Jack, the Lad

I seem to be on a roll again, with regard inexperienced men who want to push their boundaries.

"Adrian'' was another of those men who seemed a little too keen to be genuine, but, increasingly (at the moment), I'm finding many of the men I might have previously not taken terribly seriously, are actually turning out to be sincere. Maybe it's some weird side effect of lockdowns and long periods of abstinence?

Anyway, communication was a quickfire series of messages with Adrian. late at night. He lived a bit of a drive away so I didn't feel inclined to make the journey given that I wasn't sure if he was another time waster. Also, my general rule of thumb is to assume that when a guy states he's not experienced, it probably means he has VERY LITTLE or no experience. Adrian says he's bi, with some experience with men and looking to widen his experiences.

It was far too late to be bothering with all that business, so I suggested that if he was still interested in the morning, he contact me the next day, as I was free and able to host.

I'm sure I've said it before, but I have no problem with lack of experience, as long as you're not likely to freak out when there's a real live erection waving about in your face. But knowing how far a guy as gone, and what his (current) limits are, is good to know in advance as you have a good idea of how far you may be able to go with him.

To my surprise, Adrian did contact me the following afternoon. He told me he was gagging to get fucked, even though his profile says he a top. To be Frank, I'm not really in to exclusive bttms, so, depending on my mood, I will sometimes politely decline offers from bttms. Adrian, however, said he didn't mind flipping...and with a couple of pictures soon sent to me, we were good to go.

One small snag. He wasn't able to drive and he's about 8 miles away. I agreed to go get him, so he gave me directions to where he wanted to meet, and off I went.

I parked up where I was asked to go, and waited. I only had to wait a minute or two, before I saw his familiar figure coming round the corner, some 50 yards away, staring intently in my direction. I guessed he was trying to see if it was actually me/my car, so I flashed the headlights at him, at which point his pace quickened has he headed confidently towards the car.

So, Adrian is 5ft8in (1.73m), 31 years old and a manual worker...which keeps him fit. What I wasn't expecting is someone quite so well turned out. It was a warm sunny afternoon, and as he walked towards the car, I couldn't help but notice his very stylish shorts, shirt and trainers, sunglasses, clean shaven and short, well groomed, slicked down, light brown hair.

As he climbed into the passenger seat, he flashed a nice smile and politely introduced himself. He proceeded to talk quite a lot. Initially I thought it was nerves, but as our 'date' went on, I came to the conclusion that he's always like that.

Here in the UK, I'd describe him has being a bit of a 'geezer', Not an 'old geezer' as some might mistaken imagine, but a young man, full of self confidence, who dresses to impress - especially the girls at the weekend, splashes the cash, drives a 'boy racer' car and usually talks with a London/south east England, accent.

It was a 10 minute drive back home. Once there, he followed me upstairs and it was more or less straight down to business. A long smooching session to warm things up would have been good, but I think he was too excitable/horned up for that. He was throwing his clothes aside with gay abandon.

Much as I like to get my clothes off (I always prefer to be naked..even alone), I just lay on the bed and watched him undress. It's not like I wasn't GOING to get naked, but sometimes, it's nice to just watch the body being revealed.

I'd have happily undressed him, but again, it might have just made him uncomfortable... much as he is clearly no shrinking violet!!!

He was in good shape, mostly due to his work, so he told me, smooth with neatly trimmed pubes and few tattoos on his arms. He wasn't fully erect, and once naked, did that 'bloke' thing of opening his legs and ' jiggled' his jewels about, after being cooped up in underwear.

Loosened up, he was straight over to me. I just happened to be laying in a convenient position to receive his growing member. It's a nice size for fun, I thought. Uncut and very average in size which suits me. Easy to swallow, easy to take up my bum...and can take a good pounding from, but still a good handful.

I inhaled his cock and in no time at all, I could feel the the firmness beginning to harden in my mouth...but rather than waiting for me to make the next move, he rested one knee on the bed and started to tug at my joggers, which have quite a tight waistband, so they just needed removing really. I wasn't in that much of a rush for him to start on me, but he obviously was, so releasing him from my facial orifice for a few moments, I pulled off my clothing while he told me about how horny had been since we chatted the night before.

I'm not sure if he was just making conversation, or was trying to justify his heightened state of randiness. Either way, I was happy.

Once naked, I sat on the edge of the bed and learned forward for another taste of his manhood. He kept one leg up on the bed.

I don't overthink these things, but sometimes pick up clues along the way about how comfortable a guy is. This 'open legs' approach so early on suggested to me he was ok with a guy considering he was not especially accustomed to being manhandled.

