We chatted a couple times, most of it exploring sexual scenarios. It was clear that Mark was wealthy. And that was confirmed when offered me a airline ticket, prepaid to meet him for a party out in California, for one day. I didn't believe it at first, but I made the phone call to Delta and confirmed it. I took him up on it. I flew from Cincinnati to San Francisco that Saturday and didn't get into San Francisco until 01:15 A.M Saturday morning. That was like 4:15 a.m. in Ohio time. He didn't meet me at the airport, and the trains weren't running regularly, so I didn't get to his place until something like 3:30 Pacific Time.
Mark lived in a condo building. I buzzed his condo from the lobby for about five minutes. I was sure I had the right place and right buzzer because it was all marked pretty clearly. I knew I couldn't have the date wrong because he reserved the friggen ticket. So I just kept buzzing. After about ten minutes he came to the intercom and told me the code to get up through the elevator.
Mark had an incredible place. The view from the windows was rather industrial at that time of the morning, but the interior and furnishings were opulent. This guy did all right, for sure.
I was ready to crash, and he let me. All I had with me was a gym bag with a few things. So I just laid-out on the couch and fell asleep. I don't know what time it was. Probably 4:00 a.m. before I fell asleep.
He woke me up at about noon to go to the party he had mentioned. I was my usual incoherent self after too little sleep and jet lag, but I managed to stumble around enough to get my teeth brushed and and I started to get dressed. He didn't tell me to bring any good clothes, so all I had were my jeans, sneakers and two tshirts. He said that was fine so I expected it was a casual barbeque or something.
I was wrong, it was a garden party with mixed couples, most of them nicely dressed. They were mostly middle aged, although some of the gay couples were more varied in age range. Some of the women had floral sundresses on, and nearly every man had on slacks, a belt, nice shoes....I felt like an idiot.
Mark let me off the hook by not introducing me to everyone. And I got to wander around and look at the garden. It was more like an estate. The party was centered around the fountain. I wondered whether the owner was famous. The tables were layed out with some really nice cold food, and there was a table with about twenty different bottles of wine set-up with a stack of wine glasses about three feet high. I knew what to do with that.
I walked around and looked at the valley over the garden ledge, drank red Napa valley wine, and was seriously contemplating finding a corner and getting some more sleep. But Mark approached and put his arm around me. That was the first time I actually got to touch him. It woke me up pretty clearly. He had me taste the wine he had, and he tasted mine. Then he kissed me. Right in front of all those people I didn't know, he kissed me slowly and thoroughly. When we seperated a bit, I looked around; nobody was paying any attention to us. Mark put his wine glass down and had me do the same, and he led me to a terrace where some mixed couples were dancing to some Brazilian-sounding music. Mark enveloped me in his arms and we started to sway to the music. I was stiff and nervous at first, not being the dancer-type, but the wine and fatigue loosened me-up a bit, and I started to get into it. I laid my head against Mark's shoulder and just sort went along for the ride.
Mark pressed against me, and the warmth of his body had the expected effect. My blue jeans were too tight for a comfortable hardon. Marks hands explored my butt cheeks and pulled me closer together so that our crotches were snug against each other's right thigh. He kissed me again. I had to reach down and loosen the top of my jeans for a second so my hardon could straighten, He laughed about that, and slid his hand up the back of my shirt.
We made out and danced like that, pausing to drink the wine. I was enjoying the buzz and the hardon, and Mark's kisses and attention.
He left me standing there for a minute while he refilled both of our glasses. Damn, that wine was good. We embraced, made out, and drank until I was unsteady on my feet. But I didn't care. I was almost asleep on Mark's shoulder for a second when he reached down and undid my jeans button and unzipped me. I was shy about the exposure and tried to press against him to hide the obvious, but instead he turned me around, with my pants undone for everyone to see. There really wasn't anyone nearby, but I was still nervous. Mark's hands started to work again. He slid his fingertips all over my belly and chest, and teased my nipples. He knew from our chatting about my nipples. He tugged my jeans down a bit, with my boxers with them, and I was abruptly free of constraint, and exposed to the afternoon sun.
Mark kissed my ear, and tongued its depths, while his fingertips lightly circled my nipples. I stuckout like a flagpole. I didn't care who saw me. I was horny and this gorgeous man was doing me. I wanted it all.
Mark said, 'Baby, you really need to be fucked, do you know that?', but he didn't give me a chance to answer; he kissed me and tongued my mouth in the deepest of kisses. I felt my spine go limp. I imagined he was holding me up. When he freed my mouth I could only say 'OK' stupidly. But he got the idea. We walked to the pool area. there were a couple people on chaise lounges sunbathing, and one couple doing a blowjob on the poolside. I wanted to watch, of course, but Mark led me into the pool house..
Mark shut the door, He threw a chaise lounge cushion on the floor and took off his clothes. I watched him take most of his clothes off, until he paused and looked at me and silently raised his eyebrows quizzical look. I got the message and undressed. We were finally naked in front of each other, the way we had imagined in our chat sessions.
I knew what to do next. I kneeled on the cushion. I took his cock and caressed and kissed it. I wanted it completely hard and ready. Within a few minutes Mark settled into the warmth of my mouth and I could feel his rhythm start to form.
I asked him in the voice he liked from our chat sessions: 'will you fuck me?' He silently smiled and reached into his shorts pockets and found a condom. He opened it while I made sure he stayed firm with my mouth. We slipped it on with lots of tongue encouragement. he guided me down to the mattress and laid me on my back. He knew what and how I wanted it. Exactly.
He raised my legs back so that my knees were close to my shoulders, and knelt between my thighs. he stroked his condomed hardon and kept it firm. I arched-up to touch him, and my anus met his shaft tip. He pushed against me and we settled back down to the cushion with my back. He pushed. I watched his face. He looked into my eyes and pushed, and pushed. And I began to open. I felt the head enter. He stopped. I squeezed. It hurt, in sprite of my stoic face. 'Do it' I said, in an almost challenging voice. 'Fuck me'. He pushed again. I had taken things before, hairbrush handles and the like, but this was bigger, perfect. It hurt but didn't hurt. I loved it. I had always known I would. And he wanted me. He took me completely. I fucked with him. Hard, then soft, fast strokes, slow long strokes. He would slip-out of me with a gasp, and re-enter me with my gasp. He began to develop a faster rhythm, and I settled back to enjoy his orgasm.
Mark was going to come soon. I watched his face, and saw him smiling, glancing down between wincing. He had kept his hand off my cock for the most part, but now he held me. He squeezed it, milked it, while he fucked me. It was all I needed. I cried out that I was cumming, and he released my cock. I spasmed but withheld the orgasm for a moment watching my own cock bounce with his pounding....only a drop of semen fell, the gush was suppressed for the moment. Mark felt my squeezing on his cock and went over the top. He started to shout 'Oh yeah, Oh yeah'. He held my cock again and fucked me furiously while I humped against his warm hand. It was a violent ending. We screamed together as we came together. I shot all over my chest in gobs, and Mark did likewise inside my rectum. He collapsed on me and I held him.
Just as when I masturbate though, the semen on my chest quickly becomes cold and clammy. I guess I'm not an afterglow lingerer. He lifted himself up with my semen in his chest hair, and I licked-off what I could. He withdrew with one final gasp, and we began our cleanup to return to the party.
Mark and I didn't have time for a subsequent encounter that day, as my flight back was late Saturday night and the rest of the evening we were always in a hurry it seems. I slept like a baby on that flight though.