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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So, I’m a horny 25 year old. I’d met up with a handful of lads by this point in my life. All single. Most of them “straight”. None of them are out.
By this time in my life, having had a few different experiences and knowing that I enjoy discreet dirty hook ups with like minded lads, i’d found myself on apps and sites. Grindr. Tinder. Growlr. Fabguys. Fabswingers. You name them, I probably had a profile.
After a few months on Fabswingers without a meet, I got chatting to a bloke. It was harmless banter at first. We exchanged pictures and stories and just had a general chat. He was an older guy (late 40s) which I loved. I’d only ever hooked up with guys around my age and the thought of having sex with a mature bloke drove me wild.
We started discussing the potential of meeting up and having some fun. We were both down, and soon exchanged numbers. After a few days of back and to messages, we arranged a meet. He agreed to pick me up that night and we’d go for a drive.
I loved the spontaneity of it. Usually i’d spoken to lads for weeks before meeting, but this was a matter of days. True to his word later on that evening I got a text to say he was outside, so off I went.
We nervously chatted for the first 10 minutes or so. Work. The footy. Anything that would fill the silence really. We both knew what we wanted but we were both still a little shy to do anything. Eventually we pulled over on a lay-by next to a wooded area.
We sat there and he started telling me a bit more about his life. He explained that he used to be in the fire service before taking a less stressful job. Looking at him there in that car. A fit, muscular, mature man, I couldn’t help but picture him in his uniform. This thought to this day makes me rock hard, and indeed I was just that in the car. He saw how excited i’d got and nervously leant in and kissed me. It was so fucking hot. I’d never done anything with a lad outside of a house before. The thought that anyone could spot us made it just that much hotter.
We carried on kissing and within minutes our dicks were out and his lips moved from mine, down to my throbbing cock. I returned the favour. He didn’t have the biggest cock, but it was ample and meant I could take it straight down my throat with ease.
We both knew that we wanted more than a quick suck in a car. We decided to get out and head into the woods.
We checked around to make sure no one else was watching. It was (luckily) quite a quiet day so we started to strip off. Outside. We kissed, our throbbing cocks rubbing together. I sunk down to my knees and started to suck his cock again. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock in as deep as he could. He was moaning. My cock was dripping with pre cum.
He said he wanted to fuck me. I happily agreed. I lubed up my hole, rolled a condom on his dick and bent over. He slid hiss dick inside me and immediately started to pound me. Whether it was due to the fact this was our first meet, or because we were completely naked, fucking out in the open or a combination of both, it wasn’t long before he got close.
The sweat was dripping off him, dripping down onto my back. He told me that he was going to cum. He asked me where he could explode and I gave him permission to cum inside me.
He grunted and with one final thrust collapsed on top of me. We quickly got dressed and headed to the car.
On the way back we started to chat. He told me more about him, I returned the favour. He then chose to drop the bombshell on me that he was married.
Part of me was a little disappointed in him, but the rest of me was weirdly aroused. This guy had a whole other life and i’d been part of his dirty little secret. Or so I thought... He then went on to explain that his wife was on Fabswingers too. They would often meet couples, but he’d always been curious about trying things with a lad. He told me his wife was curious about fun with a lady and so they had both made an agreement to try it with one partner each. I was suddenly part of this guys agreement with his wife and I fucking loved it.
He dropped me off home and said goodbye. For days it was all I could think about. The hot meet. The sex in public. The fit ex fireman. His unique situation. The longer time went by, the more I wanted to meet this guy again, and apparently he wanted the same. About a week after our horny meet he messaged me again asking if we could meet again. He told me he’d book a hotel room so we could fuck all night. He also told me he wouldn’t be bringing condoms with him this time and he was going to fuck me raw.
How could I turn down that offer?
So true to his word, the following week he once again picked me up, we travelled to a Travelodge out of town and we checked in. He’d picked me up straight from work and wanted to grab a shower before anything. I got on the bed and watched TV for a little while when he then emerged from the bathroom, dripping wet and with his hard dick in his hand.
He climbed on the bed and began to undress me. Kissing me, biting my neck and licking my body all the way down to my big hard cock.
He sucked like a pro for someone who had never been with a guy before. He licked my balls and then slipped his tongue between my arse cheeks, thrusting it inside my hole. It drove me wild once more. It felt amazing.
