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Well this sucked!
The whole situation stunk worse than 6 day old fish.
I collapsed into my friend's couch.
I had just come off the phone to Ronni for some reassurance.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to settle my nerves.
About 10 minutes before I had had to end a disasterous encounter with a ghastly little wastrel called Dan. It had gone badly....it could have gone worse, but it seemed bad enough at the time.
What happened was...and its all laid out in probably too much detail in the first instalment of my second gay encounter - Close Encounters of the Second Time: The First second Time...sorry, lets get back on track. What happened was this.
I wanted to have some fun with a guy for only the second time.
At the late age of 51 I had, for various reasons, decided to taste the delights of cock hunting. After quite a bit of prevarication, I had eventually hooked up with a wonderful man called John who introduced me to gay sex in a delightful and addictive way.
I wanted more.
But I was still a married man and the opportunities and means of hooking up with other guys were few and far between. I had hung on for about a month before happy co-incidence of an opportune time and available place came together at once.
My friends house - while he and his wife were away on holiday and left me the keys to collect mail and feed their tropical fish and who were also blissfully unaware of my new secret interest - and my wife visiting a sick friend until late night.
I had put out feelers and messages on the site where i had joined when i met John.
But the response was underwhelming. Just two guys responded, the first, a complete stranger, supposedly new to the site called Dan, who, like me was wanting to experiment with man on man fun, and a gay guy who I was in regular online contact with called Ronni.
Ronni was the guy i really wanted to meet. We had arranged a meet previously that fell through but had exchanged phone numbers and even face pics and we both seemed to like what we saw.
But Dan the mystery man had contacted me first and I had it all arranged before Ronni got in touch.
I had tried to juggle things so that maybe I could go with both guys, but logistically it just couldn't work. So since Dan had made first contact I went with that one.
This was a huge mistake.
We met at my friends house - which as far as Dan was concerned was mine - and Dan turned out to be a bit of a grifter.
After using my naivete to con a blow job out of me (he'd a nice cock though) he had got verbal when I demanded the favour returned. I then got a little handsy with him and fired him out the door with his tail between his legs. A freshly sucked tail and all.
Now the enormity of my incompetence sank in.
He might return with some friends. He looked the sort to consort with the sort of scrote who would shank you as soon as look at you. So I was anxious to leave. I was also inexplicably horny.
It must have been the adrenaline rush, and the fact that i was ultra horny before the encounter , but I wasn't letting the sun go down on this day without going down on someone myself. And I meant someone who might appreciate it.
So I rang Ronni.
I figured there still might be enough time to hook up. And to be honest, I felt that I could do with a little tender loving after my appalling morning.
I explained the problem and happily Ronni was eager to help. If I hurried, he said, and got to his place within the half hour then we could have, maybe an hour with each other.
This wasn't just music to my ears, it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir hosannna-ing straight to my brain.
I quickly gathered my wits, tried to calm my jumpy voice and rang for a taxi. My wife had taken our car with on her visit.
The taxi wouldn't be there for 15 minutes.
Shit, shite, bugger and damn!!
This was cutting it fine. Ronni lived 4 miles away and if the taxi arrived when they said it would, i just might make it. Even if five minutes late then surely we could still have time for some hot cock action. So I used the waiting time to go and compose and freshen myself in my friends bathroom. I even gave my genitals a nice freshen with one of his flannels. And I obviously never told him about that either.
Joy of joys, the taxi came a few minutes early and a journey across town to Ronni's meant that I was impressively ultra punctual. I didnt know the number to his house, just the street name. I was to text him as soon as I arrived there. And after he checked me out secretly, i guessed, he would text me the house number.
I texted him from the corner of the street. Immediately a reply, "17".
I walked the short distance to number 17 and before I had chance to knock, the door opened and Ronni ushered me in.
"Great, you're on time but we still dont have a lot of time as my mum and dad are coming round at three.'' he said as he closed the front door behind me. He then took my hand (aww, sweet) and guided me straight upstairs to a bedroom. We then took stock of each other.
Ronni was a delightful surprise.
He looked younger than in his pics and taller too. And I liked him in his pics. He was a little younger than me, and about my height, the same colour hair - though not starting to grey like mine - in fact we were a little similar. And I was turned on to extreme levels.
And also apparently a raging narcissist to boot.
