Author's note - I interrupt my upload of poorly-written decades old fantasies (more of those later) for a recent update on the story of meeting John on the adult personals site.
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The weekend was freezing. Winter had come to my town a bit late but with a vengeance. I sat alone at home wondering what to do with the weekend. For those of you from the northern hemisphere, Australian winters are not as fierce as yours, but we're not really used to it when they're fiercer than normal, so I was really feeling it.
Now, you may recall my earlier recounts of meeting up with John, the guy that I met on an adult website and with whom I explored my bisexuality. Well, we have still been in touch, but by this weekend, I hadn't undertaken any 'activities' with him for a while as I went back and got back into hetero life. And surprisingly well, I might add. I amazed myself.
But things had dried up for a while and when the weather called a stop to G-rated outdoor activities I sat at home feeling a bit horny in a house that is not well-insulated. Hell, I'd even started uploading old stories from two decades ago onto Literotica to pass the time.
I did know, however, one person who had a house that was always kept toasty-warm, and that was John. I texted him.
"Hey there. What you up to?" I texted.
The response was not long coming.
"Well, well, stranger," he texted, "Not much. Come around?"
"Sure, why not? Give me 45."
I had a quick shower, pulled on a hoodie and tracky pants and jumped in my car.
I got to John's house and knocked on the door. I knew he would be looking out the peephole, so I gave a two thumbs-up. And then the door opened, just a crack.
"Come in," he said, "and don't bring the cold in with you."
I squeezed in the barely-opened door and immediately knew why he didn't want the cold seeping in. The house was almost too warm and John was dressed in only a tiny, shiny-blue Speedo.
I followed him into the overheated living room, where the football was playing on the telly. He slumped down low on the sofa, his legs spread and his fat cock stretching the shiny lycra of his Speedo.
"You won't be needing those winter clothes in here, Old Mate," he said.
I stood there and pulled off my hoodie and hesitated for a second with my track-pants. He looked up at me.
"Okay," he said, "stay there. I'll give you a hand."
He dropped to his knees in front of me and started lowering my track-pants. A little further and my cock sprung from the pants.
"No underwear," he said, "that's a bit presumptuous."
But obviously not enough to make him care for too long. Taking a hold of my cock, he sloppily licked it from base to tip, along its underside. Then he slowly took my cock into his mouth and started sucking, rolling his tongue around underneath its length as it disappeared into his throat.
Cupping a hand under my balls, he took them in his mouth and sucked them for a while too, before returning to sucking my cock. The fingers of his ball-cupping hand started to probe around my anus and I felt a finger slide into my arse, just up to the first knuckle.
Soon my cock was taking a huge working over. He slid his tongue all over its length, sucked my balls, throated my cock. It was hard to stand up straight. All the while, his finger slid deeper into my anus, and then a second finger.
Needless to say, after my short sex-drought, I didn't last long. Soon I exploded, my cock only part-buried in his mouth. He caught most of it, but a couple of splashes of hot ivory semen splashed onto his face.
After he sucked me dry and licked me clean, he sat back down on the sofa and directed me to go to the kitchen and get a couple of beers. After grabbing from beers from the kitchen, I came back in and slumped, naked, on the sofa next to him. This was one of the cool things, just sitting back, chilling.
But soon I got restless. I wanted to taste that fantastic cock of his. I put my beer down on the table, moved around and knelt between his knees. Leaning in, I kissed his inner thigh, licking up it, until my face was buried in the crevice between his lycra-clad cock and his thigh, and I was tasting the delicious skin at the base of his cock.
I loved the sensation. His fat cock, encased, pressing against my cheek and steaming hot. I swapped sides to his other inner thigh, before wrapping my mouth around the lycracock. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing it, as I engulfed his cock with my mouth.
I had to have it. I swayed back, took a hold of the waistband of his Speedo and liberated that magnificent coffee-coloured man-meat. As ever, it held me in awe for a second before I lowered my mouth into it, taking that tasty flesh into my throat. I love the feeling when his cock continues to expand while it's buried in my mouth and I repaid the feeling by giving him my best blowjob.
