A Perfect Sunday

11.05 AM. I am watching myself in a full length mirror. Leaning forward on a mattress, naked and resting on my elbows. The room where this is happening is drab and nondescript. Sparsely furnished, there is a single, uncovered light bulb above my head emitting a dull, yellow glow.

My face is flushed, my bare, muscular arms gleam with moisture. It is a very warm day. My big, throbbing cock points forward, the head swollen and deep red in colour. From the slit, a glistening thread of pre-cum extends down to the bed where it has formed quite a pool on the towel placed underneath me. Periodically, at intervals of just under a second, I hear a wet, slapping sound. Each time this happens, a low moan escapes my lips. These moans of pleasure are indeed involuntary, but the reality is that I am the one in control here.

Positioned behind me is a huge, chubby beast of a man. The thick hair on his chest and shoulders is matted and wet. His bald head is covered with beads of sweat. He is struggling, desperate to sustain the intense pleasure he experiences as he penetrates my body. Together we provide an erotic sountrack of moans, groans and gasps for air as our intimacy intensifies. We all know what he is feeling. The pulsating tingling in the base of his shaft that increases relentlessly as he approaches the point of no return.

He thrusts forward again and holds. Right on the edge, he is now unable to continue without losing it all. At this moment I face a wicked choice. Allow him a moment to recover so we can continue, or finish him off and claim my rich, creamy reward. It's simple really!

I arch my hips then slide slowly along his length, savouring for one last time every contour of his thick, veiny shaft. Then I pause, with just his head still inside my wet, sloppy opening. Suddenly, I slam back hard, taking him all the way in. "No, fuck no!" he gasps, losing any semblance of control as he starts to pound me relentlessly. Then I feel it. That delicious, unmistakable sensation of being filled with spurt after spurt of another man's semen.

Finally, he collapses on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, my head hanging off the end of the bed. I hear his panting gradually subside as his cock softens, eventually slipping out of me. By now, I am having a little difficulty breathing, this man is extremely heavy. So with one final effort I slide out from under him and stand up. "Thanks mate," I whisper softly to him, "that was amazing. Now if it's OK with you, I'm going to hit the shower." No reaction, he appears out like a light, so I head for the bathroom.

In the shower I soap myself thoroughly, all the while clenching my cheeks in the hope of retaining as much of my recent invader's load as possible. I dry myself, put on my loose fitting shorts, sandals and singlet, then pass back through the bedroom on my way outside. Time for one last look. I see he is spreadeagled on the bed, snoring lightly. His soft, shrivelled cock nestles on his big, hairy ball-sac. A single, pearl-like drop of cum glistens on the tip. I lean forward, gently licking off and swallowing the delicious morsel. This elicits one final moan from my sleeping giant. I walk out of the room, open the door to the apartment and make my way out onto the dazzling sunlit sidewalk.

On my way to the station, I take a moment to reflect on the man who has just performed that most intimate of acts on me, namely ejaculating inside my body. Truth be told, I know next to nothing about him. We met online and have barely exchanged more than a few sentences. To those who require a strong emotional connection with their sex partners this might seem strange, but for me the opposite is true. My arousal comes from knowing I am being used as nothing other than a vessel for his gratification. I give him what he needs, a hard muscular body, a very decently proportioned cock and a tight, but velvety smooth and intensely warm hole which I willingly allow him access to. I call this my cunt- that wickedly delicious word so perfectly describes, to my way of thinking at least, the part of my body that exists primarily for the purpose of giving other men pleasure.

These thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a now familiar sound. It is the message alert from my dating app, and it is always a thrill to hear it. I reach for my phone and open the app. It is a reply from a 75 year old man I messaged last week, seeking more information. His profile gave very little away, other than his age and the fact that he is a top. As well as his reply he has kindly sent me a picture of his erect cock. Surrounded by a thick nest of silvery-grey hair, it is a gnarly, weather beaten looking appendage. Most people might think it had seen better days, but to me it looks simply delicious. His message reads something like this:

"Hi, you messaged me last week, sorry for the delayed reply, I was out of town. Anyway, to cut a long story short, yes I'm very interested, you have a very hot body mate, thanks for sharing your gallery. I see from the app that you're only 500 meters away. Feel like dropping by for some fun?" (At this point he includes his address).

What a stroke of luck, miles from home yet somehow finding myself in the right place at the right time. Not an opportunity I would ever pass up. Five minutes walk and I'm there, knocking on the door, heart pounding from the erotic excitement of it all.

