True Sex Stories: Day Becomes Night

My hand finally to your cock, feeling the stiffness through the denim, feeling how hard I made you and happy knowing from feel–how big your cock really is.

The evening was so simple and came with an ease-it was as though we knew each other for a thousand years. We took a long walk through the city holding hands–I told you about my incredible shitty day and you made it all seem laughable, small and insignificant.

Standing in front of my door like awkward kids waiting for our first kiss, I am determined to get you inside, to take whatever this is to the next level. Unlocking the door, you lean in for your ever steady kiss on the cheek and goodbye. All sorts of one liners, sultry come-ons run through my mind as I think of way s to get you inside, but only one lonely shaking word stammers from my lips as I pull you by the hand through my door.

"Stay."

Shutting the city out we are in my world, my refuge and the outside no longer exists–the fuck ups and degenerates that make up my day at the public library fade away and we stand there looking at each other, still in our coats and hats, not knowing what to do next. Can friends fuck? I put your arms around my waist and look up, you are quite taller than me–it's nice, the nervousness is electric and we kiss– simple, warm and wet. Those full lips I have  spent hours day dreaming about are finally kissing mine. It is all very innocent, the sweetest of kisses I've had in a long time. The kind of kiss that makes you feel young and hopeful of what's to come.

Coats drop to the floor as we stumble through the living room to my bedroom shedding articles of clothing along the way. We fall to the bed partially clothed and we just lay there, feeling the other, exploring the lengths of our bodies, our limbs tangling, our lips connecting and disconnecting, smiling the whole time–laughing at our child like behavior or emotion I am not sure which.

I can feel the strength of your body resonating from your solid thighs, your pants still on as my hands explore what the running does to you. My hand finally to your cock, feeling the stiffness through the denim, feeling how hard I made you and happy knowing from feel–how big your cock really is. With my thumb and fingers I massage the tip  until a drop of pre cum absorbs through your pants. The moment I feel that moisture I'm hungry. I take over, my hands and mouth take over, getting your pants half down, my mouth moves from your lips to your cock. Licking at that sweet and salty mix makes me forget everything except for the thoughts of pleasing you with all I have, for having all of you in me.

The taste of you fills my mouth like sweetest of pleasures, the best drinks I ever tasted, your smile made me high and suck you even more. Between your thighs I fuck you with my lips, tongue and mouth. I wanted to taste your cum.

But you had something a bit different in mind…

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