We had settled down in bed in a spooning position, the arm of my older lover around my nineteen-year-old body. I was starting to drift off to sleep.
Except, I couldn’t.
At first, I could not work out why I kept being jerked back to wakefulness. After the third time, I stopped trying to close my eyes and listened.
Then I heard it.
Not loud, but just loud enough to be heard through the wall: a moan. It sounded like a feminine moan. It came again. Definitely a woman.
Of course, I thought, the couple next door. They seemed to be returning the favour we had done them earlier.
Another moan.
Oh well, I thought, this gives me something else to think about.
Having only caught a brief glimpse of her, I could only remember brown hair cut to just above her shoulders and the pretty smile she gave me, so I filled in the blanks with my imagination. I did not bother trying to remember her partner — this was my fantasy, and after getting fucked by an older man, I was hungry for young female flesh, even if it was just imaginary. In my head, I made the cause of her moans my mouth on her pussy, which I imagined as hairy and wet. To my surprise, my cock twitched — so soon after such a powerful orgasm. I thought better of touching it, though.
I was not the only one who had noted the sounds, however. Dave shifted slightly behind me and moved his hand down a bit to my stomach, spreading his fingers. I froze, really not ready for another fucking. Another louder moan came through the wall. His hand closed around my soft but slowly swelling cock. Course beard-hair tickled my ear.
“I’ll suck you off if you turn the light on,” he whispered in my ear.
I lay still, hesitating. Then another sexy moan reached us, and I gave in to my libido, reaching over to turn on the bedside lamp. Dave had obviously been hoping for this, immediately throwing off the duvet and moving down to lie with his head between my legs while I shuffled up onto the pillow. Although not really in the mood to watch him, it seemed polite at least to pretend to be getting a better view if I was getting a blowjob.
Two moans came in succession from behind me, just as my teacher for the night began licking my balls. I tried to imagine the brunette in his place, but even if the light had been off, the size and roughness of his hand holding my cock, combined with the tickle of his facial hair on my skin, made this impossible. Instead, I modified my fantasy to have her in the room watching, touching herself to bring forth those moans. I thought the smile she had given me on entering the room meant she would have enjoyed this.
My cock was soft when he fed it between his lips, his moustache brushing it on its way in. I sighed in pleasure all the same, though. The noises next door were coming louder now and more regularly, which helped. He took my entire cock in his mouth, pushing his nose into my pubic hair and looking me in the eye while his tongue glided in circles inside that warm cavern. I was almost fully erect when he pulled back slowly a minute later. My shaft ached a little from getting hard again so soon, but the head was calling out for attention after only getting incidental stimulation for most of the previous hour.
Dave flicked his tongue over the tip, making me moan quietly. Thankfully, he seemed to have abandoned the dominant persona for the night and did not make me beg for every step. Our neighbours had gone quiet for a moment, so I thought they had finished. I reached one hand out to my lover’s head, and he went down on me again. He began sucking harder, though not fast, which felt fantastic.
Next door joined in again, louder than before, and with the bed banging against the wall as ours had been half an hour or so before. I guessed before must have been foreplay, and now they were on to the main event. That was fine by me — it sounded hot! Dave started to time the strokes with his mouth with the rhythm of the thumping on the wall. I thrust up to meet him and added my own murmured “Yeah!” to each “Oh!” coming through the wall. They began to speed up, but Dave needed a break, so he lifted his mouth off me and used his hand, forefinger out and the rest wrapped around my shaft, lubricated by his spit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” was clearly audible through the wall, and then the banging stopped. Though I would have liked to have synchronised my orgasm with hers, I was not quite there yet. Dave licked around and around the head of my cock again and then resumed sucking, his cheeks concave from the effort. I moaned now too, but not as loud as I had before. He kept his hand wrapped around my shaft whilst using his mouth, so the whole organ was being stimulated.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I told him breathlessly.
He just smiled with his eyes and flicked his tongue over the tip for a few moments before returning to the steady bob up and down. I gasped, and my balls tightened.
