thrusting again.

“Neither did I,” I answered, picking up the pace. “You complaining?”

“Fuck no. Keep going.”

I did—harder now, the bed creaking under us. After a stretch of deep, punishing strokes I pulled out again. This time I climbed higher, straddled his chest, and fed him my cock once more. He opened for it immediately, sucking the length that had just been inside him, eyes locked on mine. I held the back of his head and fucked his mouth in short, controlled thrusts, watching spit and the faint sheen from his ass coat his lips.

When I pulled free he was breathing hard. “Put it back in me.”

I flipped him onto his side, lifted his top leg high, and slid back into his hole from behind. Tighter. Deeper. I reached around, wrapped my fist around his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts while I fucked him hard.

“You feel how open you are?”

“Yeah—fuck—don’t stop.”

“Do it. Use me.”

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
6 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 9

I kept pounding him , one arm locked under his raised thigh, the other working his cock in tight, wet strokes. Every thrust scraped that spot inside him that made him.gasp and his free hand claw at the sheets.

“Fuck—right there,” he gasped. “Don’t slow down.”

“Not slowing down.” I drove in harder and clamped a finger on his mouth. “ neighbours in the other room.....hahahhaha...."

He pushed back to meet me. “Harder. I can take it.”

I pulled out just long enough to shove him flat onto his stomach, then covered him, knees pushing  his thighs apart. I  sank back in in one long, brutal stroke. Jamie’s moan was muffled by the pillow. I braced my hands on either side of his head and fucked him deep and steady, chest pressed to his back, mouth at his ear.

“Feel how deep I am?”

“Yeah—shit—yes.”

“Gonna fill this hole. You want that?”

“Want it. Come in me. Fuck—”

I shifted again, rolling us so he was on his back, legs hooked over my shoulders. The new angle let me watch his face as I buried myself to the hilt. His cock slapped against his stomach, leaking. I wrapped a hand around it again, stroking in time with the hard, rolling thrusts.

Jamie’s eyes were glassy, mouth open. “I’m close—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—”

“Come with me,” I ordered, voice rough. “I’m right there. Squeeze that hole around me and come.”

He did. His body locked up, ass clenching tight around my cock as he sprayed his own stomach and chest in thick stripes. I slammed in one last time and came with a broken groan, flooding him in heavy pulses, hips jerking through it. The heat of it, the way his hole fluttered and held me—I kept thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks until we were both shaking and spent.

I stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against his neck, then carefully pulled out. Cum leaked from him onto the sheets. I collapsed beside him, one arm still draped over his waist.

We lay there catching our breath. Sweat cooled on our skin. After a while I turned my head and looked at the time....was 11.45 pm.

“It’s late,” I said quietly. “You want to just stay?”

“I’ve got an early shift,” he said. “And I don’t usually… stay.”

“I’ve got to be out the door by seven,” I told him. “I’ll be gone when you wake up. Just shut the door behind you when you leave. No rush.”

He looked at me for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

“I’ll leave with you,” he said. “Rather not wake up alone in a hotel room.”

I nodded. “Alright. Works for me.”

I glanced down at the mess between us—cum drying on his stomach, still leaking out of him onto the sheets. I dipped a finger in his cum and licked it....and then leant forward and kissed him.

“We’re disgusting,” I said. “Shower?” “Yeah. I can feel Ur babies  running out of me. Not exactly glamorous.”

“Come on then.”

We climbed out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom. I turned the water on, waited until steam started to rise, then stepped under the spray and held out a hand. Jamie followed. 

I reached for the soap, lathered my hands, and started on his shoulders—slow, deliberate circles, thumbs pressing into the muscles. He let out a quiet sound and tilted his head forward.

" Feels good", he said.

I worked down his back, over the curve of his ass, cleaning the mess between his cheeks with careful fingers. 

“Turn around,” I said.

He did. I soaped his chest, lingering over his nipples, then lower across his stomach. My hands slid down further, wrapping gently around his soft cock, washing him thoroughly. He rested a hand on my hip, steadying himself, and reached for the soap himself.

Jamie’s hands moved over me the same way—shoulders, chest, stomach—then lower, cupping my balls, fingers sliding along my spent cock with the same unhurried care.

Every part of us touched: thighs brushing, chests close, hands exploring without urgency. I washed the back of his neck, the line of his jaw. He washed the insides of my thighs. Steam wrapped around us.

When we were clean I shut the water off. We dried each other with the hotel towels, still slow, still touching. Then we walked back into the bedroom. I pulled the clean side of the duvet back and climbed in. Jamie followed.

I looked at him across the small space between us.

“Wanna spoon you.”

He didn’t answer right away. Then he shifted closer, turning onto his side so his back faced me.

I moved in, fitting myself against him—chest to his back, thighs to the backs of his thighs, arm sliding around his waist. Our bodies lined up, skin still warm from the shower, every inch connected.

“This okay?” I asked against the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s okay.”

I reached over and switched off the light.

The feel of his hairy arse rubbing against me got a wee stirring in my  flaccid cock before I dozed off.

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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"Jesus proper wank material. "

Soaked 💦💦💦💦💦💦 and rock hard 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 reading this

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5 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
5 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 10

My body clock automatically wakes me around 6 as I need to leave for work around 7.15. Jamie was still in my arms, back pressed to my chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing warm against me. I was surprised that both of us hadn't woken in the night...not surprised ...as the evening wine and sex session had knocked us both out.

My morning erection was rock hard, already nestled in the soft cleft of his arse.

I stayed still for a moment, just feeling him—warm skin, the quiet weight of him against me. Then I shifted slightly, letting the length of my cock drag along the crease. Jamie made a low sound, not quite awake, and pushed back into it without thinking.

My hand slid over his hip, down across his stomach, finding him already half-hard. I stroked him slowly, loosely, while I kept rubbing against him from behind. His breathing changed. He was waking.

“Morning sexy,” I murmured against the back of his neck.

He gave a rough, sleepy laugh. “Fuck… what time is it?”

“Just after six. We’ve got time.”

I kissed the side of his neck, slow and open-mouthed, while my hand kept working him. He reached back, found my thigh, and pulled me closer. The head of my cock caught against his hole—still soft, still open from the night before. I rocked forward, just enough to press against him, not pushing in yet.

“Want it?” I asked quietly.

He nodded, voice still thick with sleep. “Yeah. Slow.”

I spit into my hand, slicked myself, then guided the head to his entrance. I pushed in carefully, feeling him open around me inch by inch. A long, quiet groan left him as I sank deep. Once I was fully inside I stayed still, arm wrapped around his chest, just holding him while we both adjusted to the morning heat of it.

Then I started to move—long, slow strokes, almost lazy. My hand stayed on his cock, matching the pace. The only sounds were the soft creak of the mattress and our breathing. I kissed along his shoulder, the side of his throat, tasting the faint salt of sweat.

Jamie turned his head enough that I could catch his mouth. I licked the faint trace of drool along the side of his face. The kiss was unhurried, deep, tongues sliding. I kept fucking him like that—deep, steady, the angle from behind letting me grind against that spot inside him with every roll of my hips.

“Feels good,” he whispered against my lips.

“You feel perfect.”

We stayed in that spooned position for a long time, the pace never rising above a slow, deliberate fuck. When I finally needed more I eased out, rolled him onto his back, and settled between his thighs. I pushed back in, watching his face as I filled him again. His legs wrapped around my waist. My hand found his cock once more, stroking him in time with the deeper thrusts.

Sweat started to slick our skin. Jamie’s hands moved over my back, my sides, pulling me closer. I dropped my forehead to his and kept the rhythm steady, not rushing either of us.

“I’m close,” he breathed after a while.

“Not yet.”

I pulled out, shifted down the bed, and took his cock into my mouth in one smooth motion. The taste of him—salt and precum—spread across my tongue. I sucked him deep while my fingers slid back into his hole, curling, working him open again. Jamie’s hips jerked. His hand settled in my hair.

“Fuck—yes—”

I worked him with my mouth and fingers until he was trembling, then pulled off just long enough to climb back up and push my cock into him again. This time the pace was a little harder, a little deeper. I fucked him while I stroked him, watching the tension build in his stomach and thighs.

“Come for me,” I said. “Then I want you to come in my mouth.”

His eyes locked on mine. A few more thrusts and his hole clenched hard around me. The tight, rhythmic grip pulled my own orgasm up fast. I drove in deep and came with a low groan, flooding him in thick pulses, hips stuttering through it.

