Short and sweet

Bit of a weird one.

I was away for a couple of days earlier this week...and while in bed on Wednesday night I was contacted on a swingers site by a young lad who was very direct and to the point about wanting to come and get fucked. So much so, I was convinced he was one of those needy people who just need to get confirmation of your willingness to meet with them....and then they block you.

The whole conversation lasted less than 5 minutes, at the end of which he said he was on his way over and would be about 10 minutes. I didn't even bother getting out of bed to wash my dick (it's the least you can do!!!) as I never expected to hear from him. However, 10 mins later, I received a message to say he was in the car park. I met him outside as it was fairly tricky to find where I was without looking a bit of a suspicious character.

As I happens, he DID look like a suspicious character. He looked as though he'd just finished digging a field over or something. He's quite short...appeared a little tiny bit tubby for his age..though he was quite muscled, nice enough looking with a little goatee and wearing grubby work cloths. He has a peculiarly deep, gravelly voice...almost like someone who's smoked 60 a day for 40 years, though he's only 23 (apparently).

We got back to the room...and there was no standing on ceremony. I'd hardly closed the door, when he was pushing me on to the bed and tugging at my trousers to get them undone and unleash my (still soft) cock. He was straight on his knees and going at it like he'd not eaten for week.

For a while...if I could have detached my junk from the rest of me..and left him with it, I don't think he'd have noticed.

I leaned back on the bed while he was kneeling on the floor, between my legs, sucking some life into my meat. I wasn't even THAT horny , so he was also injecting a bit of enthusiasm to my urges (or, relative lack of).

I did sit up once to try unzipping his jacket,,and perhaps get him partly undressed, however it was awkward to do with his relentless head bobbing....so I relaxed back until he was ready for the next move. I picked up my phone..grabbed a couple of pictures which didn't seem to phase him....so set the video going.

And...the next move was once he'd got me properly hard. In that time, I did take my top off...as I much prefer to be naked whenever possible.

Once he was satisfied with my full erection, he shuffled back and pulled of the rest of my clothing before standing to undress himself. All except his T shirt and socks (need to have a word about the 'socks' thing!!!). He leaned forward and took hold of my phallus again...giving a few quick jerks and a couple of sucks...to ensure its stiffness...spat on it a couple of times....then climbed aboard. Well...he tried. He seemed to have trouble squeezing me in. I hadn't even seen his pucker, let alone have a chance to loosen him up.

I had some lube to hand...of course, so I gave him some to help the situation but it was still proving awkward with his short legs astride me...getting the angle right..or maybe he was just still too tight.He didn't say much...just got on with things his way, which...for a change, was fine by me.

After several failed attempts, I did decide to take matters more into my own hands, and instructed him to get on all fours so I could kneel and penetrate his butt from behind. He willingly obliged...but to be honest...even that proved awkward. I could push into his hole but then nothing happened. In the end, I had to get in the position shown in the picture below..in order to push through, balls deep. He took it easily once that tricky little bullseye of his decided to play along.

There was no slow approach once things got going, No sooner was I pounding his plump cheeks than he was like an energizer bunny, joining in with the action, pushing back and gyrating his arse.

He made it quite clear he was enjoying it. Not with grunting or moaning so much (there was a little), but by making matter of fact statements in such a way that he might have been discussing the virtues of real butter compared to margarine.

'That's a big dick, but it feels great'

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I pumped away at him...properly getting my mojo. Having well and truly got the horn by now, I wanted him naked too, so I pushed his t-shirt up his back...exposing the large tattoo on his back, and a smooth body, in slightly better shape than I'd imagined.

He was still on all fours at this point, but the combined effort of me pushing his t-shirt up his back and him pulling it over his head...he ended up pillow biting...with his tush in the air. He was still pushing back and forth...assisting in the fucking of his hole.

In a short whole, I pulled out and rolled on to the bed, instructing him to sit on me again. I figured that now his hoop was fully relaxed and open...he'd slip down my pole quite easily now. He did, except he sat facing the wrong way, so it was a less than ideal position...though he did like watching in the mirror.

I told him to turn and face me, My cock was out and in, as he turned, like a ferret down a rabbit hole. Now I watched his average sized, uncut cock flapped about, slapping on my torso as he put some effort in to riding me. He turned his head from time to time, to watch the action in the mirror. I was quite happy with what I was looking at, impaled on my penis.

I reached up to play with his nipples..but it obviously wasn't his thing as he gently moved my hands away. He did the same when I took a grip of his dick while he writhed about. I was beginning to wonder what I was there for...but in a nice way.

His ring suddenly felt tight around my engorged member, or maybe I just hadn't noticed until now...as I was already aware of my tightening balls. The guy hadn't specifically mentioned being in a rush, but this was no edging session. He seemed to pick up on the change in my horn level and picked up the pace even more.

" That feel good? he asked.

"Yeah" I replied " just keep riding my fucking dick with your tight arse...you'll make me cum"

With that, he DIDN'T keep riding my dick. He dismounted and started to wank me...with some vigor. He was looking intently in to my eyes. Looking for the signals.

I don't think he knew what he wanted at the point.

Initially he was just sat here, tossing off both me and himself, his guns really beginning to show now.

While continuing to wank he put his mouth over the end of nob.

That didn't work for him as he suddenly lurched forward and without letting my tool go, he shifted himself to be back astride me, leaned forward so his chest was resting on mine and with this hand between his legs he got my bell end as close to his hoop as he could manage....while STILL giving it plenty of wrist action.

It appeared he couldn't decide if he wanted my sticky load in his mouth, up his arse, on his arse, in his hand, or what.

It felt good having his hot little body resting on me while he juddered from the masturbating. That's where it started to work in my head. His face was resting in the nape of my neck. I put an arm round his shoulders which seemed to intensify the feeling of his jerking me. Subconsciously I must have moaned or groaned. I don't specifically recall giving any indication that I was close to cumming..but again, he seemed to pick up on it. He shifted again. He moved down my body and momentarily let go of swollen manhood...which was enough in that moment for the imminent ejaculation to subside, but he was taking both our cocks together in his hand. His head was more on my chest now,,,so I could feel has well as hear his resonant grunting. Clearly he was close too.

'Go on mate...make us both cum, you wanker' .

With that he let out a few louder, longer groans. In hindsight, I guess that's when he jettisoned his man juice. I didn't feel it and there was no other indication, but after about 30 seconds in this position, he suddenly moved back more or less to the first position, kneeling astride my left leg....and I was aware that he was wanking me with his cum. I could see a string of jizz swinging from his end. It was all I needed....

'Wank me mate. Make me cum...yeeeeah, beat me off''

With a final extra burst of energy....he worked his magic and a shot of spunk was propelled up my body as I threw my head back and letting out my usual orgasmic cry, unleashing a full portion of creamy white semen onto my body, facilitated by the young wanker who appeared to enjoy his achievement.

He kept the momentum going with a good tight grip until the flow stopped and my body relaxed.....and with smile, but a complete lack of any ceremony, he and his dripping cock headed to the bathroom where he cleaned up....returned, dressed, thanked me for having him over....and went!

He was very pleasant, attentive, polite at the right times...and totally genuine...but he'd been in the room for a total of less than 15 mins.

I was going to say that I'm generally not into that kind of disconnected sex (much as it's not unheard of)...but...it wasn't totally disconnected. Much as I did very little, it was mostly how he engineered it, as he seemed to want to please/pleasure me, without it being a totally self indulgent act for him. I wouldn't rate it at the top of my sexual experiences...but for such a brief interlude, he made it enjoyable and memorable enough.