The release came, not as overwhelming as previously, and not as long, but nonetheless satisfying. I pumped my cum into his mouth, but he didn’t even flinch, continuing to suck until my last shudder had passed, and I started to become more sensitive again. This time, thankfully, he eased off, keeping me in his mouth but just moving his tongue slowly over the head. He wrung a few more moans and shudders from me, then licked all over my shaft for any semen that had escaped.
“You taste good, Robin,” he said, pulling himself up to kiss me. I could taste my cum on his tongue when it came into my mouth, and I lapped at it, still coming down from the second climax.
His dick hanging down on mine, while not hard, was not wholly flaccid either. However, I was too tired for anything else, and he did not push me, only reaching over to turn the light off. We resumed our spooning from before, and I closed my eyes, melting into his embrace, my mind empty. I remember nothing more, so I must have fallen asleep.
~oOo~
I woke up once in the night, cold.
Once I got my bearings and remembered where I was, I saw the duvet had been pulled off me when Dave had rolled away. It may have been that that woke me, or it could have been his loud snoring from his new position on his back. That moment — cold, naked, in the middle of the night with the hairy older man snoring next to me while I could feel the pull of what could only be his dried semen in the hairs on my arse — was probably the lowest point for me that night. All the arousal had gone out of me, and I just saw the things societal norms made me feel I should be ashamed of. I almost cried.
I got up, went to the toilet, drank some water and then curled up on my side of the bed, reclaiming my share of the covers.
It’s over, I thought. I just need to get through the night, shower, go home, and forget this ever happened...
~oOo~
But it was not quite over.
I had a bizarre dream. Although I don’t remember the details, many hands were roaming all over me. The hands gradually faded away, except for one around my aching morning glory — my very hard cock.
Waking up with a strong erection, often holding it, was not unusual. However, as the daylight flooding the room from the gaps around the curtains brought me further into consciousness, I realised both my hands were up by my face. The hand around my cock was larger and rougher than my own. I kept still with my eyes closed, but sleep was receding fast.
I was aware now of the skin pressing against my back and the stirring of my hair at the back of my neck by another’s breathing. A hairy leg rested against my own, and something long lay between my buttocks.
That something twitched.
The situation all came back to me, but it was first thing in the morning, so I was at my horniest. I moved very slightly, pressing my arse back against what could only be Dave’s cock. His hand tightened around my hardness, making me moan softly.
“Good morning,” he said into my ear.
“Good morning.”
I stopped pretending to be asleep and opened my eyes. He released my cock and brought that hand up to my face, turning me so we could kiss. It was a gentle kiss rather than the aggressive, dominating ones of the previous night, and I reciprocated passionately. Bringing my left hand up, I held his fingertips that poked over the top of my shoulder, his hands trapped between us. My right I placed on his powerful right arm that was reaching across me. Then, turning into the kiss some more, I brought it down to the small of his back and hugged him to me. Still sleepy, I felt none of the revulsion at his body type I had in the middle of the night but instead loved the feel of it pressed around me.
However, I wanted more than just a nice hug; my cock was straining for it. I moved my hand down further and grasped his buttock, squeezing. He responded with a grind of his hips into my back, so I could feel his hardness rub between my cheeks. I wanted to hold it, so I slid my hand between us and caught it. It felt perfect in my hand — hard and thick.
It was his turn to moan. Moving my hips forwards to give my arm more space, I pulled his cock down, slowly, dragging it over my hole and lingering there for a moment, then passed it between my legs. I raised my left leg and then reached between my thighs for him with my left hand.
I smiled through our kiss, slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth between my legs with the end of his dick pressing into my balls every time his muscles contracted. Returning my other hand to his arse, I encouraged him to thrust forward. He took his hand from my face and stroked my chest. It moved gently over my stomach and surrounded my cock again, not firmly as before, but brushing lightly over my skin, with just a little friction. Though it felt good, I wanted more.
“Lube,” I requested, pulling away from the kiss a little.
