Squirt Time Chapter 1
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Squirt Time
By Paul S. Stevens
It was early in the evening on New Years Eve, December 31, 2013 and it was swiftly heading for 2014. I was at home and going through my list of e-mail messages on my computer when I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. In the list of new e-mail deliveries, I saw that I had a new message waiting for me from Squirt.org and it was not from "Dick Hunter", the site's fictitious mascot offering a premium package upgrade for `half off'.
Four years ago, I decided that I needed some companionship in my life after my wife had passed away. I was wasting away by being alone, far too often. After a respectful amount of time had passed and my grieving period had been well observed, I signed up onto two sites, `Squirt' and `OkCupid'. Since I'm older now and I've outgrown the desire to return to the traditional dating process (and lord forbid, the bar scene), I turned to these seemingly benign services as a low stress alternative.
When I was in my early teens, I had several boy-on-boy relationships that I still hold dear to my heart to this day. Of course, as most men do, I matured into an adult and left my gay, carefree days behind me and pursued a traditional lifestyle by getting married and having a family. Even though I never regretted it and would never trade a single glorious day I shared with my wife and family, I decided that this time, I would try my hand at a male relationship where I could explore my suppressed and hidden tendencies that I had denied myself for most of my life.
OkCupid is a dating site where someone like me is given three blind `quiver matches' from all around a pre-defined local area. It is a passive site, meaning, you're given three written profiles with an accompanied picture to look over. If you read a profile you like, and the picture looks acceptable, you can contact them and set up a meeting. Well, Squirt operates on a considerably different concept. Squirt is more like getting set up with an instant hookup.
I got butterflies in my stomach as I scrolled down my inbox to open the message. Of all the OkCupid quiver matches I'd received in the last four years, I turned down all but three, and those were pretty empty efforts that went nowhere. On the other hand, since the time I signed up with Squirt, I had never gotten a single interested response, until now.
The primary reason for my lack of responses was mostly intentional. I had setup a profile on Squirt that appeared quite average and generic in every respect. Where most of the guys on the site exaggerate what they consider to be their best personal attributes to obtain as many `hits' as possible, I downplayed mine. I filled in all the categories with the most unremarkable answers I could, and still be reasonably truthful. I suppose it was a form of self sabotage, shooting myself in the foot like that. In my mind, the prospect of getting lucky was exciting since I had never had sex with a stranger before. What I wasn't sure of was, when the time came, could I actually go through with it or not. Well, the time had come, and I was faced with my first blind hookup. Finally getting a hit after all this time made me break out into a cold sweat.
I scrolled down and let my mouse arrow hover over the message in question for a moment and then literally froze there while the conflict between my conscious and unconscious mind battled it out. While I was thinking it through, I reminded myself that it was New Years Eve and I was only going to sit at home alone like any other night of the week.
"No matter what happens," I mused out loud, "this will at least give me something to do." So I clicked the mouse and opened the message.
"You've got a message from Squirt.com" – The message read. "Go to your `Squirt' inbox."
I went ahead and selected the "Go to inbox" button and held my breath. The Squirt homepage opened for me to login. I entered my credentials and went to my profile page where my message was waiting. I clicked on the message and saw the one, lonely item beckoning me from beyond my imagination.
"****Hey man, I checked out your profile and I'm interested. Get back to me and we'll see what happens," was his message.
Someone was actually interested in me. Not just that, but interested enough to ask for a reply.
"This is it" I said to myself. "This is what I signed up on this site for."
On any other night, I might have just ignored the invitation or let it sit there and taunt me, but because it was New Years Eve, I didn't wish for either one of us to be alone intentionally while the rest of the world was off partying the night away. I thought about what I wanted to say in response and then composed a short message.
"I'm not the partying type. Would you go for a laid back evening at your place?" I messaged back.
Because such a huge time lag usually exists when communicating in this fashion, I didn't expect much to happen that night. Usually, between the time one person sends the message and the time the other person receives it, reads it and then turns around and sends a reply back, a lot of time is lost. So, after I sent my message, I kind of let myself forget about it. To my surprise, my contact was online at the time I sent the message and he messaged me back immediately.
