Disclaimer: this story is very loosely based on personal experiences. Any similarities with actual people you may know are purely coincidental.
I was twenty-three years old when this story begins. After putting an end to a five-year relationship, I was newly single and living on my own in a small, but cosy studio apartment. It had everything I needed and was well located near public transportation, which I relied on to go to work, since I didn't have a car at the time.
I had let myself go a bit during the relationship. I had developed a belly, couldn't fit into some of my pants, and it was showing in my face as well. So when I started over on my own, I decided to start hitting the gym and get back in shape. It took a while, but it worked, and soon I liked what I saw when I looked into the mirror.
I had short brown hair, blue eyes and I was somewhat on the pale side. I couldn't grow a full, thick beard, but I had some facial hair going for me. I had a lean physique and if you were to put me into a box, I would have been a twink. I sort of disliked being called one, but I also realized that you have to call a spade a spade. I had no chest hair, which I thought was such a shame. I was seeing some small muscle growth from working out, but I was by no means muscular. I was happy with the way I looked though. I had this masculine boy next door vibe going for me. And luckily for me, there were plenty of guys out there that were looking for someone fitting that description.
Settling into my new apartment, I stayed away from dating for a few months. I was focussing on myself for a while and found it very fulfilling. It was only when my friends cancelled on me one night and I was feeling a bit lonely, that on a whim I downloaded a certain gay hookup app on my phone and started chatting.
From that moment on, I had a sex life again. I started regularly using the app to meet up with guys, either at my place or theirs. When having sex, I preferred to bottom. I liked to top from time to time, but when it came down to it, I loved nothing more than taking a hot guy's dick balls deep and getting pounded until he nutted inside me.
Relationship-wise, I'd look for a guy my own age. But when it came to sex, I liked all kinds of men: I'd have sex with guys my age and guys a bit younger than me, but I certainly had a thing for men who were older. Men in their thirties and fourties, sometimes also in their early fifties. I guess you could say I had a thing for daddies. I loved nothing more than getting fucked by a handsome, older man.
Not only was there something about the physical appearance of older men that greatly aroused me, there was also a psychological aspect. In my mind, older men were more experienced, knew what they liked and knew how to make other men feel good, more so than younger guys. Whether or not I was right, didn't matter. It was arousing to think so. I also enjoyed the age difference in itself. It felt sort of taboo: not lusting after young fit guys, but getting with older men 'past their prime'. Not that I agreed with that narrative, far from it.
Some guys I had sex with only once. Some guys I had sex with a few times. But I never really connected with any of them enough to meet them over a longer period of time. That is until I met Hassan, who changed everything.
He was the one to reach out first on the app. He had only one public profile picture: a shirtless photo in front of the mirror with his face edited out. It showed a moderately hairy chest with visible pecs and mildly muscular arms. His abs were covered by a tiny belly. Exactly what I love: a guy who takes care of himself, but doesn't live at the gym. His profile only offered two other pieces of information. According to the profile, he was fourty-three years old, and the Morrocan flag suggested he was of Moroccan descent.
His first messages to me were photos revealing his face, and I fell for him immediately. He was an incredibly handsome Moroccan man in his fourties. Short dark hair and matching beard, strong jawline and pronounced nose. He was smiling in all his pictures, and he had the friendliest dark eyes that exuded kindness.
His follow-up messages didn't disappoint either. Unlike most people online, he communicated in full sentences that went beyond 'top or bottom?' and 'do you host?'. Sure, he made it clear that he was looking for sex, but he did it in a friendly way. Instead of aggresively bombarding me with dick pics, he said I looked very handsome and would love to meet up. He said he loved getting to know the person behind the profile: it made the sex hotter. I told him I absolutely concurred.
We agreed to meet at my place, since he said he couldn't host. I didn't mind hosting and before I knew it, we'd made arrangements. The next evening, the doorbell rang right on time. I buzzed him into the apartment building, and when I opened my front door to see him leaving the elevator, I saw the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid my eyes on.
Hassan was even sexier in real life than he was in his pictures. As soon as our eyes met, he gave me the biggest of smiles. You could tell he liked to take care of himself. His hair and beard were neatly groomed, his clothes fitted him to a T, and he wore a wonderful perfume that couldn't have been cheap.