He was also a bit obviously gay. Not camp or anything, but in his looks and slight mannerisms you would know that he liked men. Even I noticed and my gaydar is totally a clusterfuck.
When i say 'took stock' the 'stock taking' lasted barely a second before we threw ourselves at each other and locked mouths like stags at rut....if stags locked mouths and not antlers, that is.
He was trying to unzip my jacket and I was trying to undo his fly and we were both trying to eat each others face.
When sanity prevailed we broke off and Ronni told me to strip, while he did the same. We now stood buck naked and both rock hard a foot or so apart. I noticed that like me, Ronni wasn't that well endowed and it made me want him just a little bit more.
"Well I didn't think we would ever meet ." he said as he stepped towards me in a way that made his cock swing a little so that it bashed into mine. I naturally recipricated and we giggled like schoolboys as we watched our dicks mildly jostle and actually get even harder than they already were.. we then quickly kissed and he surprised me by breaking the kiss to drop quickly to his knees and take my cock in his hand before putting his lips around it.
His tongue performed wonders on my shaft.
It was incredible. He stopped to say, "Now tell me if you think you're going to blow, wont you? 'cos i dont want you to just yet.''
I enthusiastically nodded. and barely seconds later had to say, "No, please stop, or else..."
He stood and laughed.
"Okay, we'll have a bit of fun," he said and motioned me to lie face down on his bed.
The bed was just covered with a sheet and a couple of beach towels.
He got out some type of oil and started rubbing it on my back.
''I hope your up for a little massage" he asked, without even giving me a chance to answer, the cheeky sod.
But I was never going to turn him down as he rubbed the lotion into my shoulders working his hands slowly all the way down my back until i felt his hand massage the oil between the cheeks of my ass.
A finger darted where no ones finger but mine had ever gone....and that was usually in search of an embarassing itch.
I was startled. He must have sensed it by the way i think I almost snapped off his fingertip with my sphincter.
I heard him laugh. "Not used to any of that then?" he said.
"Nope,'' I said, " you caught me by surprise there.''
He laughed again, "Well look, I'm not going to stick anything up there if you don't want me too. But I do want to try something. Just relax a bit.'
And he then straddled me so that I could feel his cock settle along my oily arse crack.
I felt him shift his weight as he stretched his legs out so that he was in effect, mounting me. His cock wasnt penetrating me but frotting up and down my crack.
And it was wonderful.
I must have moaned or groaned with delight because he said, ''There! I knew you'd like it!"
I tried to raise myself up slightly but felt the weight of his torso come down on my back as he firmly forced me down while slowly grinding himself into my butt. I wondered what he was up to but immediately I found out as his tongue flicked in my ear and Ronni nibbled a little on my ear lobe.
I turned my face as far as i could towards his, tongue out, waving like a poppy in a breeze in search his tongue. They met and slid around as we kissed as close as we could as he rode me.
If he had have adjusted his pelvis and penetrated me, I would not have complained. It was bliss.
I was harder than i could have believed..
He stopped, dismounted and said, "Right flip over!"
I did so, he straddled me . I felt my hardness flip up against his arse crack and a raised my hands so that the grasped his, fingers entwined.
All of a sudden he stopped.
"Shit!" he gasped and quickly jumped off both me and the bed.
"What did I do?!" I asked, paranoid.
"Oh no, its not you, its just gone a quarter past two!" he rhymed back, presumably unintentionally.
He was frantically rummaging through the pockets of his jeans that he had picked up from the floor. "I don't want to finish this now. I want a bit more time with you." he went on as he pulled out his phone and dailed a number.
"Hello mum?" i heard him say into the phone, ''Yeah, i know...look, could you and dad make it four instead of three? yeah, well I've burnt it. I thought we'd order a chinese instead... Is that okay? Yeah, okay...no problem thanks, see you at four then...love you ...bye."
He turned to me with what could only be described as a leer, cock still oily and rock hard , in spite of talking to his mother - an instant soft on for me, that is - and said, "I've got us a bit more time," and then, Tigger style , leapt, no, bounced, on top of me and started to, well, frot fucking me.
Well, the crowd went wild, as they say, if i was the crowd. I arched myself into his thrusts, our cocks, both now oiled, jabbing, sidling, flipping off of one another while Ronni and I kissed as much as we possibly could without needing oxygen.
