In the summer of 2021 I had been exchanging heated messages here and there with a Spanish dude (yes, there’s a pattern forming here) called Emilio, who lived on the other side of the city from me. He was pretty active with checking in but the distance and his very dashing good looks had me thinking this was more an ego stroke for him and that it was unlikely to materialise into anything. This guy was 37 but already a total silver fox. His hair had gone light grey before his mid 30s but it suited him perfectly. His grey stubble caught the light in the videos he sent me in a way I hadn’t seen in someone his age before. Aside from this, he also had a lean muscularity with his chest slightly more built than the rest of his perfectly defined body. He was slightly paler than most Spaniards I had met before, but this worked perfectly with his silver hair and stubble.
His photos told stories of him across beautiful, empty beaches of Europe, him in the water, city breaks and a friendship group so varied and cute that I could tell this guy kept good people around him.
It was a Sunday in July and I woke up in the bed of one of my fuck buddies. Even at 9.30am, it was already a hot morning. We lazed in bed with the windows wide open before getting a coffee together and some breakfast. I got home and decided to go straight for a run around a nearby park in the unforgiving heat, not wanting to miss any of the sun. I was planning a day on my back in the rays once I got some exercise done.
It was one of those days where everybody was trying to find grass to lie on in the middle of London and there were so many men catching my eye that I wondered where they had been all year. After about an hour I was pretty dehydrated, glazed in sweat and ready to shower and nap.
I walked into the hallway of my flat and checked my phone. I had a Grindr notification from Emilio with a voicenote. As we all know, voicenotes can go either way but I usually find the confidence it takes to initiate that pretty attractive. I pressed play and was greeted with a low voice that I could somehow hear the smile of his lips with a gorgeous Spanish lilt.
“What a beautiful day. I’m spending it in the park with a book. Why don’t you come keep me company? That could be fun, right?”
Before the voicenote ended, I was opening the pin he had dropped for me. This park was about a 45 minute journey on an underground system that I was desperate to avoid but any other way of getting there was going to take twice as long and as you can imagine, I wanted to get next to this man as quickly as possible. I let him know that I would eat, shower and head his way.
Am I the only one whose sexuality is in full force in the summer? It was so hard to keep my hand off my hard dick during that hot jet, thinking about what was waiting for me. I wasn’t going to potentially risk blowing my load anywhere other than all over this guy’s abdomen.
We hadn’t discussed our preferred positions and I couldn’t gauge his vibe so I’d prepped. My cock was off limits but I love driving myself up the wall when there is a sure thing waiting for me. With the water beating down, cascading off my chest, I eased my middle finger inside myself and raised it up towards my balls to hit my gspot. My legs bent with the pleasure and I couldn’t stop myself from chasing that finger with my index. I got myself to the point of a moan before denying myself, finishing my shower and getting ready, knowing my ass was going to be counting the minutes until it got more attention.
I put on some short white and baby blue pinstripe Bermuda shorts, a tight white simple tee and blue and white sailing shoes with ankle socks. I looked a lot more preppy than usual but this felt right for this guy. His photos gave the impression of a mature Abercrombie rather than the line up of dick hounds I usually spend my time with. I packed a bag of sun cream, water, a book (Straight Jacket- I recommend) and shot out the door.
On my way over, my energy got pretty impacted by the smoggy haze of the underground. I even drifted off to sleep before thankfully waking up at the right stop. I got out and realised I was so keen that I hadn’t put my phone on charge before leaving. I now had 4% battery and my navigation skills could easily amount to me still scrambling through a park with my phone now dead. I went into the corner shop opposite the underground exit and then literally ran to the park. Again, please keep in mind the level of heat that I was dealing with at this point.
Of course, I slowed my pace to catch my breath before I reached his pin and was relieved when after texting him that I was close, I spotted Emilio stood on a picnic blanket waving over to me. This guy was wearing only tight swimming briefs and I was very aware of nearby park loungers staring at this stallion, who I imagine had been laid out and gone unnoticed until this point.
This man was absolutely unabashed in his friendliness towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and suddenly my cheek was against his hot, built chest. “You came…”
It was like sensory overload to suddenly feel this man’s tight flushed skin against my face. Being up against him, I caught the natural aroma of his skin, different from my own but so familiar. I tilted him my head up to him, biting my lower lip with a faux questioning frown. “You think I was going to miss out on seeing you out here like this?”