"****I'm out of town and heading home right now. Would you like to meet at ten o'clock tonight at my place?" was his response.
My heart jumped again because I got caught up in the moment and threw caution to the wind. I messaged him back with my phone number and asked him to call me and give me directions.
He messaged me back with one final message and told me he would call me back once he had gotten home, around ten o'clock**.**
That gave me two hours to shower, get dressed up and mentally prepare myself. I flew into a nervous agitated state of anxiety. For the first half hour, I didn't seem to know what I was doing as I went through the motions of taking a shower and getting freshened up.
Once I was showered, freshened up and dressed, I had an hour to wait before he'd be calling me and it was then I realized, I didn't know anything about the man I was about to meet. I logged back onto the squirt homepage and re-read my original message. This time, I noticed his screen name was "AND". I did a search for AND**, and came up with this list of information.**
Photo -
No Photo Available
Personal Facts -
I'm: Gay
Position: Bottom
Cock Size: Average
Cut/Uncut: Cut
Age: 65
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 200lbs
Body Type: Stocky
Body Hair: Average
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Safer Sex: Usually
Personal Profile -
I am looking for lots of naked fun and body contact.
When: Mornings, Afternoon, Evenings, Late Night, Weekdays.
Into: Ass Play, Bondage, Cybersex, Exhibition, Jerk Off, Nudism, Nipple Play, Phone Sex, Rimming, Role Play, S&M, Shaving, Sucking, 3 Way/Groups, Watersports, Webcamming.
Turned On By: Armpits, Body hair, Boots, Cum eating, Cum swapping, Facials, Facial hair, Feet, Leather, Lingerie, Tats & Piercings, Underwear.
Where: My place, His Place, Outdoors.
Seeking: Bi guys, Bikers, Blue collar, Bodybuilders, Businessmen, Bears, Chubbies, Daddies, Leather men, Jocks, Straight Men, Truckers, Younger guys, Older guys, Married guys, Nerds.
Here is what others say about AND**:**
**"**AND is a great slave and bottom. He's also a great host. He knows how to suck a cock really well. He is so hot that I want to just fuck him, over and over again!"
After reading the Personal Facts on AND**, I still felt that I didn't know enough to help me feel more comfortable. It appeared that he seemed to be into just about anything two guys could do sexually. In fact, after reading his Personal Profile, I felt like I was about to meet a sexual guru of sorts. Someone who knew what they liked and had tried it all. I questioned what I could possibly bring to the table that this guy hadn't done or tried before. It was a bit intimidating.**
Then I realized that I couldn't allow myself to think that way. Every guy is different in bed and brings with them a complete set of unique talents and gifts. What I would be bringing to the table was the experiences of hundreds of porn movies and videos I've watched over the years. In some cases, I had long waited to try some things that I had remembered from some of my favorite scenes that might somehow find their way into the night's festivities.
By now, I was so deep in thought that I was startled when the phone rang. It was ten o'clock and it was the call I had been expecting. My brain went into automatic pilot. He was all business as he relayed to me the step-by-step instructions to his home. I jotted down the directions he gave me as quickly as I could and noticed my hand was shaking. His voice sounded very pleasant and he seemed to be quite calm and in control, unlike myself. This is where I learned his name was Cam and his Profile name, AND stood for Always Naked Dude. I do remember him asking me what I wanted him to wear and I remember saying something like, "Whatever you feel comfortable in."
As soon as I hung up the phone I started sweating. I sat for a minute, kind of numb and in a fog. I wondered what he meant when he asked me what I wanted him to wear, when it hit me. He must be a nudist of sorts with a profile name like Always Naked Dude and I started to feel stupid that I didn't pick up on that sooner. Things kind of went into slow motion from there as I grabbed up the directions I had written down and headed for my car.
I sat in my car with the dome light on, going over the directions again to give myself a better sense of where I was going. Then, I took a deep breath, turned the key and started on my way.
