Five years out of university and life was shaping up OK. I enjoyed my work in London, and living in the capital gave me plenty of opportunities to get extra rations of cock. I would have liked a better flat, but property is so expensive that even with my income I still struggled to find something I really liked.
Stuart needed a new flat mate after his friend moved out to live with an older woman. We met through a mutual acquaintance. With similar jobs and ages we got on well even though he was straight to my gay.
The flat didn't have enough room to swing a cat and the walls were very thin. I could often hear Stuart at night fucking his girlfriend. When this happened I'd usually reach for my cock and imagine his muscular ass bobbing up and down as he thrust his meat into his partner's pussy.
Our poky pad got even more cramped when Stuart's dad turned up one evening begging to sleep on the couch. Apparently he'd been caught with his trousers down and cock buried deep inside a female friend of his daughter.
Needless to say Nick's wife was not impressed, so we found ourselves with a sexy ginger haired heating engineer, stocky but reasonably fit, as an unofficial tenant.
Unfortunately he overstayed his welcome, making himself at home and walking round the flat in vest and boxers. It did give me a nice view of his muscular ass and thighs though!
I got back late on Friday evening after a work related visit to Bristol. The flat was deserted. I remembered that Stuart had gone away for a friend's wedding and I didn't really care where Nick was. I enjoyed relaxing on my own, catching up on my 'Breaking Bad' boxed set. (That Jesse Pinkman, wouldn't mind giving him some attention!).
Nick finally staggered in, and I rearranged the contents of my trousers to hide my boner. Nick smelled of alcohol; but, an experienced drinker, he still seemed relatively lucid. He stripped down to his boxers and vest before plonking himself beside me on the couch.
I stopped the DVD and started channel surfing. we ended up watching Spanish football highlights. (Why did I let him choose?) This started him off on maudlin reminiscences from his youth. I learnt how he once fucked a girl behind a sports pavilion when playing Sunday league football...at half time!
I could see a growing presence in his boxer shorts which he began to massage. Needless to say this grabbed my attention.
Nick looked at me: "I can tell you like what you see," and guided my hand to his bulge. It radiated heat, and continued to expand as I gently caressed it. I slipped a hand inside his boxers, and felt his lovely cock. Nick was truly blessed. I brushed my finger tip against the interesting contours of his weapon discovering a generous foreskin and a very large head. I pushed his T-shirt up and licked his nipples.
"Blow me." Nick was a man of few words.
He pulled down his boxers and his succulent boner sprang out. I knelt before him and began paying homage to the mighty member - all eight inches of it. My tongue started at the base, where I inhaled the manly odour of his sweat soaked bush, before slowly venturing up the shaft. I found a particularly sensitive spot just south of the urethra and enjoyed the rapturous response in Nick that my ministrations elicited.
I could see the head of the cock glistening as my stimulation encouraged the first drops of translucent fluid to appear - my cue to engulf the cock head with my moist mouth. Nick began to flex his thighs pumping his cock into my warm mouth, moaning as my tongue flicked round the head. I felt his rough hand on the back of my neck pushing me down on his member.
I could sense his cock twitching, the cue for full scale contractions and a torrent of cum. I lifted my lips from the cock so I could watch Nick's body convulsing and stringy streams of sticky cum spread across his vest.
A few stray drops landed on my cheek. I wiped these off tasting the slightly bitter fluid and headed for the bathroom to pick up a towel. When I got back Nick had already dozed off.
I retired to my bedroom and fell asleep reliving recent events with my stiff cock in hand.
I woke in the early hours, disorientated, and sensing a stranger standing over me. Silhouetted in the moonlight that creeps through the crack in the curtains is one outstanding feature - a very stiff cock. I remembered where I'd last seen that cock - in my mouth.
I lifted myself up onto one elbow, put my hand round his ass to steady myself and swallowed his impressive pole.
Nick had more in mind than another blow job; he climbed into my bed, positioning me onto my side and started exploring my ass. I could feel a finger poking my hole and his rigid cock pressing against my thigh.
I stopped him for a moment and handed him some lube from my bedside draw. His hot breathing - insistent and needy, on my neck aroused me. I felt a stab of pain as encouraged by the gift of lube he forced two fingers up my ass. I handed him a rubber.
He urgently fumbled with his erection, trying to direct it up my backside. Once the target had been found he slid it in in one swift movement, and paused, savouring the tightness of my man pussy. He had one hand over my mouth, other went to my cock. He began thrusting aggressively.
Wrapped tightly in his grip I loved being possessed by this macho man. His cock penetrated deeper and deeper inside me. The stimulation of my prostate drove me wild. I thought I'd cum soon. Nick's animal like grunts suggested his climax was not far off.
My spasms came first, triggering a howl from Nick as his thigh muscles contracted wildly liberating his cum in an explosive orgasm. My man juices covered Nick's hand and left a damp patch on the bed. Nick wiped his spunk-covered hand in my hair, stood up, deposited his spunk filled rubber on the bedside table and left.
The entire encounter had taken place without a single word spoken.
I picked up the cum filled rubber and squeezed out the contents so they covered my chest. I scooped up a stray strand and tasted it. Suffused with a comforting post-coital euphoria I drifted off to sleep reeking of my manly lover's cum.
