The Bodyguard

A few days ago, when I was in the middle of my 2nd attempt to write the previous post, I was also messaging with a local young fella who was interested in meeting. He did explain that he wasn't very experienced and was interested in trying more.

I genuinely don't mind a lack of experience (even NO experience) as long as I know what I'm dealing with. It's about managing expectations. So..in asking about his his expectations, he eventually admitted that he'd met an MF couple once.

That's what I call, pretty inexperienced (with men, anyway).

Not one to miss an opportunity, I invited him over as I was able to host. As I do so often, I suggested he come for a massage as it's an ice breaker which allows a guy to get accustomed to being handled my a man, without him having to engage (unless he wants to).

From experience, I know that once that first meet is out of the way, if they're still interested, meeting 2 is a very different story. Much more relaxed, confident, willing etc. So, with such guys, I always have low expectations of the first meet, though I genuinely do enjoy exploring their sexy bodies.

There was a little bit of faffing around with whether or not he would come ('work' being the usual get out clause), but he kept commenting on how horny he was was feeling. He may have been telling the truth about work, but I suspect he was just trying to pluck up the courage!! Anyway...in the end, he said he would come over...arriving about 45 minutes later.

I seem to be having another run of inexperienced men, but that's ok as long as they willing to try stuff.

So it was about 45 mins later he arrived outside on his motorbike He had sent a face picture so I already knew to expect a handsome, fit fella, but rather like the soldier in uniform, arriving with a powerful machine throbbing between his legs and all the biker gear, it did add to the anticipation. I waved to let him know that he was at the right place, but he spent ages....well, I don't know what he was pretending to do....but again, I suspect he was trying to decide if he should just drive off again.

Eventually he strode over, doing that spaceman type of walk which bikers do when still trussed up in all their gear. He even kept his crash helmet on until he reached the front door. A tall, slim vision in black.

As he stepped inside, he was removing his helmet to reveal his very handsome, 29 yr old face with neatly cut, thick, dark hair. He didn't look like JFK Jr, but was a similar look...which appeals to me very much!! (many years ago, JFK Jr was my dream 'celebrity' crush). His hair was a bit messy from having had his helmet on, and still looked a bit wet....probably from his pre meet, shower??

He was nervous! Speech was a bit mumbled, he fumbled with everything (gloves, his buttons etc) and struggled with eye contact. Not in dismissive way...just awkwardness.

Still fully kitted out with boots etc, he followed me upstairs as I tried to initiate small-talk. I detected an northern (British) accent and asked if he was military as most 'northerners' who live in this area are military or ex military. Turns out, he's ex military, now a close protection officer. So...maybe I could be Whitney to his Kevin :-)

Undressing wasn't quick, but I just let him get on with it. If a regular, I'd have started on him already, but I didn't want to scare him off. He asked about being 'safe'. I gave him the speech about being on PrEP, and explained that I was clear of all sti's when I tested 3 weeks earlier...but given I had been with guys since, couldn't guarantee it now. That did seem to bother him slightly, but I explained I'm just being honest, as he'd asked the question...and added that NO ONE who is engaging in sexual activity on a regular basis, can ever be 100% certain of being clear of everything, unless in a genuine, exclusive arrangement.

He got what I was saying and seemed to accept my thinking..but sti's clearly worried him. I didn't ask if he's in a relationship, but that's usually the main reason for concern. Passing something on!

I didn't actually think that he was going to be a too much risk anyway. This was unlikely to involve a lot of sexual activity on his part, however, as he slipped of his t-shirt and stood in front of me in his turquoise boxer briefs..there was both pleasure and a 'small' disappointment. His body is rather lovely and VERY lean. 'Leanness' is probably No1 on my wish list. On the other hand, while not a size queen, I was somewhat disappointed to note the small package in his boxers. As a rule, seeing dick pics isn't a priority when planning to meet someone, and as such, I'd not seen his cock before.

Still...it's not all about the size of his cock...and as he self consciously whipped off his pants (hand covering his meat) and lay down on the bed...his outstanding butt made up for things. If we did ever get around to doing anything anal..that was one arse I wanted to fuck.