He smiled and lowered his face to mine and we shared a slow, soft kiss. It felt so unusual; broad daylight, in the arms of a man whose only clothing was a small piece of material around his dick and ass with tens of people splayed in every direction, sharing such a gentle kiss. I let my hands trace down his back and could feel sun-kissed skin everywhere. It was such a perfect welcome and my initial impression of him wanting an ego boost slipped away. We sat ourselves down, slightly giddy from all that we just shared.
I switched up the tone, pulling the ice creams out of my bag and offering him one. “So cute,” he beamed, opening the box and passing me one back before taking his own. We sat up right and took our time on our desserts, our eyes hungry for each other as we actually had our first chat about one another’s lives.
On apps, I always avoid getting into chats with much substance until I’ve met someone, having experienced countless penpals that never go anywhere. He let me know that he came from the south of Spain, had been living in London for five years and was a classical piano teacher in schools and private classes. He loved swimming, which explained his physique and described himself as “a bit of a bookworm.” I told him about myself and he listened intently. I was getting the impression that this guy was very open with his spirit and his joy, just by his posture and how he contributed to the points that I was making.
After I answered one of his questions, he wrapped his arms around my crossed legs, got his big hands under my ass cheeks and lifted me into his lap for another slow kiss. As our mouths opened into each other, he pushed his tongue forward and passed some of the cream from his last mouthful across my tastebuds. We finished the kiss before leaning back and giggling with a swallow again. I stayed in his lap, completely at ease despite the many people around. His eyes wandered over my skin.
“You’re so fair,” he muttered with a tone of awe.
I sighed with a smile. “Yeah, I have to be very careful in the sun. Should probably get some sun cream on.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah? Let me.” I climbed over to my bag and pulled it out. “Lie here for me,” he calmly stated, patting next to him. I lay back and closed my eyes, trusting him.
I felt his forefingers hook under the shoulders of my T-shirt. “This comes off.”
I raised my arms and let him reveal my torso. He didn’t make some kind of comment or noise of appreciation and instead let his hands do that. Of course, he wasn’t gonna leave an inch untouched, but he was really taking his time, gliding his hands across my skin gently, allowing them to be more firm over the muscles of my chest, traps, along my core, lats and took time massaging the cream into my feet.
The way he was touching me was so measured and in no way felt as though he was trying to get a quick grope or move through things quickly due to how public we were. I’d experienced passion as recently as that morning but it had been a long time since I felt someone be that attentive to my body without being inside it.
He lay down next to me, shoulder against shoulder before he tugged my bicep across his chest. “Lie here,” he yawned, pulling up past his abs towards his chest. I lay my head just below his left pectoral and he put his arm across my torso in return. The balmy heat from the sun was the perfect tonic for such a familiar hold. I could feel his muscularity cushion my head and allowed my breathing to slow to the same pace as his. I closed my eyes but could still see the dispersion of the sunlight through my lashes, summer not letting me forget it was there, making all of this possible.
His thumb traced my tricep gently over and over and we stayed like this for about 30 minutes. I felt myself drifting off once or twice, the day thickening into the beginnings of a dream. I came to and could feel his breathing was switching a little, too, as he also awoke. We both reached out, stretching across and into each other, during which I could feel he was very sizeably hard. We smiled at one another, him having just felt my wrist more than graze it.
We kept lying down but I switched the direction I was lying in, now using the thick side of his thigh as my pillow. I shifted like this without moving my wrist. Being laid out meant that the only way people could have really seen us was if they were walking past and looking down. As we were amongst so many people laid back in the scorch, I knew I could explore confidently.
I moved my wrist down just slightly and was able to open my palm against his cock head, over his shorts. He was so large that even if someone had walked past, it would have looked as though I had my hand on his waist, when in reality my forearm was covering the fact that his revealing briefs were barely containing his thick shaft. It was all allowing me to tease this man from his sleepiness into counting the seconds until we were alone.
Although I knew things were going to inevitably get all-consuming later in the evening, I was in no rush to get out of the glorious sunlight. I kept my hand right where it was as I asked to hear about his travels and music taste before things turned more towards taste in men and sexual preferences. Of course, he could feel the tension building, evidenced by how often he would lose his train of thought and laugh in a fluster, driven by my unrelenting palm. Once or twice he would grab my wrist tight and grind while he told me, “I like guys a little bit smaller than me that I can treat nice.” I thought to myself that I knew exactly how to treat him.
