This is a story of a time I fooled with a much younger man, a decade my junior. I was about 27, almost 28, and he was 18 and a half he had told me. He was a freshman at the local college, that's all I knew.
We met at a sand volleyball game. I love the game, and since the campus has a few courts, I can usually get into a few pretty good matches just dropping by. I knew most of the guys and girls that played, but I hadn't seen Jake before. He was there and caught my eye immediately. He was all over the court, insanely athletic, and just full of energy. He wore a pair of super-short black shorts that clung to his muscled thighs and played shirtless, and I marveled at his body. Sometimes it was too distracting during the game!
He was my opposite. He had dark hair, lots of chest hair, and a barrel body with thick arms. Someone who had been lifting for a while. Meanwhile, I am skinnier but with a big butt and thighs and paler than someone who plays sand volleyball should be.
Anyway, I had played a few times with and against him over two weeks at the beginning of the fall semester once he had shown up. Eventually, I worked up the courage to subtly exchange some contact info with more people there, including him.
Late one Saturday evening, I was horny as hell and figured, "what's the worst that could happen?" I grabbed my phone and shot off a snap to Jake that just said, "Hey."
I didn't have to wait long for a response as I heard the tone on my phone and grabbed it. "What's up, old-timer? 😉" The reply read, and my heartbeat quickened, seeing the winking face. I wasn't sure if he was ok with hooking up with a guy, but I was getting more confident!
"Not much, wondering what you young kids were up to? See if I could come up with some plans?" I sent it to him.
What came next made me blush, and I've been with about a hundred mix of guys and girls at this point!
It was just a picture of his torso and chin, though I could tell he was smiling, the caption read, "Finishing up at the gym, wanna hang after?"
I quickly agreed and gave him my address to swing by once he had completed his workout and showered up. Then I spent the next hour or so nervous as hell! I showered too quickly to make sure I was fresh and then got dressed again, slipping on a little thong for him. I started sipping a little bourbon to relax and watching some Netflix. Finally, I got the text that he was here, and I went down to let him into my apartment building.
We chatted a little on the way back to my apartment, and I let him in, gave him a quick tour, and offered him a drink too. We stood out on the balcony, making some general small talk about volleyball, the town, etc., I was feeling really relaxed, but I didn't want to press it and make it weird until I was sure. Luckily I didn't have to wait long!
He asked me if I smoked weed, and I said yes, and he pulled out a pipe and took a hit. He offered it to me, and I followed suit. Now, one thing about me is that when I smoke, I get insatiably horny, and I swear he might have known this!
"Checking out my ass?" I heard him say. Oh fuck, I thought, realizing my eyes had drifted all over his body and was checking him out!
I figured I would just go with it, "Idk why I would, I see enough on the court, but not all of it!" I teased him.
"Maybe that's so people can get a little worked up." He responded.
"Maybe it works," I said back.
He leaned a little over to me, and his hand was super close to mine..."Maybe it's my turn..." He said, teasing as he grabbed the pipe. This kid was driving me wild!
I watched him swell his chest up to take a deep pull, then without warning, he turned to me and putting his hand on my chin, guided me to open my mouth, and he exhaled just inches from my open lips. "Always good to share!" he whispered, turning me on. I swear I was like a virgin excited right now, my cock was straining like crazy against the seams of my jeans.
"agreed..." Was all I said before leaning forward a little and finding his lips with mine. He met me halfway, and our first kiss was super deep, both of us taking a big breath as our lips connected. I felt him put the pipe down on my nearby table, and his hands drift around me. Our tongues connected as I put my hands on his hips. He was an eager, young kisser, one hand wrapping around the back of my head and neck and dictating the pace, our tongues sliding and crashing into one another as our bodies pressed against each other.
Our kiss got deeper, and I pulled his short sleeve button up shirt up and over his head, his firm, tanned body shimmering in the moonlight and the soft, yellow light from inside my apartment. We kissed again for a minute before I felt him pull my shirt off as well. Then immediately, his hands drifted down, and he undid my belt and jeans, pushing them to the floor. I stepped out of my pants and kicked them to the side, kissing him harder now as his hands were at my hips.