It was about 10:30 p.m. when I arrived at Cam**'s front door. I took a deep breath as I worked up the courage to knock. Immediately upon knocking, a choir of barking dogs broke the silence of the night. My heart began to race as I wondered what I had gotten myself into. A few moments later, I was greeted by a good-looking man wearing nothing but a tight fitting jockstrap with a silken pouch, accompanied by his canine entourage.**
"There's no doubt your Cam," I said as I scanned his body from head to toe, lingering a little longer than I should have at that beautiful silken pouch that was covering what I would no doubt get intimate with later.
"And you must be my TeddyBear," he said as he pulled his dogs back to allow me to enter.
Then, he ordered his dogs to go lay down. I decided, in order to break the ice, I would give my host a heartfelt hug. Well, there we were, together at last. Before I could even say a word, he led me directly into his bedroom.
"You could leave your clothes on, or you could take off your shirt and shoes, or you could totally strip naked. Whatever you would like to do is fine with me. Please, go ahead and make yourself comfortable," He offered. "How am I dressed? Do you want me to throw something on, or take something off?"
"Actually, I can't imagine a better welcome," I said as I sat on the edge of the bed and began to strip.
I was expecting to feel very self conscious and exposed, but having Cam greet me at the door, virtually naked, helped me feel relaxed and at ease almost immediately. Having bypassed any small talk and having been taken directly into the bedroom, silently told me he was interested in getting straight down to business.
"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" he asked.
"No, your directions were quite clear, thank you," I replied. "You have a lovely home here."
"Thank you," he said as he hopped onto the bed.
Once I had completely stripped naked, I piled my clothes on a side table and then joined him on the bed. He was lying down, facing up, and I sat up beside him as we faced each other.
As soon as I hit the bed, he immediately began rubbing my legs and thighs with a genuinely soft and sweet touch and I returned the kindness by running my fingers through his chest hair. We chatted with each other, learning more about one another as we began to explore each other's bodies.
Because it had been so long since I'd been in a relationship, it was hard for me to judge if I was going too fast, or too slow. If this was going to be a long-term relationship, the pace I was taking might've been a bit too quick. On the other hand, if this was going to be a one-night-stand, my pace was probably way too slow. The dividing line was that small piece of silken fabric between me and Cam**'s goodies that I've been carefully avoiding and dancing around. The problem was, I didn't know where I stood in respect to what this was, and** Cam**, wasn't giving me much of an indication, one way or another. I began to play with his nips as we talked about the kinds of experiences we'd had and kinds of things we liked. Since my limited sexual experiences paled in comparison to his wild exploits, I let him do most of the talking.**
After all the sex talk we'd been doing, I'd gotten quite aroused and I finally came to the point where I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to see what it was that was hidden beneath that small, yet undeniable barrier. So, I ever so carefully slipped my hand underneath the elastic band and physically touched what I had been fantasizing about.
What I had discovered made my mouth water. I felt a firm, well defined, perfectly proportioned piece of man meat that seemed to be made just for me. There was no stopping me now. I slipped both hands under the elastic band of that flimsy garment and slipped it off my host in one fluid movement. There was no turning back anymore now. My years of sexual solitude was about to come to an end and an overdue surge of lust was about to overtake me.
I stopped what I was doing and stared hungrily at Cam**'s spectacular package, taking in every aspect of its beauty. He was meticulously shaved, leaving a perfect dusting of hair above his prize.**
I reached between his legs and ran the back of my hand over his ball sack and was instantly impressed with their smooth softness that was as silken as the pouch of the jockstrap I had just removed. His cock lazily stood in a suspended state of arousal that was halfway between soft and hard. I moved my hand up from his balls to explore his perfectly cut cock. The mere touch of my fingers as I moved them up his shaft to touch his fully exposed cockhead made his manhood spring to life. In seconds, it grew into a full and glorious erection. It was the perfect mouthful that seemed to call my name. My head was being drawn down toward it as if I had just been summoned from within a hypnotic state.
