Straight date (last Friday)

I think it was last weekend when I was first messaged by a 'straight fella' on a swinger's website. Not that I'm a swinger, but it's handy for meeting men who predominantly are in to women, but like to try a different flavour sometimes.

My profile mentions that I enjoy massaging and indulging guys who are in fair shape. 'Tavis' (not his real name) was interested, explaining he enjoys attention from men and is ok being touched by a man. He's a 37yr old skilled tradesman, 1.85m, black, of a ''medium muscled build'' (his words) with a female partner who's not into the same things has him (ie, swinging).

We didn't chat much....but fairly quickly agreed to meet the next Friday (yesterday). At that stage, I wasn't concerned about whether or not it would happen, given that most meets with new guys don't come to anything when planned that far in advance. The usual giveaway that they're not serious is that they forget to ask for an address. However, yesterday morning, I received a message from Tavis asking if we were still on for 5pm. That in itself was promising, him having remembered to make contact 5 or 6 days after we first chatted.

I confirmed that 5pm was still good for me, and asked him what he was comfortable with. In short, he said he was ok with everything being touched, but not comfortable kissing. It wasn't the detail of answer I was hoping for, as it still left me wondering about the likes of rimming? does HE like cock...in any orifice? does he fuck? I decided I'd leave it and see how things go, as he explained that he has little experience with men.

I noticed his profile mentions that he's been to a well-known swingers club...so I suspected that he was more accustomed to simply being about naked men in a sexual situation, rather than interacting with them directly.

Shortly before 5pm, I had a message to say he'd just got out of the shower, and would be arriving by 5.30. It wasn't my home where we'd be meeting, but I instructed him where to find easy parking park and said I'd meet him there to show him a shortcut through to the property.

Pretty much on time, I had a message to say he'd arrived, but it turned out he'd ended up in the nearby train station car park. It was only a few mins walk, so I went to find him there. The car park was quiet so there were few cars to choose from ... but I figured his was the one with the lights on! (Just called me ''Sherlock'')

Sure enough, as I approached the car, the black fella inside looked up from his phone, smiled and gave a thumbs up. I walked round to the passenger side and opened the door. The seat was cluttered with rucksack and circular saw!!! He quickly moved them to the back seat while I waited...and took notice of his arms bulging in his tight jersey top!

As I stepped inside the car (to direct him to the free parking, nearer the apartment), taking in his fresh cologne, he introduced himself in a deep, 'straight bloke', London accent. His appearance is smart and very masculine although he has big, pretty eyes, with an easy smile displaying a cute, very slight gap between his front teeth.

When we eventually parked up and got out of his car, I saw his bottom half was as neatly presented as his top half. Trendy, figure hugging skinny jeans, accentuating his good physique, no socks and a new looking pair of slip-on shoes.

As he followed me round to the apartment, he asked a lot of questions. I got the feeling that it's just his chatty way, but perhaps also a bit of nerves. I asked about his visit(s) to the swingers' club, mentioned on his profile. He said he's only been a few times, but enjoyed going for the freedom of everyone not being judged for whatever their kink may be, and to get used to being naked around groups of other naked people. He still wasn't offering up much about HIS preferences, so I asked if he goes because of a kink he has. He laughed a little awkwardly and just said that he likes vibe and that no one is judged.

? Hmmm. OK.

Once in the apartment he went to the bathroom while I went to the bedroom and undressed. When he joined me in the bedroom, he seemed genuinely quite at ease...but still talked a lot. It was endearing. As his clothes were peeled off, he revealed his 'medium muscular' build...which was a good description. He wasn't 'ripped' and carried maybe a couple of more lbs than would be ideal, but he was certainly muscled and in good shape. His torso and upper arms had a number of tattoo's, including a short story tattooed on to his abdomen, which I never did read.

The removal of his pants unleashed an already hard, chunky cock. It was maybe 7 inches, thicker than average, uncut...with a similar foreskin to mine, half covering his well-proportioned bell end. The black, wiry hair of his pubes were cut short, but thankfully not shaved.

He followed my instructions to lay face down, diagonally across the bed, which makes it easier for me to access all parts during the massage.

It's a genuine massage I give and Tavis continued to chat as I started on his back and shoulders. I engaged in the conversation with him but tried not to perpetuate it as I wanted him to relax and immerse himself in the sensation of my hands indulging him. In time, he fell silent...apart from the occasional quiet grunt or sign of approval.

