Here we go, with yet another 'straight' lad.

A couple of weeks ago, I was chatting with a 'straight' fella who said he likes the occasional 'bit of cock'.

Conversation was a bit disjointed but long story short, I agreed to meet with him. Not able to host at home for the time being, I suggested meeting at mates place as he's (unexpectedly) still away from home. I can't say I like going there...but needs must!!

I went. I waited.

He didn't turn up.

I somehow felt he was genuine, so I didn't block him like I normally would, despite the fact that he didn't message, send flowers or write me a poem. I just went home.

The next morning, however, there was an apology. 'Work, blah blah blah'. I responded nicely, but didn't exactly engage with him.

Since then, there's been a few bland messages back and forth, until yesterday afternoon he was making a bit of an effort. He said he could meet and asked if I had a mate as he'd like 2 cocks to suck.

I explained that it was unlikely I'd get a mate over at such short notice, but equally, given what happened the previous time we were due to meet, I didn't feel inclined to make that call on someone else's behalf. He said he understood and asked of he could have a massage, with 'all the extras'...and asked if I have a blindfold. I do!

45 mins later I was at my mates apartment when I received a message from the soldier to say he was in the road. I could see him, so I directed him to the right property, opened the front door and retreated to the lounge.

As per the agreement, he entered the hallway and closed the front door. He removed his shoes and tops until he was bare chested, at which point he put the blindfold on and waited at the bottom of the stairs. Once I could tell he was standing still, I went and got him. I took his hands and walked him up the stairs.

His breathing was laboured. Not from the effort of climbing stairs of course, but because he was blindfolded in a strangers home...with an unknown, unseen man (apart from profile pics and vids) who was going to strip him naked and fuck his arse.

Once in the bedroom, I unfasted his jeans and pulled them down to his knees...releasing his smoothly shaven erection.

He's 38, clean shaven about 1m80, short, dark blond hair and not in bad shape. His smooth pale skin was adorned with several tattoo's and pretty much no body hair at all. I would have preferred a small bush to frame his cock...but as it was, it was a nice 6 incher, slightly thicker than average, uncut with a freely moveable foreskin over his large bell end. He had a particularly muscled butt...which I later discovered is, in part, a result of his keen participation in Rugby. What I could see of his face, he looked fresh faced and young for his age.

When I spoke, it tended to be single words where possible...to keep the mystery for him.

I turned him...sat him on the bed to pull his jeans and socks from his legs and once fully naked, I got him to turn and get on to the bed, on all fours. I left him there while I silently undressed. He was shaking.

Once I was also naked, I silently and softly touched his scrotum with a finger. His reaction was like he was about to cum, as his whole body shuddered. I ran my finger softly over his balls and up the crack of his arse. He shuddered more.

I can't deny I was tempted to just slip my cock inside him there and then. However, that would have been cheating him of maximum sexual anticipation.

I pushed him flat on the bed and instructed him to 'relax' . Something I very much doubt he was able to do at that moment....but he'd asked for a massage...so I was going to enjoy him.

As I poured oil on him...he was still...but NOT terribly relaxed. As I started to apply pressure and smooth my hands over his back, shoulders and neck, I could feel the tightness start to dissipate. For a short while he MAY have been a bit disappointed. He'd clearly got himself so worked up that now, having a proper massage may have felt like an anti-climax.

I didn't leave him in anticipation too long though. The overall massage was moving along quicker than it would normally, so after just 10 mins spent working on his back, I moved to his head end, shoving my semi hard cock in his face and closed my legs either side of his head so he couldn't really move it. I could feel his hot breath between my legs as I ran my hands firmly from his neck..down his spine to the top of his arse, leaning forward as I went, pushing my groin harder into his face. I was getting hard again (if you recall, I have one of those cocks which rarely stays very hard for long when not getting any attention). His head made small movements as he tried to reach my dick with his tongue.

It was only a couple of mins before I put us both out of our misery. parting my legs I 'lifted' his head and impaled his face on my now erect member.

Immediately he inhaled it and proceeded to bob his head up and down...stopping every 7 or 8 'bobs' to suck on the end. After 4 or 5 cycles of that, I held his head up slightly and started to fuck his face. He seemed to take a face fucking well, hardly flinching when I forced the length down his throat...balls deep in his mouth, and held him there...unable to breath.

The first sign he was struggling was when he 'attempted' a gag. I removed my phallus from his throat and let him take breath before I returned to fucking his face for a short while.

Moving to sit between his legs, I oiled his pert buns and legs. He couldn't NOT raise his arse in the air while I was kneading it..even tough I purposefully avoided going too close to his hole or balls. Clearly he was desperate for me to go there.

Not until I'd worked his legs and feet, including sucking his toes (it made me smile every time I stuck my tongue between 2 toes, his arse raised in the air again), I'd gently stroke his balls before properly burying my face for some deep rimming.

Having had my fill, before asking him to turn, I prepared for later, lubing up his hoop and having a finger poking time stroking his prostate. His body would react instinctively to everything, but he was entirely silent.

Turning him on to his back....his cock stood proud. Normally, I'd not touch it yet...but his throbbing nob was too tempting...so I leaned forward and licked from his balls, up the shaft and engulfed the swollen bell...with its hint of precum. He sighed. I took it deep a few times before sitting up to take it in hand for a visual inspection

I had a good feel, enjoyed the view and then decided it was time to move on.

Before oiling his chest...I softly ran my hands over his body and as my fingers flicked across his nipples...his body stiffened as he drew shape breath. Sensitive nips.