I stayed inside him until the last aftershocks faded, then carefully pulled out. Cum leaked from him onto the sheets. I slid down his body without hesitation, took his cock into my mouth, and within seconds he erupted in my mouth. Jamie’s hand rested lightly on the back of my head while I finished him that way, drawing out every last tremor until he was soft and spent against my tongue.

When I finally lifted my head, he was watching me through half-lidded eyes, chest still rising and falling hard.

I crawled back up and settled beside him, one arm draped across his waist.

My mobile alarm went off saying it was 6.35 and I knew I had a taxi arriving at 7.15. I kissed him with my cum mouth. " Fuck.....that's an awesome start to a morning "I said.

" Mmmmmmm....." , he murmured eyes still half closed.

" I need to get ready. You can shower after me.", I said and jumped into the shower.

Once we were both ready...." I will go down first and then you can just shut the door when u leave ...don't want the receptionist to see our walk of shame as I am here every week.", I said and we both laughed.

" You have my number...text me " , I said and went to take the lift.

There were a lot of questions in my head. This was the first time after years someone had stayed the night. This one might was just a little more than just random sex ..I felt. I wondered what was going on in his brain. I wondered whether I will see him again or will he be another one of this random grindr encounters. I could still smell him as I entered the taxi to start a new day at work.

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5 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
5 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 11

Late morning the texts started.

Me: Still walking funny?

Jamie: Slightly. Thanks for that.

Me: Anytime.

Jamie: You always this smug after?

Me: Only when it’s earned.

Jamie: Cocky bastard.

Me: You liked it.

Jamie: …Yeah. I did.

A few minutes later:

Jamie: Free later?

Me: Could be. What are you thinking?

Jamie: Drinks. Somewhere quiet. Not the same pub.

Me: Send me the place. 8?

He did.

I got there first. The pub wasn’t busy—midweek, early enough that most tables were empty. I found a corner booth near the back, away from the bar.

Jamie arrived minutes later. He spotted me, slid into the booth opposite.

Me: I took the liberty in ordering for you

Jamie: aaah.....u remembered

Me: always ...hahha

For a while we kept it easy—how the rest of the day had gone, how little sleep we’d both managed.

Then I looked at him over the rim of my glass.

“I’m kind of amazed you didn’t just block me after last night. That's the normal Grindr ritual with you young guys”, I smiled

Jamie huffed a quiet laugh. “Thought about it for half a second this morning. Then decided that would be dramatic.”

" Cheeky bastard", I said.

“Yeah, well.” He turned his glass slowly. “I looked at your profile again this morning after I got home.”

“why”, I asked.

" Your tags are interesting", he says

“I had seen them , but I looked again. Properly this time.” He met my eyes. “The ones about control. Taking charge. Being rough. A couple of the others.”

I waited. Under the table I shifted my leg so my knee rested lightly against his. He didn’t pull away.

“I’ve let people take the lead before,” he said. “But the part where I actually want someone to properly take over—decide things, not check every thirty seconds, just handle me—I haven’t done that. Not with anyone. It’s been in the back of my head for a while. Then last night happened. The way you just took what you wanted. Held me where you wanted me. Didn’t ask if you could put it back in my mouth after you’d already been inside me. You just did it. And I didn’t want you to stop.”

He paused, then added, quieter, “But it wasn’t only that. You were rough when you wanted to be, and then you were careful. The shower. The way you washed me. Spooning after. Checking if I was okay. Most guys who advertise that kind of control don’t bother with the tender part. Or they treat it like an act. You didn’t. I liked both sides of it.”

I nodded slowly, keeping the contact under the table steady. “They’re not separate for me. Taking control doesn’t mean I stop giving a shit about the person under me.”

“Yeah. I got that.” He took a drink, then set the glass down. His knee pressed back against mine, just enough to acknowledge it. “Can I ask you something without it sounding weird?” I said

“Go on.” he said

“You’re younger than me. You can open Grindr and have five guys your age or younger messaging u in ten minutes if u want.So why are u here?” , I asked

I stayed quiet, letting him find the words. My thigh stayed against his.

“It’s not some daddy thing,” he said. “Not really. It’s more the way you carry it. You don’t try too hard. You just decide things and follow through. Guys closer to my age either overdo the swagger or they get weirdly careful, like they’re waiting for permission to be intense. You didn’t. You were just solid. And after, you didn’t roll over and start scrolling your phone. You stayed present. That combination’s harder to find than it should be.”

“So it’s not about the age gap for its own sake.”

“No. It’s about the fact that the extra years seem to come with less performance and more certainty. At least with you.” He glanced at me. “That make sense or do I sound like I’m overthinking it?”

“It makes sense.”

There was a short silence. Jamie turned his glass again, then looked up. Under the table I shifted slightly so my leg pressed more firmly along his. He exhaled through his nose, almost a smile, but didn’t move away.

“I should probably tell you something before this goes any further.”

I waited.

“I’m partnered. We’ve been together a few years. It’s open—has been for a while. We both see other people. He knows I went out the other night. He doesn’t get every detail, but he knows the arrangement.”

I took that in, then nodded once. “Alright.”

“You’re not bothered?”

“Depends how open ‘open’ actually is. But no, not bothered in principle.”

I met his eyes. “My turn, then. I’m married.”

Jamie’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Okay.”

“Have been married a long time. She doesn't know and I want to keep it that way. ", I said.

He processed that for a moment. “So we’re both already spoken for.”

“Looks like it.”

“Doesn’t change what I said about wanting to try handing more over with you,” he said after a beat. “But it does mean we keep things clear. No drama, no complications .”

“Agreed.”

The air between us had shifted again—still charged, but heavier with the new information. My leg stayed against his. Neither of us mentioned it.

I looked at him for a long second, then said quietly,

“I so wanna kiss you right now. Especially now that I know you are partnered. It's hot."

Jamie’s eyes met mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you when I walked in”

Under the table I slid my hand onto his thigh, just above the knee. Jamie’s hand came down over mine and squeezed once, firm.

“Another drink?” I asked.

“Yeah. My turn.”

He stood up. The booth was narrow; he had to step past me to get out. As he did, I kept my seat and let my hand brush across the seat of his trousers—slow, deliberate, fingers tracing the curve of his arse and the line of his crack. I felt the muscle clench under my touch. He didn’t stop or look back. Just kept walking toward the bar.

When he came back with the drinks and sat down again, his knee found mine under the table like it belonged there.

“We can start small,” I said, voice still low. “Next time we’re alone, I take more of the lead. You practice giving it up. We check in after. If it works, we go further. If it doesn’t, we stop and it doesn’t have to mess up the rest. ”

He nodded, eyes on mine. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

We sat with that for a moment. Then Jamie tilted his head slightly.

“There’s one more thing. My partner… he’s curious. Not in a possessive way. More like he sometimes likes hearing about the people I see. And once or twice he’s asked if I’d ever want a third involved.I shut it down before because it never felt right. But after the other night, and after this conversation…” He trailed off, watching my reaction.

I didn’t answer immediately. Under the table I let my thumb brush once along the inside of his thigh. His breath caught again.

“I’m not suggesting anything tonight,” Jamie added quickly. “Just putting it on the table. So you know it’s a possibility that exists on my side.”

“Noted,” I said. “That’s a bigger conversation. For later, if it ever gets that far.”

He nodded, looking a little relieved that I hadn’t shut it down or jumped on it.

We stayed another half hour. The conversation drifted—lighter things, a bit of teasing about how sore he still was—but the undercurrent was different now. When we eventually left the pub, walking out into the cooler night air, Jamie’s shoulder brushed mine and neither of us moved away.

“Text me when you’re free next,” I said.

“I will.”

He hesitated, then added, “Thanks for not making any of that weird.”

“Wasn’t weird. Just real.”

I went in closer for a hug. He hugged me tightly.

" I so wanna get you to the hotel and ravish you , man", I whispered. " But getting the 5.30 am to London , so need my sleep", I said.

He nodded, and we went in opposite directions. I walked to the hotel with a 100 emotions about the conversation, the possibilities, where all this was leading to.

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By *obby500Man
5 weeks ago

Oxfordshire


"Chapter 8

“Fuck me,” Jamie said, voice rough and already half-moaning. “Please—fuck me. I need your cock in me.”

I didn’t make him wait. I spun him around, pushed him face-down onto the bed, and climbed up behind him. My cock was already rock-hard. I spat into my palm, stroked once, lined up against the hole I’d just been rimming hard, and pushed in.

One long, deep thrust. (We already had had the discussion about prep and STDs, so both of us were comfortable.)