His self confidence was also sufficient that after about 30 seconds of receiving oral, he gently guided me back on the bed, exposing my erection for him to suck. He quickly squatted to have a taste, but then had a change of tactic and lay next to me on the bed, so we could 69. We lay like that, indulging each other for several minutes.

As he was propped up on one elbow, spitting on, and sucking, my cock....I also took the opportunity to have a good feel of his meaty arse. The only talent I possess when it comes to multi tasking is when it comes to exploring a hot man's naked body. I can explore with both hands, both feet, my cock and mouth, all at the same time, if necessary.

Anyway....we soon shuffled about until he was sitting up, legs out in front, while I knelt between his legs, just about high enough for him to continue working enthusiastically on my manhood, until I pushed him flat, so I could have another go on his, while he lay there, hands behind his head, watching.

His rock solid erection was constan, his 'hardness' a tight fit in my throat as I buried my face as deeply into his neatly trimmed pubes, as much as I possibly could.

For someone who had been so talkative, he was surprisingly quiet now. He'd said he was open to most things, and was keen to get fucked, but I was still unsure of how much experience he'd had with men, so figured it was time to try a few things to see what, if any, reaction there was.

Having given his blow stick a good mauling, without warning I lifted his legs over his head and took a long slow swipe of his arsehole with my tongue. There was no tension. I was able to insert my tongue into the soft, sweet, fleshy hole, before flicking about his tasty starfish and munching on his smooth crack. He seemed to relish the oral exploration of his rear, so I unrolled him...had a few passing slurps of his todger before flipping him over, onto his knees, where he automatically dropped his chest to the bed, leaving his butt raised invitingly into the air .

Not that I needed an invitation as I was going in for more more tasty rump whether he wanted it or not ( which, of course, he did!!) . His pucker almost felt like a pair of moist lips, sucking my tongue in.

He wriggled and pushed back, clearly wanting more, my arms hooked round his thighs, pulling him in tightly.

The only way I could get my face any deeper into that crack was to have him sit with his full weight on my face. So, I changed my position until I was sitting behind him. I slid my feet/legs under the arch of his open legs. With my feet appearing under his body, he raised himself on to all fours, which allowed me to slide in further. The idea was that once I was mostly laying face up ,underneath him, I would push him upright, so that he would then be sitting on my face. However, he either didn't get it, or had other ideas. He shuffled backwards until he was over me in a more traditional 69, and set about sucking my cock again, with a great deal of enthusiasm, spitting on it frequently as he had before. He was successfully trying to deepthroat now, too. Well, semi successfully.

Naturally, I indulged myself on his piece as it hovered over my face, even though the position was a bit restricting. If the body/cock is too low, I can't actually do much, It's just there, stuck in my mouth with no room for movement, so I eventually managed to twist my head enough to get it out and had just enough room to get my hand round his girth and stroke him off slowly as he sucked, spat on and wanked my tool.

Possibly, just to rest the arm his was using to hold himself horizontal, he did eventually sit upright, which resulted in his pucker landing more or less right where I wanted it.

With some minor adjustment, we were there.

My loud moan of approval was like the lightbulb moment for him. He got it. In fact he got it to the point that whereas he was sat upright with his lower legs under him, (either side of me), he quickly changed position, moving on to his feet and squatting over my face so his butt cheeks spread and he was able to properly rest his hoop on my mouth. He'd wriggled and grind his arse into my face, while still able to reach out and stroke me.

I don't always enjoy rimming a guy..but with other guys, I LOVE it. No prizes for guessing how much this was doing for me.

Drawing my feet up towards my arse, I lifted my body into what is probably a yoga pose...the 'ski slope' perhaps.? My groin was lifted as much as I could manage so he was able to play with his 'toy' as I ate his hole...with pleasure

Of course, one of the issues with rimming like this, can be breathing. A fairly vital part of any sexual encounter (well....any encounter I'd be interested in), so when I had to almost lift him from me a couple of inches, just to get some air, he took it that I'd had enough. He lifted himself off me, ending up on his knees, beside my head. Once again...there was an erect penis inches from my face. Well....it would have been a shame to let the occasion pass without some token of appreciation, so I inhaled it, while he reached sideways, aiming for my dick. I felt he was very fixated on my cock to be honest. It's not like I'm going to object to my penis receiving endless amount of attention, but I was still keen to see more of what he was about.

