To good to be true?

This is the first post for a years, which I've not previously posted.

I've added an old picture for the sake of having a 'topic' picture, however wix isn't allowing me to upload more pictures without a monthly payment. As it happens, there were no pictures for this particular sexploit, but there some quality moment to share in following meets, but maybe time to look for another outlet.

If you've read many of my sexploits, you'll know that I live near two military garrisons, and as such, have met quite a few Militarily lads over the years. Some openly bi and others who are straight, but open to a helping hand, now and then.

Generally speaking, I know who the military men are because they appear to be a certain distance away (the distance of the army barracks), and aren't regulars to the local sites. They often mention being a '..northern lad' or something similar which tells me the're pro0pably posted nearby, temporarily.

And so it was that a fit younger man appeared on a local pick up site, and met the criteria for assuming he was probably army.

On his profile, he stated that he's bisexual, so happy with either sex or any combination of...... . He's 32 yrs, 5 ft 11in, mentions a young looking face, and being athletic, with tattoos. The profile wasn't old, so his pictures, if actually of him, we're pr

I can't say I wasn't suspicious, thinking that he may be a hardened, well practiced, time waster because it all seemed a bit too good...BUT, well, who am I to assume? So I dropped a line to see how it went.

He was on line, and responded almost immediately. He seemed keen to meet straight away. That also made me a bit suspicious, but I had nothing to lose, so went with it.

In the short conversation we had, apart from his willingness to meet 'now', he didn't write anything which come across as not genuine.

He sent a face photo, confirmed he was at one of the nearby army bases and that although predominantly straight (they always say that to start with) he wasn't unfamiliar with swinging. He also said that he didn't have a lot of time in that moment, but would like to come suck me off.

Well, I was sitting at home not doing much so I figured he was worth a punt. I gave him direction to the house and asked him to message me when parked up. He asked what I wanted him to do when he arrived. He said he didn't want to cum, as he was working that evening, but hoped to swallow a load or two more later that evening. I suggested that if he was short of time, he could strip off (needed to see that body) and suck my load out.

"Got it", he said. "On my way"

Normally, a well practiced time waster would string things along for long as possible, so I was beginning to think he really was on his way. I thought I'd better go wash my dick...just in case.

I had barely had time for a piss, rinse and dry..before the message appeared to say he was outside. It was dark but as I glanced out in to our dark, quiet street, I could see a figure sitting in an unfamiliar car, just across the road. Confirming it was him, I told him which house it is and invited him in.

As he got out of the car, I could see he was in grey jogging pants, a zip up sports jacket and appeared to be every bit the fella in the pictures I'd seen. I opened the door and in he walked.

Holy crap,,,he was good looking. Not dissimilar to the younger guy mentioned in the sexploit, "Model Shag. Short back and sides with blond wavy hair on top, clean shaven handsome and there was no reason to imagine the body in the pictures,wasn't under his clothing.

"Alright?" he muttered as he kicked off his immaculately clean trainers. Obviously feeling a small amount of need for caution, his first impression wasn't overly friendly, but he soon relaxed. In fact, he was clearly feeling relaxed enough that by the time I led him through to the lounge and turned to face him ...he was already undressing.

There was a bit of smalltalk, but quite honestly, I was too taken by the fact that this stunningly fit and handsome soldier was now nearly naked in my living room, just seconds after arriving, to take in anything what was said.

So as I sat on the foot stool, pushing down my loungers as I went, he was just casting his black boxers aside and he confidently manoeuvred himself in front of me and dropped to his knees.

If only all men were this hot and uncomplicated.

Although partly erect, I wasn't properly hard (I'd hardly had enough time to get hard!!), but he knelt across my loungers, so held down by his shins, took hold of my meat and without hesitation, inhaled it.

In no time at all, my cock was rigid, and I could see that with my cock in his mouth HIS prick had also sprung in to action. Very average in size, his groin was as clean shaven as his face..which isn't my preference, but I felt I could forgive him :-)

He clearly wasn't experienced at cocking sucking...as if I cared!! I leaned back on the sofa behind me and enjoyed the view of him using my tool, to learn a new trade.

Mostly, he only took my modest length, half way in to his mouth. On the occasions my bell end reached his throat..not even IN his throat, he was coughing or gagging. It didn't put him off though. Every now and then he'd sit upright and wank me for a few moments, before bowing his head once more, and engulfing my meat.

I did try some gentle upward thrusting as he chowed down on me, but if I reached the his throat, he'd cough or gag again, so I left him to his own devices.

It did get to the point that I decided I needed a feel of his throbbing member, at least, if not a taste. Maybe he'd even opt to blow a load after all. So I sat up and reached down between his smooth firm thighs to seek out his milk muscle. As I found it (it wasn't difficult lol), he let go of my dick and sprang upright, leaned back on his outstretched arms, opened his legs wider and allowed me freedom to enjoy the feel of his stiff manhood in my hand. I enjoyed the sensation of the soft skin gliding over the firmness underneath, as I consciously focused on the feel of stroking him, while enjoying the sight of his lean, ripped body and handsome face. Just a neatly trimmed bush would have perfected the picture.