I have given a lot of thought to why I enjoy fucking a guy. There’s something about having a guy under me like this—kneeling, open, trusting me with the most private part of himself. It’s not just the heat or the tight grip of his body around my cock. The hardness of his body under mine, the way he can take more force and still push back for it, the knowledge that I’m entering a place most men keep tightly guarded. That private, almost forbidden quality makes the power feel heavier, more charged. I’m not just moving inside someone—I’m occupying space that isn’t usually offered, and the fact that he’s giving it to me willingly intensifies everything. It’s the way he lets me in, the quiet vulnerability of it. Feeling him open up around me, knowing I’m the one stretching him, filling him, moving inside a place that only a handful of people ever get to touch… it turns me on in a way that’s almost overwhelming. It’s raw and intimate and dirty all at once, and every time I fuck ,I feel that same sharp, possessive thrill run through me.

Jamie’s moan broke open as I bottomed out, balls pressed tight against him. I stayed buried a second, feeling him clench around me, then started fucking him hard.

“Jesus—fuck—” he gasped. “You’re proper deep.”

“You can take it,” I said, gripping his hips tighter. “Been opening this hole with my tongue for ages.”

I kept the pace brutal, watching my cock disappear into him over and over. When I felt him tightening I pulled all the way out. His hole stayed open, slick. 

I stood again, climbed onto the bed, and grabbed a fistful of his hair, turning his head. “Open.”

He did. I fed him my cock straight from his ass—pushing the slick, spit-coated length into his mouth. He took it greedily, sucking hard, tongue working under the head while I held him there.

“Fuck, that’s filthy,” I muttered, watching his lips stretch around me. “You like tasting your own ass on my cock?”

He pulled off just enough to answer. “Yeah. Give it back.”

I pushed back into his mouth for a few more thrusts, then pulled free, spun him onto his back, shoved his knees up to his chest and sank into his hole again in one smooth stroke. The new angle let me see everything—his face, the way his rim stretched wide around me. I fucked him deep and steady, the head of my cock dragging over his prostate with every thrust.

Jamie reached for the wine bottle, took a long pull, then held it up to me. I drank while still buried inside him, the wine cold against the heat of his body.

“Didn’t think a Grindr match would be this dirty,” he said, half-laughing, half-moaning as I started thrusting again.

“Neither did I,” I answered, picking up the pace. “You complaining?”

“Fuck no. Keep going.”

I did—harder now, the bed creaking under us. After a stretch of deep, punishing strokes I pulled out again. This time I climbed higher, straddled his chest, and fed him my cock once more. He opened for it immediately, sucking the length that had just been inside him, eyes locked on mine. I held the back of his head and fucked his mouth in short, controlled thrusts, watching spit and the faint sheen from his ass coat his lips.

When I pulled free he was breathing hard. “Put it back in me.”

I flipped him onto his side, lifted his top leg high, and slid back into his hole from behind. Tighter. Deeper. I reached around, wrapped my fist around his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts while I fucked him hard.

“You feel how open you are?”

“Yeah—fuck—don’t stop.”

“Do it. Use me.”"

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
5 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 12

The texts started the next morning.

Jamie: You get home alright?

Me: Yeah. Train was fine. Still thinking about that conversation.

Jamie: Same.

Me: Any of it feel like too much in daylight?

Jamie: No. Just… new.

Over the next few days the messages stayed light at first—work complaints, bad coffee, a photo of the view from his flat window—then gradually shifted.

Me: You said you liked not having to decide. What does that look like for you in practice?

Jamie: Being told what to wear. Or when I can come. Or that I have to wait. Simple things first.

Me: And if I told you not to touch yourself until we see each other again?

Jamie: …I’d probably hate it. And do it anyway.

I had to be in London for the next two weeks—home base, meetings that couldn’t be moved, the ordinary life I usually left behind when I came down to Bath for work. The timing was inconvenient and perfect at the same time.

Me: Stuck in London for two weeks. Can’t get back to Bath before that.

Jamie: Shit.

Me: We’ll keep talking. And when I’m down again, we try some of what we talked about. Properly.

Jamie: Two weeks is a long time.

Me: Good. Gives you time to think about what you actually want to hand over.

The first few days back in London were ordinary—meetings, house chores etc. The texts were not.

Jamie: Had a long day. Kept thinking about you telling me what to do.

Me: Be specific.

Jamie: You deciding when I get to come. Or making me wait while you use my mouth. Or telling me I can’t touch myself at all until you say.

Me: You touching yourself right now?

Jamie: No.

Me: Good. Keep it that way.

Three days later:

Jamie: This is harder than I thought.

Me: Tell me.

Jamie: Woke up hard. Almost did something about it. Stopped.

Me: Why?

Jamie: Because you told me not to. And I keep wanting to see if you’ll notice if I break it.

Me: I’ll notice. Don’t break it.

The messages grew shorter and heavier as the first week turned into the second.

Me: What are you wearing to bed?

Jamie: Just shorts.

Me: Take them off. Sleep naked until I get back down.

Jamie: …Okay.

Me: And no touching. Not even in the shower longer than necessary.

Jamie: You’re enjoying this.

Me: I am. Are you?

Jamie: Yeah. In a frustrating way.

One night, late:

Jamie: I keep replaying the other night. The way you just put it back in my mouth. Didn’t ask.

Me: You liked not having a choice.

Jamie: I did. More than I expected.

Me: When I’m back in Bath we’re going to try that again. Slower. Longer.

Jamie: Fuck.

Me: Language.

Jamie: …Sorry.

I left the message unanswered for twenty minutes on purpose.

Jamie: You still there?

Me: Yes. Just letting you sit with it.

By the end of the second week the tension had increased.

Me: Coming down to Bath tomorrow.

Jamie: What time?

Me: Afternoon train. I’ll text when I get in.

Jamie: Can I see you that night?

Me: Yes. Same hotel. Same rules as before. You come when I say. You wait when I say. We go as far as you want and no further. You will stay the night.

Jamie: Okay.

Me: One more thing. Between now and then, you don’t come. Not even close.

Jamie: You’re a bastard.

Me: You like it.

Jamie: …Yeah.

I got into Bath just after seven I checked into the same hotel, dropped my bag, and texted him the room number.

He replied almost immediately.

Jamie: On my way.

Twenty-five minutes later there was a knock. I opened the door. Jamie stood there in a dark jacket, hair still damp from a shower,. Two weeks of deliberate denial sat on him like a visible thing.

I stepped aside. He walked in. The door clicked shut behind him.

I didn’t kiss him. Didn’t reach for him straight away. Just looked at him for a long moment.

“Clothes off,” I said quietly. “Fold them. Put them on the chair.”

He hesitated only a second, then did it—jacket, shirt, jeans, everything—neatly. When he was naked he stood there waiting, cock already half-hard, the tension of the last fourteen days written in the set of his shoulders.

I walked around him once, slow. Stopped behind him. Rested one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his hip.

“You’ve been good,” I said against his ear. “I know it wasn’t easy.”

He exhaled. “It wasn’t.”

“Tonight you don’t decide anything. You speak if something’s wrong. Otherwise you take what I give you. Clear?”

“Clear.”

I turned him to face me, finally kissed him—deep, unhurried, the kind of kiss that had been waiting since the pub.. When I pulled back his eyes were darker.

“On the bed,” I said. “On your back. Hands above your head. Leave them there.”

He did.

I took my time undressing, letting him watch. Then I climbed onto the bed, straddled his thighs, and looked down at him—naked, hard, waiting, two weeks of built-up want visible in every line of his body.

“We’re going to go slow,” I told him. “And you’re going to stay exactly where I put you.”

His voice was already rough. “Okay.”

I leaned down and kissed him again, deeper this time, while one hand wrapped loosely around his cock—just holding, not stroking. He made a low sound into my mouth and his hips twitched, but his hands stayed above his head.

The control we had discussed was almost as a 3rd presence in the room and we had all night to use it.

There is something soooo erotic having a younger, fit, hairy, submissive guy under you, ready to do as you say with the only objective of pleasing you. A voice in my ear kept telling me " you are gonna enjoy this ...Adi....very much"

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
5 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 13

I kept my hand loosely around his cock, just holding the weight of it, and watched his face. Jamie’s breathing had already changed—shallower, waiting. His hands stayed above his head exactly where I’d put them.

“Don’t move those,” I said. “Not until I say.”

He nodded once.

I leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, tasting the two weeks of distance on his tongue. While I did it I stroked him once, firm and deliberate, from base to tip, then stopped. His hips lifted automatically. I pressed them back down with my free hand.

“Still.”

A quiet sound left his throat. I stroked him again—three slow pulls—then took my hand away completely. He stayed hard, cock resting against his stomach, the head already wet precum dripping. I loved the vulnerability on his face, the anticipation of what is about to come but also a wariness whether he will like it.

