Carlos (name’s changed to keep him anonymous) was a beautiful man from Spain, slightly younger than me, around 27, slightly shorter than me at around 5’9", with juicy lips, a full moustache, short stubble and dark brown tussled voluminous short hair.

In his photos, he looked like he took himself seriously and had what seemed like an artistic flare. His Instagram was full of art and some shots of himself that although modest, still exemplified his gorgeous looks. We’d fallen into a habit of one reaching out to the other when they were horny, sharing videos and detailed descriptions of what we wanted from one another but one of us was always busy.

If his photos were modest, his sexual appetite seemed a far cry from that. He gave vivid retellings of having recently been fucked by two guys at once or many guys over one weekend. It definitely got me interested. I got the impression he wanted to be a fuck toy rather than a fuck buddy. He put a lot of emphasis on getting his “hole used,” which I’m more than able to facilitate. I caught him contradict himself in his stories to the point I knew some of them were lies but even if it was all fantasy, I was getting a really good read of the raunch this man was in need of.

On a random Monday, I got home from work before either of my housemates. He let me know that he was currently on his bike and that he was riding through my neighbourhood. He wanted to know if he could come to mine in 15 minutes.

If you read my other posts on here, you’ll see that I’m far from opposed to a hook up but I was nervous on this occasion. I didn’t know what time my housemates would be home and having someone that I’d never met before in the flat on a Monday night, especially when I was pretty sure we were gonna be loud as hell, felt like a hasty decision to make in 15 minutes. I replied to say that it was kind of a busy evening for me.

In fairness to Carlos, I’ve never witnessed a man state his case so effectively. He replied to say that we had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time. “I’m not gonna be near you like this again. Let’s not waste the opportunity. I want you inside me tonight.”

I told him to come round straight away and dropped a pin.

I managed to jump in the shower and change into some loose gym shorts and a vest just in time for him to let me know that he was at my place. I knew I wanted to hit the ground running rather than any small talk getting in the way of what we established we both wanted. My mind was full of positions I could get this guy in, all over this flat. I was ready when I could hear him walking up the stairs to my door.

He was far more put together than I expected, taking into account that he was biking across a major city. He had dark brown boots on, navy blue jeans, a tight white T-shirt with the sleeves folded up to show off his lean muscularity and one simple long silver rope chain. This guy had a sophisticated style, matched with some classic good looks. I really fixated on his lips. His cologne wasn’t one that I recognised but a woody oud that indicated a decent level of taste. He smiled at me as he walked through my door and came in for a hug.

“Hey.”

I smiled back with genuine warmth as he rocked back to get his boots off.

But like I said, I wanted to hit the ground running. He might have been about to take off his boots, but my arm on the small of his back instead brought his hips back up against mine with my lips getting a taste of his, finally. Just as I thought, they were soft and hungry, immediately responding with heated ferocity, his chest imposing against mine as quickly as he could. Our tongues were grappling within just a couple of seconds and I realised I had to remember to close the door.

As soon as it was shut, I grabbed his belt, ran my finger through the prong of the buckle and yanked his trousers to the ground harder than I ever had before. He absolutely was not expecting this and was just watching me for the first time, rather than advancing the energy.

With his jeans still around his ankles, I pushed his chest and turned his cheek against the wall and introduced my already flushed hard cock through my jeans against the soft stretched white fabric of his Calvins. I grinded the rough fabric and the hard inches it held against his ass just for a couple of seconds before dropping to my knees and burying my face as deep as I could in that fresh cotton peach. That cologne was emanating from his whole body. It smelt like the kind of thing that you would wear for a nice dinner and I loved the idea of us both masking it with our combined fuck musk by the end of what we were about to do.

“You just want this used so badly, don’t you?” I asked with a gritted grin.

The best I was expecting was some sort of moan that might drive me crazy. I definitely wasn’t expecting for him to reach back and lay his palm against the back of my head and shout at full volume, “Eat my fucking ass!”

It’s worth mentioning- I lived in a six-floor block with no lift and at 7 pm, it was highly likely that people were passing in the hallway. I loved the idea of someone hearing a man shout that and being scandalised or having it play on their mind and fantasies for the rest of the week. Yes, I hadn’t forgotten about my housemates, but all of this happened within about 25 seconds of closing the door.

I pulled his boxer shorts down just enough for them to rest underneath the curve of his ass cheeks. I used both of my forearms to roll those cheeks and immediately spread them apart to the extreme. I was completely presented with the hole I had been hearing so much about. An unshaven, delicate level of hair surrounded a pink little hole that parted just slightly at the pull of my arms.

I spat my nasty approach to the evening all over this eager little fuck tart’s prized possession and stuck my rigid tongue deep right off the bat. He was trying to grip onto the bare white wall of the hallway at the sudden rush of attention to his ass. I spanked it with my fingers splayed and grabbed a decent amount of his bubble. Soon the moisture between my tongue and his hole was very audible, along with his uncontrolled groans.

