I couldn't sleep; was hot and horny. Tossing and turning, out of desperation I decided to try out the free line and see if I could get a hookup.
My luck, it worked.
He said he'll come over to my place.
He described himself as tall - 6 feet - Caucasian, brown hair, thin, mild build but with a notable cock: "I have a ten inches with a mushroom head. It's a thin cock but my mushroom head is big and my cock can get very hard."
He said he'd be over in about half and hour - around 4 am.
I was in college and being younger, horniness was part of the scene.
I like to bottom; I also enjoy bondage. It's risky: hooking up with strangers during the early morning hours - but I was hot and very horny - and young at the time,. Still, I prepared: turning the lights down low, laying out the rope and some duct tape, I eagerly waited.
I lived in a small studio apartment inside a larger house converted into 3 apartments. I lived on the second floor. To make sure it went well, I also instructed him to 'ring the middle bell just once and to keep it quiet so as to not wake up the neighbors.' He agreed.
I never met him before, but I had an idea to make this an interesting meet.
Soon, I heard a car parking in the street.
I waited. The bell rang. At that moment my cock suddenly came alive, with the blood was flowing. My heart racing, I could barely concentrate with the anticipation. I then decided to go for it: wearing my jock strap, a sweatshirt and some white athletic socks and plain docker shoes, I quietly walked down the stairs, turning the light on as I went. The landing from my apartment ran to the left of my door, then turned 180 degrees to the right down and toward the very bottom, turning the another 45 degrees toward the door.
It was a risk: any of my other neighbors could pop out, but I figure at 4 am, this would not be too likely.
Still, the risk added a strong flavor!
I approached the door, walking with my ever growing anticipation; the heartbeat was strong and the blood ringing in my ears. I had to be careful for if I opened the door wider, I would be exposed and seen. A part of me wouldn't mind doing this, but I judged against doing this. Still, a part of me got even more aroused,...
I then opened the door, standing behind it as I waved him in. He entered cautiously, when I then closed the door appeared before, wearing no pants but my jock strap, socks, shoes and sweatshirt.
The moment I saw him, I opened my legs as my cock pushed out as far it could go.
I was turned on. He not only looked good, but i got am excitement about him the made me excited. He was an older man, wearing regular clothing. Working class, but older - at least twice my age.
Turning toward me, I sensed he felt the same way. I could already see a growing bulge in his pants.
"I whispered "hi. Have to keep it quiet."
He merely nodded as he looked at me, with his mouth slightly opened; clearly he didn't expect this. I then walked past him, moving in such a way as to give a show of my ass moving back and forth glancing behind, I could see him staring at my ass, his breathing now more elevated.
His breathing got even more pronounced as I started to walk up the stairs, continuing my show, taking my ass by my skipping every other step, forcing me to stretch my legs wider. I also walked with my legs spread out more. As I got to the top, I turned and faced him as he turned the corner on the first set; I stood there with my right leg down two steps while my left leg stood at the top, leaving a wide gap between my legs. I kept my legs wide open, leaning back slightly. My cock was now so hard, it was pushing the limits of my jock strap. He slowly walked toward me as I then, at the last moment before he could touch me, I turned and led toward my apartment, with him eagerly following me.
I then stood inside my apartment, my hands behind my back, standing with my legs apart, pushing my pelvis forward. He then entered my apartment, looked around, turned toward me as he looked on at my hard-on, reached down and grabbed / fondled my balls. I gave a gasp, but didn't move, as he then ran his hand up and down and around my shaft pushing hard against my jock strap, running his fore finger and thumb all around my cock tip. He did this for half a minute, as I stood there, my eyes half closed moving slightly about in time to his touching me with my mouth opened, breathing with the pleasure of his hands and fingers. We looked into each others eyes, not moving. I then opened my legs wider and moved closer to him, expecting maybe a kiss - but he merely smiled and stepped away.
I deserved that; he was teasing me back.
We moved into my studio, where my couch/bed /futon opened (I was a starving student then). He then walked to my desk, and took off his coat. I watched him as I took off my sweatshirt. He had an average build, but he had some muscles. He was thin; rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve was a pack of cigarettes which he set down. I put on a belt around my waist, kneeled on the couch/bed and with one of the rope I had, started to bind my ankles together. We continued undressing, watching each other silently. I then wrapped a belt around my waist.
There was little need to make small talk.
My feet tired together I then sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on my arms and watched him undress. His shirt and pants off, he then stopped and looked at me. I looked at his underwear.
