A Nice Thing A true account By Billy Jay Dee
I admired the waiter's ass, broad shoulders and height as he leaned across our table Tuesday morning. He had a wide belly and auburn page boy haircut. A quick glance at his nametag told me he was George. He was having a bad morning and I didn't think propositioning him while standing amongst my co-workers a good idea.
We played phone tag most the day when he could take calls in the restaurant and I could sneak out of my meeting. However, by the end of the day, my pager held directions to his new apartment. I could tell from his voice, it had been one of those days.
The taxi driver dropped me right at the front door. Through the open door and curtainless window I could see him look up from the television and smile. The place was a disaster in the process of being unpacked.
George has a wide round face that blooms when he is happy. He was happy.
I kissed him quickly in case someone walked by. As I took a seat, I noticed he wore a long sleeved t-shirt and boxers. He moaned about his day and touched me as he talked. I kept trying to change the subject and finally Succeeded by admiring a big box of unpacked videos.
"Got any good ones?" I asked.
"Yeah."
He put in a video to entertain me while he showered. It starred ludricously well hung, muscled fashion models with perfect hair in every scene and bad attitudes, fucking and sucking one another. There was not a condom in sight the studs were fucking bareback.
George made his shower short and returned wearing it seemed nothing but the shirt. He laid his hand across my shoulder and stood behind me watching the televison. I reached up from the couch and lifted the hem of his shirt. A black speedo. Bummer.
"I'd like to do a little more but the curtains are open," I said.
"There's always my bedroom."
"I thought you'd never ask." I followed him into the litter- and clothes-strewn room. He stopped before the single mattress lying on the floor. I reached up his shirt for his fat boy titties and kissed the small of his neck. He positively purred and pushed the crack of his ass into my crotch while I was kissing and licking his neck. He stretched his neck back and kissed me on the lips in appreciation. When he did I reached for the speedos. He was hard. His dick is little and brown.
He usually perfers bottom, but agreed to top for me. As I rubbed his crotch, he pushed his cock into my cupped right hand, then reached behind and unbuttoned my pants. Once he got my dick out he turned to kiss me with his big wet lips and as he stroked us both.
"I want that up my ass," I stated, stripping out of my remaining clothes.
He pushed me to my knees, and after a few minutes of my lips slurping on the head and tongue running up and down the shaft, he pulled me up and headed me for the bare mattress.
"All fours," he directed then spread my knees even further apart to get his wide body between my thighs. He spit on his cock.
As he lined up the head I said, "I've got rubbers and KY."
"Where?" he asked.
I got up on the mattress, turned and stuck my dick in his mouth. After a few reassuring strokes by his pink tongue, I pulled the supplies out of my pants pocket. Assuming the position again, I lowered my ass and shoved. His prick is only six inches and not thick so I was not expecting any difficulties. Maybe because it was sharp, or else I underestimated the amount of damage a big boy can do. But I did not prepare, and it hurt bad as he entered and started to stroke, but I decided to take it like a man. I had to grab the mattress to keep us from falling off as he pounded into me. Eventually my knee hit the floor, repositioning us, so that he went all the way in. I now felt great. I laid there pressed to the mattress as his sweaty chest and sweaty heavy belly. He was grinning away (a very happy boy!) and I was drooling in delight.
When he plopped out of me he apologized for being exhausted and unable to keep it up any longer. He put a condom that had been laying on the floor on his dildo and started working my butt as I laid on my back and he pumped his cock. But a dildo rather than a cock up my butt is like jerking off rather than fucking a tight hole. So, I said no thanks. He apologized and lay down next to me. I said I'd gotten what I wanted. No reason to apologize.
"Come here," he asked and pulled me on top him. I laid all my 180 pounds on him and returned to kissing and growling in the hollow of his neck, until he convulsed beneath in a fit of giggles and pleaded with me to stop.
Lifting his ankles to his ears I licked up and down his shaft then dry humped until we were both talking about cumming. I braced his ankles on my shoulder and bent over him as we pounded away. He closed his eyes at the moment of climax and opened them to see me coming, too. My copious expulsion of white juice pooled in the crevices above his stomach, slimed his inner thighs, frosted the fuzz on his balls and coated his limp dick.
The nice thing about making love to a guy is that afterwards, there's none of that cuddling and talking.
To the moans of delight and groans of discomfort coming from the fashion models in the next room, we drifted off to sleep.