I love ‘em. Almost as much as I love jeans that really hug a man’s ass. Yeah, don’t get me wrong, with some low riders, you get to see serious ass crack, and when it’s good, I never pass up the chance, though it doesn’t leave too much up to the imagination. What I like a helluva lot more is when you got a guy with assets and he fills them out proper.
We met at a birthday party on Saturday for one of my studio stars held in the private party rooms upstairs at the House of Blues. There were drinks galore, along with serious man tit and muscles parading around the room, so much so it was too much for me to handle, the cliché would be a kid in a candy store, but since I’m that kid practically every day, I guess I’d have to describe it as pheromone overload, which is saying a lot.
I grabbed a Grey Goose v & t and stepped onto the fire escape for some fresh air. I watched the valets running like mad, speeding with people’s car into a parking lot so small I’ve never understood where they put everyone’s vehicles. The guy next to me wondered the same thing. That’s why he always walked – even though he had a killer hike up the hill to get home, he could make it to his house faster than he could if he had to wait.
His name was Matt. And despite all the crazy-good-looking men parked in the room less than fifteen feet away, he was who I wanted to hook up with. I didn’t realize how tall he was until he stopped leaning against the banister; I did know his scruffy face, messy-straight hair and fantastic guns for arms made me want to get to know him in a horizontal way soon.
Matt hadn’t planned to come tonight, his friend Michael, who was inside, needed a ‘walker’ to get through the festivities. Michael’s ex was the host of the birthday party and apparently they had some things to work out – like Michael still being in love with the birthday boy. So Matt agreed to come for support, only to be ignored by Michael once the couple made up again. Matt was thinking about leaving, that’s when I found him outside. I was glad he had been in limbo and suggested we blow this pop stop and go someplace else. He was keen on the idea.
As we got to the valet, it was a mad house; we waited fifteen minutes, then they told us they couldn’t get my car out cause the valet lost the keys of the Land Rover behind me and until they located the owner of that SUV and got a replacement set, well, they were really sorry. They gave me two passes for the show of my choice. Done deal, I’d get the car tomorrow. Sans car, Matt invited me back to his place – if I could handle the walk.
As we made our way up the hill, we worked up a sweat. It was worth it, though, especially when I had to traipse behind him a couple of times. Matt has a choice ass. High and tight, jeans fit him perfectly, they weren’t snug as to be obscene. Same with the legs – I knew when the jeans came off, and yes, they were going to come off, I wouldn’t find myself with a bucket of skinny-ol’ legs. I gave them a pinch.
Matt let out a ‘heh-heh,’ kept going before we were walking side-by-side. He reached over, grabbed my hand, which was a little sweaty. I don’t know, but walking along together in the hills above
Hollywood with a guy who I met less than 60 minutes ago sent my heart racing.
It could’ve been the walk, but I knew it probably had more to do with him.
Still walking up the hill, I slid my hand under his shirt. A smooth back, felt good. A little sweaty, that’s okay, there’d be more of that. He turned, kissed me and marched me past the front gate and instead of heading directly inside to indoor bliss, we snuck around back to where a wrap-around balcony offered va-va-voomy views of the city.
He kissed me. I kissed him. We wrapped our arms around each other and I don’t know if it was the fact he was pissed at his friend or that we had a strenuous hike up the hill that got us all worked up and horny or if it was the warm city air that enveloped the hills, but we went from caressing to manhandling in about thirty seconds. Matt’s scruffy face was soon leaving wonderful light brush burns on my face, my neck, my chest. I left bruises on him as I bumped him into the railing, the side of the house, over a patio chair and onto the ground.
Lips locked, hands probing, I tore off his clothes and vice-versa. We were naked out on the concrete floor when my foot hit water, it was only then I realized there was a pool on this deck. I wanted to pick him up and throw him in the water, but I didn’t want him to cool off in the least. His musky scent attracted me even more as I rolled him first onto his back and sucked his nipples to within an inch of them leaking before turning him over and feasting on his wonderful ass.
I licked his hole up and down, round and round till he moaned so loud I wondered if
Johnny Depp would wonder what or who was making such a racket. Matt’s fuzzy hole beckoned, puckering and then releasing, revealing little bits of pink as I rimmed. He wanted me inside him and he wanted it now. His only request – that he could see me pound his ass.
NP. He spun round, lifted those legs as I popped on protection. He didn’t even want a towel underneath his back, the pleasure-pain principal of every pump leaving him with a mark made his already huge cock throb. A spectacular bottom, he was. His legs rested on my shoulders, my dick was deep inside of him and I played with his schlong, over and over bringing him so close to cumming, but then I pulled back from jerking him off, I wanted him to shoot copious amounts of cum, and then when he wasn’t expecting it, I reached down and started with his dick again, alternating thrusts with jerks until he was begging me to let him shoot.
After widening his canal, I kissed him, whispered in his ear to go for it as I put my cock into overdrive. We hit a rhythm, he blew his load onto my chest. When he finished sending splooge everywhere, I rolled him over with my cock still deep inside him so I could see his awesome ass. I pumped him hard and fast, not knowing how much longer he’d let me stay inside now that he had cum.
Matt’s fine ass didn’t jiggle as I nailed him, it was that good of an ass and finally, after another ten minutes of me getting a second cardio workout, I slipped out of his hole, pulled off the condom and sprayed his ass with my boys. His ass still dripping with cum, he leaned back and we kissed and kissed and kissed. I pressed his back into mine, my semen glued us together and the next thing we knew, it was the next morning and his friend Michael was standing over us, with his boyfriend, laughing at the crusties everywhere.
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