My housemates were still at the back of my mind. They were my best friends who happened to be a straight couple. They loved meeting the guys that I would bring through the flat and the main issue was that they would usually make us eat pizza with them, which would spoil the douche prep. Although they would be getting all of the details later on, I knew I didn’t want them faced with all of this as they walked through the door on a Monday night. Instead, I got Carlos on his knees and started lowering my gym shorts before letting them snap back to my waist, denying him the deep throat I knew he wanted.

“Follow me.” I turned and walked to my room, leaving him on his knees with limited mobility due to his jeans still caught around his ankles.

He dipped forward a little bit and asked with a laugh, “Can I at least get my shoes off first?”

I didn’t wait for him and replied over my shoulder, “No.”

I knew I had a few seconds and got onto the corner of my bed, taking my top off. He walked in, his jeans and underwear now fully removed. His dick was beating hard and it made me laugh how quickly this poised and thoughtful guy had become so dishevelled. I stood up to kiss him slightly more tenderly after leaving him in the hallway, but instead he tongued my mouth and pushed me back until I hit the wall. When I had gotten him up against the wall, it was to aid getting my cock up against him. This push was different; it was for the sake of showing me that he could push me around as much as I could do it to him.

There was no follow-up caress or kiss, just expansive tension suddenly filling the room. The fire in his eyes showed me how much he was enjoying all of this, but there was no irony or smile on his lips. My instinct was to lurch forward and push him right back by the shoulders with all my force. I’ve shared the electric passion of lust with many guys in my life, but only during this one fuck did I feel the electric passion of aggression. It genuinely felt like the two of us were about to break out into a full-blown brawl.

Even right now, my heart rate is up at the memory of it. I completely threw myself at him, and our unbridled kisses and efforts to get each other’s clothes off became Olympian. My neck in the crook of his arm, his breath heaving across my lips as I gripped his cock in my hand, it was like we were staking our claim on one another’s bodies. In this flat, the wardrobe in my room had full-length mirrored doors. It’s not the kind of thing I would have chosen to put immediately next to my bed but was a happy accident, as no one could avoid staring into the reflection while we fucked. At this moment, I caught a glimpse of us gripping, grinding and pulling into one another in a mess of shivering pleasure.

With that much compulsive energy, the only thing I could do was to get inside him as quickly as possible. I got my hands under his bare ass and shifted him back up against the pillows. As I worked myself in between his thighs he rested his hands on my arms with genuine vulnerability.

“I… haven’t bottomed for over a year.”

As I thought, all of his boasts of slut behaviour had been a total fantasy. As hot I was at the idea of giving him a night more memorable than any of those fantasies, I knew he needed a lighter touch in that moment. I lay my hand on his shoulder, about to explain that bottoms should always make the rules when it comes to avoiding any pain. He interrupted whatever words were about to come out of my mouth.

“Fuck, touch this hole. I’m so tight.” He craned his neck forward, like trying to get a peek at his own prized possession.

Carlos’ energy wasn’t the easiest to pinpoint. He had me switching gears from thoughtful to forceful over and over and I liked it. I ran my fingers along my tongue, still wet from all I shared with his ass when eating just a couple of minutes before. I collected enough to get my forefinger and middle finger soaked and then used this to make little circles around his undeniably taut little ring.

Already, the tang of my saliva from earlier was mixing with his cologne, evidence of how nasty we had already become. He bit his tongue gently between his teeth at my touch and reached down to grip my wrist in place. I took his control as a cue and began sinking my fingers in to explore him. He still seemed surprised, his eyes widening, his lower back scooping towards my fingers, taking more in.

Even with how tight he was, this ass was so wet from my spit that my fingers slid through his perfectly warm entrance. His hand moved from my wrist to grip further up my forearm. I gave him a few seconds for his nerves to adjust to having me inside him before exploring upwards, towards his g-spot. I laid my two fingers up against it. Before I started pulsing, I realised he was so tight that I could feel his heartbeat through the tight walls of his sphincter. I let him know and he smiled, a little flustered. I told him how hard it was getting me and started letting my fingers lightly drum on that spot while I sucked his 7-inch cock.

He was bucking with each little pressing of those fingers. When he was worked up enough, I let the fingers loose and immediately replaced them with my dick. Although he was far more filled now, stuffing my dick inside before his hole winked shut worked well and he instantly reached under my arms, gripping onto the back of my shoulders. “Fuck, yes.”

I angled above him, his pupils tracking my eyes until his eyes started rolling with pleasure.

“How’s that?”

He breathlessly moaned, “Slow, slow, slow,” so I stayed exactly where I was and watched his face as he let himself relax around me. He took about 20 seconds or so. I pulled out for a moment, slicked my length up with plenty more lube and returned it back into him. This time, he gripped my hips and tugged me in deeper. I knew he was trying to prove to me that he could take dick and live up to all of the stories he told me. I thought I would put that to the test.

