1. A Date with the Vet


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Oral Sex, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 70, Source: sexstories.com

    gorgeous smile on his face! “How’s the cat?” he asked, grinning. He was dressed in jeans again, same as yesterday, but today he had on a neat, check cotton shirt and I remember joking to myself at the time, “Clean shirt but jeans again; I hope he changed his underwear!” They always say that when you’re on a first date with a stranger, you should meet somewhere neutral but I guess I knew (and so did he) what we both wanted from this encounter. We had not mentioned a meal and had chosen a time that made it clear we both had time to eat beforehand, so neither of us expected to go through any kind of “ritual courtship”. Sure enough, he was barely through the door and we were at it; the wine only got as far as the window-ledge! I put the bottle down and turned around to face him and he was on me; before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall and he was kissing me. He was wearing a hint of cologne or after-shave, not one I recognized but he smelled fabulous. His lips were full and our tongues entwined in a frantic passion, as we explored each other, breathing heavily. He tasted simply delicious! My arms were now gripped around his upper body and my hands were inside his cotton shirt, clutching at his shoulder-blades as our passionate kissing continued. My erection had come on the instant I heard the door-bell but my briefs were now already getting soaked from my pre-cum excitement. I hadn’t had sex for what seemed like ages and I was boiling over already! He was taller and ...
    heavier than me; much fitter than me too – and quite a lot younger. I had already wondered to myself what could he possibly see in a guy a good 10 years older than himself? Was I even wise to invite him round to my place? I’m relatively short, about 5’6” and lightly built, so he could easily overpower me in the wrong circumstances. But all those doubts evaporated in that first, passionate embrace. His strong arms around me showed such firm strength but, at the same time, such gentle warmth and kindness that I knew he wanted more than just a fast fuck. However, having said that, he was in no mood to waste any time. The moment we came up for air (still in the hall at this point), he said, “Which way’s the bedroom?” and I led him upstairs. He had my shirt and jeans off with the deftness of an expert, as I still fumbled with the buttons of his cotton shirt, eventually revealing his chest and abs, almost devoid of hair except for that little “treasure-trail” of dark hairs I had caught a glimpse of yesterday in the surgery. He worked-out a bit too – I could tell. Not too much but just enough to give him firm biceps and the beginnings of a “six-pack”. Phwoar, he was gorgeous! And me a 10 stone weakling too! I was still fumbling with his belt buckle when he saved me the trouble. He was wearing white Calvin-Klein boxer-briefs (the ones with a red waist-band) and before he had a chance to rip them off as well, I grabbed him and held his strong body against me, feeling his well-filled ...
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