He was everything I had hoped him to be, although he was not as tall as I had expected. I'm average height myself and he was quite a bit shorter than me. I didn't mind exactly, but I confess I was taken by surprise a bit. I didn't let him notice, though.
I welcomed him in, offered him a drink and we talked for while on the couch. When I asked if he'd had any difficulty finding the address, he said he knew my neighbourhood quite well, and despite street parking being a hassle sometimes, he'd known exactly where to park his car.
I found out Hassan lived on the other side of town, but he knew most areas in the city since he had to meet up with clients all the time and his job took him to lots of places. He told me he was self-employed and went into more detail, explaining what it was he did exactly. I listened carefully and asked follow-up questions at the right times, showing interest, despite not fully grasping all of the details.
While Hassan was talking, I was taking him in with my eyes. He was wearing a shirt and had rolled up his sleeves, exposing his hairy forearms, one of which lay on the back of the couch as he talked to me. He was wearing what looked like a wedding ring, and I must confess I was intrigued. The top buttons of his shirt were open, showing me some of his dark chest hair. Nothing gets me hot and bothered like chest hair protruding from a shirt. I noticed his jeans were really snug and couldn't help but take a peak at his croth from time to time.
After a while, I decided it was time to take things further. While he was talking, I moved over a bit, looking him directly in the eyes. If this wasn't enought of a hint I wanted to get into his pants, I put my hand on his knee, gently rubbing it. He immediately knew what time it was, and flashed me his gorgeous smile before leaning in to kiss me.
I was in heaven: Hassan was an amazing kisser. Sometimes you meet someone you are really into, but the way they like to kiss is incompatible with yours. Different technique and all that. Not this time. Things started tender and timid, but this quickly gave way to passionate French kissing. The smell of his perfume together with his natural, manly body odor aroused me all the more. We took our time exploring each other's mouths and bodies, still fully clothed, letting our hands roam wherever we felt like.
We eventually moved over to the bed, undressing each other in between the kissing. I couldn't get enough of him, missing his embrace already when we detached for a couple of seconds while he stripped me of an item of clothing, or the other way around. With his shirt and pants off, I could fully admire his psysique. Muscular, but not overly so. A tiny belly in the sexiest of ways. Hair in all the right places. His dark complexion made him all the more irresistible. Now, all he was wearing was his underwear.
Finally, I stripped Hassan of his last piece of clothing, and once more, I was surprised. His dick sprang out, fully erect and ready for action. It was already leaking some precum and I could tell Hassan couldn't wait to stick it inside me. His dick wasn't very big however. On the contrary, it was on the smaller side, quite a bit below average.
I was somewhat disappointed, but I decided not to let his penis size spoil the fun. I mean, this guy had everything else going for him. His smoldering good looks more than made up for his endowment. So I laid him on his back and took his dick into my mouth. It was actually nice not having to dislocate my jaw to fully go down on a man, and I enjoyed the moaning that resulted from my oral skills.
I loved the taste of his precum, and luckily for me, there was a steady supply of it. I swallowed it all, sucking him off at a steady pace, taking care to also pay attention to his balls, which was noticeably apprectiated. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, when Hassan pulled me off of his dick, kissed me passionately and told me to lay down on my stomach.
I complied and before I knew it, Hassan had his face between my butt cheeks, working over my hole. He did an amazing job, making me moan in excitement. I loved his warm tongue, exploring me in the most intimate of ways. I loved the roughness of his beard against the inside of my butt cheeks, his warm breath on my hole when he half moaned how much he loved my ass. I couldn't help but grin in excitement.
With Hassan's face still firmly wedged between my butt cheeks, I took a bottle of lube out of my nightstand and put it down on the bed. Hassan felt it touch his arm, opened his eyes, came up for air.
"Understood" he chuckled.
Hassan subsequently lubed up his dick, pointed it at my hole and slowly slipped it inside me. I moaned and clenched my pillow. He penetrated me ever so gently, but it wasn't long before he had buried himself to the hilt inside of me and lay on top of me, kissing the back of my neck. I loved the warmth of his body, the attention he was giving not just my hole, but my entire body, letting his hands roam free. I arched my back and pushed up my ass, wanting every inch inside me.
"Fuck me", I moaned.