Both of us mewling, whimpering, moaning, snarling more than a few times, and bucking and writhing on each other. Mouth on mouth, ear eyes, nostrils (whoa! steady there) every place we could put our mouths, we did, and all the time Ronni thrusting against me, and me arching against his thrusts. As if we were both trying to meld into each other.
Which is, of course, exactly what we were trying to do.
Then at some weird mutual mental signal, we grasped each other, rolled over so that I was on top, and carried on regardless.
While to us this was extremely sensual erotic stuff, to an unlucky casual bystander who might be 15ft tall and have the xray vision to see through heavy, drawn bedroom curtains, this might have looked like two oily, middle aged men wildly thrashing about on a bare bed while making idiotic sounds.
But fuck that weird tall freak, I am going with mine and Ronni's interpretation.
How long this lasted, I dont know. it seemed hours but was probably just minutes. But however long it took, pretty soon both of us were righteously tuckered out.
We stopped, panting and wheezing (me, sorry) me on top of him, looking at each other, and laughed. We then tenderly kissed like young lovers in movies, and Ronni asked, "Will you fuck me?"
Okay Billy, I said to myself, this is exactly why you got into this scene. I hadn't quite planned to rush into it in only my second encounter. Notice how I had already written off the fiasco with Dan of only less than two hours before as a non event. So I gave Ronni's question some long nanoseconds of thought before replying - possibly a little too enthusiastically - ''Fuck yeah!!"
That settled, we disentangled. I now got a little nervous. Ronni flipped over, got on all fours and with his left hand reached out and grabbed some condoms and lube from a bedside cabinet where i had not previously noticed them.
"Put this on" he said as he quit skilfully flicked a condom at me over his shoulder. I somehow caught it in mid air, which must have given me a bit of visual suaveness that i certainly wasn't feeling.
How long was it since i last put on a condom? Christ, two decades at least! No, make it three! I wasn't even sure they came wrapped in foil packets the last time I had to put one on. Since then all my encounters where with steady long term girlfriends and eventually my wife. And they weren't numerous.
Luckily Ronni hadn't noticed my gaucheness and hamfistery. He was busy applyng lube from a dispenser to his fingers and then his tight clean hole.
I managed somehow to get the sheath on somewhat semi respectably, and then I shuffled forward a bit on my knees, and Ronni presented himself and move back a litle, so that we could initiate docking procedure.
He arched his cute ass up, brought his arms back , his hands grasped his buttocks and he pulled apart his cheeks so that the target was in clear sight of the bomb aimer.
Now, i have made no secret of the fact that I am not particularly well hung. Just 5 and a half inches on a good day, and then only if you've been squinting into the sun. And in subsequent fucks, if me and my lover are off different heights, then there an amount of to-ing and fro-ing and awkward manouveuring and weird mechanics before penetration is achieved. usually thiS doesn't take too much away from the experience, but on the odd occasion it has lead to, if not unpleasantness, then a bit of regret.
Happily both Ronni and i were of identical height. But since this was my first anal, there was still a little bit of adjustment.
"Okay, ....thats it.....put it there..no,no.... back a bit, yes...ah....now ease forward slightl.....ooooh yeahhhh!"
I at last felt the tip of my dick push uits wayinto Ronnis lovely tight hole.
I was elated!
This is it!. I am now fucking a man!!
I was happy to rest it there for a bit.
'Ohhh. A bit more....plesse" he pleaded.
I very carefully eased my weight forward. I felt the rest of my shaft engulfed by his grip. Again I stopped.
This is fucking fantastic!!!
As much fun as I was was having, fingernails grow faster, and there was someone else involved who I kept forgetting about.
"Now ease back and start to fuck me," Ronni said, with the patience of a saint. It was like telling a drunk how to walk.
I really didnt want to lose the feeling of his tight as gripping my dick, but I eased back, then slowly forward.
I started a slow but steady rhythm and from the sounds Ronni was making, i was doing okay.
Gradually I built up into an , if not wild bucking, then a firm hard jog, and my host seemed mightily pleased.
Then he flattened out.
It caught me unawares, in mid reverse thrust so that i popped out of him and in thrusting forward crunched into his ass cheeks.
