Hi, I am Alex, and I love cock.
Wait. Let me start over.
Hi, I am Alex, and I fucking love cock.
Much better.
I love it. I mean, really, who doesn't? What's not to love? I love sucking cock, I love having a cock hit me in the face while I look up at a hot toned torso as a man shoves it down my throat. I love hearing him moan as I work his cock over with my tongue and slowly reach around his firm ass and start to gently tease his tight hole. I love grabbing his ass and shoving his cock down my throat, inhaling a strong stench of man as my nose hits the base of his shaft. God, cock is amazing.
But enough about cock for now, I'm sure you want to know a little about me. And let's be honest, as much as I love talking about cock, I also love talking about myself. I am 21 years old, a Junior at Arizona State University. I originally from Florida, grew up in the south, and spent most of the hot humid summers in the pool. I love swimming, not just because of the work out, but because of the guys. The hot bodies, the toned abs, the tight bathing suits. God, I get hard just imagining it.
So, stats. I know what you're here for. Let me just copy and paste this from my grindr profile.
5'8", 155 lbs. Lean, toned swimmer's body. Love cock, bottom/vers. No pics, no chat.
Now, sadly, you can't see me. So I'll have to paint you a better picture. In fact, I've got an idea, let's role play a little bit. Stand over there, look at me.
"Don't be shy" I say. We are standing in my dimly lit room, we just got back from dinner and I invited you in to watch a movie. We had a great dinner, you had me smiling the whole time, not just with your looks but your wit and humor. This date isn't over yet, and I can tell the best is yet to come.
I run my hands under my tight fitting green polo shirt and along the top tight jeans. My legs and calves are well defined from my years in the pool, and you can tell from the way my jeans are hugging my body that my ass is, too. I kick my sandals off into the corner of my room and sit down on my bed.
"Come over here, sit down, I'll put on a movie and we can just chill." I see you hesitate as you pull out your phone from your shorts and put it on my nightstand. I saw you check your grindr before putting it down, but I let you get away with it - for now. I grab my macbook and put it on the bed and pull up Moulin Rouge. I see you roll your eyes at the movie choice, but I smile and you give up any hopes of protesting. I slide over on the bed to make room for you, and you make yourself cozy on my bright red Ikea comforter. You are hesitant, for some reason acting like you have never done this before. But I know you have. Adam told me all about you last week.
While I seem intent on the movie, I feel you glancing over at me, checking out every last detail of my body. I am laying on my back with my hands behind my head. Stretched out on the bed, my shirt begins riding up ever-so-slightly showing a glimpse of my flat stomach and the outlines of my V. The red band of my Calvin Klein briefs is barely visible, peeking out the top of well-worn jeans. I hear you begin to breathe faster as I reach down and rest my hand under the band of my Calvins.
I'm not big, and you like that. I'm lean, tight. My clothes hug my body, just barely small enough for a small, and laying on my back and stretching out my size 28 jeans seems to be too big. I can feel your gaze move up from my waist and I can sense you imagining my toned upper body underneath my tight polo shirt. I hear you lick your lips as you adjust to glance down my unbuttoned collar, seeing a hint of my smooth chest and tanned pecs. I lean back, elongating my neck so you can get a better view of my chest. I moan a little bit as I slide my hand further down my underwear. I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up, and your nervousness makes me smile.
We finally make eye contact as I watch as you soak up my features. My face is boyish, my skin a little dry and chlorine soaked. You glance at my small lips as I playfully rub my tongue along them, and I make you crack a smile which is contagious. You glance up and look into my gray-green eyes and give me a cocky smirk. I feel you move closer, careful not to knock my laptop; I am still on my back and you are on your side. Finally you muster up the courage and reach over and rub your hand through my short, sun bleached, blonde hair. My hair is stiff and thick from the hours in the pool. I close my eyes and smile as you run your hand through my hair, you can tell I'm enjoying this.
With a little hesitation and growing confidence you reach over with your other hand and begin tracing the seam of my shirt, careful to make as little contact with my skin as possible. I love the way you are teasing me, almost tickling my stomach with your fingertips. I tense up and moan, inviting more. I kick my laptop closed with my feet and shuffle it to the other side of my queen bed.
All hesitation gone, you suddenly pull me closer. We are face to face now on our sides, our noses barely touching, your hands exploring under my shirt, rubbing up and down my smooth, toned skin. Your teasing has me breathing harder and shuddering at the slight tickling you induce as you run your hand down my sides. I reach over and run my hand along the waist of your shorts and forcefully pull your body against mine, you moan as our cocks rub against each other through the fabric of our pants, your breath is hot on my face. I feel your cock harden next to mine, filling me with lust. You tilt your head and kiss me hard.
Your kiss feels amazing, a welcome mix of tenderness and passion. Your hand runs through my hair, pulling it slightly, tilting my head back so you can kiss my neck and ear. You lick your way back to my mouth as you roll me over on my back and straddle on top of me. My legs spread as you grind on me through our clothes. Your kiss stays strong and sensual as you work my shirt further up my body. You sit up and with a quick and powerful movement you pull my shirt off over my head. You hesitate for a moment, with a look asking me if this is okay, if this is what I want. I pull you in for another kiss. You are forceful, which I like. You are respectful, which I love.
You break our kiss and push me down on the bed. Looking up at you, you couldn't be hotter. I reach up and pull at your shirt, I can't wait to feel your skin against mine. But you push my back against the bed and pin me there by my shoulders. You want to soak me up, take me all in. The pleasure in your face makes me rage, I want to have you naked, but I can tell you like to take your time.
Your hands run down from my shoulders to pecs. You massage my small yet well defined chest with the palms of your hands. You tweak my nipple and make me squirm and laugh at the same time. You see me enjoying it so you pull a little harder, I can't resist under your weight so I squirm and try to get away. Harder still, and I yelp, you can tell you went a little too far - at least for our first adventure. The look on my face is stern, and, as if to apologize, you lean down and slowly start kissing my nipple. I immediately melt back into enjoyment, your apology accepted.