I wanted this man to pound me, to fuck my brains out. I wanted him to hold nothing back and give it to me mercilessly. But that's not what I got. Hassan fucked me in the most gentle of ways, slowly pulling out of me and pushing back in. Taking his sweet time, moving very deliberately. Every time he bottomed out, he would softly push himself up against my butt cheeks, slightly gyrating his hips before backing off and repeating the process.
I couldn't help but feel underwhelmed. Here I was, getting fucked by the most beautiful man I'd ever laid my eyes on, and yet it didn't take long before I wanted more than what he was giving me. After the initial sensation of his dick penetrating my willing hole, I honestly couldn't feel a whole lot. It's not that I wasn't enjoying myself, my hole was nice and sloppy. I was being used as a fucktoy: I loved nothing more. I just had the feeling that this wasn't what hot, passionate sex should feel like.
While I was overthinking everything in my head, Hassan had found his groove and seemed blissfully ignorant of my doubts. Initially he'd only uttered some soft moans while he was working over my ass, but by this point he was unrestrainedly moaning, making it clear it would't take long for him to cum. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me more forcefully, even making my ass cheecks clap a little, finally giving me the sensation I'd been looking for.
"I'm gonna cum", he grunted eventually.
Now, I'd had men cum inside me before. I had always loved the idea that my ass was hot enough for these guys to bust a nut. It had always mostly been a psychological thing, though. When men came inside my ass, they made it clear that they were climaxing and I revelled in it, but I couldn't distinguish their cum from all other fluids up my butt. Hassan was different. When he climaxed inside me, I noticed.
This dude was like a geyser. I could feel burst after burst of his hot jizz fill my insides, each more powerful than the next. Hassan was filling me up, and he wasn't being subtle about it, grunting loadly. After a somewhat lackluster fuck, this flood wave of jizz and animalistic grunting was just what I needed to revive my lust. I had been hard the entire time, but being turned into a literal cumdump nudged me close to the edge.
When Hassan pulled out of me, his cum came gushing out. It was as if my ass simply couldn't contain it all. I could feel it running down my perineum, down to my balls. It was so hot, it made me want to cum as well. I turned over and starting feverishly jacking off, with Hassan next to me, fingering my sloppy hole while encouraging me to climax. It didn't take long before I came all over my stomach.
When I regained my composure, I noticed Hassan was grinning in delight. We shared slow, intimate kisses and stayed in bed for a while, cuddling and not caring that I was so very sticky from all the splooge that I had been on the receiving end of. Feeling Hassan's arms wrapped around me felt amazing and it made me wish this moment could have lasted forever.
Ultimately, Hassan realized that he had to get going. I said he could take a shower before leaving if he wanted to, which he gratefully accepted. When we said our goodbyes he was fully clothed, smelling minty fresh, but I was still naked and sticky. He thanked me for the great time and asked to exchange phone numbers. We did so, exchanged a quick kiss, and then he was out the door.
While taking a shower myself, I went over my time with Hassan in my head. I'd enjoyed myself, but I felt like the sex we had was a bit vanilla for me. I had wanted him to fuck the life out of me, but he had basically stuck his dick inside me and cuddled me till he came. I'd had a good enough time though, and went to bed feeling good.
I received a really sweet message from Hassan about an hour after he had left, thanking me for the amazing time together and saying he hoped there would be a next time. I returned the compliment and agreed, not knowing if I was actually telling the truth. It felt rude to tell this perfect gentleman 'thanks, but no thanks' and I wanted to avoid that awkwardness for now. But I figured I would be looking elsewhere if I was horny and looking to hook up next time.
Almost two months passed before I saw him again. In the meantime I hooked up with a handful of other men, all of which fucked me like there was no tomorrow. They filled my hole with their big dicks and did not hold back. I was stuffed to the brim and I was used as the fucktoy I desired to be. But something was always missing.
The guys would enter my apartment, throw me on the bed and penetrate me before I could get a word in. Not literally of course, but these guys did not give a shit about me. They wanted to dump a load inside someone's ass and barely cared if I enjoyed it or not. They would mercilessly fuck me for a few minutes before unloading in my ass, and it didn't take long before they were out the door.