I started rolling my hips back and forth, letting my cock seek and prod each time on that same G spot. He had good flexibility in his hips, so I pushed his legs back further and we started to get ourselves into much more hardcore territory. My bed frame was made of white metal piping, which he held onto. Carlos was able to fuck his ass back down onto my dick with each increasingly brutal pound that I gave him.

I got as deep as I could, snug up against his prostate. He responded by gripping fistfuls of my bedsheets as his shoulders rolled and his eyebrows raised. I was surprised how much pressure that cheap bedframe could take, as he hitched his back further against it with the force of our fuck. I laid my hands on his shoulders, keeping him exactly where I wanted him, rather than allowing him to escape the pleasure we were building. We kept fucking like this for about five minutes straight with absolutely no breaks.

He loved me taking control like this and bit his lower lip as he watched the image of me giving all of my energy to his hole. Suddenly, he pressed against my chest. “Give me a minute.”

I threw myself back onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath, only now realising how exhausted my legs were.

I felt him grip my ankle and lift my foot up from the sheets. As I craned my neck up to watch him, I saw him run his tongue along the sole of my foot and take two toes into his wet mouth. No one had ever done this to me before and I felt taken by surprise and slightly vulnerable but it all made sense when I thought about his unfiltered descriptions for what he wanted. This wasn’t a man that held anything back for my sake and I respected that. This was the sex that he wanted and this was the sex I wanted to deliver for him. Unsure of what to do next, I climbed back up, our chests together, and I gripped his cheeks tight in my right hand, distorting those pretty lips of his.

“You can take more of this dick right now. Because you’re what?” I asked.

To this day I think about how perfect our sexual synergy was at this point that he gave the exact words I had on my lips before they were out my mouth.

“A whore?“

“A fucking whore,” I interjected.

He melted at this and looked deep into my eyes as he demanded, “Slap me.”

Again, I had never been asked for this before but having had such a lame approach to him asking to come fuck at my place earlier in the night, I was determined to prove that I could match his energy. I can’t lie, I struck my hand across his face as requested so hard that it made him look left the second my hand made contact. As he took his first breath following the snap of shock, I pushed my dick back inside his still-wet hole.

I lay back, keeping my hands on his hips and bringing them along with me, to manoeuvre him into riding. He may not have bottomed for over a year but clearly he had good muscle memory, as he was bringing me to the edge fairly quickly.

Just when I thought I’d had my biggest surprise of the night, Carlos suddenly straightened his back, like a realisation had hit him and said, “I need to leave!”

“Right now?” I replied.

He picked up his phone from the side and checked the time. “I was biking through town to go to my friend’s birthday meal.”

This dude seriously lined up some dick on his way from A to B. I might not have been surprised to find out that the skanky stories he told me weren’t true, but going to such spontaneous lengths in order to get the long overdue booty call was a level of dedication to dick that I had a lot of respect for.

Yet again, his tone changed by the second. He pulled his hips up and off my still throbbing cock and turned his hole towards my floor-to-ceiling mirror. He ran his fingers around his ass, playing and pushing his fingers inside as though having not seen himself this spread and used before. “Look at this hole.”

I’m attracted to men who are into themselves and their sexuality and I love pleasuring another man’s hole just as much as any other good top.

I climbed off the bed and crawled along my carpet to get in between his stretched thighs. Once again, I buried my tongue into his now fairly used up and unforgettably malleable hole whilst beating my dick. I knew exactly what would be the icing on the cake for his long desired night of whoring. Within about 40 seconds, I hitched one knee up onto the mattress, getting my dick level with his fingers and ass, and sprayed my load all over them.

Carlos let out a few breaths of laughter as I leant my back against the mirror. I watched him immediately slide his fingers through my thick puddles of cum and take it straight inside his creamed ass over and over again. I could happily have watched that every night for the rest of my life, but like with all things that insatiable, it came to an end quickly. His own nut was released all over his navel, which I lapped up and swallowed, taking body shots off him from both of our juices.

He got to his feet and pulled his white cotton boxers back on, now containing so much residue and run-off from our animalistic breeding. I got my shorts back on stood by the door. He came into my arms for one long kiss but this time it was far softer, having now released all of the fight-night charge between us. We were left with genuine kindness for one another, rather than showing our kindness through cruelty like before.

As he put his shoes on, he smiled at me and said, “You know, you really are sweet.”

I smiled, probably trying not to swoon as I replied, “You too, you’re gorgeous.” It’s wild to think that we got that impression of one another from such a debauched physical primal scream but I knew exactly what he meant and was glad that he felt it too.

I actually saw him a couple of years later by chance at an Omar Apollo concert. I think he was there with a date. I was glad; he looked just as handsome as ever and I enjoyed looking at the guy whom Carlos was about to eat alive in ways this guy would never be expecting.