The door opens and I am ushered inside by a shirtless elderly gentleman. He has short, thinning grey hair and piercing blue eyes. His bare torso is covered with long, thick silver fur, from his slightly protruding belly to his shoulders. I want to run my fingers through this right now, I want to lean forward and suck on his quite prominent nipples, he looks so damn sexy.

Instead I am offered a seat next to him on an old, faux-leather sofa. Apart from this, there appears to be no other furniture in the the small, darkened room, which is dominated by an enormous flat-screened TV. He is watching horse racing with the sound off. Not really something that interests me even with the sound on, but he seems engrossed. Anyway, after about five minutes of this, I decide to try and get his attention.

I place my hand on his bare left leg and gently run my fingers upwards, stroking the inside of his thigh. After a little while in which I am beginning to wonder if he will respond to anything, he parts his legs, allowing me access all the way up. I slip my fingers under the leg of his boxers finding the place where his scrotum joins his upper thigh. This is warm, hairy and slightly clammy to touch. I bring my fingers up to my face and sniff the intoxicating, pheremone rich aroma of his body.

I am about to lean forward and taste this delight when he suddenly turns and kisses me, his tongue probing my mouth, deeply and wetly. I lose myself momentarily to the pleasure of this, coming back down to earth only when he breaks the kiss to say "I suppose we should head for the bedroom then." "Sounds good to me".

we walk down the hallway, he opens the last door on the left and I follow him inside. The bed has been stripped, a towel laid out at one end. He is well prepared, I enjoy these little erotic touches. He slides off his boxers then lies down on his back, waiting for me to strip. It doesn't take long and as I do so, I sneak a glance at the state of his arousal- still soft and at least for now, quite small. Time to go to work.

I lie down on my side, my leg over his legs, and nuzzle his hairy chest, flicking my tongue playfully over his right nipple. Ever so gradually I work my way down, over his belly until I reach the head of his awakening manhood. There is a shiny drop of precum on the tip which I lick off hungrily before making my way further down, running my lips along his shaft, until finally reaching my destination. I begin to tongue the sweaty crease I had probed earlier with my fingers. The musky aroma overwhelms me, and I feel that familiar tingling sensation as I release a wave of pre-cum that dribbles down his leg onto the towel. Sex with me has always been a little on the messy side.

While all this is happening, he has begun gently caressing my back, drawing little circles as he makes his way down. Now he has reached the top of that really sensitive area, the dark, furry cleft between my buttocks. I know I must now open myself up and allow him full access, but I do feel a slight trepidation given that there is a fair amount of another man's cum still inside me, and I'm not sure how he will react. But his finger does feel amazing as he finds my opening and he slips it inside. Squelch.

"Well, it looks like mine might not be the first cock to fuck you today" he says, giving very little away as to his reaction. "I'm sorry, I hope that's ok" I reply. "Not to worry, your profile did mention that you were a bit of a cum slut, so all good. It happened just round the corner I suppose?" "Yes, about 40 minutes ago. Regular fuck-buddy".

What a relief, he doesn't seem to mind too much. In fact he seems to be getting turned on a little by it. Up until now he's been happy to lie back and let me give him pleasure, but now he's up on his knees, manipulating my body into the position. And what better evidence for this than his cock? Engorged to a very decent size and pointing straight ahead. I arch my hips, flex my buttocks and open myself right up, but what I feel is not his cock, it's his tongue. He's rimming me. Slurping up the last man's juices. Being rimmed is not usually my favourite, but this feels amazing, and under the circumstances, certainly wicked. I press back against him and he responds by pushing his tongue even deeper. It feels heavenly, but I need more. "Fuck me please, I need you beautiful cock inside me."

He is ready, he moves up. Grabbing my hips to steady himself, he positions his swollen head at my opening, and slides in, balls deep. My insides, already stretched by the previous owner, form a warm, wet and velvety soft sleeve around his cock. "Fuck your cunt feels amazing" he gasps, "I don't think I can last much longer."

So here we are, back where we started, but this time I want something a little different. I listen to his breathing becoming shorter, more ragged. I feel his thrusts upping their rate. Then just as he's about to unload inside me I spin around, my mouth open, my tongue out. His cum shoots thick and fast. All in my mouth, not a drop is wasted. At the same, I am shooting a double load onto the towel. We collapse, our bodies entwined, onto the bed. For some reason we are both laughing. As his breathing subsides, he looks down at me and smiles. "Do you think there is any way you could convince your mate from round the corner to join us for a three way next time?" I glance up at him, I can tell he's absolutely serious. "Now that," I reply, "Would be a perfect Sunday."