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Glenn

BJ was a lot of things, all of which ticked boxes for me. He was good-looking, had that amazing dimple, and hips I wanted my hands on every time we stood close together. We’d had a very enjoyable date with lots of good conversation, and every moment I spent with him made me want to see him again.

Or for longer tonight.

A simmering heat had grown all evening, coming to a boil as I walked him to the door. I wanted to kiss him good night but was afraid that might lead to more, and we’d decided to take it slow.

He paused, keys in hand. “Do you want to come in?”

“That’s not the way to take it slow, BJ. Maybe we should say good night here.”

“But do you…want to come in? And spend the night?”

I groaned. Aloud. “What do you think?” My cock was tenting my pants in a big way, hard to miss.

“Then come in. Just for coffee. Or sex?” He arched a brow and opened the door. “Unless you prefer tea.”

Would he be this naughty when he was little? In a different way of course, but still, I was intrigued.

“I don’t want coffee or tea.” I leaned in and brushed my lips over his, speaking close to his ear, “Until morning.”

When we stepped inside, none of the little things I’d seen before were visible, which made sense since he’d been here long enough to unpack.

I didn’t look around more than that because my attention was focused on the moist swollen lips of the man before me.

He’d worn a gray button-down, tucked into the front of jeans that cupped his ass in a way that had me wanting to take him right back into the house and to bed.

Of course, I was not going to behave like an animal, but the urge was there.

Every time our hands brushed or thighs touched, I got harder, but he’d have to let me know he was ready for more. If he wanted more.

As we kissed our way down the hall, his nice clothes and mine were scattered all over the floor.

Not that we cared. Well, I didn’t, but from his actions, neither did BJ.

We were naked before we fell through the bedroom door and onto the bed.

Our kisses deepened, tongues tangling together and hands going in every direction.

I wanted to know his body as I’d already begun to know his mind.

He was sexy fully clothed but naked? Incredible, and I was just glad there was a night-light in the room that let me see at least the planes and shadows of his sexy form.

I stroked down his stomach to find his cock hard.

Nuzzling the base of his throat, I asked, “Lube?”

“In the drawer,” he muttered, reaching blindly out to the nightstand and pulling the drawer open. “I need you inside me, please.” He tossed a tube onto the bed and lay back, stroking himself while I opened it and coated my cock.

“You look pretty sexy there, BJ. Want to show me how you like to be touched?”

“Can I show you while you put that thing inside me? I can’t wait for you. I’ve been imagining what you’d feel like inside me since the first time we met.”

“If you like.” I leaned back for a moment though, watching him stroke and squeeze his cock. “You’re going to make me come just watching.”

“Then please!” He held out his free arm and pulled me closer. “I need you.”

Squeezing more lube onto my fingers, I knitted them with his, slicking up his dick before reaching between his cheeks and finding his hole.

Even with my fingers so slippery, it was a tight fit for two of them, and since I was larger than average, I spent some time prepping him, finger fucking him, scissoring my fingers apart, stretching, before withdrawing and fitting my cockhead to his hole.

“Yes, please,” he begged. “Ohhh.”

I pressed past the tight muscles, easing in and then retreating a bit at a time until I was buried deep in his tight, hot body.

The sound of his lubed-up fingers working his cock drove me to thrust deeper and harder as he relaxed, accommodating me.

His hips writhed, his arm moved faster, and I thrust in again and again, faster, setting a rhythm he copied until the spurt of his cum splashed my belly, sending me over the edge as well.

My balls tightened and cum poured from my cock into him.

Then I fell to the side and cuddled him against me, spooning while our heart rates returned to normal.