A friend introduced us. When we met over a glass of wine, it took me only a few minutes to know that I wanted to experience what he had to offer. I didn't know how incredibly erotically he was going to make it play out.
We left together and I followed him to his apartment. He ushered me in, and once the door closed behind me, he kissed me deeply on the mouth while his right hand guided my left down to his crotch, where I found the treasure that I sought.
He led me to the living room, and turned on the fireplace and one, lone light that tinted the room a soft blue glow.
He kissed me and said "Undress for me, and I'll get some more wine."
When he returned, I was naked in all my glory, my cock standing firmly erect. He handed me my wine, kissed me again, and let his free hand lovingly caress my love stick. Handing me my wine, he undressed for me in a subtle strip tease. I drew in my breath and felt my body tingle in anticipation when I saw the massive appendage that was his own love muscle.
My eyes told him I wanted to drop to my knees and gobble him up, but he shook his head.
"You don't get to suck it. Not tonight. You'll get to suck it, and I'll fuck you, but we go at this slowly. You have to earn this cock."
That kind of talk just turned me on even more.
He threw a couple of pillows down by the fireplace and semi-reclined against them, wine glass in hand. With his legs spread, I could see his asshole, his balls, and his thick 10" shaft.
"Stand over me and jerk off" he said. "You can cum all over me if you want. I like that."
I straddled him and slowly went to work on my cock, imagining how the thrill of his big shaft blasting hot spunk down my throat, or stretching my asshole and filling it with hot jism.
He caressed himself gently as I jerked myself off, sipping at his wine as he did. I went slow, taking the time to enjoy my own wine, as well.
Finally I knew I was near, and set my wine down so that I could put both hands into the game. I licked a finger and slid it into my asshole. Bending my knees, I went over the edge and a gusher of hot man milk erupted from my shaft.
"Oh yess! That's so nice!" he purred excitedly as my spunk splattered all over him. His own masturbation motions increased in tempo and then he let out a gasping moan as he shot creamy jizz all over his belly.
He held out his hand and I lay down next to him for a while before he told me it was time for me to go.
"Tomorrow night" he said "we take it one step further. Come over at the same time."
I almost rushed home so that I could bury a massive dildo in my ass and bring myself to climax one more time.
When I arrived the next night, wearing nothing but a track suit, he had made a nest of pillows in the living room, with candles providing the light. We cuddled together and drank some more wine. As we sipped at our second glass, he causally handed me a bottle of lube, and then kissed me.
"Tonight, you're going to make me cum while you do yourself. No mouth. Not yet. Just hands. I want to watch you finger your hole, too. I like guys who play with their hole."
I masturbated him with lust, stroking my own cock and fingering my hole as I did. It was nice having some oil, this time. Then I could get two and three fingers into my hungry puckerhole.
Finally I felt that stiffening at the base of his shaft, and then the pulsation that signalled that gossamer streams of love nectar were on their way, and he cried out with pleasure as his climax burst from within him and once again coated his belly with hot spunk that I desperately wanted to lick up with my hungry tongue. Instead, I added my own love nectar to the mess on his belly before licking up a big dollop of it.
He kissed me greedily, and we shared the taste of our essence.
I went home again about an hour later. Before I went to sleep, I texted him a close-up of a thick dildo buried in my ass as cum ran down my cock.
The next night, he took me to his bedroom. We stood in front of the big mirror and watched ourselves as we caressed each other's bodies, kissing and touching for almost an hour.
"You want my cock, don't you?" he whispered in my ear as I gazed at his hardness in the mirror.
I merely nodded.