I returned to them immediately. gently rolling them between by thumbs and forefingers. The ARE sensitive. for the first time, a resonant 'Ahhh' from him. I leant over and flicked a nipple with my tongue. As I applied more pressure and introduced my teeth to the event, he started to squirm and twist his body in a vague attempt to escape the sensation, at the same time enjoying it. Adjusting my position again, I sat on top of his thighs....pinned his arms down and set about his pleasure buds with my teeth, tongue and lips. He writhed and squirmed as much as he could, arching his back and thrashing his head about. His gasps were breathy and continuous.

I moved his arms over his head, one hand resting on the other. With my left hand weighting them down, I alternated between giving his nipples some more attention and having him suck my cock. It was bit of an awkward position for a bj so it was limited to wrapping his moist lips around the end and poking his tongue in my piss hole.

It was kind of at that point I guess I subconsciously abandoned any further massage. While attention was being given to my member, I applied some lube to my own pucker. When ready, I just sat back and holding his cock uptight...I gently lowered myself on to it.

In no time at all, I was riding his cock and playing with his nipples. Gripped my thighs, his mouth gapped, his back arched and his legs slowly thrashed about as I was rising and falling over his body, fucking myself on him.

It was his turn. I climbed off his impailment, shifted myself between his legs and swiftly lifted them over his head, exposing his twitching hole. Only then did it occur to me he'd probably need lube...which I'd not applied but was out of reach. So spitting a gob of saliva in the appropriate place, I took a moment to rub my hard todger in his crack, pressing into the brown eye, getting him used to the idea of my intention.

Moment later, I held him in position by leaning my body in to him and reached to grab the lube. He flinched and his quickly straightened his left leg out.

'You ok?' I asked.

'Yeah, yeah....fine' he replied. The first words he'd spoken. Northern from what I could make out!! Turns out he was recovering from a broken hip (one of many rugby injuries), however I didn't discover that until later. In the meanwhile, his hoop now well lubricated, I eased my way in. It was easier than I expected.

During our messaging, he'd said he was ok with being fucked, but requested I take it easy with him, so I assumed he'd not had much experience. However, I can't decide if he's more accustomed to being penetrated than I first thought, or if he's just a pain junkie. He's broken quite a few bones (through rugby or his work) and has a significant scar on the back of his head.

Anyway...there didn't appear to be any discomfort as I pushed further. Just a single, barely whispered word.

'Fock'.

It wasn't an instruction, but that's what I did, resting my hands on his chest to tweak his nips. He tried to masturbate himself but it was tricky in his crunched up position, so I lifted myself erect, held his legs out in a 'V' and continued to plough in to him from that position. For me, it was better anyway, giving me a good view of my fuck stick piercing his muscled anus as he indulged himself jerking off. He could take decent pounding.

He was really starting to put some effort in to his wanking...so in order to slow things down a bit, I withdrew from his arse and climbed back on top. Riding him once more, he took to jerking me off.

At the rate things were going, one of us was likely to cum very soon, so with his head hanging slight over the side of the bed, I decided on change of tack for a few minutes.

I dismounted, went to stand behind his head and throat fucked him. Similar to earlier, I shafted his mouth a few times then pushed my meat right down his throat until my balls blocked his nose..not that it mattered as my dick was preventing him form breathing anyway. I pulled myself in hard. His arms were splayed out as his hands gripped the bedcover. I stayed like that for maybe 20 seconds. I admit I was curious to know how long it would be before he made some attempt to avoid complete suffocation...but I pulled out as he gagged. I gave him a moment to breath and then offered my nob up against his lips. He raised his head to engulf it once more. I leaned forward, over his body until I was able to perform fellatio on him too.

He put his arms round my waste and pulled my body on to his, tightly. It made blowing each other more difficult, but with the exception of taking the initiative to toss us both off while being fucked....it was the first decisive move he'd made. I'd been perfectly been happy playing with him and using his body for my entertainment, but somehow his 'hug' indicated a degree of pleasure in being physically close. Whether I was right or wrong, in that moment it felt more intimate than at any other point. It was nice.

It was the difficulty in giving oral gratification which brought about a change of position sooner than might have otherwise have happened. Lifting myself off him just enough to move freely, I slid down his body, licking and kissing it as I went...stopping momentarily at his nipples, taking them in my teeth, prompting a couple of whimpers.

In returning to riding him....he once gain took to wanking me off...but when he stopped, just keeping a grip on my manhood, I figured something was happening. I increased the rate of thrusting over his body, clenching so as to grip tighter on his pecker. He muttered something I couldn't hear.

'What'd you say?' I asked.

'Oh God. I...I think I'm goin' t' cum' (Jordie..ish).

'Yeah? You wanna shoot your load in my arse, huh? Yeah? Fuck me soldier. Fuck my arse and shoot that fuck'n load"

I lifted myself enough that I could still ride him while he had just enough room to ram his spunk canon up in to me....giving some degree of control for what works best for his orgasm. His motion got more forceful....his head went back his mouth opened as he silently emptied the contents of his nutsack.

Though there was currently less energy involved, I was still effectively fucking his hand. Knowing his sperm was swilling about in my anus is the kind of thing which works mentally for me. I too, was close. His post ejaculation lethargy was quickly settling in and I daresay I could have made him wank me harder, but instead, I moved his hand to my balls and told him to squeeze. I wasn't too worried about him getting it right, but at that stage of the proceedings, just having my balls touched can send me over the edge. In taking over the masturbating, it was only a few strokes until I emptied my own load onto him, accompanied by a string of verbal 'fuck's (from me), as I continued to rock about on his still rigid prick.

All done, I encouraged him to relax a while longer, as I cleaned up the mess.

Taking off the blindfold and seeing me for the first time, he didn't look too horrified. Only then did I get his broken bones history.

He said he wanted to meet again. Most say that don't they, but he was looking me in the eyes when he said it...so who knows. I hope so though.