It had been so long since I had a cock in my mouth that a dozen thoughts raced through my head. What is it going to feel like? What is it going to smell like? What is it going to taste like? Will I be able to take it all the way down? Should I even try to deep throat it? Will I remember how? Should I wrap my tongue around his shaft and suck all the air out? Will I be able to keep my teeth from touching his skin? Had I forgotten all the little things that used to be so important to me so long ago? Then I realized, don't over think it, just do it! What's important will come back to me, and what doesn't come back, I'll consider part of the joy of discovery.
Contrary to all my misgivings, I dove in and drew his rigid rod into my mouth. As soon as I felt his cock touch my tongue, a flood of memories instantaneously returned to me as if I were fifteen again and sucking my horny buddies. All my worrying melted away and I was confidently sucking cock again like the skilled cock lover I once was. I was so engrossed in the joys of cock worship that I almost didn't notice that Cam had slipped my solid column into his mouth. As soon as he did, I was suddenly driven into sensory overload. I unintentionally let go of a rather loud squeal of ecstasy that broke me out of my reverie and I instinctively covered my mouth with both hands and then embarrassingly apologized.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I said in shock.
"No, no," he said. "It's okay. The neighbors told me earlier that they'd be partying all night."
"Oh, thank goodness," I replied.
I had just barely begun and I realized I was already out of control. Even though it felt good to allow the release, I became aware that I needed to curb the level of my enthusiasm just a bit before I shot my load way too soon. I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I recaptured my composure. I switched positions and went back to sucking Cam**'s cock again, taking a much slower pace this time. He, in turn, followed my lead and resumed his expert sucking, going down on me even deeper than before.**
As I sucked upon my new friend's cock, I used both hands to begin playing with his balls. Cam let out a soft, yet erotic sounding moan of pleasure that told me that I was on the right track and was getting in the zone. I continued to explore Cam**'s cock with my tongue and kept fondling his balls with my left hand. With my right hand, I traveled down between** Cam**'s legs to investigate what was hiding on the back side. He spread his legs as wide as possible, inviting me to proceed. I licked my finger, abundantly coating it with saliva and pushed it ever so gently into his puckered hole. His sphincter muscle grabbed my digit and hugged it firmly as I entered. At the same time,** Cam**'s entire body stiffened and his cock jumped. He cooed loudly enough that the sound of his voice acted like a vibrator that sent an electrifying pulse through my cockhead, down my shaft and through my balls as he continued to suck on me.**
"You can go as deeply as you'd like," he said, stopping just long enough to state his approval.
"Okay. Do you have anything wet?" I asked.
"Sure!" he answered.
He jumped out of bed and briefly left the room. A moment later, he returned with a bottle of "WET" brand lubricant.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You didn't have to be so literal."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"When I asked for something `wet', you actually brought me "WET," as I pointed to the label.
He wasn't as amused as I was over it, but we both got a small chuckle out of it.
He returned to the position he was in and resumed sucking me right away as I struggled to focus my attention on what I was about to do. I opened the bottle and applied some "WET" to his rosebud, and then added a little bit more to my fingers. I buried one finger, then two and finally three as deeply as I could into his bum and began my exploration.
I knew what it was that I wanted to do next, and in theory, I knew what I was looking for, but had never actually done it before. Everything I had ever read about prostate milking told me that I was looking for a walnut shaped organ about three inches past his sphincter ring. It was too easy. I found it almost immediately and began to play with it like a new toy. First, I determined the outer boundaries of his prostate button to determine its size. That alone caused my partner to shudder as he stopped sucking me to take a deep breath. Once I knew the exact location and size of my target, I began to experiment with it to learn what would evoke the biggest reaction.