I shifted lower, settled between his thighs, and took him into my mouth without warning. Just the head at first, tongue working the underside, then deeper. Jamie took a deep breath. His thighs tensed under my hands. I sucked him slowly, thoroughly, the way you do when you’re not in a hurry and you want someone to feel every second of it. My hands rubbed the hair on his thighs and then moved up to hold his balls. When his hips started to move I pinned them again.

“I said still.”

He forced himself flat. I kept going until his breathing turned ragged, then pulled off and left him wet and aching.

“Turn over. On your front. Hands still above your head.”

He rolled without hesitation. I looked at the long line of his back, the curve of his arse, the exquisite pink hole surrounded by hair...so inviting, driving me crazy. I loved the way he was already presenting himself. I ran both hands down his sides, over his hips, then spread him open with my thumbs. I took my time —spit, slow fingers, working him open while he stayed face-down and quiet except for the occasional broken exhale.

Through a lot of experience with rimming and fingering I am aware that stimulating the ring by rubbing it lightly, circling it with your thumb, putting pressure on the hole to enter it with your thumb and then releasing to repeat it all again drives guys crazy.

When he was ready I slicked myself and lined up. I pushed in slow, watching every inch of my engorged cock disappear, feeling the tight heat of him after two weeks of nothing. Jamie’s hands stayed where they were, fingers curled into the pillow. I bottomed out and stayed there, fully inside, not moving. I need getting used to tight arses lest I cum too quickly.

“Breathe.”

He did.

I started to fuck him in long, controlled strokes—deep, steady, the kind that don’t rush the end. One hand stayed on the small of his back, holding him down. The other reached under and wrapped around his cock again, matching the rhythm exactly. Every time he got close I slowed or stopped, waited until the tension eased, then started again. He never asked me to go faster. He just took it.

After a while I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, and pushed back in. His legs hooked over my arms. I nibbled at his calves and licked his ankles and then licked the underside of his foot , finally sucking on his toes. His body jerked with the new sensations. I leaned down so our faces were close.

“Look at me.”

He did. Eyes dark, mouth open. That look of raw desire, pain, pleasure and total surrender made me fuck him harder, still controlled but deeper, watching every reaction. When his breathing told me he was close again I stopped completely, buried to the hilt, and held still.

“Not yet.”

A frustrated sound left him. I kissed it out of his mouth.

“You’ll come when I decide. Not before.”

I started moving again, slower this time, grinding more than thrusting, keeping him right on the edge without letting him tip over. His hands stayed above his head the entire time. The only movement he allowed himself was the small, helpless rock of his hips against mine.

When I finally decided, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him in tight, deliberate pulls timed to my thrusts.

“Now. Come.”

He broke almost immediately—body locking, cock pulsing hard in my fist, spilling across his stomach while his hole clenched around me in rhythmic waves. I kept fucking him through it, riding the pulses, then let myself go. I came deep inside him with a low groan, filling him while he was still shaking from his own orgasm.

I stayed inside until the last aftershocks faded. Then I carefully pulled out and watched the slow leak of cum from him onto the sheets.

Jamie’s arms were still above his head. His chest rose and fell hard. I reached up, took both of his wrists, and brought them down to his sides. His fingers were stiff from holding the position so long.

I stretched out beside him, one arm across his waist, and kissed the side of his neck.

“You did well,” I said quietly.

He turned his head enough to look at me. His voice was rough.

“That was… different.”

“Good different?”

He nodded once. “Yeah. Good different.”

We lay there in the quiet of the hotel room, the control still lingering in the air between us.

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5 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
5 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 14

We stayed like that for a long time—my arm across his waist, his breathing slowly evening out, the mess of cum cooling on his stomach and leaking from him onto the sheets. Eventually I got up, wet a cloth in the bathroom, and came back to clean him properly. He watched me do it without speaking.

When I finished I dropped the cloth and looked down at him.

“I am glad you’re staying.”

It wasn’t a question. He nodded once.

I pulled the duvet up over both of us and turned off the main light. Jamie shifted closer on his own, pressing his back to my chest the way he had the first night. I let him settle, then slid one arm under his neck and the other around his waist, palm flat on his stomach.

“Sleep if you want,” I said against the back of his neck. “But my cock says you’re not finished for the night.” and I rubbed my cock on his crack.

He made a quiet sound that might have been agreement.

We dozed like that. Sometime after midnight I woke to the feel of him shifting in my arms, half-hard again against my wrist. I didn’t move at first. Just listened to his breathing change as he realised I was awake.

My hand slid down and wrapped around him, slow and loose.

“Still hard,” I murmured.

He pushed back into me without answering. I stroked him lazily for a minute, then stopped.

“ I want you now. On your knees.”

Jamie moved without hesitation—pushed the duvet back, got onto all fours in the middle of the bed. I knelt behind him, ran both hands over his arse, then leaned down and licked over his hole. I took my time, tongue and fingers, opening him again while he stayed quiet and still, only the occasional low sound escaping when I pushed deeper.

When he was ready I used the moistness from his arse as lube on my cock and pushed in in one long, steady thrust. He took it with a sharp inhale, head dropping forward. I fucked him slow and deep from behind, one hand on his hip, the other reaching under to hold his cock without stroking it.

“You don’t come,” I told him. “Not until I say.”

He nodded against the pillow.

I used him like that for a long time—changing the angle when I wanted, slowing when he got close, stopping completely once or twice just to feel him clench and wait. At one point I pulled out, made him turn around, and put him on his back again so I could watch his face while I pushed back in. His hands stayed where I put them—above his head, then later flat on the mattress when I told him he could lower them.

Near the end I leaned down so my mouth was close to his ear.

“I’m going to come inside you again. Then you’re going to wait to cum while I suck you off. You come in my mouth. Clear?”

“Clear,” he breathed.

I fucked him harder and came with a low groan, grinding deep as I filled him for the second time that night. I stayed inside until I softened, then carefully pulled out and moved down the bed. His cock was dark and wet and aching...dripping precum. I took him into my mouth and sucked him with the same controlled focus I’d used earlier—no teasing this time, just steady, deliberate pressure until his thighs started to shake.

“Now,” I said around him, and he came hard, pulsing across my tongue while I swallowed every bit of it.

Afterwards I cleaned us both again, then pulled him back into the same spooned position as before. This time he was properly spent. I rested my hand over his stomach, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

" That was well worth the wait of 2 weeks. ", I said and hugged him tighter while kissing his neck.

He pushed back into me too tired to say anything.

" Sleep well, u sexy man", I said and we both went into a deep slumber.

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
4 weeks ago

croydon

Chapter 15

I woke at 6:15. Jamie was warm against me, back to my chest, the slow rise and fall of his breathing steady. I just lay in silence, mind full of thoughts from the previous night. I looked at him sleeping peacefully and I went in closer to hug him tightly.

He stirred , shifting slightly.

“Should I leave?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.

I tightened my arm just a little. “No. I’m working from the hotel today. So take your time”

He turned his head enough to look at me. “You sure?”

“Yes.” I kissed the back of his shoulder, soft. “Go back to sleep if you want. I will take a shower and go and get some coffee and breakfast. What will you have ?”

" Black americano for me.", he said sleepily.

I got up, pulled on yesterday’s clothes, and went out for coffee and croissants from the place around the corner. When I came back he was sitting up in bed, hair messy, just in his calvins. I don't know what it is but a guy in calvins , especially a hairy guy is one of life's greatest pleasures. .

“I like to see you in your undies,” I said with a stirring in my loins. He took one of the croissants and sat cross-legged on the bed with his own laptop.

“I can do uni work,” he said. “Got a paper due next week.”

" Naaah, you will be a distraction." , I said . " Have a number of meetings which I cannot cancel."

“ok", he said.

" Stay till 8.30", I said.

He nodded.

Jamie broke a piece of croissant and looked at me over it.

“About what I said in the pub. My partner.”

I waited, thumb brushing once across his knee.

“He’s asked again. Properly this time. Not just curious in passing. He wants to know if the person I’m seeing would ever consider him being there. Not joining in. Watching.”

I drank some coffee, set the cup down, but kept my hand on him.

“Watching,” I repeated.

“Yeah. In the room. Seeing what happens. He says the idea of me handing control over to someone else does something to him. He doesn’t want to take part. Just be present.”

I studied Jamie’s face

.

“I’ve never let anyone take me apart the way you did last night,” he said quietly. “And the idea of him seeing that—seeing me hand it over completely—does something. I don’t know if it’s hot or terrifying or both.”

“You’re asking me if I’d consider it.”