We both laughed. "Sorry' he said and he grabbed a pillow, put it under his stomach, and raised his butt and splayed it again with his hands.
This time I slid in much easier , and the shallower angle gave me more feeling.
I wasn't going to last long.
I was now able to kiss his neck and ears and ours and mouths met, hungrily if a little clumsily.
"Im cumming!" I gasped right in his ear, He gasped too. He arched back into me so I went in one last time as deep inside him as I could, and I came.
I gushed and flowed into him. I wished i wasnt wearing the damn condom, as i wanted to fill and possess every bit of him. He arched like an angry cat as I covered him.
I reached round and grabbed his now stiffening cock and with my other hand held his back tight into my chest and groin. I wanked him, slowly and first then harder and soon he came all over my hand and his front and onto the bed.
Our mouths were just inches apart and we were both spent. we could taste each others hot panting breathes and were both too exhausted to do anything else but stay locked in a sticky embrace as one.
Weof course had to clean up.
We both had a quick shower together, but shower sex isnt really a thing in a normal sized shower stall outside of porn and movies and apart from a bit of passionate kissing we were both too knackered to go further.
I dressed, he phoned me a taxi we kissed a bit again and the taxi came to take me home before his parent arrived for sunday dinner.
We've met twice since. Once a quickie a few weeks later, the other all afternoon, and they were both great, but nothing close to the first time that Sunday. I haven't seen him for about two years now.I believe he's moved. I do hope he's happy wherever he is.
As for Dan, from way back, who you've probably already forgotten about....like I did. It turned out he was a known pest on that site. His MO was to meet up, get sucked off, and if the chance arose steal or swipe something from the unlucky victim and leg it. Knowing that it was unlikely the police would be called. I heard he got a beating occasionally though. He was always getting banned from the site as soon as he was sussed but was savvy enough to keep rejoining with new IPs. You soon learned to sniff him out though. I was a fool naive noob that fell for it and was lucky enough to come out uns**thed apart from a bruised ego and a difficult learning experience.
My mates house never was bothered again either. I didnt have to worry about that. Though I did for quite a while. My mate moved house two years later and never experienced anything untoward.
And I still always think of that fortuitous Sunday with Ronni.
The whole situation stunk worse than 6 day old fish.
I collapsed into my friend's couch.
I had just come off the phone to Ronni for some reassurance.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to settle my nerves.
About 10 minutes before I had had to end a disasterous encounter with a ghastly little wastrel called Dan. It had gone badly....it could have gone worse, but it seemed bad enough at the time.
What happened was...and its all laid out in probably too much detail in the first instalment of my second gay encounter - Close Encounters of the Second Time: The First second Time...sorry, lets get back on track. What happened was this.
I wanted to have some fun with a guy for only the second time.
At the late age of 51 I had, for various reasons, decided to taste the delights of cock hunting. After quite a bit of prevarication, I had eventually hooked up with a wonderful man called John who introduced me to gay sex in a delightful and addictive way.
I wanted more.
But I was still a married man and the opportunities and means of hooking up with other guys were few and far between. I had hung on for about a month before happy co-incidence of an opportune time and available place came together at once.
My friends house - while he and his wife were away on holiday and left me the keys to collect mail and feed their tropical fish and who were also blissfully unaware of my new secret interest - and my wife visiting a sick friend until late night.
I had put out feelers and messages on the site where i had joined when i met John.
But the response was underwhelming. Just two guys responded, the first, a complete stranger, supposedly new to the site called Dan, who, like me was wanting to experiment with man on man fun, and a gay guy who I was in regular online contact with called Ronni.
Ronni was the guy i really wanted to meet. We had arranged a meet previously that fell through but had exchanged phone numbers and even face pics and we both seemed to like what we saw.
But Dan the mystery man had contacted me first and I had it all arranged before Ronni got in touch.
I had tried to juggle things so that maybe I could go with both guys, but logistically it just couldn't work. So since Dan had made first contact I went with that one.
This was a huge mistake.
We met at my friends house - which as far as Dan was concerned was mine - and Dan turned out to be a bit of a grifter.
After using my naivete to con a blow job out of me (he'd a nice cock though) he had got verbal when I demanded the favour returned. I then got a little handsy with him and fired him out the door with his tail between his legs. A freshly sucked tail and all.
Now the enormity of my incompetence sank in.