Cam stopped everything he was doing to me as I put him in a state of arousal so deep that he went into a trance. The sounds he was emitting were so erotic that I lost myself in their rhythm. I began playing his prostate like a musical instrument, trying different things to alter the pitch and volume of his vocalizations. I tried rubbing it, pushing it, tapping it, running my finger in a circular motion, both clockwise and counter-clockwise to see what would happen. Every move I made caused Cam**'s body to jump and squirm uncontrollably.**
It was time to double my efforts and kick it up a notch. I continued making love to his prostate and went back to sucking his perfect mouthful. I became instantly mesmerized as Cam**'s cock began to bounce and twitch in my mouth as I poked and prodded his male `G' spot.**
I had Cam sufficiently stimulated and ready to go. I had played around long enough with Cam**'s prostate and it was time to begin the actual milking process. Again, I had only read about the procedure for milking a man. I began by placing two fingers at the top of his prostate and with a firm but gentle pressure, curled my fingers downward until I reached the bottom of his prostate. Each time I drew my fingers across his organ, his cock would swell up in my mouth. After about the fourth or fifth time, I got a little surprise. I was treated to my first taste of real man milk. I don't know why I was surprised. After all, I** was milking him and doing a damn good job of it too. I just didn't think ahead to prepare myself mentally. After that initial shock, I started to anticipate and even hunger for his next release of creamy, hot, liquid essence.
The more proficient I became at milking Cam**, the closer I came to making him blow his load. He knew he was on the verge of cuming and he struggled to come back to his senses. He grabbed the bottle of lube and applied some to my hard cock and started to vigorously stroke me. I was so turned-on by how well I was controlling** Cam**'s body that I was already teetering on the verge of an orgasm myself. Bringing** Cam to the very edge of an explosive orgasm by way of male milking was almost too much for him to take. At this point, it wasn't going to take much to make both of us cream.
Just as we both stood firmly at the precipice of a stellar climax, it turned twelve midnight, and a cacophony of horns, noisemakers and fireworks from near and far sliced through the silence of the night and pushed Cam and I simultaneously over the edge. I felt my balls pull up tightly against my body as Cam**'s fervent stroking made them slap as noisily as the fireworks exploded outside. Suddenly,** Cam**'s cock swelled up considerably as I sucked him, and his anal ring bore down tightly around my fingers as if to render them motionless.**
More explosions lit up the night and cast an array of colored shadows and flashing white lights though Cam**'s bedroom curtains. I continued to milk** Cam**, even though my movements were being rigorously limited. Then, with the force of a soda can under pressure, he blasted several rounds of his prolific nectar into my mouth, coating my tonsils with the remainder of his load that I hadn't yet already milked out.**
The excitement of the neighborhood ushering in the New Year, along with Cam**'s sudden orgasm pushed me over the edge as my brain was rewarded with a highball of climax invoking drugs. I tried to focus on finishing off my partner as I myself began spewing my load everywhere. The sounds of festive celebrating elevated our mood as if the fireworks had been meticulously timed just for us to coincide with our mutual orgasm.**
With my fingers still deep inside my partner, I felt his prostate muscle clench and flex as it expelled its contents. As I experienced that rare sensation deep within the bowels of my partner, I imagined I was feeling my own prostate dance as Cam relentlessly summoned my load like a magician. Once I had drained Cam**'s `hidden cache of ammo', he began to whimper as his cock continued to jerk and spasm several more times in my mouth, trying to pump out an empty arsenal. His entire reproductive tract continued to heave ineffectively as I continued to suck his cock relentlessly, driving my partner to the brink of insanity until his involuntary muscles finally slowed to a stop.**
We were totally spent as we both rolled onto our backs. We watched the last of the fireworks perform a lightshow on the ceiling as we basked in the most amazing afterglow ever.
"Happy New Year," I exclaimed. "What a way to start off the New Year!"
"Fantastic," Cam said. "Where did you learn how to do that?"
"From books and porno films," I answered.
"Well, you're damn good!" he complemented.
"Thank you," I said. "I enjoyed myself... totally!"
"Believe it or not, I have to work tomorrow, so..." Cam hinted.
"Oh, I guess I'd better get going then," I said.
Cam didn't say anything, so I got up, briefly used his bathroom and got dressed. Cam stayed naked as he watched me prepare to leave. I was totally ready to spend the night with him if he had asked me to. We didn't say much after that. I made some comment about possibly seeing each other again and he agreed, quite unconvincingly. I called him several times over the next several weeks, leaving him several messages to get together without any success. I finally gave up, having come to the realization that what I had experienced was my first and only `one-night-stand'. It was okay though. I came away with one of the most memorable experiences of my life that I will cherish forever!
The End
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