Dave raised his eyebrows, apparently not expecting the request. However, he obliged, turning away and stretching his arm to his bedside table and passing me the tube. I took it and kissed him in thanks. Taking my time, I felt for the cap with my fingernail and flipped it open, then squirted a generous amount in my palm. Transferring the slippery gel to my cock, I was tempted to keep spreading it until I came. I resisted that temptation, though, and after a top-up from the tube, I wrapped my slimy hand around Dave’s cock. Sliding my fingers down to the underside of his shaft until the tip was in the palm of my hands, I then slowly twisted them back and forth, smearing the lubricant all over it, gradually reaching further and further down his shaft until the whole length was covered.
Dave put his hand back on my cock with the same loose grip as before, but with the lube, it felt fantastic. I pushed my hips back and discovered that his cock felt great just sliding between my legs there, pressed against my balls and perineum by my hand. He also seemed to think it felt good, as he moaned again in our kiss and gave a gentle thrust to meet me.
We continued this for a few minutes, our kisses getting more passionate. Our hip movements also got more enthusiastic until the travel of his cock head was going back so far it was rubbing over my sphincter. The latter seemed to have recovered enough that having a smooth, round object slide over it repeatedly felt good, and I shifted my position to increase the pressure as it went over. Only a minute or so of this and I knew what I needed.
I closed my legs while I brought my fingers up to collect another dollop of lubricant, letting Dave thrust his cock between my thighs. When I opened my legs again, my fingers slid over the top of his cock, topping up the slime there but depositing the bulk of it on the tight ring between my cheeks. The following few slow movements of our hips kept his cock sliding over my rear entrance, spreading the lubricant around, but then I paused, pressed my fingers under the tip, and kept pressing as he pushed his hips forward.
I did not even consider breaking the moment to put a condom on him but hummed in appreciation as the end bulge popped through that first barrier, felt by both my muscles that were forced apart and my fingers touching the entrance. His dick continued sliding over my fingertips until he was pressed in as far as he could go — not as deep as the positions of the night had allowed, but the angle put more pressure on my prostate. Oh, it felt good!
Our thrusts continued, slow and steady, but we broke our kiss. I sighed in satisfaction, my arse loving this slow inner massage, and wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the part of his shaft that couldn’t reach inside me so the rest of it would glide over my palm on its way in and out. Dave raised himself up on his elbow and lifted my top leg up further, allowing him a little more access. I cooperated, lifting it as high as I could, though more to encourage him to resume stroking my cock than for the extra centimetre of penetration it gave him.
We both watched each other’s faces, looking for signs of impending climax. What sounds we gave off were subdued murmurs of appreciation rather than the exaggerated cries of the previous night, but I found it hotter. I lifted my head towards him for another kiss, and he lowered himself to give it, our tongues dancing again.
“Cum inside me again,” I told him.
“Really?” he asked. “I actually didn’t plan to bareback you before it happened, you know, your arse just looked so inviting I forgot...”
“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I want you to fill me with cum again. Just... make me cum at the same time.”
“It going to be soon,” he warned me, after a brief pause to ram his cock inside me with a bit of extra force.
“Good!”
I tightened my grip on both his arse and his cock, making his eyes widen. He began to increase the pace and length of his thrusts, still slow on the exit but then ramming it in as he had done when we were talking. I loved it and let him know with a moan and a smile before he smothered them with his mouth. Tightening his grip on my cock, too, he pumped it steadily from tip to base. Which way to thrust became my new dilemma — forwards into his hand or backwards onto his dick? He soon synchronised the movements, though, so there was no need to choose.
Since my hand was there to help at the hole he was fucking, he began pulling the whole way out each time, pausing briefly with the tip resting on my closing ring and then slamming it all the way in. This felt so good, I thought I would cum first again, but with his tongue in my mouth, I could not see his expression.
Suddenly, just as he had pulled out, his body tensed. His glans pressed into my palm, the flat top of his cock head against my sphincter, and my fingers around his shaft, I felt it pulse. A jet of hot semen erupted in my hand, coating my hole, and his moan forced our lips apart. I could not see it, but the idea of it brought me to the edge. The next spurt shot up to my balls because I had released him, apart from my fingertips, trying to push him inside in time for my orgasm. With extra lubricant in the form of his cum, he slid back inside me easily, emptying his balls.