“I’m asking if you would consider it?. Because if it doesn’t, we leave it. I won’t push.”

I didn’t answer straight away. My hand stayed on his knee, warm and steady.

“ You are happy with him. You know this could be complicated.”

“I know.”

“We have known each other only a few weeks. But, I care what happens to you in this. That matters more than the idea of someone watching.”

Jamie’s throat moved as he swallowed. “So is that a no?”

“It’s a not yet.” I kept my voice even, but softer. “I’m not shutting the door. But I’m also not walking through it because the idea is hot this morning. If we ever go there, it has to be clean. Everyone knows everything that matters. No surprises. No one gets hurt because we got carried away. Especially not you.”

He nodded slowly. “That’s fair.”

“There’s something else,” I said. “If we do this—if it ever gets that far—I don’t share control. Not in the moment. If your partner is there, he watches on the terms I set. You still answer to me. That’s non-negotiable. But I’ll also make sure you’re okay through all of it. That part doesn’t stop.”

Jamie’s eyes stayed on mine. Something flickered there—uncertainty, heat, and the same quiet trust from the night before.

“I haven’t told him how deep the control goes,” he said quietly. “If we ever get to the point of talking about a third, I’d have to. And I don’t know how he’ll take that. He likes the idea of me being with someone else. I’m not sure he’ll like the idea of me being… handled the way you handle me.”

“This is what I meant when I said it could be complicated. That's something you’ll have to take the risk to find out. Or you won’t. That’s your conversation to have, not mine. But if you do have it, and if we ever get there, I’ll look after you in the room the same way I do now. That doesn’t change.”

We sat with that for a moment.He came closer and I gathered him in my arms and hugged him tight and kissed his head.

His hands moved down to my rising cock.

" Do we have time for a quickie?" , he asked.

"No, I need to start prepping for work , unfortunately." , I said.

" But , he wants to ", he said squeezing my cock.

I laughed and got up from the bed.

" Go now , lest I miss my meeting.", I said.

He made a face , got up to take a shower.

By the time he got back from the shower with a towel around his waist I had switched on my laptop. The sight of him, freshly showered , the line of hair from his belly button moving down under the towel was making me harder. I beckoned him to come closer, pulled off the towel and took him him in my mouth. He gasped and started growing in my mouth. I held his cock tight with one hand and jerked him along with my tongue doing it's thing on his glans.....it took minutes and he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every tasty drop , licked his cock clean , patted his butt and pushed him towards his clothes for him dress up and leave.

He stood , spent, collected his clothes, and started dressing. When he was at the door, I kissed him properly—slow, thorough, cum mixed with saliva.

“Text me when you’re done tonight,” I said against his mouth.

“I will.”

He kissed me once more at the door and left for work.

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By *nm1Man
4 weeks ago

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4 weeks ago

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4 weeks ago

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By *orwichscotMan
4 weeks ago

Livingston

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By *airychestloverMan
4 weeks ago

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4 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
4 weeks ago

croydon

After Jamie left I carried on working but was distracted by our conversation The room still smelled of him. The night flashed before my eyes.

I liked him. That part was straightforward now. The control between us worked. The liking underneath it was what made the rest feel a bit complicated.

His partner wanted to watch.

Not join. Just sit there while Jamie handed himself over to me. They’d already had other people in bed with them before—proper threesomes where everyone was involved. So why this? Why just watching? Why specifically the control part?

I didn’t have the answer. Jamie might.

By early evening he texted.

Jamie: Shift done. You still at the hotel?

Me: Yeah. How you feeling?

Jamie: Tired. Still thinking about this morning.

Me: Same.

Jamie: You been turning the other thing over?

Me: Yeah.

Jamie: And?

Me: I’ve got questions. Real ones. Not just the hot idea of it.

A longer pause this time.

Me: You’ve already had thirds with him. Actual sex with someone else in the bed. So what’s different about this for him? What’s in it for him if he’s only watching?

Jamie: I’ve been trying to work that out too.

Me: Has he said?

Jamie: Not in those words. But we’ve talked about the control stuff. I told him some of what we’ve been doing. Not every detail, but enough. That I like being told what to do. That I like not deciding for a bit. He went quiet when I said that.

Me: Quiet how?

Jamie: The kind of quiet where he’s thinking hard. Then he said he’d never really been able to take charge like that with me. Not properly. He’s not wired that way. He’s more… equal. Soft. He likes sex, likes sharing me sometimes, but the actual taking-control part isn’t him.

Me: So watching someone else do it is the point.

Jamie: I think so. He said something like he wants to see me like that. See me give it up completely. See what I look like when I’m not meeting him in the middle.

Me: Is he into watching in general?

Jamie: A bit. He’s got a voyeur streak. We’ve talked about it before. He likes seeing me with other people. But this feels more specific. It’s not just watching me get fucked. It’s watching me hand over the deciding.

Me: And how do you feel about him seeing that?

Jamie: Mixed. Part of me thinks it could be hot. Him sitting there knowing exactly how far I’m willing to go with you. Another part of me worries he’ll look at me differently after. Or that I’ll feel like I’m putting on a show instead of just being in it with you.

Me: That second part is the one that bothers me.

Jamie: Me too.

Me: If we ever did it, he’d have to stay properly out of the way. No talking. No directing. No “do that again.” Just quiet. You stay focused on me. I stay focused on you. He watches. That’s the deal.

Jamie: Yeah. I think he’d agree to that. He’s not pushy once the lines are clear.

Me: And afterwards?

Jamie: That’s the bit I keep getting stuck on. What we say to each other after. Whether it feels weird between him and me. Whether he still sees me the same.

Me: Only you two can answer that. But inside the room I’d treat it the same as I do now. I’d look after you in it. That doesn’t change just because someone’s watching.

Jamie: I know. That’s why I can even think about it.

Me: We don’t decide anything tonight. You talk to him properly if it still feels right. Tell him the control stays between us. Tell him I won’t share it. If he’s still interested after hearing that, we talk more. Slowly. Everything clear before anyone’s in the same room.

Jamie: Okay.

Me: You alright?

Jamie: Yeah. A bit in my head. But alright.

Me: Go home. Eat. Sleep. Text me tomorrow.

Jamie: I will.

Me: Jamie.

Jamie: Yeah?

Me: I like you. Properly. That’s why I’m being careful with this.

Jamie: I know. I like you too. That’s why it feels bigger than just sex.

Me: Get some rest.

Jamie: Night.

I put the phone down. The conversation didn’t feel theoretical anymore. It felt like two people trying to understand something that could either stay private or open up in a way that changed things.

I still wasn’t sure. But at least now I understood the shape of what his partner actually wanted—and why Jamie was torn about giving it to him.

The next hurdle would be meeting his partner in person. Tbh I was feeling a bit excited about that prospect because I have been curious about him since the time Jamie mentioned him. I had created this mental image and I wanted to see whether my image matched the guy. Next week will be the test.

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4 weeks ago

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By *amushaMan
4 weeks ago

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4 weeks ago

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By *eteguy2Man
4 weeks ago

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By *enjamin2018Man
4 weeks ago

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So well told, great build up , the outcome by no means certain,I can feel the sexual tension..

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By *axludlowMan
4 weeks ago

Worcester

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
4 weeks ago

croydon

I thought about it for days.

The conversation with Jamie stayed with me—what his partner actually wanted, the fact that he’d never been the one to take control, the quiet voyeur streak, the way Jamie himself was torn between the heat of being seen and the fear of being looked at differently afterwards. None of it felt simple.

I was back in London on Thursday.  Jamie and I kept texting. Not constantly, but enough. We talked about ordinary things first—his shifts, my meetings—then circled back to the watching idea.

Jamie: He asked again last night. Gently.

Me: What did you say?

Jamie: That I was still thinking. That you were too.

Me: True enough.

Jamie: He’s not pushing. Just… open.

Me: How are you feeling about it today?

Jamie: Less scared than last week. Still careful.

By the end of that week we had agreed on something small and practical.

Me: I’m down in Bath the week after next. Weekday evening after work is the only time that works. Maybe the three of us should meet. Public. Just a drink. No decisions required.

Jamie: Yeah. That feels right.

Me: You choose the place.

Jamie: There’s a quiet pub near us. I’ll send the address.

The following Wednesday I finished work and went straight to the pub. I saw them as soon as I walked in.

Jamie was facing the door. The man beside him was dark-haired, clean-shaven at first glance but with a neat stubble that darkened the sharp line of his jaw...... Javier. Chiselled features—high cheekbones, a straight nose, well defined lips, olive skin, dark eyes, thick black hair cut short at the sides. The top two buttons of his shirt were open; a scattering of dark chest hair peeping above his t-shirt neck line. When Jamie saw me he stood up and came straight over. The hug was warm, familiar, a little longer than a casual greeting. I felt the solid shape of him against me for a second before he stepped back.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

He turned. “This is Javier.”

