Bit of a catch up

For a number of reasons, I've got a bit behind with my recent sexploits, and as non of them were overly exciting (fun, but not epic tales), so I will start catch up over the next few days.

It was a couple of weeks ago, I got a message from a guy asking if I wanted a blow job when he finished work. After a little investigation, I realised it was a guy I'd met several months ago, for the same thing. He lives with his girlfriend, but when he gets horny, he looks for cock to suck on his way home from the office.

It's about a 10 minute drive from his office (so he tells me), so I arranged to meet him at my mates place (my mate still isn't living back there yet), 20 minutes later.

When he arrived, he's added a few lbs since I last me him, but otherwise...a sexy man. He's a Welsh Rugby player, so tall (maybe, 1.88m) and well built. in his mid 30's and easy on the eye, I'd forgotten how much I like his hair. It's thick, blond, spikey hair, gelled in such a way it looks (and feels) like straw.

From the living room window, I watching him striding towards the apartment, looking very dapper in a sharp, navy suit. A bit of a 'head turner', for sure!

I opened the door and conversation was short. He followed me to the bedroom, removing his jacket and tie in the process. I'm not a huge fan of quickies, but they seem to be 'the thing' at the moment..and I am not keen on hosting longer sessions at my mates apartment any more, so the occasional quickie is ok.

As I stopped by the bed and turned, I remembered quite how BIG this fell is. He was fumbling in an inside pocket, before stretching out his arm...which appeared to go on for ever...to drop his jacket on the bed with his left arm, while taking hold of my jean clad groin, with his right. As he dropped to his knees, I was (oddly) taking in how snug his pale blue shirt fitted his muscled body. it was like it was ironed on to him.

He seemed quite happy undoing my jeans and doing what he needed to do to expose my semi engorged penis. He was already in his own world, so I let him continue while I tried to run my hands through his stiff hair. The sounds he made were generally that of approval, but made to himself, as he played with my jewels and examined them.

He then unfasted his suit trousers, stood briefly to push then to his ankles, and then returned to his kneeling position. His cock his uncut and a tad on the small side...which looks even smaller compared to his overall size. Still, I wasn't there for his cock...he just wanted to take a belly of cum home with him, so I let him play away.

The fumbling in his jacket pockets was for a bottle of poppers. He'd worked me up to full erection before inhaling a lung full of amyl nitrate....swiftly followed by inhaling a throat full of man meat.

His hands moved about from the poppers to removing his shirt, to my equipment, to his own meat..but my dick rarely left his mouth. As you might expect, in terms of 'sex' it wasn't the most thrilling of episodes, much as I was quite happy with the attention.

As I felt my balls started to tighten and the horn level increased, I took to face fucking him for a while, making him gag. Next, I lay flat on the bed, and closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensation. I could feel his was masturbating, and his powerful arm rubbed against my leg, while he worked away at himself.

It was probably 15 mins since he arrived and I was now feeling the sap staring to rise quite quickly, so setting my phone to record the moment, I returned to my feet to take control once more, forcing him length as deep as I could down his throat before frantically fucking his face until I released a stream of spunk down his neck, The combination of the limited space for air to escape being filled will creamy jizz resulted in a strange gurgling as he too, spilled his seed on to the carpet. To be honest, in that orgasmic moment, I wasn't aware that he was cumming...I just assumed his liked the cum in his throat. It was only after we were both done, and I withdrew my sward from his gullet, he inspected his own mess on the carpet and apologised.

It was fine. cleaning it up was no problem, while he dressed himself once more, ready to leave.

So that was No1!