The last one was the worst, a ruggedly handsome daddy in his late fourties, who had immediately pushed me to my knees upon entering my apartment and had barely closed the door before he slapped his cock across my face. It was kinda hot, but it got old really fast. He skull-fucked me for a while before telling me to get up, take off my clothes and get on the bed on all fours.
I complied and before I knew it, this dude was inside me. He had only lowered his pants and briefs, everything else he'd kept on. He'd only used spit as lube, which wasn't enough for a dick his size. But that didn't matter to him. He fucked me and I half enjoyed it. After a couple of mninutes, the fucking slowed down, stopped, he pulled out and I could hear the sound of rustling fabric.
I figured he was taking off the rest of his clothes and I kept my eyes closed, but instead of feeling his dick reenter my ass, I suddenly heard my front door slam shut. The sound immediately woke me from the stupor I had been in. There I was, on my hands and knees, my back arched and my ass in the air, starting to realize what had just happened.
Not only had this man ejaculated inside me without giving the faintest signal that he had done so, but after pulling his pants up, this fucker must have tiptoed to the door so I wouldn't notice he was leaving. Maybe he got a kick out of it, who knows. The hookups leading up to this one hadn't exactly been the greatest, but this one left me feeling like shit.
I lay on my bed for a while, staring up at the ceiling, trying to think about absolutely nothing, which of course I didn't succeed in. I went over my last few sexual encounters in my head and thought about the thing that was missing in all of them: intimacy. I loved making men feel good by letting them plough my hole, but I realized that at least some part of them should also aim to please me with their topping skills.
And then Hassan popped into my mind. Now there was a man who cared if his bottom was enjoying himself. He might not have had the biggest dick and he might not have fucked me exactly like I had wanted him to, but that man had made sweet love to me. Hassan had made me feel like, to him, I was the most beautiful man in the world.
Hassan and I had actually kept in touch a bit, and he had asked if I wanted to meet up again a few times, but I had always made up an excuse. I took my phone and looked up his picture on the messaging app. It showed him in a polo shirt in some sunny destination, smiling into the camera. There they were again, those dark friendly eyes that I had loved to get lost in. The same eyes that had looked at me with admiration when he had been here. I wondered why I had dismissed him so easily.
I decided to check in on him. Why not.
"Hey Hassan, how are you doing?" I texted.
It didn't take long before I got an answer.
"Hello handsome! I'm great, how is your day going?"
He was just as lovely as ever, a true gentleman. I decided to be a bit forward.
"Not too bad, but you could make it better! I'm home alone and was wondering if you would like to come over?"
The reponse came almost immediately.
"I would love to! I'm about to get a haircut, I can come over after?"
I told him that would suit me just fine. That gave me some time to take my second shower of the day, which I hoped would remove any scent left behind by the rude guy I'd had over earlier. Later on, I realized that in a way I should be grateful to that rude guy. Without him and how his behavior had made me feel, I maybe wouldn't have reached out to Hassan. I maybe wouldn't have felt that immediate need for some intimacy and affection.
Before long the doorbell rang and I greeted Hassan at the door. He looked as good as I remembered. Better even, with his brand new haircut. He seemed to always keep his hair nice and short, but it felt like now I was seeing him at his absolute best. We hugged and I noticed he smelled amazing too.
"I've looked forward to this for a while, I was really glad you reached out today", said Hassan.
His eyes twinkled in delight. I agreed and I couldn't help but grin. I wanted to kiss him so badly, and I noticed that he was feeling exactly the same way, so we did what felt natural. As soon as our lips touched, I knew for a fact that I had made the right decision by inviting Hassan. As our tongues were softly but deliberately exploring each other, my hands roamed his back, reaching underneath his sweater, caressing his lower back. I'd forgotten how soft his skin was, and I couldn't get enough of it.
We moved to the bed and I removed his clothes, longing to see that sexy dad bod of his. I sucked on his earlobes and licked his neck, paid attention to his nipples and finally took his hard dick in my mouth. No disappointment on my side this time, since I knew exactly what I was getting into. I wanted to pleasure this man, and in this moment his endowment didn't matter at all. I was happy to already taste a nice gob of precum, I and knew there was plenty more where that came from.