“Good to meet you,” he said. Soft accent, clear English.

I shook his hand and answered in Spanish, keeping it light.

“Igualmente. Jamie me habló de ti.”

Javier’s eyebrows lifted a fraction, then he smiled properly for the first time.

“Ah, hablas español.”

“Lo suficiente,” I said. “apprendiendo español  hace 1 año y viajé mucho  a sudamerica”

“ah...bien,” he replied, still in Spanish, the accent warmer now. “Yo soy de Argentina ”

“un país lleno de hombres sexy ”

He laughed out aloud, still holding the handshake a second longer than necessary, then we both switched back to English as we sat down. The short exchange had done something quietly—made the air between us less formal, more direct.

Jamie looked between us, amused. “You two already have a private language?”

“Just a few words,” I said.

But the slut in me had noticed everything: the olive skin, the stubble, the chest hair, the way his voice dropped slightly when he spoke Spanish....which sounded so sexy.

I couldn’t help thinking like this—after all, I am human, and Latinos are so fucking sexy.

 I found myself mentally undressing him while we settled—imagining the olive skin bare, the contrast against Jamie’s fairer body, dark hair against pale. 

Then my mind went further: how would he be in bed with Jamie? The dynamics. Would Javier stay soft and equal the way Jamie had described, or would something sharper come out once the clothes were off?

  I don't know when and how but suddenly the idea of Javier joining in—not just watching—hit with surprising force.

Right behind it came a sharp, almost guilty feeling, as if I were being unfaithful to Jamie. Which was ridiculous—we’d only known each other a few weeks—but it was there all the same. The protectiveness I’d started feeling toward him, the private control we’d built, the way he looked at me when he handed things over. Wanting his partner in the middle of that felt like crossing a line I hadn’t meant to approach. I filed both the desire and the guilt away and kept my face neutral.

We sat. Jamie between us at first, then the conversation settled into something easier than I’d expected. Work, the city, how long Javier had been in the UK, nothing heavy. Javier mostly listened, eyes moving between Jamie and me, not interrupting.

 Every so often Jamie’s knee brushed mine under the table and stayed there. I kept catching myself glancing at Javier—the line of his throat, the dark hair at his open collar, the way the stubble caught the low light— and my mind wandered: olive against white, Jamie’s body under or beside his, the possible dynamics between them, and the sharper one of Javier not just watching but joining. Each time the small stab of disloyalty followed. I let it sit.

After the second drink the talk shifted, carefully.

“We’ve been talking about the idea,” Jamie said. “Properly.”

Javier nodded once. “I know what I asked for. I also know it has to work for both of you, or it doesn’t happen.”

I looked at him. “You’ve had other people with you before.”

“Yes. But that was different. Shared. Equal. This would be me watching Jamie give something he doesn’t give me. That’s the part I’m curious about.”

Jamie glanced at me, then back at Javier. 

“We’ve been clear that the control stays between us. You’d be there, but you wouldn’t direct anything.”

“I understand,” Javier said. “I wouldn’t want to. I just want to see it.”

The heat in my gut was unexpected and honest. Looking at the two of them—Jamie relaxed beside me, Javier composed and clearly interested, that chiselled face and the dark hair at his collar—I realised the idea had stopped being theoretical. I could picture it. Javier in a chair across the room. Quiet. Watching. The thought of him naked while he watched slid into my head again, olive skin against Jamie’s white, chest hair, the full contrast, and right behind it the stronger pull: him not staying in the chair. The guilt followed. I didn’t push either feeling away.

“If we do this,” I said, “it happens at your place or somewhere private. We set the boundaries before anyone takes their clothes off. Jamie stays focused on me. You stay quiet unless something is wrong. And either of us can stop it at any point.”

Javier nodded. “Agreed.”

Jamie’s hand found mine under the table and squeezed once.

“We’re free next Wednesday evening,” Jamie said after a moment. “After work. If that works.”

I looked at both of them. The careful way Jamie was watching my face. The steady way Javier waited.“Next Wednesday,” I said. “Your place. Early evening. We talk again when I arrive, make sure everything still feels right, and only then decide if we go further.”

Jamie exhaled, a small release of tension. Javier gave a short, almost formal nod.

“Wednesday,” he repeated.

We stayed another half hour. The conversation lightened again—safer ground—but the decision sat between us now, real and dated. When we left the pub Jamie hugged me once more on the pavement. Javier shook my hand again, longer this time, eyes meeting mine with clear interest. Up close the chiselled lines of his face and the dark stubble were even sharper.

“Until Wednesday,” he said.

I walked back toward the hotel with the image of the two of them still clear in my head—Jamie’s familiar warmth, Javier’s quiet, good-looking composure, the imagined contrast of olive skin against white, the chest hair, the stubble,the more complicated knowledge that part of me already wanted Javier to do more than watching. The guilt sat beside it, stubborn and real. In seven days I would walk into their flat and see where this will ultimately lead to.

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By *helmerbearMan
4 weeks ago

Wickford

Want Javier to get fully involved ! Would he top or bottom ?

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By *ravelguyMan
4 weeks ago

Ipswich

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4 weeks ago

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4 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
4 weeks ago

croydon

Jamie texted just after ten.

Jamie: Home. You get back alright?

Me: Yeah. Just got in.

Jamie: That went better than I expected.

Me: It did.

Jamie: Javier liked you. Said he thinks he gets why I like you. Still he was intrigued.

Me: Intrigued.

Jamie: His word. He’s not usually that open about people I see.

Me: Good to know.

Jamie: You still okay with next week?

Me: Yes. Your place. Wednesday after work.

Jamie: Okay. We’ll keep it simple. Talk first. Nothing happens unless it still feels right when you’re there.

Me: Agreed.

I didn’t tell him about the rest—the way my mind had gone straight to Javier’s mouth, the olive skin, the thought of him not staying in the chair. That stayed private.

We texted through the week in shorter bursts. Ordinary things. How his shifts were. How sore he still felt two days later. A photo of the coffee he’d made. Nothing heavy, but the thread stayed alive.

Jamie: Still good for Wednesday?

Me: Still good.

Jamie: He’s been quiet but calm about it. No pressure.

Me: That’s how it should be.

Wednesday I got into Bath just after six. Checked into the same hotel, left my bag, showered, changed into a clean shirt. The walk to their flat took twelve minutes. I have to say I was a bit apprehensive as this scenario was new to me ...exciting but not ..at the same time.

Jamie opened the door. Soft smile, the same familiar warmth. He stepped aside to let me in and closed the door behind us.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Javier was in the kitchen area, sleeves rolled, pouring water into a glass. He was wearing shorts—dark, casual, stopping mid-thigh. His legs were solid, dusted with dark hair. When he turned to set the glass down I saw the shape of him properly: muscular arse filling the shorts, the kind of tight, rounded curve that made it hard not to look. He looked up when we came in. The same chiselled face, the same dark stubble, the open collar showing that scatter of chest hair. He came over.

“Good to see you again,” he said, and held out his hand. The grip was the same—firm, polite.

“You too.”

“Drink?” Jamie asked. “We’ve got beer, wine, or something softer.”

“Beer’s fine.”

Javier opened three bottles. We stood in the kitchen for a minute while the conversation carried on. The tension had released a bit.

Jamie leaned against the counter close to me. Javier stayed a half-step back, watching both of us without staring. Every time he shifted his weight I caught the flex of those hairy thighs and the solid line of his arse in the shorts.

We moved to the sofa. Jamie sat beside me, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine. After a moment his hand settled on my leg, just above the knee. Javier took the armchair opposite, bottle in hand, posture relaxed but attentive. His legs were open, hairy and strong, the shorts riding slightly higher as he sat.

The conversation started light—work, the train down, nothing that required decisions. Jamie’s thumb moved once across my thigh. Javier noticed. He didn’t comment. He just watched the small contact the way someone watches a detail they’re trying to understand.

“You both still comfortable with tonight?” I asked after a while.

Jamie nodded. “Yes.”

Javier set his bottle down. “I am. I know the terms. I stay quiet. I don’t direct. I watch. If either of you wants it to stop, it stops.”

“That’s the agreement,” I said.

Jamie’s hand stayed on my thigh. Across from us Javier sat with his elbows on his knees, eyes moving between Jamie’s face and the place where Jamie’s fingers rested on my leg. There was no jealousy in the look. Only focus. The same quiet interest he’d shown in the pub, sharper now that we were inside their space. The dark hair on his legs, the solid muscle of his arse against the chair—none of it was lost on me.

