Truth Is Better Than Fiction

Welcome back Mark, my married man friend from NYC.  He decided to share about his most recent hook up.

Received a response to a post from a guy who said he was 38, 6’2”, 210 lbs and who would love to bottom for a hung guy. We struck up a good email exchange, then phone exchange and agreed to meet up. He sent a pic of his spread ass which was incredibly hot but couldn’t send a face pic because of his job. When we spoke, he told me he was active duty, and knowing many military guys and am very familiar with that whole deal, I decided to meet him without seeing his face (which I rarely do).

So my engines are juiced and happen to drop a line with the ass pic to my good friend and told him how hard it was to concentrate on work, knowing I was going to be on this ass in a few hours.

He responded that the pic looked fake.

Fuck.

So I sent the guy a note and asked to meet him at a Starbucks in the city. My game plan was to hook up with him, hit a business dinner and then crash in a hotel in town for the night.

Now, not knowing what to expect, was kind of half-thinking that this was going to be a bust. I walk into Starbucks and since no one had their pants at their ankles showing me their shaved hole, I couldn’t really tell if the guy was there or not.

I grab an iced tea and pick up the Times, when I feel a hand on my elbow. I turn and this nice looking guy, dark hair, chest hair that was tufted up and above his collar line, a couple of days growth, says, “Hey Mark, it’s me man.” I know in an instant that the pic is not real.

He isn’t 6’2”, and he isn’t 210lbs. So I say, “Hey man, just curious, why did you send me a pic of someone else?”

He looked down and I could see his shoulders sink and went on to nervously explain how nervous he was at being discovered etc.

So I said, “Tell me the difference between a brigade and a battalion.”

Blank stare.

“Which branch of service would you find at Camp Lejeune?”

Exhale.

Maybe because I felt forewarned, maybe I was just confusing horniness with aggression, but I got pissed.

So I said, “Look, I have a business dinner and am staying at the W on Union Square. Get your shit together and if you are seriously interested in getting together, meet me at the W’s bar at 10:00."

As I walked away, I thought to myself, why would a good looking guy do that? Was I just being a prick? Maybe it was the lying about the military that annoyed me. Anyway, I wasn’t three blocks away when I got a text that he would meet me at the W later. Yeah, we’ll see.

Half-way through the dinner, I get another text, “Hey Mark. Look I’m sorry for shit earlier. Let me start over. I’ll see you at the bar.”

I got up from the dinner to use the head and hell if there wasn’t a wet spot in my shorts. The kind of wet I get from just being horny, not necessarily being hard and leaking.

I’m finishing dinner and I’m thinking to myself, why am I giving this guy shit for lying?  My friend asked me if I was going home to my family after potentially hooking up with this guy. Was that weighing on me? I am a married guy who is fucking guys on the side. Who the fuck am I to challenge someone on this?

I was half hoping that he wasn’t going to be there. As is true of most bars at the W Hotels, they are always jammed. A room full of beautiful people looking to meet each other in a city that is ideally suited for fucking. And there I am, scanning the bar for him. And there he is. I approach him. I can see the slight tremor in his smile as he stands to shake my hand. He’s showered and dressed in a nice suit, crisp white shirt that shows off his pecs very nicely. He introduces himself as Chris, from Indianapolis. He sits back at his bar stool (he had to have been here awhile to get this I think) and I look down at his furry chest, his nice mouth and a wave of desire washes over me.

I apologize for giving him a hard time but I am curious as to why he would choose to send pics not remotely close to his appearance.

We make some small talk and finish our drinks and I can’t help looking at that damn tuft of fur at the base of his neck. It is like fucking kryptonite to me. It weakens all my defenses, which I share with him as we head upstairs.

As I stood there kissing him deeply and massaging his ass cheeks, I couldn’t help but lowering my face to his chest. Warm and furry and hearing him moan made me painfully erect.

Without unbuckling his belt or undoing his pants, I reached a hand in under his waistbands and was glad to feel a nice furry ass but laughed to myself as the pic he sent was of an ass as smooth as stone.

But the real surprise, as he dropped his pants, was he was totally shaved around his cock. I asked him why he shaved there and no where else and he explained that his wife’s pussy was shaved and his pubes chafed her while they fucked so he kept it shaved as well.

I brought him over to the bed and stood in front of him and slowly guided my fat dick in his mouth. He gave some great head, spitting on my shaft the way I like, massaging my nuts and reaching up and running his hands over my chest. He periodically would start to jack me, which I hate, and I swatted his hands away and brought his mouth back on me.

Just looking at the way his legs were spread and the way his ass flared out as he sucked me made me want his ass again.

But sometimes I like to sort of edge myself, so I pushed him back and took his smooth spongy dick in my mouth and started to blow him. He immediately reached his hands over his head and stretched, which I like and put his feet on my shoulders. I could feel him leaking his precum and feel his thighs push up in the air, so I knew I was getting him close.

I flipped him over and with my thumbs on either side of his hole, pulled his cheeks wide  and stuck my tongue in deep.

His knees instinctively shot forward so I had to grab his thighs and keep him planted for a good tongue fucking.

When I was ready to enter him, he turned to look at me and I grabbed his head and shoved him face first down into the bed. When I entered him for the first time and felt that heat, tighten on my dick head, I felt a second wave hit me – and almost made me dizzy. I’m not sure if it was the curve of my dick or the slope of his ass, but I really felt pressure on my dickhead with each thrust, kind of like Chris’s ass had a separate sucking mechanism just on my head. It took several re-lubes before I got into a comfortable rhythm and man was his ass good to plow.

I kept inching him forward after I flipped him on his back and had pinned him against the headboard. His chest was wet and felt amazing on mine as I pummeled into him. I was in the zone and am not sure how many times he said, “Mark you are hurting me,” me before I realized what he was saying and assumed he meant from my dick. I said, “Chris, just breathe in as I push deeper and exhale as I pull out, it will be OK.” I heard him laugh and looked down as he punched my chest, and said smiling,” No douche bag, you are banging my head against this headboard.” Smiling I re-positioned him and he mistakenly thought I was going to go easier and then really started pummeling him. I’m not even sure how long I had been fucking him when I felt like I needed to blow and blow hard. He asked me not to cum inside him, so I pulled out and shot all over his chest and cock. He had been stroking and I could tell he wanted to unleash, so I lowered my head, tasting my own seed on his cock and felt him erupt in my mouth.

We lay there, making out and eventually spooned him from behind, my cock nestled in his ass and my right hand holding his cock and nuts. We talked about the “married” thing and I started giving him shit about sending me fake pics and it turned into some playful wrestling and more sex. This time I flooded his ass as he sat on my cock and later felt it leak out of him.

Later when we slept, this time him draped across my back as I slept on my stomach, I thought of the two guys who had my back that day. They guy who’s hairy chest I could feel on me and the friend who earlier had wisely cautioned me to be careful.

I’m a pretty lucky guy.