Before he really had the chance to do anything, I lifted myself on to one elbow ..which meant he had to move slightly, but I was able to hook my hand around his neck, pull his head towards me, and kiss him squarely on the lips. Much to my (pleasant) surprise, he wrapped his arm round my waist, lowered himself to lay beside me and rolled onto his back, almost pulling me on top of him. (I moved on top of him anyway, so I could grind our swords of flesh together like some absurd swordfight as we kissed for an amount of time which I was very turned on by).

I don't know about you, but for me, some hot snogging is what can make the difference between a good session, and a GREAT session. What I enjoyed most about Adrian is that his engagement was as committed and passionate. I don't kid myself that I was the man of his dreams, but it felt like hot blooded passion as he held me close and I felt his breath on my face as our tongues lashed and senses collided as our hungry lips contorted with the effort. Somehow, moments like that feel the most intimate. (I'm getting hard again, just thinking about it)

From there, things are going to go one of two ways. Either slow down and become more sensual, or ramped up with some aggression kicking in. I can't imagine Adrian EVER being very slow and sensual, but it felt fairly obvious that fucking wasn't far off now.

When we eventually separated, he athletically sprung on to his knees as I stood and let him

deepthroat me again. He was perhaps putting in a bit too much effort as he was making him gag this time..or perhaps the different angle wasn't helping, however, in standing, I'd picked up the lube from beside the bed and was busy applying some to my twitching hole.

He then surprised me in his awareness of what was going on. As I put the lube down...obviously 'ready', he stopped spitting on my cock, crawled behind me on his hands and knees and lay down, face up, on the bed and held his cock upright, for me to sit on...which is exactly what I was going to do anyway.

As his bellend opened up my hoop and I gently slid the full length inside, he looked up at me with a look of awkwardness an said...

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"This...is new to me"

.....like he really had anything to explain!!

I'm sure you'd agree that the action of fucking comes naturally to most men once they get going. Besides, at this stage, I was doing most of the work, riding him, enjoying the sensation of his hardness inside. He was trying to thrust, as he wanked and spat on me. I reassured him he was fine and was already enjoying it. He replied....'Just don't expect me to be a pro'.

I didn't. For now...he just needed to let me use his dick. As the spitting at my cock continued I leave forward and asked him to spit in my mouth. He wouldn't. He said he won;t spit on a face. Funny really, it s the same fluid as it mixed together when kissing. As he really seems to like spitting, I thought he'd be ok with it. He did apologise, but to be honest, if there's anything he was going to refuse to do that evening, I could live with having him not split in my face.

As we got into the motion, I leaned back, exposing my tool for him to play with, more. He tried to sit forward enough to take it in his mouth, but couldn't quite hold it there, but his grunting had started.

While leaning back, I took hold of his arms and rolled back, putting him up with me, while his cock was still filling my anus. He wasn't quite flexible enough to twist his hips round into the right position...so had to pull out. However, he quickly got himself adjusted, rammed his cock back in me and started to fuck like a jack hammer. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...he went. I can only assume he was only referring to ploughing into a mans arse when he said he was '....new to this'! His hips knew what to do alright. It was awesome!! Intense!

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I would have been putty in his hands from that point, happy to be thrown about at his will, but there came a point he decided it was his turn. He simply pulled out, turned, assumed the position of chest on the bed, arse in the air...and waited.

Naturally, I WAS quite keen to shaft him, so the disappointment at his change of activity passed in a nanosecond. With lube hastily applied, I inserted a couple of fingers just to get things opening up, which was soon followed by my fuck stick. He wasn't, however, quite as accustomed to taking cock as I might have imagined from his original messages. It was a tight fit and wasn't exactly sliding in effortlessly.

To be fair, I should have known better, and perhaps returned to some more fingering before trying again, but I pushed on through, which resulted in that intense arse ache you get from taking it too quickly when the receiver isn't relaxed enough. He leapt forward, clutching at his backside, turned on to his back.

"You're going to have to give me a minute" he said. I recognised that sensation, and lift him to himself until the moment passed, while I sat back, stroking. I suggested that I lay down and he sit on my dick, like I did to him, but he remarked that he'd cum in 2 minutes like that.

So when he was ready, I got off the bed, stood beside it and instructed him to kneel on the edge. This time, I took it more slowly. In no time at all, I felt my nob, passing the all important point of no return as Adrian's love tunnel welcomed my phallus deep inside him. After a few, slow, deep stokes.....he was moaning, and good to go.

The next 15 minutes or so was a hot blur of arse pounding, with a short break in the middle for some mutual sucking. 69 with him on top again. He didn't seem to be the type to suck cock straight from an arse...even f it is his own, but maybe he just didn't think about it!!