We must have been out in the sun for about three hours before he asked, “Do you want to eat something? I could make us pasta at mine?” Anything he could have said that ended with the words, “at mine,” I would have absolutely said yes to. We stood up but Emilio immediately parked himself back down again, eyes wide with a surprised smile.
“Oh my gosh,” he smirked, “I am so wet.” He laughed and I crouched down opposite him again, lowering my volume.
“What, from me?” His eyes flitted to the people nearby, realising just how heated we had allowed ourselves to get.
“From you touching me!”
I scooted much closer and he arched his back forward, as though we were about to share a secret. As we were both sat upright, our backs shielded his briefs enough for me to pass my index finger up under the elastic. His many inches were still beating hard and as I pressed my fingertip gently up against the fabric, I realised he really wasn’t exaggerating. There was a sizable soak patch, not visible on the front but definitely present to touch underneath.
We laughed again. It wasn’t going to be comfortable for him to walk with that moisture on his skin but he was so horny and his energy so playful that it seemed to only add to his sense of both stud and slut. From his bag, he pulled out some much more modest jeans shorts and a loose vest, which he threw on. He kept his shoes and socks off until we reached the edge of the grass, enjoying the feeling between his toes.
I saw the top half of the sun in the distance, setting behind a row of terrace houses as I felt his hand seek mine and entwine our fingers. Easily, this was the sweetest meet up I’d ever had. That must have been why we were happy to lounge together for so long, rather than skipping to the easy please, which now lay in wait.
It was about a ten-minute walk to his, through a couple of underpasses before we were greeted by a huge pond. On one side of it was his street and on the other was the swimming pool he trains in. I wondered whether he found this place to live after finding the swimming pool or the other way around, as it was so clear that his masterpiece of a body was built by thousands of lengths of pools.
He told me how much he loved looking out on the water of the pond and the ducks that called it home. We headed along to his and his street was lined with lots of different houses but it was very quiet at this point, the vague smell of a barbecue now finished, many bedroom windows open, a radio playing quietly through one of them. I got the impression that everybody was either in a food coma or had called it a night very early.
We entered his place through the garden and entered via his kitchen. As you can probably imagine, we weren’t interested in lingering there for long and he led me up the stairs to his room. When we got in there I realised just how much he enjoyed to read.
The room was fairly cozy and not particularly large as it was in a shared house with three other people but he had installed floor-to-ceiling bookcases that were completely full. Aside from that, the room was cute and simple, with a reading light clipped to the headboard of his bed. I could smell that candles were routinely lit here. Whenever anybody with the level of aesthetics that he has claims to be a “bookworm”, I’m usually quite dubious, but he definitely proved me wrong.
“This bedroom is so sweet,” I smiled. He kissed me again. This time, his kiss was fully charged, with his tongue exploring my mouth hard. It was clear that he had been teased long enough and was ready to stake a claim on my ass. He took my shoulders and put a little bit of distance between us. He then half forced, half guided me back onto the bed. At this point, I felt fresh sheets beneath me that had been well-made.
He undid the top two buttons of his shorts, allowing the package that I had been playing with for hours to bulge out. He then climbed over me and grinded all that I’d worked up in him against my own, now growing, cock.
His eyes were locked on mine, all of the sweetness now replaced with a hotheaded lust. I didn’t recognise this emotion in the man that i’d spent the rest of the day with and so drew him in for another kiss to feel that familiarity. He kissed me hard all over again, only further compelled to make happen what he had been needing.
I slid my shorts down over my ass, along with my boxers. Immediately, he brought his face down to it and ran his tongue around my hole. I remember him drawing his face back to spray a hard wad of spit right on my now soaked ass. It’s like it woke me up and I found myself gripping his neck and driving his stubble and hard tongue up against where I was hungriest.
He wasn’t the gentleman that I had been with in the park, he had the energy of a beast by this point. I reached up and grabbed my right pectoral as I felt him force his tongue into my ring, which was now sopped from his mouth.
I lifted my head and shoulders up from the pillow and pushed his shoulders back, making him kneel upright. I loved the sight of his tense, thick folded quads as I got my face between them and started immediately deep throating his 8-inch cock. The fact that I could feel it when I had my hand on his waist earlier let me know how sizable this dude was, but now squeezing it down my throat, I was genuinely so pleased that such a sweet guy was blessed with such a hung pole for me and probably many other men in the city to enjoy.
