I walked up the driveway and pressed the button to ring the door bell, hearing the ‘bing bong’ chime throughout the house, and waited. Before long I saw someone coming closer through the patterned glass of the door, at which point it swung open.
Dave was taller than I expected. He was wearing what appeared to be a thick, green dressing gown and nothing else and I could see that he was heavily built. Quite a bit older than me, balding, glasses, but a warm smile.
“Come on in,” came an unexpectedly gruff but jovial voice, with a clear Lancastrian burr. “You waited in’t car long enough. I were beginning to think you’d chicken out!”
“Just plucking up the courage. Excuse the pun,” I replied shakily, stepping over the threshold.
“Good lad. Ah’ve been lookin’ forward to this.”
“Me too. I’ve imagined it a few times. Bit nervous, though.”
“It’ll be grand, you’ll see,” he retorted.
I’d ‘met’ Dave online through a swingers’ site. We’d mostly chatted a bit to start with, but this soon graduated to masturbating on camera together. He was more experienced at it than me, more confident, but after a while we’d met regularly. This was our first meeting in the flesh, and my first time with just a man on his own.
“Just to check, you’re fine with what we agreed? Ah’m in charge?” Dave asked, checking.
“Yes, it’s definitely part of my fantasy. And soon the reality!” I laughed.
“Great. Go into’t lounge and lemme close this door, then we can get cracking.”
I stepped through the hall and into well-appointed room - thick carpet, a big L-shaped sofa and wide screen TV. Tidy and clean but lived in, comfortable. Definitely a man who lived alone.
Dave came in, closing the door behind him. The curtains were already drawn.
“Right lad, get yer kit off. Wanna see yeh naked. Now,“ Dave ordered.
I hesitated for a moment, took a breath, and did as ordered, lifting my T-shirt and sweater over my head before bending over to undo and remove my shoes and socks. Then it was underwear and trousers in one go.
“Mmm, lovely,” toned Dave, walking around me, inspecting the goods until he was standing in front of me, then issued his next order. “Take off my gown.”
I undid the cord around his waist, causing the gown to swing open, exposing his chest, belly – larger but not overweight – and cock and balls, which hung tantalisingly underneath. I had to step forwards to push the garment off his shoulders, and our eyes met. Dave had a definite twinkle.
“Well done. Now close your eyes and don’t move.”
I stood as instructed as Dave leaned forwards and kissed me on the lips. He then kissed me on the cheek, and my jaw line. His hands moved up so his fingertips were on my chest. He brushed them across my nipples and down my sides, causing me to draw a breath and squirm a little.
“Sorry, I’m ticklish until I’m horny,” I joked.
“We’ll soon sort that,” he chuckled, reaching down to cup my balls, which he held firmly but carefully. “Right you, upstairs. You in front. We’re having a shower – up the stairs, first door on’t left.”
As I went up the stairs, Dave right behind me, I was aware of my body as a whole and my arse and legs being inspected, which gave me a thrill as I knew what was in store. Turning into the bathroom, which looked like it had been recently refurbished with a large, walk-in shower, I stopped in the middle of the room, awaiting further instruction.
Dave stepped past me, turning the hot water on and holding his hand under the stream while he waited for the temperature to rise.
“There ye go. Wash yourself all over, and let me watch. Take your time, and be thorough, especially your arse.”
As I stepped under the spray and turned around, Dave leaned back on the wall and started slowly stroking his cock, which was already growing. Gaining in confidence, I took a squeeze of shower gel from the bottle hanging on the dial and started working it over my chest, under my arms, putting on a show.
Seeing that I was turning Dave on started to turn me on, too, and I worked more gel into a lather, spreading it over my hardening cock, stroking it so it stood straighter and straighter. Dave bit his lip as he watched, at which point I turned around and bent over to wash my legs while giving him a view.
I straightened up again, resisting the urge to turn round to see the effect and took a final splurge of the gel into my hand before proceeding to wash my arse, deep into the crack and slipping a finger inside – easy with the lather.
“Fuck yeah,” moaned Dave, who then joined me in the shower. “Put your hands against the wall.”
I did as I was told, which meant I had my back to him. I felt his big hands on my body, running down my back before they kneaded my buttocks, prising them apart. I felt the tip of his cock hard against my hole. He didn’t press hard, just enough to feel his hardness on me.
“I’ll be deep in there later, boy, fucking you beautifully,” he toned into my ear before biting the lobe gently as he reached round, over my chest and nipples and down to grasp my now engorged cock, making me moan.