We shifted positions frequently. Obviously it started with ramming into him as I stood beside the bed. I leaned forward, placing my hands between his shoulder blades and added my weight which would have made it difficult for him to move. It was still fresh in my mind from when the 'builder' from my previous post did it to me.

The combination of my aggressive fucking and weight on his back was causing him to slowly flatten out...so before long, his arse was too far away from the edge of the bed for me to plough in to effectively, so I climbed on the bed, placed myself between his wide spread knees and pushed him properly flat on the bed. I then lowered myself on top of his prostrate body before proceeding to writhe and grind in to him. It felt fantastic, My face was buried in the nape of his neck...moist from the heat and the exertion. I rested my arms on his, pushed my legs out sideways to make most contact with his legs, I felt the warmth of his body radiating through me and the tightness of his ring gripping my eager schlong, feeling every inch of it passing back and forth.

I don't know how long I was there. Maybe a couple of minutes at the most, but for that short time, I was totally lost in the moment. It was almost like the divine sense of bliss when having an orgasm...only there was no orgasm (yet). I was SO acutely aware of our bodies touching, his warmth, his smell, his short hair against my face, his muscular butt cheeks moving and morphing as my groin and hips pressed into them.

A couple of times, I lift my groin high enough that my nob would just about leave his anus, before slowly and gingerly pushing all the way back in. My cock tingled. Adrian groaned. It was probably the only time his was still for more than a few seconds.

It was the sensation felt around the rim of my nob which started to build and got things fired up again.

As I lifted my body off him...about to give some long, hard plunges, he crawled his way out of the space, turned sideways on the bed, and on to his back. Once he was clear of me, he lifted his legs in the air. I shuffled round, positioning myself go plough back in to him with impetus. How knew this was to him, I don;t know, but he was taking it well. His legs were over his head, up at 45 degrees, open wide, straight (as much as is possible) all the time while I fucked him like a rabbit.

While keeping my erection deep inside is mancave, I pulled his up on to my lap. It was awkward and wasn't really working but for a short while. face up, he rested on his hands and feet, so his engorged prick was waving about in my face as he gyrated his arse on me.

It was about then we reverted to a 69 for a while, but moving on from that, I got him on his back, on the edge of the bed. Hooking my arms round his legs, I pulled him tight up against me and took to slapping his hole with my erection whilst I stood by and pushed my hot rod back inside him. I was pushing in as far as I could go and left my cock there as I started to grind my groin in to him....crushing my balls between me and his arse. My teeth were grinding too.

I leaned further over him and held his arms down as I started to properly plough into him, my balls slapping against his flesh. When it comes to the treatment of my gonads, they're a prime example of walking the line between pleasure a pain. the more horned up and dirty, I feel, the rougher the treatment I enjoy. In fact it'as that exact thing, which can quickly bring me to a climax.

I'd been horned up for quite some time and it was clear from the tightening of my balls, that my ball banging penetration of Adrian's hot arse was soon going to end with what would, at least feel like, a tumultuous explosion of spunk.

I had to slow it down a bit. If I'd carried on, I was close to the point of no return. The expression on my face obviously gave things away as, Adrian asked if I was going to '...cum soon'.?

The question kind of interrupted the flow. I just nodded with a grunt. I tried to keep things going slowly, but continuing with some slow penetration while jerking his cock, almost like I was tossing myself off. I stopped and leaned over to suck on his nipples, though I'm not sure they were sensitive.

Then I stood erect again, just watching him jerk himself off...my cock still, but parting his buns.

Without clarifying why he was asking, he said 'How do you want me?"

I just said something along the lines of "Whatever works for you", but given he was aware that an eruption of cum was fairly imminent. I sort of assumed he was referring to how I wanted him for the final furlong. I don;t really have a preference, but standing, when the arse is at teh right height, tends to be the most effective. Him on his knees..on the bed, worked for me, so I indicated that he flip over, which he dutifully did. while in the process I asked how he felt about and arse full of cum, to which he replied that it had never happened before, so.........!

I took that as a 'Go ahead and fill me up'.

In turning, he'd move too far on to the bed, so I climbed on too, kneeling, once again, between his spread knees. I didn't think it was going to take much effort to get my nuts pumping out the man juices...and I was right. Once the fucking recommenced, it took about 30 seconds of slamming in to his arse, before all senses focused on my cock and balls as I spent the next 35 - 40 seconds, jettisoning my creamy load to line the walls of his tight anal passage. It was so intense it was almost debilitating. I think he was trying to whack off at the same time, but I was beyond any concern for him for that shirt period of time...though it felt like it went on for ever. My level of awareness was pretty much zero, beyond the juices gunning from my cock cannon.

