He proved to be the only man who never lied to me. Coming from a link up on BBRT, I’d noticed him in a geographic search and he’d come up less than 15 miles away — a feat indeed. We did the normal exchange and he wanted to come for a fuck.
A mix between Asian and Latino, his photos seemed more Asian, but when he arrived, he spoke with a thick Latin accent. He stood pretty damn short too at five-foot-three inches and a shaved bald head. Despite his age in his early 40s, his skin was smooth and taut over his muscles as he stripped and we got right down for business.
No chit chat with him, he climbed up and as I reached for his pecs, I soon learned the key to his ass would be his pecs and nipples.
Years ago, I’d experienced a boyfriend with nipples so sensitive that I learned to cause him to shoot just but playing with them. It’s a skill I’ve never lost since the door opener to the poop chute tends to be the nipple highway.
So as I worked his nips, he began to grind on my cock against his hole.
I didn’t take long for some spit to find its way to my cock, for him to take a hit off some poppers sitting on my night stand and for him to impale himself.
This man meant business. Truth is, he probably wasn’t all into me in general. But a hard cock is good to find and he was willing to overlook the dislike for a ride on my cock.
And rode it he did. For a mixture of Asian and Latin, his accent might have been Latin but his cock was all Asian. He leaned forward to allow his slight belly to pin his cock between his and mine. No hands needed. As I played with his nipples and he just rode my cock with increasing pace, he soon began to proclaim he’d be coming soon.
I felt his tight little hole clench down in pace with the cum shooting out from the head that poked between our bellies.
He climbed off, taking a break and wiping off the cum, not that it bothered me at all.
“So how would you like to cum?” he asked.
“In your ass, ” I answered. “On your stomach.”
I knew he was a little reluctant, but he still laid down and I climbed on top, sliding my cock into his hole. I took a popper snort.
I began going to town. He grunts were not ones of pleasure but of discomfort. Not that it mattered. He offered. I was going to take what was mine. In a moment, I was asking whether he wanted my load in his ass.
“YES!” he said emphatically. “PLEASE!”
And that put me over the edge. I began pumping my DNA into his ass. I made sure to push it in deep for good measure.
After I finished, he showered and tried to shit it out, as I hear him in my hotel room. Not that it mattered. I’ve learned to make sure to maker my territory well.
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