I took another drink and let the moment sit. My attention was on understanding the dynamics here but at the back of my mind there stii was that pull I’d felt the week before—the thought of olive skin against white, of him not staying in the chair—it was still there, quiet and unresolved.

Jamie’s fingers tightened once on my thigh.

“We can take this as slow as we need,” he said.

Javier nodded. “No rush.”

I placed my hand on Jamie's and said " You want to lead the way?"

Jamie got up and pulled my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Javier just sat on the chair observing us. It was a bit awkward but I guess they had discussed this before hand and I expected Javier to join us a bit later. I decided to focus on Jamie as that's what I was here for. Javier was just an audience ....or was he ?

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By *allguyUKMan
4 weeks ago

Leamington Spa

Superbly written and very human.

Also - and this goes without saying, I feel - horny as fuck.

Keep up the good work…

The tension is making all your readers totally crazy!

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By *allguyUKMan
4 weeks ago

Leamington Spa

Also - while lots may need a Jamie… I’m most desirous of an Adi…

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4 weeks ago

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4 weeks ago

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By *ruzercolMan
4 weeks ago

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Terrific story line. Longing to see where it goes now!😘

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3 weeks ago

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3 weeks ago

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Jamie closed the bedroom door behind us. The room was simple—large bed, one low lamp casting a soft amber pool of light, almost as though they had thought about the lighting and visibility for Javier to watch. Curtains half-drawn.

He turned to me. For a moment we just looked at each other. The control we’d built over the past weeks sat between us, familiar and steady.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” His voice was low. “You?”

“Yes.”

I kissed him—slow, unhurried. I pushed my tongue slowly in to his mouth and he opened for it the way he always did. My hands slid under his shirt, feeling warm skin. We stayed like that for a minute, just mouths and quiet breathing, nothing rushed.

Five minutes in, the door opened.

Javier stepped inside and closed it softly behind him. He was only in dark underwear now. The low light caught the olive skin of his chest and the thick dark hair covering his torso. As he walked to the chair in the far corner, our eyes met as I was kissing Jamie's neck. I wondered what was going on in his head as I licked Jamie's neck and nibbled his ears.

This was the first glimpse of Javier without clothes and boy was it a sensational body. Muscular shoulders, the solid line of his hairy torso, the heavy shape of his thighs. I felt a surge of blood into my already hard cock just looking at Javier. We all have a " my perfect male body" image in our minds and when that image becomes a reality the excitement is mind blowing.

He sat without speaking, legs apart, and the darkness took most of his face. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but I felt them on us.

Jamie had gone still against me when the door opened. I cupped the back of his neck and kept my voice quiet, firm.

“Eyes on me. Only me.”

He looked at me immediately. I kissed him again, deeper this time, while my hands finished with his shirt and jeans. I left the black briefs on. When he was down to just the underwear I guided him onto the bed on his back.

“Hands above your head. Leave them there.”

He raised them and kept them there. I knelt between his thighs.

The soft cotton was already stretched by how hard he was. I ran my palm over the thick shape of him, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat through the fabric. Jamie’s breath caught. I cupped his balls through the briefs, squeezing gently, then rubbed the length of his cock with my hand, pressing just enough to make him push up into the touch. A wet spot was spreading at the tip. I leaned down and mouthed him through the cotton—hot breath, the scrape of my teeth, tongue pressing against the head until the fabric was dark and soaked. His hips twitched. I pressed them flat to the mattress.

“Still.”

He forced himself still. From the corner of my eye I saw Javier’s hand settle on the waistband of his own underwear, rubbing slowly over the thick shape there through the fabric. Just the top of it at first—pressing the outline.

I kept teasing Jamie—rubbing, squeezing, mouthing the hard outline—until he was breathing hard and the front of the briefs was completely wet. Only then did I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down and off. His cock sprang free, leaking. I tossed the briefs aside and pushed his thighs wider.

“Keep your hands where they are.”

I slid lower, spread him open with both thumbs, and ran my tongue over his hole in one slow, flat stroke. Jamie made a sharp sound. I did it again, slower, then pushed the tip of my tongue inside him. He opened for me easily. I rimmed him deeply—wet, thorough, tongue fucking into him in steady strokes while my hands kept his cheeks spread. Jamie’s moans got louder, raw and open. They filled the low-lit room.

In the shadowed chair Javier’s hand slipped inside his underwear. I could see the movement under the fabric, the slow working of his fist over himself while he watched. A moment later he pushed the waistband down just enough to free his cock. It was thick, uncut, the foreskin already half-retracted, surrounded by a dense patch of dark pubic hair that matched the thick hair covering his torso. He wrapped one hand around it and stroked in the same unhurried rhythm I was using on Jamie, the foreskin sliding over the head with each pull. His other hand rose to his hairy chest, fingers finding a nipple, pinching and rolling it while he watched us.

I worked Jamie open with my mouth until he was wet and moaning freely, then pulled back.

“On your knees. Mouth open.”

He moved immediately. I knelt in front of him, cock hard and already wet at the tip. I rested the head on his tongue.

“Take it.”

Jamie opened wider and took me in. I held the back of his head and fed him my cock in slow, controlled strokes. He sucked with focused obedience, eyes flicking up to mine when I caressed his cheek and encouraged him. Spit ran down his chin. Across the room Javier kept stroking his uncut cock, one hand sliding the foreskin, the other still working his nipple through the thick hair on his chest, the muscular silhouette half in darkness.

I used Jamie’s mouth thoroughly, deep enough that he had to work for every breath, then pulled free before either of us got too close.

“On your back again. Hands up.”

He obeyed. I slicked myself, pushed his thighs wide, and entered him in one long, steady thrust. Jamie exhaled hard, hole clenching around me. I fucked him with deep, deliberate strokes, one hand wrapped around his cock but only holding it, not stroking. Every time his breathing told me he was close I stopped completely and waited until the tension left his body before starting again. I kept myself right on the edge the same way—pulling back whenever the heat built too far.

Javier’s hand moved steadily on his cock, foreskin rolling, the dense pubes framing every stroke, the other hand still pinching his nipple. I could see the clear shape of him—thick, uncut, dark against the olive skin and thick body hair—while he watched me take Jamie exactly the way Jamie had told him I would.

I kept the rhythm controlled, never letting either of us tip over. When the need got sharp I slowed to almost nothing, buried deep inside Jamie, and simply held him there. His cock hard in my hand, untouched except for the light grip. Mine ached inside him. Across the room Javier’s breathing had grown heavier, but he still hadn’t come.

I leaned down, forehead against Jamie’s, and spoke so only he could hear.

“We’re not finishing yet.”

A frustrated, needy sound left him. I stayed still inside him, feeling every pulse of his body around me, turned him so that he and I was facing Javier and looked once more toward the shadowed chair. Javier’s hand had slowed on his uncut cock, but he was still hard, still watching.

In that position, with me inside Jamie, I held Jamie's waist and pulled him towards my chest and rubbed his nips and licked and nibbled his neck. Jamie's eyes were closed and as I claimed the most important part of his partners's body, I looked directly as Javier.

As Jamie moaned , I pulled out slowly, leaving Jamie empty and hard against his stomach.

“Stay exactly like that,” I told him. “We’re only getting started.”

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By *ravelguyMan
3 weeks ago

Ipswich

So hot

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By *ent4funtimeMan
3 weeks ago

Belfast

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By *eteguy2Man
3 weeks ago

Ware

Incredibly horny

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By *avidIanMan
3 weeks ago

Bolton

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By *orfyMan
3 weeks ago

Aylsham

OMG! I'm rock hard and leaking nicely

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
3 weeks ago

croydon

I stayed over him for a moment, both of us breathing hard, his cock still dark and untouched against his stomach, mine slick and aching from being inside him.

Jamie’s hands remained above his head exactly where I’d left them. Across the room Javier’s fist moved slowly over his uncut cock, foreskin sliding, the dense pubes framing every stroke, his other hand still on his hairy chest.

I leaned down and kissed Jamie again—deeper this time, more open. He made a soft sound into my mouth. I reached between us, guided myself back to his hole, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust. His hole closed around me immediately. Jamie’s moan came out loud and unrestrained, raw.

I started moving with more intent—still controlled, but harder, deeper. Each stroke dragged a louder sound out of him. His head tipped back against the pillow, mouth open, the moans climbing higher every time I bottomed out. I kept one hand on his hip, holding him exactly where I wanted him, and the other braced by his shoulder so I could watch his face and still see the chair in the corner.