He was tensing more and more, and when I glanced up to his face, he was looking like he was about to lose control. It was at this point that I realised all of that pre-cum earlier, although the stuff of fantasies, was a sign that this guy may struggle to last inside an ass as tight as mine.
Despite being very versatile, I have to admit that I enjoy bottoming only when I do it like a top. If you’ve read my other stories on here, you’ll know that I prefer to pound a guy out but that doesn’t mean under the right circumstances that I can’t become obsessed with a man who is able to fill me up and handle me right. But for me, the right circumstances are: me taking control, getting bossy and setting the pace by riding my ass like a pro on someone that has been driving me crazy. Emilio absolutely fit the bill and in this moment, I realised that I wanted to treat my man for the night to the perfect jerk off using only my eager little slut hole.
“Lie down,” I told him, returning the favour for his earlier demand. I raised his now throbbing dick up in the grip of my hand. I kept it there whilst I lowered my hole just enough to gently kiss his thick cock Head. We both held our breath in anticipation before I lowered myself down ever so slowly, allowing another inch to pass through every 5 or 10 seconds. The motion was fluid but torturously long and I could feel his legs tense as his toes curled, already try not to spill inside me.
To distract him, I kissed him again, but this time I was setting the tone. A little bit more gentle whilst I began my first raise up and return back down. Slowly, I rode him, pausing each time his pleasure caused him another mini abdominal spasm, letting me know that I was skirting close to his edge.
I felt his strong powerful hands grip into my ass cheeks and himself insert further, making me call out a moan that I was in no control of. If I’m honest, Emilio couldn’t build a pace to the fuck that I would’ve been satisfied by, so I enjoyed taking those hands off my ass, pinning them above his head and seeking my own pleasure on his generously measured dick. When you’re working with equipment like his, it’s easy to still find your mouth-watering pleasure.
I cocked one leg up, laying my foot flat on his mattress and built up my speed, the speed he was too horny to manage himself. He bit his lip and shot me a look like he was about to devour me. While I used his dick as my masturbatory ass toy for the night, the dynamic was switching before our eyes. Soon, he extended the full length of his tongue out like a sick puppy and as silently requested, I took his dick all the way down to the base and shared a thick long string of the saliva I’d worked up from the deepthroat with him across his subservient tongue.
All of that was too much for even me to take, and I decided that I wasn’t going to let this latest wave of pleasure escape me. I spat a further mouthful onto my own dick, gripped hard and tugged furiously as my speed broke both of our limits. I bucked forward and, as always, blew a cosmos of cum across the room.
I realise how many of these stories of mine heavily feature mirrors but the honest truth is that to the side of the bed was a full length mirror, which caught all of the hot goblets of the explosion I had been holding back all day.
Mouth agape and eyes wide, Emilio watched how much liquid actually shot across his mirror. “Oh my god!” He gently pushed me off him and crawled over to it. Before I knew what was happening, Emilio had laid his tongue at the bottom of the mirror and ran it all the way up, leaving only smudges where a full load had once been. It was like neither of us could believe how sexy that image had been before he’d even conceived what he was about to do.
He turned to me still with his mouth full, got on his powerful knees one more time on the mattress, beat his wrapped fist around the head of his dick, which admittedly had been teased for hours and swallowed whilst pumping out his own orgasm all over himself. I watched this beautiful piece of muscle-work pleasure himself beyond what he could handle before I tackled him back, showering him in both kisses and greedy slurps of his creamy run-off.
We were absolutely beat, but unable to stop kissing. Following this, we had a slow, hot shower together, where we kept learning more about each other’s lives. He cooked for me and by the time we were getting into bed, it was long since dark. He replaced his duvet with one sheet to stop us from overheating and I managed to fall asleep quickly with his powerful arm over my bare hip.
The next morning, we enjoyed a coffee together, but he had to leave the house early, as he was called in to cover a sick teacher’s music class. I followed him out of the house at 8 am Monday morning, my eyes on his tight trousers. This guy’s full juicy ass would have been far too much for me to concentrate on any kind of schoolwork if I was in his class that day.
Emilio continued to prove himself to be the perfect cross section of both sweetheart and untamed pleasure junkie for many more interactions to come. We had a caring friendship from that day, more stories from which I’m sure I will share at some point. Five years pass quicker than you might think.
