I bit his plump lower lip and he moaned. My hands traveled down his narrow waist, under his shorts. He pushed his plump ass back into my hands. I kissed my way to his ear and ran my tongue around his lobe. The young man moaned again, arched his back more and pressed himself into me. I trailed my finger across his ass hole and found that he was already lubed up. He let out another moan, his hot breath tickled my ear.
I pushed him down onto my cobalt satin sheets. He looked up at me with gorgeous dark green eyes. His cool white skin was dotted by pale pink freckles around his eyes. I ran my hand through his curly auburn hair, he kept the sides shaved clean down to the skin. I took his shirt off, his soft chin and hairless slender body made him look much younger than the twenty-two-year-old he actually was. I checked his ID twice when he first arrived. I had already forgotten his name. It wasn't important. Only our need to get off mattered, that's what the app was used for.
The man ran his hands over the bulge in my black skinny Jean's, I pushed my hips forward. He put his mouth over the bulge and went back and forth over it. I smiled back, he didn't need to know this annoyed me. I pushed him back onto my bed and got onto my knees. I pulled off his shorts to reveal his lime green jock strap. I had specifically requested this article of clothing. Unless I was in a relationship, their cock did nothing for me. He said he wasn't into getting touched there, a perfect pair.
"Hold your legs back," I commanded as I took off my semi-sheer pink tee. My skin was a deep tawny bronze. I trimmed my light chest hair to accentuate my pecs. I had a fair amount of definition, but still had just enough fat to make everything look smooth. If I flexed you could make out my abs, which I did for him.
"Yes sir," he moaned and pulled his legs back with ease, exposing his tight pink hole.
My rigid clock twitched at the sight. Usually I would bury my face between his meaty cheeks and tongue him for a good five minutes until he begged me to fuck him. I didn't much care for lube, so instead I ran my tongue across his ass, biting each cheek softly as I pulled my jeans off. My cock sprang from its denim prison. I kept my pubes shaved down with a hair clipper. I got on the bed and slapped my cock against his hole, the warmth of it inviting. The boy moaned again, his green eyes filled with lust. He needed me to pound him right then and there.
I took time to put on my condom. A lot of guys won't use them; they don't want to break the flow. I used this time to build anticipation. I used my mouth and one hand to free the condom, I used my other to finger him. The boy didn't lie when he said he was tight. His squeezed his ass around my middle finger and arched his back again. His moans got loud enough I wondered if my neighbors would here him. I almost always heard my neighbors through the apartment walls.
After I had the condom secured around my cock, I slapped it against his hole again. "Please sir." He begged in an almost not there whisper. As I pressed my head against his hole I wondered how much louder he would get. My dick is on the longer side of average, but it's thicker than most guys I've met. I leaned forward, placed my hand next to his neck for balance, used my other hand to keep my cock straight as I pressed into him. His ass put up a slight resistance before I popped into him. He moaned louder than before. His warm ass tightened around my cock as I went deep. I could feel my balls tighten already. Once I was firmly inside of him I adjust my weight back onto my hips so I could wrap one hand around his neck. I could feel each breath he took as I slowly started fucking him. His chest and abs bounced with each of my thrusts. As I got faster his breaths got shorter. Sweat beads dropped from my forehead onto his chest. I moved my hips faster and deeper, he started to moan. I fucked him harder and he started to squeak.
His head rolled back as a weak shot escaped his gaping mouth. I pulled out, ripped off the condom. The boy flipped forward onto his knees, wrapping his mouth around my cock. It only took a few strokes of my hand before I shot thick ropes of cum down his throat. I was exhausted and ready to collapse, but I had to make sure he left. "You like the taste?" I asked as he got up.
"Yes sir," he rejoiced with a smile. He licked his lips and got himself off my bed. "Where are my shorts?" He looked like a puppy looking for a lost toy.
"Here ya go," I replied handing him the gray basket ball shorts.
"Thanks, what was your name again?" The boy asked.
"Mahkah."
"That's an interesting name." he said as he finished getting dressed. "alright I have my wallet, my phone and my keys. Maybe we can do this again?"
"Maybe." I was sincere in that moment. There were nights where I could use him again. But as soon as I shut my apartment door, I knew the chances were slim. I rarely ever reinvented someone.
I walked through my one bedroom apartment straight to the shower. I always showered before and after sex. Sweat was never something I looked forward to. The sides of my mohawk were getting long, I'd have to get those shaved down again.
After getting clean I noticed it was still only eight. I turned the TV on to resume watching John Oliver's show, I continued scanning over my magic deck. The weekend was always coming up, the Saturday commander tournament was always coming up. My deck wasn't bad, but I could always improve it. Cody Newman, a regular player, said that you were never done making your deck. I was inclined to agree with him. Each released set added possibilities.
Eight became nine. Nine became ten. It was midnight before I noticed that John Oliver turned into vine videos. I cursed at myself, I even set reminders to go to bed on time. Reluctantly I turned the TV off and retired to my rook, removing the cobalt sheets before falling asleep.
"Late night?" Gloria asked after I had gone through three cups of coffee before lunch.
"Only because I didn't go to bed." I poured the liquid cream until the black became beige.
"What no guy?" She asked as she filled her own cup.
"There was a guy. We finished before eight though." I walked to our normal lunch table.
"Was he cute?" Gloria asked she sat across from me.
"Gimme a moment." I opened the app Gaytes. I ignored the two new messages and found the guy's profile. "Apparently his name was Lucas."
"You didn't remember this cutie's name?"
"He wasn't worth remembering. He mentioned something about going to school for business. Whatever that means."
"Honestly, I don't know how you get so many guys."