“Yeh’re not ticklish now!” he roared with laughter. “Wash me, all over.”
I turned and reached for the shower gel again, taking a large dollop into my hand and rubbing it over his chest. Dave held his head back as I brushed over his nipples and, reading this as a sign, pinched them gently a few times before moving south over his stomach, covering every inch. I then transferred my attentions to his erect cock and low-slung balls, drawing the tight foreskin back and making sure his helmet was very clean, to his evident pleasure.
As I knelt so I could put more soap on his legs, his cock was right in front of me and it felt inappropriate to ignore it. The soap had mostly washed off and I leant forwards with my mouth open, sucking the head slowly into my mouth and holding it there as I lathered his inner thighs. I heard him groan as he pushed his hips forward, pressing his meat further into my mouth and thrusting firmly but slowly into and out of my face.
I felt his cock swell and he suddenly pulled away and turned around. “Don’t make me come yet, lad, there’s time for that later. Wash my arse so it’s clean enough to lick.”
Standing and taking more gel, I soaped Dave’s broad back all over, feeling his muscles and strength under the skin. He was a good few kilos heavier than me, thicker, and if it came to a struggle I’d lose. This gave me an additional thrill, being under his control, dominated, willingly. This is what we’d agreed – forceful but kind.
Suds had trickled in copious amounts down his back and over his arse, so I kneaded it across his buttocks before venturing between them. He spread his legs a little and leaned forwards, giving me better access. His crack was hairless and his anus slightly ridged and raised as I traced it with my fingertips and then pressed at the centre. The soap proved a natural lube and I easily slid inside his sphincter with a finger, drawing circles to tease and clean him at the same time. “Fuck yes,” came a deep growl over his shoulder.
“No more fucking about, let’s get fucking,” Dave announced, switching off the water abruptly. “Follow me.”
Without even grabbing a towel, he left the room, leading me across the landing into what was evidently his bedroom. The bed was huge, solid, wooden framed, with a padded headboard screwed to the wall.
“On your hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I’m getting that tight little arse ready.”
I did as instructed, feeling exposed and vulnerable but excited, anticipating. I was hard and leaking a little, and flinched a little when – after hearing the squelch of a bottle or tube – I felt two fingers coated with cold lube smear over and around my sphincter, as well as just a touch inside. It felt so good, and I opened my legs wider.
“That’s it, you love this, you dirty fucker. Say it.”
“I love it, Dave. Don’t stop. Please,” I toned.
“Good lad. Nearly ready. Can’t wait to fuck you.” I heard another squelch and a slipperiness, a tube hitting the bed, and then the head of Dave’s hard cock pressed against my hole, his hands on my hips. I breathed as he pushed firmly, sliding in quite easily, making me moan.
“Fuck yeah. God, you’re so tight. Let’s get used to that for just a minute,” Dave growled.
Before long, in a way too long, Dave started withdrawing slowly and driving home again, piercing me as deeply as he could. I moaned each time he went balls deep, exhaling as I did so. It felt amazing, being desired so manifestly in his hard cock, wanted, and taken. Dave’s hardness and his groans were testament to his desire as he began to pick up the pace.
I closed my eyes and placed my face on the pillow, concentrating on the sensations of Dave’s meat piercing me, stretching me, and filling me. I’d imagined this so many times and I was curiously numb, physically, but psychologically massively turned on. It wasn’t so much pleasure of the flesh as pleasure of the mind.
“Ahm close, gonna breed you. Tell me you want it,” Dave ordered.
“Please, cum in my arse, I want your seed in me,” I replied through gritted teeth, obeying. This seemed to tip him over the edge. He called out, almost high pitched, and buried himself full length inside my arse. I felt his cock swell and then pulse, accompanied by deep groans over my shoulder, as he pumped his balls into my virgin rectum.
After about a minute I felt him soften and withdraw, and it took a moment for my anus to contract after he’d left me. I was less hard than before but still horny, and I sank to my stomach on the bed, pressing my erection against the sheets, which felt amazing. I lay there, feeling the bed move as Dave lay next to me, throwing one arm and leg over me.
“That were fuckin’ magic,” he muttered into my ear. “I’ve taken a Viagra so I’ll be good to go again before long. You’re not leaving until at least tomorrow, I hope.”
“You’re the boss, Dave. I’m not allowed to leave until you tell me,” I replied.