He might return with some friends. He looked the sort to consort with the sort of scrote who would shank you as soon as look at you. So I was anxious to leave. I was also inexplicably horny.
It must have been the adrenaline rush, and the fact that i was ultra horny before the encounter , but I wasn't letting the sun go down on this day without going down on someone myself. And I meant someone who might appreciate it.
So I rang Ronni.
I figured there still might be enough time to hook up. And to be honest, I felt that I could do with a little tender loving after my appalling morning.
I explained the problem and happily Ronni was eager to help. If I hurried, he said, and got to his place within the half hour then we could have, maybe an hour with each other.
This wasn't just music to my ears, it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir hosannna-ing straight to my brain.
I quickly gathered my wits, tried to calm my jumpy voice and rang for a taxi. My wife had taken our car with on her visit.
The taxi wouldn't be there for 15 minutes.
Shit, shite, bugger and damn!!
This was cutting it fine. Ronni lived 4 miles away and if the taxi arrived when they said it would, i just might make it. Even if five minutes late then surely we could still have time for some hot cock action. So I used the waiting time to go and compose and freshen myself in my friends bathroom. I even gave my genitals a nice freshen with one of his flannels. And I obviously never told him about that either.
Joy of joys, the taxi came a few minutes early and a journey across town to Ronni's meant that I was impressively ultra punctual. I didnt know the number to his house, just the street name. I was to text him as soon as I arrived there. And after he checked me out secretly, i guessed, he would text me the house number.
I texted him from the corner of the street. Immediately a reply, "17".
I walked the short distance to number 17 and before I had chance to knock, the door opened and Ronni ushered me in.
"Great, you're on time but we still dont have a lot of time as my mum and dad are coming round at three.'' he said as he closed the front door behind me. He then took my hand (aww, sweet) and guided me straight upstairs to a bedroom. We then took stock of each other.
Ronni was a delightful surprise.
He looked younger than in his pics and taller too. And I liked him in his pics. He was a little younger than me, and about my height, the same colour hair - though not starting to grey like mine - in fact we were a little similar. And I was turned on to extreme levels.
And also apparently a raging narcissist to boot.
He was also a bit obviously gay. Not camp or anything, but in his looks and slight mannerisms you would know that he liked men. Even I noticed and my gaydar is totally a clusterfuck.
When i say 'took stock' the 'stock taking' lasted barely a second before we threw ourselves at each other and locked mouths like stags at rut....if stags locked mouths and not antlers, that is.
He was trying to unzip my jacket and I was trying to undo his fly and we were both trying to eat each others face.
When sanity prevailed we broke off and Ronni told me to strip, while he did the same. We now stood buck naked and both rock hard a foot or so apart. I noticed that like me, Ronni wasn't that well endowed and it made me want him just a little bit more.
"Well I didn't think we would ever meet ." he said as he stepped towards me in a way that made his cock swing a little so that it bashed into mine. I naturally recipricated and we giggled like schoolboys as we watched our dicks mildly jostle and actually get even harder than they already were.. we then quickly kissed and he surprised me by breaking the kiss to drop quickly to his knees and take my cock in his hand before putting his lips around it.
His tongue performed wonders on my shaft.
It was incredible. He stopped to say, "Now tell me if you think you're going to blow, wont you? 'cos i dont want you to just yet.''
I enthusiastically nodded. and barely seconds later had to say, "No, please stop, or else..."
He stood and laughed.
"Okay, we'll have a bit of fun," he said and motioned me to lie face down on his bed.
The bed was just covered with a sheet and a couple of beach towels.
He got out some type of oil and started rubbing it on my back.
''I hope your up for a little massage" he asked, without even giving me a chance to answer, the cheeky sod.
But I was never going to turn him down as he rubbed the lotion into my shoulders working his hands slowly all the way down my back until i felt his hand massage the oil between the cheeks of my ass.
A finger darted where no ones finger but mine had ever gone....and that was usually in search of an embarassing itch.
I was startled. He must have sensed it by the way i think I almost snapped off his fingertip with my sphincter.
I heard him laugh. "Not used to any of that then?" he said.
"Nope,'' I said, " you caught me by surprise there.''
He laughed again, "Well look, I'm not going to stick anything up there if you don't want me too. But I do want to try something. Just relax a bit.'