I often have long, intense orgasms, but in terms of intensity..this was up there with the good'uns'.

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Naturally, the sensation soon faded as did my energy level. I flopped over, resting on Adrian's back from a moment. I then put my arm round his waist and rolled sideways, taking him with me, until I was on my back with him, face up, on top of me. He immediately sat up and wriggled about for a while, playing with himself and making the most of my dick filling his arse.

Eventually he climbed off, lay on the bed and asked how he did. I was able to tell him in all honesty, that I'd had a pretty awesome experience with him so far....BUT....I was still to experience the fruits of HIS labour.

much as I could have lay still for a considerable time, it wasn't too much of an effort to crawl between his open legs and inhaled meatus once more.

'"Awwwwwww fuck, you've done that before' he said as I repeatedly took his full length down my throat. I sat up and beat his meat, enjoying the 'dirty fuck' expressing he was now sporting on his face. He told me to suck him again. The clues were there! he wasn't far from spunking up too.

I slipped a couple of fingers back into his anus to stroke his nut as my head bobbed about, enjoying the fullness of his erection in my face. His hips were beginning to make small thrusts as he uttered, 'Yeah..that's it. Go on...keep going. Ah fuck. go on...suck. Ahhh. Keep going...ah...ah.....it's cumming up...ahhhh...ahhhh, fuck...FUUUUUCK....AH.....AHHHH...... ahhhhhh"

The satisfying taste of his sweet juice filled my mouth and as the last drop seeped out, I swallowed the lot.

'Phew!' he said, before continuing. 'So, a question for you. Are you a cum and go person, or will you be ready to go again in a bit?"

Oh My!

I would have ended here, but quite literally having just finished writing, I had a message from him. Long story short, he was at the end of night out and wondered if I wanted to meet with him. To be honest, it was late, I was weary, and as he doesn't drive atm, I probably meant he would like a lift home.

I was quite happy to take him home (coz that's the sort of fella I am :-) BUT...if there was a bit of cock sucking into the bargain, well....it had been a few days.

So 20 mins later I found him sitting outside a hotel. He he seemed to be totally sober (much to my surprise)....but I'd hardly got out of the hotel road system and he was already groping my crotch and removing his shorts. Within a few minutes, on the outskirts of the town I was then in for some 15 minutes drive across semi rural roads, until getting him home..but we has already naked, kneeling on the passenger seat and pushing down my clothing to suck on my cock!

I can't deny that it wasn't the wisest thing to be doing from a safety point of view. His body against the steering heel sometimes made steering, awkward, he was accidentally disengaging the gears now and again, the windows were randomly opening, the sat nav was doing all sorts of weird things...all depending where his hands, feet or body, were. Mostly he rested his body on the central console, but every now and then, he's sit back in his seat and play with himself, looking like a porn star.

I was able to take a couple of pictures...but annoyingly, post journey, I discovered the 10 second timer was on, which explains the random flashes, but because I was driving...wasn't able to pay such attention to the settings. As a result, I had photo's of my knee or the steering column. Grrrrrr

I'm not going to drag this out as he was just wanking me and sucking my cock with lots of spitting. I had a feel of him too of course, but it doesn't make for a great, drawn out story.

I did park up in a quiet spot for a while (it was gone midnight...so everywhere was fairly quiet, to be honest)...where I shot my load, most of which, he consumed. He didn't think he was going to cum without being fucked, but the way the conversation went, I felt he was just being factual, rather than expectant. Plus, having JUST shot my load, I wasn't going to get/stay hard for long enough to fuck him tho. I said that I wished he'd told me earlier he was up for that and could have fucked him over the bonnet of the car.

Fundamentally, as I carried on with the journey, his activity started again. He made me cum again before I got him home.

I'm not one for taking all the attention and not, at least trying, to make my 'partner' cum, but we were both getting up in 4 hours time, and he didn't seem too bothered at the time anyway. He was struggling to stay hard, which suggested to me he may have indulged in something which would effect his ability to get erect. I didn't ask.

However, ultimately he obviously wasn't too concerned about how things went. He's been in contact a lot since then, keen to meet for more. So....maybe more pictures to come at some point.

Next morning I was taking a friends, a family, to the airport, to go on holiday. I had to check the car out before I left home. Just as well I did. There was cum everywhere..mostly must have been from his hand. lol. Oop