After 10 mins or so, looking at his face, it was clear he was now lost in the moment. His features relaxed, his eyes closed, and still. After another 10 mins or so working on his back, I moved to the corner of the bed, where his head rested, and was able to massage his neck and shoulders. When done, I placed my knees either side of his head, ran my hands down the length of his back, my weight bearing down, running my hands over his arse cheeks and leaning forward, I lowered my face between them. With my tongue, I located his warm, soft, hairless hole and slowly probed inside. I wondered if he would tense up....but his response was quite the opposite. He let out a breathy gasp, and much as he was already relaxed, it seemed he had now 'melted'.

I remained in the '6p' (not quite '69') position weighing him down with my body, as I buried my face and tongue, deep, enjoying the warmth and sweet taste.

Not wanting to get him TOO horny just yet, I changed my position again, this time sitting between his parted legs. Resuming the massage, I worked on his meaty arse, periodically stroking over his hole and the down his legs to his feet. On a couple of occasions, while stroking up his inner thigh, a well aimed finger slowly and gently disappeared inside his pucker. It wouldn't go too far before the buns started to clench and his hoop tightened round my finger. My guess was that this level of arse play was new to him. I decided I would make no attempt to fuck him at any point (this time!)...unless he happened to ask me too of course!

Having finished massaging his legs and feet, sucking his toes and having a couple more goes with my tongue delving inside is anus (much to his increasing approval it seemed), i dropped a small amount of lube on his hole and rubbed it with my full-on stonker...thinking he might get to like the sensation of cock, gliding smoothly over his opening. With another attempt at sliding a finger inside, he certainly wasn't resisting, but equally, the natural reaction by his anus suggested it wasn't so sure...yet 🙂 I wasn't go to push it (no pun intended).

It was time to turn Tavis over. He was that strange combination of being totally relaxed and fired up at the same time. As he heavily spun on to his back, his impressive, stiffened phallus appeared like the rudder of a capsizing boat, emerging from beneath the waves until it stood tall, above all else!

Returning to the 'head' corner of the bed, I was able to palpate his neck and shoulders once again, applying different pressures. Every now and again, his eyes would lazily half open, unfocused, and close again. Turning his head to one side, I would knead into his trapezius while nibbling on his ear and breathing heavily into it. It obviously had a positive effect as his breathing became laboured, accompanied by soft groans. I swapped sides...to receive the same reaction.

Remaining in the same place, I stood over him...noticing his erection was as stiff as at any time. From there, with my own engorged manroot hovering over his face, I was able to start work on his deltoids and hairless pecs. Naturally, I paid a little more attention to his small nipples, curious as to how sensitive they might be (sadly, mine rate 1.5 on the sensitivity scale). Once again there were breathy signs and his back arched slightly. It seemed that nipple play wasn't going to drive him wild, though it was clearly enjoying it. That said, his cock was now bouncing about more like a mast on rough sea, than a rudder.

As I returned to working simultaneously on the substantially built muscles around his should joints, I added weight to the pressure, effectively pinning him down. I'm under no illusion that if he'd wanted to escape from that position, he'd have had no trouble at all, but as I held him flat, by spreading my legs sideways I lowered my rigid todger onto his face.

There was no visible reaction. Not a bad thing, but it wasn't that great either. Keeping myself in that position, alternating between the attention on his shoulders and pecs/nipples, I lowered my groin a bit more so my cock was now applying a small amount of pressure on Tavis's face. He turned his head sideways slightly. My dick was now nestled quite comfortably on his cheek and along the side of his nose. I started a slow, gentle 'thrusting' motion, back and forth. His cock was bounding again and his breathing, sharper. His mouth, however, remained shut. Making the back-and-forth motion as large as I could, I was effectively rubbing my nob from his hairline, over his left eye, along the side of his nose and to his chin, sometimes leaving a trail of oozing precum to smooth the way. After competing this move maybe 10 or 12 times, I moved my hands to his chest, took his nipple between my fingers and squeezed, while I pushed my hips as far forward as I could, until my balls we resting on his mouth which puckered almost imperceptibly, but was enough to kiss my sack.

That was good enough for me. I like to push boundaries, but I'd never want to push anyone further than they were ready for. I don't know if Tavis has ever eaten cock, but either way, it was clear he wasn't in a rush to do it now.

