This was insane. After getting all horned up with some online interaction on a man-to-man sex site I was driving to the house of a guy I didn't know. He'd asked me to come over for some cuddling and fondling after letting me know he just wanted some body contact with another man. In fact, he specifically said that the invitation was not for sex - and, for some reason, that intrigued me even more.
We'd been "playing" with, and teasing each other, online for several years. The fact that we lived fairly close to each other made it that much hotter for me. Knowing that this hot guy could be stroking his photogenic cock, pulling on his nipples and massaging his own hole as we IM-ed or messaged each other always got my cock hard and oozing sweet pre-cum (which I never let go to waste). He once even emailed me a video clip of himself blowing a buddy, which ended with a shot of cum flying everywhere. On occasion I'd used the video as inspiration while jerking off.
In his profile, he claimed to be an "expert ass eater." That thought, along with the visual stimulation of facial hair in his posted photos, always got my hard cock leaking juice and my manhole twitching like crazy. It had literally been years since my ass had a good tongue-fucking.
This time, the online messaging had started off innocently enough - and then he blatantly asked me to come over for some relaxing masculine body contact. I still don't know why I responded that I would. He messaged me back with the address and description of his house.
I quickly hopped in the shower, paying a little extra attention my hole and allowing my soapy finger (or two) to slip inside a couple times. I know, this supposedly wasn't an invitation to a sexual experience - but, damn, if he wanted to eat ass, I was going to be ready with it on the menu. I dried off, then threw on some black boxer briefs, a pair of shorts, a comfortable old T-shirt and my flip-flops before heading out the door.
I could feel precum oozing onto my leg as I drove the ten minutes to the address provided. Being a nervous wreck, I turned the wrong way at the street on which he lived and had to backtrack to find the house. The craziness, and possible danger, of just walking into a stranger's house was not lost on me as I opened the front door and went in. I followed the messaged instructions to walk upstairs, past a steamy bathroom smelling of a manly soap, and into the bedroom. A handsome man, with a few days growth of beard, was resting under the sheets on the bed.
We both said "hi" and, like it was perfectly normal, I started removing my clothing. As I slipped off the boxer briefs, with my ass pointed towards the guy in the bed, he sighed and moaned what I took to be a sign of approval. Slipping into the bed, I was felt so nervous I wondered if I could get it up if I needed to do so. We snuggled together and my bed buddy began to caress my back and ass. I moved a little closer and began to do the same to him. Staring into my eyes, he began to twist and pull my nipples, causing my cock to immediately begin stirring. Getting hard was not going to be an issue. I felt his stiff cock brush against my thigh and knew that physical contact without sex was probably going to be a bit difficult as this point.
One of his hands went to my cock, while the other began to somewhat roughly play with my ass. His fingers were prying my buttcheeks apart and occasionally brushing against my shaved asshole. He pounded my prick, as one finger gave my hole even more attention. I caught myself gasping out loud while his scruffy face met my neck with a few gentle kisses. At the same time, I was fondling his smooth balls and rubbing my thumb in the precum at the tip of his pulsing shaft.
He released himself from my grasp, got untangled from the mass of limbs and was up on his knees. I finally got a good look at his nice body, including the hint of a fuzzy round tummy - something I've always appreciated. I was rolled over on my stomach, face into the pillow and butt in the air, as he continued to stroke my cock. Both of his hands then began massaging my ass and pulling my cheeks apart. A number of fingers repeatedly rubbed against my hole. I then felt his breathe near my ass crack and then a tongue starting at my lower back and wiggling down the crevice to circle the muscled ring around my manhole. His tongue flicked the opening several times and then, with it rolled to a point, it was forced in and out of my twitching sphincter. I was gasping, moaning and yelling like a teenage girl in heat. I could feel pre-cum dripping of my cockhead onto the bed. My ass-eater caught some with his hand, smeared it around the opening of my butt, and then went to town eating again. I was in heaven - and was somewhat stunned when he suddenly stopped munching on my backside.
My new intimate friend plopped down on the bed beside me, smiling broadly and said, "Every man needs to have his ass eaten really well."
I wasn't going to argue.
