Lying on the municipal pool lawn, early June sun scorching my skin. Heart pounding. Nervously flipping a magazine. Waiting for Max, 27, blond god from the gay app. Married at 52, bi newbie. Two guys had fucked my ass before. Now, I craved topping. His messages ignited me. Photos exchanged. Phones buzzed with dirty promises.
He emerges from men’s lockers. Short blond hair. Chiseled athlete body. Black Speedo hugging those biteable cheeks. Young moms stare. My cock twitches. I stand. Smile. We shake hands formally. ‘Marc.’ ‘Max.’ Towels side by side. I devour his tanned torso. He eyes my still-fit dad bod. Chat flows easy. Past fucks shared. My erections hidden belly-down.
The Fever
‘You turning me on?’ he teases, spotting my bulge. ‘Guess.’ I flip to show the tent. His grin hungers. ‘Makes me wanna swallow it whole.’ Pulse races. Sweat beads. I counter: ‘Your ass is mine to devour.’ He flexes. Fesses clench. Eyes lock. Blue fire. Silence thick with need.
‘I live close. Cool off at mine?’ Boom. Decision. Bags packed. Shorts over suits. Walk to lockers. Colleague delays him. I stroke alone in stall. Precum slicks. Stop. Save it. Meet outside under plane trees. Quick march to his old building. First floor. Tasteful apartment. Black-and-white photos. Water poured. He vanishes.
Returns in sheer black thong. Cock outlined, hard. Ass peeking. Breath catches. Heart hammers. ‘Why only women get sexy undies?’ Voice gravel: ‘Turn.’ Perfect cheeks framed. I strip slow. Shirt off, hairy chest bare. Shorts drop. Cock springs. He grazes it. First touch electric. Groan escapes. Slow jerk. Balls cupped. Expert hands. Male knowing male. Eyes meet. Smiles sync.
Sucks me sudden. Hot mouth engulfs. Cry out. Tongue swirls. Gland shines wet. ‘Love your cock.’ Kiss him. Taste myself. Hands knead his ass. Thong slides off. Cocks grind. Thick. Mine strokes his. Stumble to bedroom. He belly-down. Admire. Spread cheeks. Pink hole winks.
The Blaze
The Blaze
Tongue dives in. Musky heaven. He opens. Trembles. Rim deep. ‘Condoms?’ ‘Nightstand. But… bare? You got me wet.’ Lube skipped. Spit-slick. Position cockhead. ‘Fuck me, Marc.’ Push. Yields easy. Tight velvet grips. Balls-deep. Hold still. Ecstasy edges. He relaxes.
Thrust slow. Build. Bed shakes. Grunts raw. Porn moans. Doggy brutal. Cheeks slap. He cries yes. Flip him. Legs to chest. Eyes locked. Re-enter smooth. Missionary grind. His thick cock bobs. ‘Jerk it.’ He obeys. Fist pumps match my hips. Sweat-slick skin slaps. Heat builds. Urgent. Possess him.
Pace races. Can’t hold. ‘Cum, Marc.’ Roar. Explode. Condom? No—bare jets flood him. Grip hips hard. He strokes frantic. Spurts arc over smooth abs. Collapse. Cocks pulse together. Sweat mixes cum. Heart thunders. Skin burns.
The Ashes
Bodies glued. Cock softens inside. Pull out slow. Hole gapes, creamy. Kiss tender. His smile lazy. ‘First time topping?’ ‘Yeah. Perfect.’ Shower together. Soap suds on heated flesh. Pulse slows. Unique high lingers. Dressed. Poolside bros again. But forever changed. Craved more danger.