Javier’s body had changed. He was sitting forward now, elbows on his knees, the muscular shoulders, chest and arms clear in the low light. His fist worked faster on his cock, the foreskin pulling back fully with each stroke, the thick head appearing and disappearing. His other hand had left his nipple; it gripped the arm of the chair instead, knuckles tight. His torso rose and fell with heavier breathing. He was no longer just watching. He was locked in.

I fucked Jamie with long thrusts. Every time I drove in, Jamie moaned—loud. I leaned down, mouth against his ear, and kept my eyes on the shadowed chair.

“Let him hear you.”

Jamie did. The next moan was almost a cry. His hole clenched hard around me. I kept the pace steady and deep, never quite letting either of us tip over the edge, but pushing both of us right up against it. Sweat slicked his chest. Mine dripped onto him.

I glanced over again. Javier’s thighs were spread wider, the muscular shape of them clear even in the half-dark. His hips had started to rock slightly into his own fist. The uncut cock looked darker, heavier, the head fully exposed and wet. His free hand had returned to his chest, fingers digging into the thick hair there, pinching harder. His mouth was slightly open. The composed man from the living room was gone; this was something hungrier.

I shifted the angle, pushing Jamie’s thighs higher, and drove in deeper. I held there, buried to the hilt, grinding in slow circles while he trembled under me. My own breathing had turned rough. I could feel how close we were.

I lifted my head and looked straight at the chair.

For the first time the low light caught Javier’s eyes clearly. Dark, focused, almost black in the shadows. We held the contact. I didn’t look away. I kept moving inside Jamie—slow, deep, deliberate—while I stared at Javier and let him see exactly what I was doing to the man he loved. Jamie moaned again, loud with pleasure.

I shifted my weight slightly, still buried in Jamie, and without breaking the eye contact I reached out with my free hand and rested it on the empty space of the mattress beside us—palm open, an unspoken invitation. A small, clear signal. Nothing spoken. Just the open hand and the look that said the chair was no longer required.

Javier’s hand stilled on his cock. The eye contact saying it all... wordless. He understood.

He stood up.

He pushed the underwear the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. Fully naked now—olive skin, thick body hair, the heavy uncut cock standing straight out from the dense pubes. He walked toward the bed without a word, the muscular lines of his body clear in the low light, and stopped at the edge, waiting for the next move.

I stayed buried inside Jamie, eyes still locked on Javier’s and bent towards Jamie and said , " you will enjoy this.".

Jamie opened his eyes and looked at me and then at Javier , confused.

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By *oe69PlayMan
3 weeks ago

Hullbridge

Looking forward to more soon

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By *ravelguyMan
3 weeks ago

Ipswich

I knew Javier wouldn't be able to resist..who would!? This gets hotter every time..can't wait for more

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By *amushaMan
3 weeks ago

Dungarvan

Gets better

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By *cotty010Man
3 weeks ago

Visiting

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3 weeks ago

Belfast

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By *ookiechefMan
3 weeks ago

saxmundham

OMG so sexy and so hot 🔥🔥

Please keep going

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By *eteguy2Man
3 weeks ago

Ware

Never read anything quite this erotic

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By *wantyourcockMan
3 weeks ago

nearby

Absolutely incredible from start to finish, cannot wait to hear Javiers involvement, love Latinos myself!

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By *enjamin2018Man
3 weeks ago

Knaresborough

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By *emetimMan
3 weeks ago

Bury


"Also - while lots may need a Jamie… I’m most desirous of an Adi…"

Yeah fuck Jamie, I need a guy like this!

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By *azRKMan
3 weeks ago

Blackpool

Fantastic, i'm so hard reading this

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By (user no longer on site)
3 weeks ago

Love this - you tell it fantastically well 🔥👏

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By *axludlowMan
3 weeks ago

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
3 weeks ago

croydon

Jamie’s eyes widened when Javier climbed onto the bed. Surprise flickered across his face—clear, unguarded—but he didn’t pull away. He looked at me for a second, searching. My eyes told him it was fine and he gave a small nod.

I shifted to the side just enough to give Javier room. He moved between Jamie’s thighs without a word, thick uncut cock already slick from his own hand. He lined up and pushed in slowly. Jamie’s mouth fell open on a long, broken moan as Javier filled him. The contrast was immediate—olive skin against Jamie’s fairer body.

I moved up the bed and offered Jamie my cock, still wet from being inside him earlier.

“Open.”

He did. I slid into his mouth while Javier started to thrust—deep, steady strokes that made Jamie moan around me. The spit roast pulled raw sounds from him every time Javier pulled out. I kept one hand on the back of Jamie’s head, guiding him, and reached across with the other. My palm settled on Javier’s hairy chest, fingers finding a nipple, rolling it slowly between finger and thumb. Javier’s rhythm faltered for half a second, then deepened. He leaned closer. Our mouths met—open, wet, hungry. The kiss was deep and unhurried, tongues sliding while he fucked Jamie and Jamie sucked me. The intense kiss sealed the chemistry that I had imagined we would have if we ever got into bed.

I pulled free of Jamie’s mouth after a while and moved to the side of the bed so I could watch properly. Javier’s muscular arse flexed with every thrust, the dark hair on his thighs and the dense pubes at the base of his cock clear in the low light. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Jamie’s cock and balls, holding them firmly while Javier drove into him. With my other hand I let one finger trail along the wet length of Javier’s cock each time it pulled almost free, then brushed over his heavy, hairy balls as they swung forward again. The movement of them against my fingertip sent a fresh jolt through me.

Javier noticed. Without breaking his rhythm he lifted his free hand and offered me his thumb. I took it into my mouth and sucked it slowly, tasting skin and salt, while he kept fucking Jamie in long, powerful strokes. Jamie’s moans had gone continuous—high, raw, pure enjoyment.

I stood, walked around behind Javier, and rested both hands on the solid muscles of his back. I kissed the warm skin between his shoulder blades, then higher, along the side of his neck where the dark stubble began. My mouth moved down the beautiful curve of his waist, tasting the salt of his sweat, then lower still. I kissed the upper swell of his hairy arse, slow and deliberate, feeling the muscle flex under my lips as he continued to thrust into Jamie.

I didn’t know if he would want more. I stayed cautious, just kissing the firm cheeks, breathing against the dark hair that covered them. Then, while he was still buried deep in Jamie, Javier reached back with one hand, found mine, and guided it firmly into the cleft of his arse. He pressed my fingers there and held them for a second—clear permission—before returning his hand to Jamie’s hip.

That was the cue. Who was I to refuse?

I dropped to my knees behind him. Both hands spread the muscular cheeks of his arse. The dark hair continued thick into the cleft, denser around the hole itself. His hole was tight, puckered, the skin a slightly deeper olive, framed by the coarse hair. I leaned in, licked the sides of his cheeks , flicking my tongue then licked from the base of his balls up over the centre. Javier’s rhythm stuttered. A low sound left him.

I licked again, slower, pressing my tongue against the ring of muscle, feeling it twitch. Then I pointed my tongue and pushed the tip inside. His hole opened and closed around it immediately. I fucked him with my tongue in short, wet strokes, then dragged it in wide circles, soaking the hair and the _ensitive skin.

" Fuck", he moaned and with his hand pushed my head into his arse while at the same time his thrusts into Jamie grew heavier, less controlled. I spread him wider, buried my face between the firm cheeks, and worked my tongue in and out of his hole with steady, hungry focus—licking into him, sucking gently at the rim, then pushing deep again until the taste of him filled my mouth and the dark hair brushed my lips and nose with every movement.

Jamie’s moans rose higher. Javier’s breathing turned rough. I kept my tongue inside him, ran my hands on his cheeks, balls and with my thumb rubbed Jamie's arse ring as Javier's cock rammed into him.

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By *ravelguyMan
3 weeks ago

Ipswich

Fuck..I'm rock hard reading this

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By *ockStrapSuffolkMan
3 weeks ago

in between ipswich and colchester

This is the best story on here - incredibly accurate writing

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By *amushaMan
3 weeks ago

Dungarvan

Well written very erotic.

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By *ent4funtimeMan
3 weeks ago

Belfast

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By *ditya2020 OP   Man
3 weeks ago

croydon

Thank you for all the encouraging comments. This thread will be full soon. So will start a new one " Encounters while working away - Part 2"

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By *amushaMan
3 weeks ago

Dungarvan

Great, keep it up.

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By *ravelguyMan
3 weeks ago

Ipswich

Great to hear there's more to cum definitely the best story on here in quite a while

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By *adsx2Couple (MM)
3 weeks ago

Newport

Wow!!!! this is the best story ever Soooo hot

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