And he then straddled me so that I could feel his cock settle along my oily arse crack.
I felt him shift his weight as he stretched his legs out so that he was in effect, mounting me. His cock wasnt penetrating me but frotting up and down my crack.
And it was wonderful.
I must have moaned or groaned with delight because he said, ''There! I knew you'd like it!"
I tried to raise myself up slightly but felt the weight of his torso come down on my back as he firmly forced me down while slowly grinding himself into my butt. I wondered what he was up to but immediately I found out as his tongue flicked in my ear and Ronni nibbled a little on my ear lobe.
I turned my face as far as i could towards his, tongue out, waving like a poppy in a breeze in search his tongue. They met and slid around as we kissed as close as we could as he rode me.
If he had have adjusted his pelvis and penetrated me, I would not have complained. It was bliss.
I was harder than i could have believed..
He stopped, dismounted and said, "Right flip over!"
I did so, he straddled me . I felt my hardness flip up against his arse crack and a raised my hands so that the grasped his, fingers entwined.
All of a sudden he stopped.
"Shit!" he gasped and quickly jumped off both me and the bed.
"What did I do?!" I asked, paranoid.
"Oh no, its not you, its just gone a quarter past two!" he rhymed back, presumably unintentionally.
He was frantically rummaging through the pockets of his jeans that he had picked up from the floor. "I don't want to finish this now. I want a bit more time with you." he went on as he pulled out his phone and dailed a number.
"Hello mum?" i heard him say into the phone, ''Yeah, i know...look, could you and dad make it four instead of three? yeah, well I've burnt it. I thought we'd order a chinese instead... Is that okay? Yeah, okay...no problem thanks, see you at four then...love you ...bye."
He turned to me with what could only be described as a leer, cock still oily and rock hard , in spite of talking to his mother - an instant soft on for me, that is - and said, "I've got us a bit more time," and then, Tigger style , leapt, no, bounced, on top of me and started to, well, frot fucking me.
Well, the crowd went wild, as they say, if i was the crowd. I arched myself into his thrusts, our cocks, both now oiled, jabbing, sidling, flipping off of one another while Ronni and I kissed as much as we possibly could without needing oxygen.
Both of us mewling, whimpering, moaning, snarling more than a few times, and bucking and writhing on each other. Mouth on mouth, ear eyes, nostrils (whoa! steady there) every place we could put our mouths, we did, and all the time Ronni thrusting against me, and me arching against his thrusts. As if we were both trying to meld into each other.
Which is, of course, exactly what we were trying to do.
Then at some weird mutual mental signal, we grasped each other, rolled over so that I was on top, and carried on regardless.
While to us this was extremely sensual erotic stuff, to an unlucky casual bystander who might be 15ft tall and have the xray vision to see through heavy, drawn bedroom curtains, this might have looked like two oily, middle aged men wildly thrashing about on a bare bed while making idiotic sounds.
But fuck that weird tall freak, I am going with mine and Ronni's interpretation.
How long this lasted, I dont know. it seemed hours but was probably just minutes. But however long it took, pretty soon both of us were righteously tuckered out.
We stopped, panting and wheezing (me, sorry) me on top of him, looking at each other, and laughed. We then tenderly kissed like young lovers in movies, and Ronni asked, "Will you fuck me?"
Okay Billy, I said to myself, this is exactly why you got into this scene. I hadn't quite planned to rush into it in only my second encounter. Notice how I had already written off the fiasco with Dan of only less than two hours before as a non event. So I gave Ronni's question some long nanoseconds of thought before replying - possibly a little too enthusiastically - ''Fuck yeah!!"
That settled, we disentangled. I now got a little nervous. Ronni flipped over, got on all fours and with his left hand reached out and grabbed some condoms and lube from a bedside cabinet where i had not previously noticed them.
"Put this on" he said as he quit skilfully flicked a condom at me over his shoulder. I somehow caught it in mid air, which must have given me a bit of visual suaveness that i certainly wasn't feeling.
How long was it since i last put on a condom? Christ, two decades at least! No, make it three! I wasn't even sure they came wrapped in foil packets the last time I had to put one on. Since then all my encounters where with steady long term girlfriends and eventually my wife. And they weren't numerous.
