Already, it was certainly the hottest, most intimate day I had ever had in my relatively short life. Within hours of meeting Peter for the first time, he had two fingers buried in my ass. My ring stretched and tightly wrapped around his digits, he sawed in and out repeatedly, slowly rotating his fingers and applying pressure up and down and all around to make a bit more room and prepare me juuussst enough. In his words, he wanted to make sure I could, "Really feel the stretch," when the time came.
I was breathing heavy and moaning in pleasure with the occasional utterance of how fucking good it felt, especially each time he bumped my prostate. Peter kept telling me how good I was doing, how hot my ass was, and how good it felt to play with my smooth young hole. He caressed my cheeks and lower back, my hips, legs, and tiny waist while he diligently worked. I glanced back occasionally to make heated eye contact with him and exchange a look of lust. Each time I did, I also took the opportunity to glance at his engorged cock. Its 7 inches looked muscular, almost aggressively so, and it almost seemed to be moving of its own accord, although I knew that it was just so turgid and heavy from lust that the slightest movement sent it bouncing around. Proudly, I thought about how I was responsible for that. It was my body, my face, and my ass that had twice brought Peter's cock to its hot, glistening full mast since we finally met in person for the first time earlier that morning.
We initially met online, of course. We were pretty clearly a match from the start. Him a hot daddy type, in good shape, could host with his big but not huge dick. Me a cute inexperienced twink bottom looking for someone and somewhere safe to get me some dick. About to turn 19, I had finally reached the breaking point when it came to makeshift toys and fingers. I needed the real thing. A catalyst for our connection was that we lived in suburban neighborhoods that bordered each other. I grew up and lived in a nice house. The houses where he lived were even nicer and generally had more privacy and space between them. We didn't beat around the bush too much. Both online at the same time, we began to chat and after some nice pleasantries we both came to the conclusion that the other was reasonably intelligent and we generally seemed on the same wavelength so we cut to the chase. Peter wanted to make sure we knew what the expectation was so he spelled out his desires. He would be in control for the most part. I could opt out of anything or even everything any time I wanted but he suggested it would be hottest if I let him run the show and decide what we were doing and when, down to when I could touch myself or not. He asked what specifically I was into and I basically said I just wanted some dick. I wanted to jerk it, lick it, suck it, swallow it, and get reamed out by it. His reply was, "Well, I think I can accomodate that :) "
All we needed to do was set up a time to hang out and this thing was gonna go down. I'm not gonna lie, I had a LOT of butterflies in my stomach as we got to this point but my rock hard cock was pushing these butterflies out of the way enough for me to commit to meeting with Peter as soon as possible. I happened to have Mondays off at that time, which meant I could do whatever I wanted and no one in my house would know that I had even left home that day if we met up early enough. Peter had flexibility with work, so we committed to meeting up the next Monday at 10:00 AM. A whole 6 days away. It was going to be a painfully slow week and weekend coming up!
I managed to get through it, though. The first couple days I jerked off several times I was so horned up but then I forced myself to hold off, I wanted to be significantly riled up when I arrived on Monday. It turns out Peter was basically doing the same thing.
Finally, Monday morning came. I somehow managed to get some sleep the night before so I felt well rested as I prepped myself for the day. I was practically shaking as I cleaned myself up and shaved smooth what little hair I had. Before I knew it I was out the door to walk to Peter's house. The short trip there felt like a dream. I was simultaneously a nervous wreck, trying to suppress popping a huge boner, and giddy with excitment.
Finally I found myself at the address Peter gave me. The house was set back a long way from the road with woods on either side providing a ton of privacy. As I walked down the driveway, I thought to myself that we weren't going to have to worry about how much noise we were making while we were going at it. For some reason, this thought really kicked my excitement and nervousness into overdrive as I realized that this was actually happening finally.
Peter had seen me walking down the drive and opened the door to greet me with a big smile. His warm expression helped calm me a bit and I smiled back, reaching out to shake his extended hand.
"Hi, nice to meet you," Peter said warmly as we gently grasped each others hands.
"Nice to meet you, too!" I squeeked out as my cheeks flushed. Not sure why my voice went so high but I'm pretty sure it was the nerves coming out, haha.
Peter checkled lightly and guided me towards the open door, lightly touching where my butt and lower back met. I felt an electricity course through my body.
Peter's house was amazing with an open floor plan and lots of natural light through some huge windows along the back looking out into the yard. Thank god there was a lot of woods between him and his neighbors, because they'd be able to see everything!
We sat for a little bit on one of his couches and chatted for a few minutes. It was relaxing and even though I was anxious to get going with more intense activities, I was happy to settle in a bit. I was able to take Peter in a bit more as well. His brunette hair appeared to be quite a bit more present on his body than my hair was on mine. Besides his five o'clock shadow on his chiseled, mature jaw, he had a fair amount of hair covering his muscled arms and running down his chest towards his nether regions, which I knew from his profile was well maintained.
Before too long, Peter stood up and said, "So, do you want to get started?", with a raise of one eyebrow and a sly smile.
I croaked, "OK," and stood up quickly.
Peter laughed and I giggled a bit, my cheeks flushing again. "A little nervous?", he asked.
I nodded and said, "A little bit. Excited, too."
Lust was taking over and I'm sure I was looking at him with a certain amount of hunger. A hunger that had been building for years.
"That's good," he said, and he gently placed his hand on my back and leaned in for a kiss.
Finally, I was with another man. Everything I had been waiting for was happening and the release was amazing. Peter's soft lips but firm kiss melted me. We kissed lip to lip for a little bit before I felt Peter's tongue seeking entry to my mouth. Him being the more experienced, dominant one he quickly had his tongue inside my mouth. I was all to happy too give him entry.
We continued kissing for a few minutes as we felt each other's bodies through our clothes. He was focused on my perky butt and thin waist while I was focused on his strong pecs and upper back.
Peter broke the kiss and we smiled at each other. It was time for him to take charge.
"Why don't we take these clothes off you,".
I nodded but it wasn't really a question. Peter began by pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it onto the floor. I thought he might continue undressing me but instead he backed off and sat down on the couch.
"Take the rest off for me."