Those Days. [M50.M33] [gay][anal]
I stood in the kitchen with a Riedel glass of Clare Valley Reisling in my right hand. Chilled to exactly 7.5 degrees after all we are not heathens. In my left hand I held two blue PrEP pills.
Looking up I saw the large wall clock at the end of the dining room made out of reclaimed timber. It looked like it belonged in a beach house that's painted white with blue trim. The ones people call cute but is really tacky.
The clock is the last vestige of my ex partner who I told to leave just over 12 months ago. A few weeks after she left I filled a life long fantasy of fucking a trans girl to see if I am really bi. I still think about her on her back hands on the back of her knees pulling them towards her face and lifting her butt slightly off the bed. I stroked her cock with the same rhythm I was fucking her tight ass with.
In the few months after that I'd fucked straight men, gay men, trans women and trans men. I called trans man bear because of his flat slightly hairy chest and beard.
They all had names. Princess, slut, sissy, fuck boy and more. I never used real names. To hard to remember .
It was bear who made me realise I'm gay. Grindr and sniffies have been like an endless all you can eat buffet since then. Two, three, four a week sometimes two at a time. Quantity over quality.
I take the pills and walk to the bedroom. The latest is standing next to the bed naked and I stop to drink him in with my eyes. That perfect body somewhere between toned and ripped which was a jarring comparison to his overly feminine and submissive personality.
As I take a mouthful of wine I run my hand down his abs and give his semi hard cock a squeeze . Setting the glass down on the the glass on the bedside table I kneel down and take is cock in my mouth. His breath hitched as he felt the cold wine in my mouth. I savoured the taste of wine and his cock while teasing him.
Standing up I layed down on the bed and he followed grabbing my cock and sucking on it like it was his first lollipop. What he lacked in experience he made up with enthusiasm, sliding down the shaft till he gagged and then coming up to tongue the tip.
Sitting up he straddled me grabbing the lube off the bedhead. I told him to turn around so I could watch that ass. I don't think my seven and a half inch cock is anything special. It's as straight as it can get, perfect skin tone and not to veiny. It's the girth that gets them. He takes the tip. Then an inch. Then two inches slowly rising up and pushing down to get more. He is hungry for all of it now and when he reaches the bottom of my shaft he wriggles a little as of to settle the cock inside of him.
He rises until I I see the whole shaft except the tip and then he slides all the way down. He speeds up in his excitement. I slap him on the hip and tell him to slow down. Chided he slows down pouting till he almost stops.
I sit up and wrap my left arm around him just above the hips. My right hand Pushs between his shoulder blades and I'm flip him onto his knees face down on the sheets without pulling out. My hands on his back I ride him hard as if to chastise him for his pouting.
My hands move to the sides of his hips. I can see the sweat on his back matching the sweat running down my chest. I pull his hips backwards as I thrust forwards. Momentum has gone. The rhythmic slap of our bodies has become chaotic. His back arch's and his body convulses as thick jets of cum explodes onto the sheets.
He tries to pull away from the pounding. He is done. But I'm not done. I grip his hips harder. Push my cock deeper and faster. He moans in that space between pleasure and pain. He whimpers. He has had enough and that is what makes me thrust as deep as I can and I stop as my cock convulses warm cum all over his insides.
He collapses. A sweaty mess of pure bliss. I take a sip of now warm wine. I'm disappointed. Not in guy in my bed but the warm wine.
When his panting slows I say to him "shower" and grab his hand and half pull him of the bed.
In the shower I clean ever inch of his body giving him the love that all bottoms should get because of the effort they put in. When I see his back I start getting hard. I want to go again in the shower but I know that it's just going to hurt him.
Back in bed he lays there. I can feel his confusion, his insecurities. He wants me to tell him he is a good boy. He wants hear me say how good a fuck he is. Instead I reach over with one hand and start playing with he sparce hair on his chest.