I wouldn't describe him as submissive, but he was open to suggestions, obviously. I got the impression that while he may have had m2m experience before, he certainly wasn't experienced enough to be described as having accomplished skills. His enthusiasm (...and lets be honest...his appearance) easily made up for it.

I told him to stand so I could have a taste of his weapon. As I was now sitting up, on the footstool, it was a good height to take his length in my warm, willing mouth, while reaching round to cup his perfect, firm, peachy buns. I had the feeling that he wouldn't care what I did, but having only had a brief, on-line chat with him, I wasn't sure of his boundaries and didn't want to blow any chance of meeting again, by being to presumptuous or pushy.

I needn't have worried about it though. Having pulled his skin back and tongued his smooth bell end, I slowly slid his full length as far down my throat, pressing my face firmly into his groin, which prompted his to place his hands on my head and pull himself into my face, even tighter, before releasing the pressure and proceeding to fuck my face.

He pulled out slowly and then, keeping hold of my head, determinedly thrust his cock in deep, repeating the process maybe a dozen times.

He excited me in the sense that it was becoming increasingly apparent that he's neither sub or dom, but will go with the flow and is sexually confident. Perfect.

I was enjoying a dominating face fuck and the feel of his rippling glut's in my hands as he thrust and released, thrust and released...but the problem with being face fucked is the relative lack of anything visual. I couldn't see much of this Adonis. Besides, he did say he didn't have much time (may or may not have been true), but I wanted to experience as much as I could, in the time given.

Eventually, I pulled my head back enough that while he pulled back, it was enough that his flesh stick flicked from my mouth. I quickly grasped it in my right hand, and with my left hand, I cupped his balls and maneuvered them in to the warm, wet cavity just vacated.

I flicked my tongue around his smooth ball sack while gently stroking his shaft, standing proud just above my right cheek. He parted his muscled thighs more and pushed his groin forward, exposing his gonads for easier access. I reached my free left hand between his legs to stroke his inner thigh and I sucked and wanked...as he grunted and sighed loudly.

With the start of more vocals, I wondered if he was getting close, so having had my fill of his nuts..... for now, I halted all my activity and stood up, taking in a quick suck on a nipple on my way up, and told him to get on his knees...which he obligingly did.

He returned to his cock sucking duties but after a short time he looked up at me and said, will you cum in my hair?

Of course, I didn't have an issue with it, but in thinking that maybe he wasn't sure about having my cum in his mouth, I asked if it was a fetish of his...just to see what his answer is.

He replied that he'd just come from the barbers (it was very tidy hair) and he liked to rub cum in it, as he knows its there, even while at work.

I wasn't entirely convinced, but given that he could have asked me to cum anywhere else on him (being naked), hair did seem an odd choice if he was just looking for an excuse to not take a mouthful.

Anyway...having agreed to shoot over his, dark blond, wavy hair he set about alternating between slobbering over my swollen nob, blowing me and short bursts of wanking my throbbing cock until, quite quickly, the sap began to rise and I warned him that I was getting close.

From then on, he bowed his head and furiously jerked me off , my spunk cannon as close to his hair as he could manage and still work his magic, until the first salvo of jizz jettisoned in to his hair. My vocal accompaniment left no doubt as to the orgasm I was experiencing was spilling a large load on to his head. As he started to slow his jerking, I placed my hand over his and rested both on his head, unmoving, so I could slowly fuck his fist, to work out the last drops.

As the blinding sensation passed and the flow of cum oozed from the end of my penis, I stood for a moment, while refocusing back in the room, before we jointly released my red member, but as he started to lift his head, I held it still for one last moment while I wiped the last drops onto his hair.

With that, he looked up, smiled and rubbed the top of his head like he was rubbing in a hair gel....and after shaping the longer hair (though still not long), he wiped the residue of my juices into the very short hair on the back of his head.

He then climbed back on to his feet, with a cheeky, slightly awkward grin, still teasing his hair into place.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked him. " I know you wanted to save it for later, but if you need, I'll happily work it for you?"

"Yeah...I'll save it for later. I still need some more hair gel' he laughed

Then, much to my surprise, he took a seat on the stool, still naked and started making conversation. I thought there might be a bit of polite chat as he dressed and left, but for 3 or 4 minutes, he sat, comfortably nude and made proper, open, conversation, before slipping his clothes back on and, what seemed to be with a degree of reluctance, he left.

Not just a hot man physically, but extremely personable too.

I never knew if I'd hear from him again....but I did. So, for reasons which will become obvious when I write about it....the pics posted are his, from his profile. My pictures and vids will be in the follow up (the last sentence, added before I discovered I can't upload more pictures!!)