I did quickly grab a sneaky picture of him...which doesn't actually show his derriere at it's best. It was very firm and perfectly pert.

So what can I say about the massage? Nothing much. It was very enjoyable (for me, at least) and he soon seemed to relax as I eased the oil firmly in to his back, shoulders and neck. When sitting between his open legs, I did resist the urge to feel his cheeks too soon...though I was massively turned on my the shape and look of them. Perfect!

When I went to sit the head end, with my dripping knob resting on his thick dark head of hair, strings of precum resting clearly on the surface as I move about, I continued to work on his shoulders and neck before it was time to start giving him a better experience. I gradually smoothed out the tension down his back, until I was able to lower myself enough to gently nestle my face in the warm, fury crack. Gently, gently. Much to my surprise, he remained relaxed and even opened his legs a little more. It was a divine place to rest my face. He smelt clean. Not scented...just 'clean.

I enjoyed the sensation of his warm skin and soft hair against my face for a few moments, before nuzzling my way a bit deeper until I was able to reach his hole with my tongue. That DID make him jump. He was ok...just a tad surprised I think.

I've always been a bit, 'all or nothing' when it comes to anything sexual. For instance, I'm either not interesting in rimming a guys arse, OR I could spend my summer holiday face down in there. This was one dark space in which I could have wallowed for many happy hours.

As my tongue delved a little deeper, he drew his arms up and wrapped them round my legs (which were either side of his head). A positive sign. I could feel his butt muscles tensing and relaxing against my face, as I assumed his was battling with his natural reaction to this 'unusual act', and his desire to let it happen. I pushed a little deeper...he opened his legs more.

As already alluded too, I could have stayed there longer, but there was more to come.

It was time for my hands to pay some attention to the perfect, hirsute mounds. While I repositioned myself , once again, between his open legs, he 'adjusted' himself and presented me with quite a pleasant surprise. He'd pushed his erect cock down between his legs, so it was perfectly visible...and NOT small at all. Obviously, I couldn't see the whole piece as he was on his front...but it looked like it my just be a comfortable fit in my anus (Please. One day).

My partner still has the most impressive 'grower' I've seen (shame he's not interested in using it)...but this is probably 2nd. The difference from flaccid to erect is quite impressive.

Now...with my hands firmly manipulating the Bodyguard's gluts, I could really appreciate their quality. I took plenty of time to enjoy the feel of them while working on his butt and thighs..on occasion, brushing my hand along the crack and over his pucker. He seems comfortable with that, so one time I stopped and teased the opening with my index finger while still manipulating his butt pillows with the the other hand. His head was moving about now...but not negative 'tensing' of his arse or anything. All good.

I returned to massaging the other side (thigh) and eventually repeated the anus teasing...but this time, using a healthy glob of saliva, I slowly pushed inside him. It was tight..but no resistance, his head an arms fidgeted a little, but he was still ok. I slowly explored his insides for a short time, before gently easing my way out again.

So that was it. I decided his happy ending was going to be a bj with a prostate massage. I think fucking was still going to be pushing my luck (although he MAY have given it a go with protection), but I felt it better to give him a sample of what anal sex can be like.

I returned to massaging his legs and feet before it was time to turn him over. It was clear he was fighting some degree of self consciousness as he turned on his back. I asked if he'd be more comfortable with an eye mask. He declined and lay flat...his NICE erection standing proud.

So...I massaged his chest and stomach before taking his outstretched arm to work on. I placed my balls and semi erection in the palm of his hand...so it was up to him to decide what to do about that. It only took a moment before it adopted the masturbation grip...and worked me back up to full hardness. Then the other side. Exactly the same..except the 2nd time, once I'd finished working on his arm..I let him continue jerking me while I played with his manhood and fondled his tight balls. Hard, he was around 6 inches, uncut with a fair girth, with neatly trimmed pubes. I leaned to the side and licked the oozing precum from his shiny bell end. His head was up and down...looking, then looking away. He was getting more fidgety. I then teasingly slowly...engulfed his entire tool until my face was pushing into his lower abs. Talking hold of his ball sack in one hand, I withdrew from his groin and holding his penis upright through the tension from pulling his nuts, took his tool down my neck as far as I could, several more times. He kept hold of my dick..but stopped his wanking motion. However, his other hand was place on my head briefly..then removed. then put back...and removed it again. It was like he wanted to take control of the BJ he was receiving. He'd have been more than welcome and I did contemplate saying something, but felt that 'conversation' may have spoiled the moment for him, on this occasion.