He then stopped, got off the bed and I wondered what had happened. I worried that he’d suddenly lost interest as he began rummaging through his work bag. I of course had nothing to worry about. Now I don’t know why he brought it, but out of the bag he pulled out a dildo. He said his wife had given it to him to use on me.
He came back over to the bed, grabbed me as I lay on my back and flipped me over. This guy knew how to take control. He pushed my head down and grabbed my arse, pulling it up in the air. He starting rimming me again. His tongue got deeper and deeper and it felt better and better. I was in fucking heaven.
I felt a cool liquid around my arse and a finger began to trace around the rim of my hole. He lubed my tight hole up with his fingers, pushing them in and out and then suddenly I felt the tip of the dildo pushing inside me. He was gentle at first as my tight hole stretched around the massive dildo. Once i’d got used to the size of it, the slight pain became immense pleasure.
He drilled it deep inside me, faster and harder. Next thing I felt was something different. He’d pulled the dildo out and slid his smooth raw dick inside me. He started to fuck me just like he did 2 weeks before in the woods. Knowing that he was fucking me with no condom. That at any moment he could fill my arse with his hot cum was so horny, I can’t even tell you.
He then stopped. He pulled out of eager hole. He lay next to me on the bed, his arse raised up. He nodded toward the dildo. “Go on” he said, with a slight smirk on his face.
He didn’t have to ask me twice! I grabbed the lube and the dildo. I lubed up his hole and returned the favour, sliding the massive dildo inside of him. I’d imagined that as a curious man, he would have experimented with his wife or her dildo before. His body tensed up. He yelped in pain, but also moaned in pleasure. This just spurred me on. I pushed it in deeper and faster. He moaned louder and louder. I then felt it was only right to return his favour, so pulled the dildo from his arse and slid my raw and pulsating dick straight inside him.
I lay on top of him and pounded his virgin married hole. He fucking loved it, and so did I. Not before long he told me he wanted to fuck me again. I shuffled to the end of the bed, got on my back and spread my legs. He stood at the foot of the bed and slid his dick in me again.
He fucked me. He fucked me softly. He fucked me hard. We moaned together. And now both of our sweaty bodies were getting tired. We’d been going at it for 3 hours straight. Staring at him whilst he slid in and out of me. Watching his face as he enjoyed my body. Seeing his fit body drip with sweat. It made the situation near perfect. He whispered to me that he was getting close. I told him exactly where I wanted it this time. Deep inside me. His body got faster and faster. His moans got louder and longer. His body lifted up onto his toes and he slammed down on top of me, filling me with his warm and heavy cum. I could feel it leaking inside me.
We lay there for a couple of minutes, catching our breath and enjoying the moment when I realised his dick was still rock hard and inside me.
Now, this had never happened with any other lads before this married man, and certainly never happened since him. I don’t know where he got the energy, but he whispered to me “round two” and without warning rolled onto the bed and pulled me on top of him.
He pushed his dick in and out of me once more. I could feel the cum he’d filled me with minutes ago begin to drip out of my hole and down his cock. He didn’t care. Neither did I. I started to ride him. My dick bouncing up and down slapping his tight stomach.
Everything then hit me. The horniness of the situation. A married man taking me to a hotel and using me as his dirty little secret. Using his wife’s dildo on me. Fucking me with his raw dick. Filling me up with his spunk and then starting to fuck me again. I could feel his wet dick push on my prostate. I’d been in bliss for hours and now my body couldn’t take anymore.
“I’m going to fucking shoot” I shouted. He spurred me on. “Go on. Fucking shoot that load all over me”. How could I ignore that request?
I came. I came over his tight stomach. His slightly hairy chest. His face. The pillow. The headboard. I swear some had even splashed up with wall. With that he told me he was going to do the same. He flipped me on the bed, the sheets dripping with sweat and spunk. He pulled his dripping cock out of my hole and started to stroke it profusely. With one final moan he shot his load over my stomach.
He collapsed down on top of me. His cum drenched body upon mine. We lay there for what felt like hours but was more like minutes.
We got up. My legs were so weak I nearly buckled. We headed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower together. We washed each other down.
We got dressed, and we left the hotel. He dropped me back off at home.
I’d never see him again. We’d never message each other again. I was absolutely fine with that and so was he. We’d both had an amazing fuck, and we both knew that’s all it would ever be.
It was horny as fuck though, and i’ll always remember both meets... |
nice story