I stepped aside, and taking his strong arm by the wrist, I held it our straight. Still standing, I held his arm at a height where I could easily place my dick in his palm which he grabbed on to, almost as an involuntary reaction. While rubbing his guns with my free hand, I fucked his fist...thrusting, and now getting myself more worked up.

Leaving his hand placed in my groin, I leaned forward to lick his dark haired pits. Unfortunately, I had to abandon that quite quickly because his deodorant tasted horrid!! Shame. I don't especially have a 'thing' for pits, but as far as they go, his were inviting.

Placing his arm back on the bed, I moved to the other arm. This time, he turned his head towards me and opened his eyes, looking ALMOST lustfully at my cock as he tried more consciously to take hold of it. Not a problem in principle...but at this moment, I wasn't finished with him. Placing his arm back on the bed, I took a blindfold and covered his eyes...knowing it will heighten his senses. For the first time (but not the last) he let out a soft, breathy, 'fuuuuuck'.

I picked up his arm again, and continued with the same processes as before, rubbing his biceps and fucking his fist. (I didn't try the armpit this time !!)

It was time to move back to my position between his parted legs, to work on his abs, groin and thighs. In the process of moving position, in preparation, I quickly applied some silicone gel to my arse. I didn't know if I'd get as far as taking his meat inside me, but at the very least, I was going to rub his throbbing member in my crack.

Now ensconced between his thighs again, I oiled up his abdomen and firmed kneaded his stomach area, initially, careful to avoid touching his ramrod. This was the first, really close up look I had at it. looking from one side, its resting erect position pointed to 2 o'clock (or 10 o'clock, if the other side!). However, when he tensed the muscles in his groin, it would point to almost 12. i.e. direct in the air. That seemed a good trick for someone lying flat!

With both hands busy on Tavis's stomach, seeing the glistening precum oozing from his urinary meatus just in front of me, I leaned forward, licked off his manjuice and then enveloped his nob with lips as I heard a louder, 'Oh fuuuuck'. Sliding his mighty tool deep into my mouth, I drew my hands towards his groin, slipping one hand round the base of his thick shaft and the other, continued down between his legs, wrapping my fingers round his heavy balls.

Although still moderately subdued vocally, he was now verbalising his enjoyment more. I was at the wrong angle to be able to take such a stiffy down my throat, but in that moment, we both seemed more than contented as I massaged his veiny thick meat with my mouth as i stroked, squeezed and moulded his groin and balls with my hands. He muttered something about his balls. It sounded like it was something he was enjoying...so i obliged...sucking, squeezing, stroking, sucking, licking...more precum...my tongue edging his helmet, probing his pee hole and taking his full length inside my warm, moist mouth.

The plan had been for a small amount of cock play ...to get him worked up a bit more, before moving on to some more leg massaging, before we go for the big finish. However, never mind him... by now I was way too horny to want to bother with the rest of the massage. Instead, I lifted myself from his crotch, climbed over his legs and kneeling astride his body I took hold of his throbbing man-skewer and held it tightly in the crack of my arse and writhed about, pressing him hard against my pucker, now twitching and wanting more.

Having only been fucked a couple of times in the last 3 or 4 months, I was in no rush to take him fully inside. It was something I'd have to take slowly to start with, but equally, that gave him an opportunity to comment or stop the action going that far, if he had an issue with it. I'm on PrEP and had just received an 'all clear' from 'the clinic' earlier in the week, so he has no real cause for concern, but I do understand it's easy for anyone to say 'I'm fine'. Also, had this 'straight man' ever entered another man's arse before? I have NO doubt that Tavis was genuine in everything he said. Essentially, a straight man with little, if any, real m2m action...but how far he may have ever gone, I had no idea.

Positioning my arse and his nobhead in the right position, I slowly lowered myself until he started to enter inside me, forcing my hoop to let him in. Tavis didn't protest, but his 'Oh fuck' exclamations had a hint of disbelief about them.

Pain suddenly kicked in...as I expected, but being prepared for it, I quickly lifted myself off Travis' hot poker before it got bad. Still reaching behind me, I wanked his dick a few times while I waited for the pain to subside. From experience, I know that once Ive been through that process...we're good to go.