We never spoke of it again, although on the rare occasions I bump into Nick he has a knowing twinkle in his eye.
Stuart needed a new flat mate after his friend moved out to live with an older woman. We met through a mutual acquaintance. With similar jobs and ages we got on well even though he was straight to my gay.
The flat didn't have enough room to swing a cat and the walls were very thin. I could often hear Stuart at night fucking his girlfriend. When this happened I'd usually reach for my cock and imagine his muscular ass bobbing up and down as he thrust his meat into his partner's pussy.
Our poky pad got even more cramped when Stuart's dad turned up one evening begging to sleep on the couch. Apparently he'd been caught with his trousers down and cock buried deep inside a female friend of his daughter.
Needless to say Nick's wife was not impressed, so we found ourselves with a sexy ginger haired heating engineer, stocky but reasonably fit, as an unofficial tenant.
Unfortunately he overstayed his welcome, making himself at home and walking round the flat in vest and boxers. It did give me a nice view of his muscular ass and thighs though!
I got back late on Friday evening after a work related visit to Bristol. The flat was deserted. I remembered that Stuart had gone away for a friend's wedding and I didn't really care where Nick was. I enjoyed relaxing on my own, catching up on my 'Breaking Bad' boxed set. (That Jesse Pinkman, wouldn't mind giving him some attention!).
Nick finally staggered in, and I rearranged the contents of my trousers to hide my boner. Nick smelled of alcohol; but, an experienced drinker, he still seemed relatively lucid. He stripped down to his boxers and vest before plonking himself beside me on the couch.
I stopped the DVD and started channel surfing. we ended up watching Spanish football highlights. (Why did I let him choose?) This started him off on maudlin reminiscences from his youth. I learnt how he once fucked a girl behind a sports pavilion when playing Sunday league football...at half time!
I could see a growing presence in his boxer shorts which he began to massage. Needless to say this grabbed my attention.
Nick looked at me: "I can tell you like what you see," and guided my hand to his bulge. It radiated heat, and continued to expand as I gently caressed it. I slipped a hand inside his boxers, and felt his lovely cock. Nick was truly blessed. I brushed my finger tip against the interesting contours of his weapon discovering a generous foreskin and a very large head. I pushed his T-shirt up and licked his nipples.
"Blow me." Nick was a man of few words.
He pulled down his boxers and his succulent boner sprang out. I knelt before him and began paying homage to the mighty member - all eight inches of it. My tongue started at the base, where I inhaled the manly odour of his sweat soaked bush, before slowly venturing up the shaft. I found a particularly sensitive spot just south of the urethra and enjoyed the rapturous response in Nick that my ministrations elicited.
I could see the head of the cock glistening as my stimulation encouraged the first drops of translucent fluid to appear - my cue to engulf the cock head with my moist mouth. Nick began to flex his thighs pumping his cock into my warm mouth, moaning as my tongue flicked round the head. I felt his rough hand on the back of my neck pushing me down on his member.
I could sense his cock twitching, the cue for full scale contractions and a torrent of cum. I lifted my lips from the cock so I could watch Nick's body convulsing and stringy streams of sticky cum spread across his vest.
A few stray drops landed on my cheek. I wiped these off tasting the slightly bitter fluid and headed for the bathroom to pick up a towel. When I got back Nick had already dozed off.
I retired to my bedroom and fell asleep reliving recent events with my stiff cock in hand.
I woke in the early hours, disorientated, and sensing a stranger standing over me. Silhouetted in the moonlight that creeps through the crack in the curtains is one outstanding feature - a very stiff cock. I remembered where I'd last seen that cock - in my mouth.
I lifted myself up onto one elbow, put my hand round his ass to steady myself and swallowed his impressive pole.
Nick had more in mind than another blow job; he climbed into my bed, positioning me onto my side and started exploring my ass. I could feel a finger poking my hole and his rigid cock pressing against my thigh.
I stopped him for a moment and handed him some lube from my bedside draw. His hot breathing - insistent and needy, on my neck aroused me. I felt a stab of pain as encouraged by the gift of lube he forced two fingers up my ass. I handed him a rubber.
He urgently fumbled with his erection, trying to direct it up my backside. Once the target had been found he slid it in in one swift movement, and paused, savouring the tightness of my man pussy. He had one hand over my mouth, other went to my cock. He began thrusting aggressively.
Wrapped tightly in his grip I loved being possessed by this macho man. His cock penetrated deeper and deeper inside me. The stimulation of my prostate drove me wild. I thought I'd cum soon. Nick's animal like grunts suggested his climax was not far off.
My spasms came first, triggering a howl from Nick as his thigh muscles contracted wildly liberating his cum in an explosive orgasm. My man juices covered Nick's hand and left a damp patch on the bed. Nick wiped his spunk-covered hand in my hair, stood up, deposited his spunk filled rubber on the bedside table and left.
The entire encounter had taken place without a single word spoken.
I picked up the cum filled rubber and squeezed out the contents so they covered my chest. I scooped up a stray strand and tasted it. Suffused with a comforting post-coital euphoria I drifted off to sleep reeking of my manly lover's cum.
We never spoke of it again, although on the rare occasions I bump into Nick he has a knowing twinkle in his eye.