New York sex slut has super wet sex with older guy
NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A. — I met him at a party last year for the Dazzle Dancers at the Deitch Projects Gallery in New York. There were dancers tossing handfuls of glitter dust all over the guests so I was covered with glitter from head to toe by the end of the party, when it seemed as though I would wind up hooking up with one of two guys – a gorgeous Brazilian makeup artist or a lower-tier member of the dancing troupe. I went to the Cock for the after party with the latter, and we made out a little and he asked me if I could stick my hand in his pants and take off his cock ring for him. I obliged. Then I looked across the room and saw an acquaintance, a friend of a friend, really, whom I had talked with briefly at the party. He was built, thick, muscular, in his 40s I think, with dark hair, a thin mustache and insanely beautiful, piercing blue eyes. He was a fucking man. I don’t know, I think it was like only a few minutes of mindless chatting about something, the innuendo barely containable in the idiotic ‘What are you doing for the rest of the night? Well, golly I’ve got no plans unless you can think of something, hmm I can think of something’-type dialogue before I kissed Mr. Cock Ring goodbye, and Blue Eyes and I were off in a cab home.
We made out in the cab and rubbed each other’s dicks and I’m sure I took mine out and showed off a little bit, or maybe it was the other way around. We were so covered in glitter that people on the street were gawking at us as we stumbled into my apartment. At home, we walked into my bedroom, and then I got all faggoty on him and said we better get undressed in the other room so as not to get too much glitter all over my room.
I took off my shirt and he took off his, the contrast between my skinny but hairy frame and his amazing, muscled, hard-assed-ness almost comical. He took off his pants. He was wearing tight white briefs, against tanned skin, with the most fucking adorable, small love-handles – just the tiniest bit of softness around his muscles. It was perfect. His cock was a fucking sausage pipe, I could feel it against mine when he pinned me against the wall and kissed me and licked my neck. I lifted his arms and stuck my nose deep into his pits for an amazing long whiff of musky B.O. I got high off the smell.
I pulled him into my bedroom, pulled the covers back, and he got on top of me and pinned me down again. We made out for a while and then it got harder, and I began to fucking love it. He held my hands back behind my head, and humped me and then took off his briefs and moved his cock up to my mouth and stuck it in and I knew what I had to do and I sucked his cock and let it stuff my mouth so that I couldn’t breathe. Then I stuck my face in his pits and licked and sniffed for a long time. He ate my ass and loved it but neither of us felt prepared to fuck so we didn’t, and it wasn’t an issue, and then he sucked my cock and then he pinned me down again. I told him to spit on me and he started hocking spit, wet spraying spit, over and over again and I was begging for more. I started to spit right back in his face and he would spit back, and then I would spit in his mouth and he would spit it back over my face and body and my cock.
I love getting spit on ’cause it feels like being cummed on over and over. He blew me and I don’t think the whole thing actually lasted that long because I remember when I wanted to cum he didn’t say wait or anything. He pushed harder and harder and I shot all over my chest and then he came too in loud, groaning shudders and he shook his cock while he came so that it sprayed everywhere just like the spit that was also dripping down my face and my chest. Then he fell back on the bed and I moved up beside him and got into spooning position like the little faggoty bitch I felt like and he held me tight and we sort of fell into that yoga-type after-sex sleeping mode, each waiting for the other to declare it over.
He held out longer than I did, and I noticed when I finally got up to clean all the cum off me that the bed was radiant, shimmering with all the glitter that had come off during the best fuck I had in all of 2007.
Originally published in BUTT 22