Hassan moaned and whispered sweet words of admiration at my skills, which was great for my ego and made me want to please him even more. I would alternate between vigorously sucking him and giving a slow, more deliberate blowjob, just enjoying the sensation of his stiffness in my mouth, taking my time to let my tongue explore every inch, giving special attention to the head, which was leaking sweet drops of precum at a steady rate.
The noises Hassan was making were telling me I'd better take a little break, because I didn't want him to cum just yet. I decided to share with him the taste of his own precum, and he happily accepted my offer, letting our tongues intertwine and sharing bodily fluids like there was no tomorrow. With him on his back, I had him exactly where I wanted him, so I straddled him and pointed his erection at my hole.
Still wet and slippery from both my spit and his precum, I decided his dick was lubed up enough for me to sit on it. Never mind that I already had another man's load inside me. The head popped in with ease and I could tell Hassan hadn't expected me to lower myself onto his dick just yet. Mouth agape, he opened his eyes wide, but the surprise on his face was quickly replaced by an expression of pure joy.
"Fuuuuuuuck", Hassan groaned.
I started riding him. Slowly, making sure to relish in the sensation, caressing his hairy chest, fondling his balls behind me or softly smacking my erection on his belly. When I wasn't passionately kissing him, I made sure to maintain eye contact. Hassan did the same, all the while kneading my ass cheeks and gently stroking my cock for me. Even though he didn't have foreskin himself, he knew exactly what to do with my uncircumsized dick.
Taking things slowly, I realized that I didn't need to get railed to get intense sexual pleasure. Hassan's dick was massaging my insides and turning my asshole into a veritable slip-and-slide. Furthermore, the intense connection we kept up during the fucking made our sex much more involved. I wasn't getting lost in the butt-fucking, I was participating in it. I wasn't just giving up my ass to this beautiful man: each of us was making sure the other was enjoying the sex to the fullest.
Wanting to take on a more active role, Hassan then flipped me over on my back, positioned himself between my legs, pointed his stiff dick at my hole, and shoved it entirely in in one swift motion. It maked me moan intensely and look at my lover with admiration. His eyes still radiated kindness, but I could also see that he was overcome with lust, which was making him thrust his pelvis into me more forcefully now.
I could tell Hassan was getting close. His breathing had become more irregular, some sweat had collected on his temples and his fucking was making my ass cheeks clap. The sound only encouraged him to go harder and pick up the pace: he started straight up jackhammering me, and I couldn't help but moan incontrollably. After the slow, romantic fuck we'd had up until this point, this was the rougher kind of fuck I also thoroughly enjoyed.
"I'm gonna cum!" Hassan exclaimed eventually.
And boy, did he cum. I had already taken another man's load earlier that day, and Hassan had been steadily adding his precum. But just as he did last time, he flooded my hole with burst after burst of his jizz. It just kept on coming, and in that moment, I felt like the luckiest guy on earth. I couldn't hold on any longer myself and covered my own chest and abdomen in cum. A huge load by my standards, but only a fraction of what was being shot up my rectum.
Hassan was panting by the time he was finished. A few drops of sweat fell from his temples and mixed in with the splooge on my naked body.
"That was amazing", he whispered.
I started frantically nodding with a big grin on my face. We enjoyed a chuckle together, and I actually burst into laughter when Hassan retracted his softening penis from my butt and a big glob of his sperm slipped out as well.
"You're ruining my bedsheets", I joked.
"Just making sure you change them frequently", Hassan retorted as he winked as me cheekily.
We continued the friendly banter some more, until we realized both of us really needed a shower. So we took one together, and all the while we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We ending up cuddling naked on the bed. Him on his back with his arm around me as I snuggled into him and ran my fingers through Hassan's chest hair. Even though I realized I didn't know a whole lot about him, at that moment I felt such a powerful connection that it didn't matter. It didn't take long for Hassan to start nodding off, and it was getting late. I decided to go out on a limb.
"Just so you know, you can sleep over if you'd like."
I saw Hassan contemplating it for just a second before he flashed the cutest of smiles at me.
"I'd love to."
That night, I blissfully fell asleep as Hassan's little spoon. His warm arms wrapped around me, his chest hair tickling my back and his penis, hard once again, nestled between my but cheeks. It felt amazing, and I hoped we'd get to do this more often. Little did I know that I would soon learn a lot more about my sexy bedfellow and that he would become an important part of my life.
To be continued.