Instead....I moved back between his legs so I could properly chow down on him while playing with his gonads and fingering his hole. While changing position I swiftly grabbed the lube so I could apply a bit on his pucker.

Initially he bent his knees so I was between his upright, bent legs. But as things got a little more heated..he just let them flop to the side, like complete abandonment. I inserted a finger the whole way, making a point of stoking his inner nut. As I orally gorged myself on his meatstick, I matched the motion by sliding my anus probing finger in and out of his tight, but not finger gripping, hoop. I considered a 2nd finger, but again, decided not to push it. He was making soft, high pitch whines by now, so 'leave him wanting more', I thought.

I increased the pace....my only regret for doing what I was doing was that I couldn't properly 'see' him. I'd have loved to have watched him laying there in all his glory, the sexual energy building. However, I was enjoying his taste, his feel and the sound of his pleasure. It didn't take too long before the sounds changed pitch and got louder, more urgent. Inside, the familiar feel of his nut swelling confirmed the impending ejaculation. I ramped up the speed and added pressure on his prostate just a bit more, before I felt a shot of jizz against my throat and the sweet taste of his seamen filling my mouth. Small amounts of spunk escaped the corners of my mouth, dripping down to his pubes as he pumped out his full load for me to swallow. I kept the pace steady until he shuddered...at which point I eased off, slowing and decreasing intensity until I let him free...and licked the remnants of his juice from my teeth.

As I lifted my head, he raised himself on to his elbows like he didn't know what to do next. I encouraged him to lat back and relax a minute. He did....as I licked up the cum which had dripped into his pubes, and finally took the last drops oozing from the knob.

Although he had lay back as I suggested, he clearly wasn't relaxing now. He lifted his head again and asked if he could use the bathroom. Of course. I directed him where to go..then watched his beautiful butt disappear out the door.

He was quite a while. Not really sure what he was doing, but when he came back in to the room, I was laying back on the bed, feet on the floor, wanking. It had been long enough that I was ready to shoot, but hoped he'd help out...and of course, the exhibitionist in me would be extra turned on by the fact that he was watching.

I asked if he'd help and asked him to squeeze my balls, pretty much in one breath..in case he worried about what the help might be.

Naked...he approached me...stood between my legs and obligingly took a grip. I hadn't really stopped stroking during the process, but his fist round my ballbag set them tingling. Set my entire inner thighs, tingling. I asked him to squeeze as hard as he could while I beat myself to an intensely full explosion of cum jettisoned over my body. Thankfully, he get kept a tight grip. Quite often, once the main show is over they let go, by my orgasms can go on for ages..and even longer of my balls are being squeezed. He remained steadfast, watching and squeezing, until a breathlessly said 'Ok!'

As he let go...for the first time, I saw his confidence, as he stood over me in quite a strong, proud stance, and asked when I'm usually free!!!

Well....what does one say to that.

I watched has he dressed and chatted more comfortably now. He apologised for appearing nervous and explained that he had never been with a man before...(he didn't mention the guy at the MF hook up) and thanked me for making him feel comfortable :-)

Job done.

After he left...having realised he left the keys to his motorbike in the ignition...he got home and sent a rather lovely massage, thanking me for being 'gentle' with him and looked forward to next time...as he's keen to push his boundaries.

Excellent, eh! Hope so!!

Update; The pictures below have been sent for the purpose of adding here. He is apparently keen to meet again and push his boundaries....and get a few actions shots :-)

Feel free to leave him a comment. He has read this.