He remembered his manners and increased the speed of his hand on my cock. It was almost unnecessary — the sensation of his thick cock pumping out cum against my prostate felt so good. I gasped, and my own cum burst out from his fist, splashing onto my stomach and running down to the sheet beneath. Dave went still, spent inside me, as the last few waves of my orgasm came. Our kiss resumed with passion while he squeezed the last few drops of spunk from my dick, then released it just as it started to reach that unbearable, post-orgasmic sensitive state.
With my right hand, I guided his sticky hand towards my face. Our lips parted, and without prompting, looking him straight in the eye, I licked my cum from his fingers. Part of me wanted to lick his cum from my other hand, too, when I was done, but that was still a step too far for the rest of me. Instead, I kept my hand where it was so I could feel the semen coating his cock as he withdrew it and catch the stream that came out after it. Dave fell back on his side of the bed with a sigh, and we exchanged weak — but satisfied — post-climactic smiles.
Then he looked at the clock.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright. “Four minutes till check out! We’ve got to go!”
We scrambled to get our things together. There was just enough time for us to each empty our bladders, which, of course, were bursting. However, there was no time for showering or any clean up other than a swift wipe. There was no time either to get out the clean clothes that I’d packed, so five minutes later, when we arrived panting and apologetic at reception, I was in the same cum-stained T-shirt as the night before and hadn’t even put my hoodie on to cover it. To my deep embarrassment, the brunette and her partner were just finishing checking out themselves when we got there and so turned straight into us as they left.
“Sleep well?” she asked with a grin and left giggling with her boyfriend. He said something to her that I didn’t catch, but I did hear her say something like, “Shut up, I think it’s cute!”
That made me feel a little better until I saw the expression on the middle-aged man at reception accepting the keys from Dave. I hurriedly pulled on my sweatshirt and went to wait by the door.
“That was close,” Dave said, catching up with me. “Sometimes they can be real arseholes about late check-out here. I’ve got an appointment in forty minutes, so I will just have to drop you in town. I’m sorry, I don’t have time to buy us breakfast.”
“That’s okay,” I responded. In truth, I just wanted to get home.
I was pretty much silent the whole way into the city centre. The earlier moment had been broken, and my feelings of shame from the middle of the night were returning. They were not helped by the fact I could smell the sweat on myself, and I thought the cum, but I probably imagined that. I felt dirty, though, also from sweat, and the sensation of the cum on my skin was not imaginary. It was making my t-shirt stick to my stomach, pulling on the hairs there, and also between my legs where it was drying and oozing disconcertingly from my bottom to squish between my buttocks with every movement.
“Well, thank you for a wonderful night, Robin,” Dave said, pulling up to New Street Station again. “We’ll have to do this again sometime, so stay in touch.”
“Yeah,” I answered, trying not to offend him by sounding too unenthusiastic. “Thanks; it was great. Bye!”
“Bye!”
I watched him pull away. Before I could change my mind, I took out my phone and blocked his number.
I never wanted to see him again. I wanted to go home, sneak past my housemates straight to the shower, and wash the night away; forget it ever happened. Walking to my train with the constant reminders of unsafe sex with a much older man tingling and pulling on my skin, I felt so gross.
Fuck! I will have to get tested!
~oOo~
That was it. I was no longer a virgin. Of course, I got tested and was relieved when the results came back clean.
My core problem of being both socially awkward and incredibly horny had not disappeared, and sex toys can only satisfy that need to a point. At least I now knew that I did like men. I just was not into older men — yet. So I stopped using adult dating sites... for a whole three months. The importance of insisting on condoms right at the start of any conversation was seared into my consciousness, though.
The confusion over whether I had really enjoyed my first experience meant this memory languished in the semi-hidden recesses of my memory, gradually becoming distorted into what you just read. Once I started meeting more guys, I became more comfortable about my first time, and I now rather regret cutting ties with Dave. If you ever read this, Dave, I’m sorry, I hope you understand, and... message me?
