From the first moment I’d seen him, I’d wanted to kiss and touch him everywhere. After starting off slowly in order to ease him into it, I finally hadn’t been willing to wait any longer. I’d stripped off his shirt to reveal a slender, fit body, and now my hand was returning to feel his hard dick through the front of his pants. I couldn’t keep my mouth off him.
As I moved more openmouthed kisses slowly up his winter-pale skin, I heard a quick intake of breath. So fucking sexy.
I turned him back around to face me and leaned down to take his rosy lips with my own.
Even though I’d kissed him already, I nearly groaned in response to the sweet taste of him again. He was timid, but he clearly knew how to kiss. His lips were dark pink and full, warm and soft. We kissed for a long time before I couldn’t keep from running my hands all over him again. I squeezed his pert ass and pulled him tightly against me. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him how sexy he was, how responsive and adorable, but I didn’t. He’d requested no talking, and I wanted to respect that.
As I moved him around to kiss the back of his neck and feel the shape of him, he was like putty in my hands. It was clear he wanted me to take charge, and I was completely comfortable doing so. I wasn’t sure if it was a natural effect of our age difference or not. He seemed to be in his midtwenties at the most whereas I was past my midthirties. It didn’t make much difference to me in a random hookup. As long as he was legal and willing, how old he was didn’t matter much for a one-night connection.
Having only one night with this gorgeous young man was going to be a challenge, I could tell. There was so much I wanted to do to him. Where I’d been tired and overwhelmed earlier from the long work shifts, being with this sweet and sexy man was energizing. I imagined being able to spend hours this evening drinking my fill of him.
When I pulled back from nibbling on his neck, I noticed how dazed and kiss-drunk he looked. I couldn’t help but grin. I nudged him back toward the big bed and continued undressing him slowly. Our eyes stayed locked together, and a million thoughts went through my head.
What’s your name, sweetheart?
Why isn’t there someone at home waiting to lavish you with attention?
How can I tell you how beautiful and sexy you are if I can’t talk to you?
The last one was easy. I would show him with my mouth and hands how much he turned me on.
Once he was completely bare, I raked my eyes over him which caused him to blush deep crimson. His dick was uncut, and the deep blush head peeked out from the sheath. I wanted to suck him off and fuck his sweet, tight ass at the same time.
I quickly removed my own clothes and tried to ignore the way his eyes widened when he stared down at my dick. Instead, I started at his ankles and slowly began caressing his skin and dropping openmouthed kisses up the insides of his legs until reaching the smooth, creamy skin of his inner thighs. By the time I looked up at him, he was gasping for breath and his dick was jumping and leaking.
God, he was delicious. I nuzzled his sac and ran my tongue along the warm skin at the base of his cock, inhaling the masculine scent of him. His quickly indrawn breaths were like benedictions, and feeling his dick jerk against my mouth was perfect.
I feasted on him until I worried he’d come too soon. He’d specifically mentioned bottoming, so I had to assume he was expecting anal. Since I’d noticed lube and condoms on the bedside table, I leaned up and spent a few minutes kissing his mouth again before reaching for the supplies and pulling them onto the bed beside him.
His eyes glanced over at the items and then back to me. He seemed nervous. I could tell he wasn’t used to random hookups, and it meshed with how new his profile was in the app. Normally, I tried not wondering too much about the strangers I connected with, but this time I couldn’t help but wonder what his story was. Why now? Why hook up with a stranger if it made him this skittish?
It wasn’t that he seemed reluctant to have sex with me. On the contrary. He seemed eager and anxious. If I’d gotten any sense that he was doing something against his better judgment, I’d have stopped.
He reached up and grasped my face, pulling me back down for more kisses. As soon as his plump lips were back on mine, my brain fizzled out. He smelled like soap and a simple lemony aftershave, clean and pure in a way that seemed to fit him.