Luckily Ronni hadn't noticed my gaucheness and hamfistery. He was busy applyng lube from a dispenser to his fingers and then his tight clean hole.
I managed somehow to get the sheath on somewhat semi respectably, and then I shuffled forward a bit on my knees, and Ronni presented himself and move back a litle, so that we could initiate docking procedure.
He arched his cute ass up, brought his arms back , his hands grasped his buttocks and he pulled apart his cheeks so that the target was in clear sight of the bomb aimer.
Now, i have made no secret of the fact that I am not particularly well hung. Just 5 and a half inches on a good day, and then only if you've been squinting into the sun. And in subsequent fucks, if me and my lover are off different heights, then there an amount of to-ing and fro-ing and awkward manouveuring and weird mechanics before penetration is achieved. usually thiS doesn't take too much away from the experience, but on the odd occasion it has lead to, if not unpleasantness, then a bit of regret.
Happily both Ronni and i were of identical height. But since this was my first anal, there was still a little bit of adjustment.
"Okay, ....thats it.....put it there..no,no.... back a bit, yes...ah....now ease forward slightl.....ooooh yeahhhh!"
I at last felt the tip of my dick push uits wayinto Ronnis lovely tight hole.
I was elated!
This is it!. I am now fucking a man!!
I was happy to rest it there for a bit.
'Ohhh. A bit more....plesse" he pleaded.
I very carefully eased my weight forward. I felt the rest of my shaft engulfed by his grip. Again I stopped.
This is fucking fantastic!!!
As much fun as I was was having, fingernails grow faster, and there was someone else involved who I kept forgetting about.
"Now ease back and start to fuck me," Ronni said, with the patience of a saint. It was like telling a drunk how to walk.
I really didnt want to lose the feeling of his tight as gripping my dick, but I eased back, then slowly forward.
I started a slow but steady rhythm and from the sounds Ronni was making, i was doing okay.
Gradually I built up into an , if not wild bucking, then a firm hard jog, and my host seemed mightily pleased.
Then he flattened out.
It caught me unawares, in mid reverse thrust so that i popped out of him and in thrusting forward crunched into his ass cheeks.
We both laughed. "Sorry' he said and he grabbed a pillow, put it under his stomach, and raised his butt and splayed it again with his hands.
This time I slid in much easier , and the shallower angle gave me more feeling.
I wasn't going to last long.
I was now able to kiss his neck and ears and ours and mouths met, hungrily if a little clumsily.
"Im cumming!" I gasped right in his ear, He gasped too. He arched back into me so I went in one last time as deep inside him as I could, and I came.
I gushed and flowed into him. I wished i wasnt wearing the damn condom, as i wanted to fill and possess every bit of him. He arched like an angry cat as I covered him.
I reached round and grabbed his now stiffening cock and with my other hand held his back tight into my chest and groin. I wanked him, slowly and first then harder and soon he came all over my hand and his front and onto the bed.
Our mouths were just inches apart and we were both spent. we could taste each others hot panting breathes and were both too exhausted to do anything else but stay locked in a sticky embrace as one.
Weof course had to clean up.
We both had a quick shower together, but shower sex isnt really a thing in a normal sized shower stall outside of porn and movies and apart from a bit of passionate kissing we were both too knackered to go further.
I dressed, he phoned me a taxi we kissed a bit again and the taxi came to take me home before his parent arrived for sunday dinner.
We've met twice since. Once a quickie a few weeks later, the other all afternoon, and they were both great, but nothing close to the first time that Sunday. I haven't seen him for about two years now.I believe he's moved. I do hope he's happy wherever he is.
As for Dan, from way back, who you've probably already forgotten about....like I did. It turned out he was a known pest on that site. His MO was to meet up, get sucked off, and if the chance arose steal or swipe something from the unlucky victim and leg it. Knowing that it was unlikely the police would be called. I heard he got a beating occasionally though. He was always getting banned from the site as soon as he was sussed but was savvy enough to keep rejoining with new IPs. You soon learned to sniff him out though. I was a fool naive noob that fell for it and was lucky enough to come out uns**thed apart from a bruised ego and a difficult learning experience.
My mates house never was bothered again either. I didnt have to worry about that. Though I did for quite a while. My mate moved house two years later and never experienced anything untoward.
And I still always think of that fortuitous Sunday with Ronni.
Valentina
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