It's Friday night and I'm bored. I didn't feel like hitting the bars or hanging out with friends. I wanted sex. Plain and simple. That's why I'm on my phone going from app to app. I scroll through each profile mentally sorting them. Each one has its own reason for dismissal. We all know them.
Too vague, too complicated, too creepy, a headless torso, no picture, too racist, too demanding in bed, too lazy in bed or too selfish in bed. Come on fellas, its sex with a stranger. There's no need to be so extra. This is supposed to be an all you can fuck buffet not made to order. When did sex with a stranger become so complicated? We're probably not even going to exchange real names.
The messages I send go to limbo. Not one response back. I've about given up when I get a notification. I smile when I see the name. It's the one person on these apps I know I can count on. We've been fucking off and on for the past year. We tried dating. We worked better when we were naked and moaning than in a relationship
"Why are you on here instead of on my dick?" He sends. I laugh at the line. I honestly don't know why I didn't message him an hour ago. Maybe it was because I didn't want him to think he was my back up plan, though he was. I'm his too. That's why he messaged me. I saw he was online just as long as me. "Freshen up and come on over so we can have fun."
"Be over in thirty." I send back. It takes me forty to shower and brush my teeth before heading over. The door is open. We've been playing enough where we have that type of relationship. I lock the door behind me and head to the bedroom. He'll be waiting naked and ready for me.
Jared isn't your gym fit with a chiseled body, grasping at the reigns of youth using a million different products type of guy. He's got thinning black hair that he keeps short and trimmed. There's a slight graying to the temples and his beard, if he grows it out. I find that sex. He's naturally smooth with a stray hair here or there on his pleasantly thick body.
He's not fat, but he has a nice hard belly I love to run my hand over. His body is thicc, with two c's. He's meaty with strong muscles hidden under it all. He's tossed me around the bedroom more than once. It was quite a surprise the first time, and quite the turn on. He's very passionate and limber.
I'm not entirely sure how he gets his thick seven inches into me. It's amazing considering some of the positions we get into. When he does, he has me going like a cat in heat. Afterwards I'll be purring like a docile kitten. The smile he leaves on my face lasts for days. My friends will see that grin and immediately know. Then they teasing me with, "Oh, he went to Jared."
We're an odd pair, us two. I'm twenty five, living with two horrible roommates. I've got chestnut brown hair that falls around my head in wavy locks about my ears. I'm naturally thin from years of track in high school. I still run when I get a chance. I've got a nice forest of reddish brown chest hair that leads down to my eight inch dick that does nothing but disappoint guys when I say, "Sorry, I'm a bottom."
I'm not overly hairy, I couldn't grow a beard for my life, but my butt has hair on it. There, I said it. I have a hairy ass. Well, not hairy, per say. It's got that peach fuzz going on. Jared loves running his hands through it before he pounds my ass like a base drum. He calls it his little Georgia peach. Then he sets about creaming it.
The door to the bedroom is cracked open letting me see that the only light is from a flickering television screen. I push the door open to reveal him on the bed, the sheets pulled back so I can take in his delicious nudity. His legs are spread letting his plump soft cock dangle over his bull balls. My own cock stirs from the sight, not the muted porn on the television.
"Hey Conner." He's voice exudes confidence. That's part of his charm, his allure. "Get naked and come join me." He pats a spot on the bed for emphasis. "Come on, baby. Let's have some fun." I can see his cock jump to life. "It's been a while. We've missed you." He casually grabs his dick showing me how thick and hard it's getting for me.
"I've missed both of you, too." I slowly pull off my tank top for him, revealing my body for him. He likes a show. I like giving it to him. I kick my flip flops off and turn around to lower my shorts, letting him ogle my hairy butt outlined by the black straps of my jock. "I wore the one you like." I straighten up and move to the bed, sliding beside him. "The one you stretched out."
"Shut up and kiss me." His hand is on my ass squeezing my plump cheeks. I reach over and pull him into a kiss, tasting the mouthwash he used only minutes before to hide the beer on his breath. He slips an arm around me and pulls me over, flipping me to the bed. He's covering my body with his.
I feel the weight of his body on mine. He's careful not to crush me. He kisses me with reckless abandon. My legs are wrapped around him while my fingers dig into his back. He's like an old warm blanket, familiar and comforting. He already knows what I like, what spots to hit and more importantly how rough I like it.
He pulls my hands down, pinning them to the bed. I know what's next. No matter how I prepare, I'm not ready for the sexual sensory overload that's about to happen. "I'm going to make you squeal, little piggy." That's the only warning I get before Jared latches on to one nipple, sending me bucking and twisting under him.
I feel the pressure of his teeth squeeze the overly sensitive nub while his tongue runs across the tip. I struggle to flail, my body is shot full of tactile pleasure. My mind is clouded over with sexual need and lust. I am a wild animal caged by Jared's body and strength. He knows what he is doing to me. He's unleashing the beast in me.
He pauses for a moment, chuckling softly against my skin. He lets me calm down from the peak of ecstasy. I'm panting, yearning to smash my mouth against his. I want to ravage his body before taking him into my mouth and sucking him down. He'll continue to work me up and down that roller coaster before finally setting the sexually ravenous animal free.
"You are such an ass." I growl, tugging at his grip. He runs his mouth along my side as punishment, sending me squirming. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." My cock has pushed its way out of my jock. I can feel the sticky fluid dripping on my stomach. "Jared, please." I beg knowing he isn't done yet.
He moves to my groin, letting his tongue brush against my dick head before moving to that spot where my leg meets the inside of my hip. "Oh, Jared, please, don't. Let me catch my... Fuck!" My words are cut off as he tongues the spot. He knows how sensitive my body gets when I'm turned on.
Most men play my body like a classical guitar, soft and smooth. Not Jared. He's a rock star, playing my body hard and fast with a few power ballads in between. He'll have me thrashing about one minute then swaying softly. It's something only he can do to me. This is why I go to Jared time and time again.
He releases my hands. I'm trying to catch my breath. He pulls the jock down under my balls, letting me flop out. He hooks my legs over my shoulders and begins the task of fondling my balls with his mouth. One then the other, he strokes them with his tongue. The beast in me is satiated for the moment.
His licks up to the tip of my cock. He takes me in his mouth, inhaling me into the back of his throat with ease. Then he backs off, leaving just the tip in his warm mouth. Jared is skilled in his work, running his tongue all over my shaft and head as he moves me back and forth through his lips. He watches me the entire time, seeing how he's making me feel, watching me react.