Sure enough, 15 or 20 seconds later, I lowered myself onto his mighty sword once again, but this time, I kept going, sinking lower and lower, feeling his fullness pushing inside me, loving the sensation and his reaction. The deeper he went in, the more surprised he sounded...until I was sitting down on him fully. He was balls deep inside me now. For a moment I just sat there and enjoyed it...indulging myself. For a moment, Tavis was also quiet, save for a few quiet murmurs.

It was his hands sliding round to rest on my thighs, which kind of brought me 'back to the room'. As I slowly stirred, grinding my butt into his lap, he moaned, still quietly, and stoked my thighs. It was quite a tender moment. However, I soon started the gentle rise and fall on his pole. Lifting my weight off him, into a position to fuck my own arse with his impressive manhood, he started again with the 'Oh Fuck's' only louder. He continued as I picked up the pace, fucking myself on him, harder and harder, faster and faster. Blindly, he moved one of his hands between my legs and took hold of my erection. He didn't need to wank me as such, because my thrusting was enough to fuck my own arse and his fist at the same time, but he wank he did. With a good tight grip, he rubbed my cock like it was his own...my balls slapping on abs.

Slowing for a moment, I reached back and played with his balls, using a finger to probe his hole. Amidst the 'Oh Fuck's', once again he mentioned his balls. 'You like your balls played with?' I asked, as I took a firmer grip. 'Yeah' he replied breathlessly, '..gently'. I think l I was getting a bit carried away with my rough treatment of his nuts...but he was ok. I played, I probed, I rode, I fucked, he wanked. It was a writhing hotbed of activity.

After a while for some reason which I can't remember, we stopped the motion for short break. I think maybe he was going to cum and didn't want to yet. Anyway....it wasn't long before I wanted him back inside me. 'Jesus!' he exclaimed as I took his meat back inside me...this time straight into the action, riding him with renewed energy and lust. 'You like your like your big black dick fucking my skinny white arse? ' I asked. 'Yeah' he breathed. 'I want you spraying over me' he said as he returned to tossing me off. He was working it hard. He was starting to make some more guttural grunts. His sap was definitely rising and at this pace it wouldn't be too long for he was filling me his hot jizz.

'Fuck, fuck fuck' he repeated with almost every thrust. 'You close? I asked. 'Yeah'...he said. I reached round to has balls again, handling them more gently this time, but inserting a finger a bit further inside his slippery butt hole.

While still riding him, he said 'You need to stop or I'm gonna cum in you'.

'Yeah?' I replied. 'You want to cum Tavis? Yeah? Shoot your creamy fucking load inside me'

'Really?' He sounded genuinely surprised...but I didn't need to answer. I just continued with my encouragement. 'Fuck me Tavis, Fuck my arse'.

Now it wasn't me just riding, he was pushing back. Him fucking me...as well. As he found the rhythm, he picked up the pace pushing himself hard, up inside my eager hole..and it wasn't too long before he let go of my cock and gripped my thighs tight. Opened mouthed, raising his head and shoulders - almost as if in pain, with a few long, loud throaty orgasmic grunts, he shot his load deep, deep inside me....pushing and thrusting deeper and deeper while I fingered his hole with one hand and took over masturbating my own cock so that before his orgasm fully subsided, I reached my own blinding, momentous climax, ejaculating a thick white load on spunk onto his smooth, brown muscled chest, the feeling intensified by his tool massaging my nut inside. Usually for me, I was almost silent.

It was intense for sure. I would have quite liked having him remain inside me, to go soft. He removed the blindfold and looked down at the spunky mess on his body. For a short while, the only words he uttered were swear words. Shit! Fuck! etc. I lifted myself off him and lay beside him. He was lifting himself up...but I suggested he relax a few minutes. He seemed quite relieved at my suggestion. He lay quiet for a few moments while I gently, very gently, played with his scrotum. 'Oh wow', he said with a big sigh.

In time, we got moved and cleaned up, dressed and prepared to leave. There was no rush. It was all very relaxed...but he did ask if I was interested in meeting again. In fact his words were, "Do you think you might want to meet again, and push boundaries and stuff''.

Like music to my ears. 'Push boundaries'. I didn't ask what he has in mind, if anything in particular...but I most certainly look forward to seeing where this leads. He has sent me a little 'thanks' message since, so...let's hope there will a more tales to tell!!