BJ at the Condo

Had a company dinner last night, and after a couple of drinks I decided to call it a night. As I was walking toward my car, I passed a bar and caught sight of a hot Indian guy having drinks with his friends. He reminded me of someone I used to hook up with years ago - MD.

Out of nowhere, the thought of sucking a nice, thick black cock washed over me, and my pants began to stir.

On a whim, I decided to text MD. We used to hook up back then, lost touch but reconnected a few years ago. Every now and then, he still sends me videos and photos from his hookups - hot, as always.

Me: Yo sexy fucker
Me: Wassup
Me: Just walking by a bar just now and saw a hot Indian guy and thought of you
Me: Suddenly had the urge to want to suck your thick juicy cock 

10 minutes later, he replied.

MD: Hey hotstuff
MD: Fuck am so horny I feel like cumming
MD: Nothing much, just parked at my condo

Me: Fuck
Me: I wanna taste your load

MD: That will be so hot.
MD: Am throbbing now TBH lol 

Me: If only there’s a place we can go 

MD: You can actually blow me in my car at my condo, if u r up for it. No ones around now 

MD actually lives not far from my place. I realised I could easily make a quick detour and maybe take him up on his offer. With every message, I felt myself getting harder, my heart racing as the possibilities started to unfold in my mind…

Me: Fuck
Me: How do I get in? 

MD: Ill get u
MD: But has to be a quickie though. I've got a 7am flight to catch tomorrow.

Me: Ok. I’m actually not far from you
Me: Where do I see you? 

MD: Park nearby my place? And come to the guardhouse 

Me: Any empty parking lots？
Me: You sure it’s safe? 

MD: I'm parked in my bay
MD: Well a small risk but its quiet usually
MD: No ones around and can observe if anyone comes by

Me: Hot

MD: We can do the defunct squash court if u want. I think that's definitely safe and can do out in the open a bit

That message suddenly changed things for me. I’d given hot blowjobs in cars before, but they always felt a little cramped. The idea of doing it out in the open - with more space and a hint of risk was undeniably tempting.

Me: Ok I’m parked further up
Me: Should I walk to the guardhouse? 

MD: Yeah ill come over now 

As I walked toward the guardhouse, I saw him approaching me. We shook hands and exchanged a bit of small talk before heading to the parking bay. It was quiet, though a little too well-lit for my comfort. From there, we made our way to the abandoned squash court at the corner of the building - and true enough, it was deserted, with just the right amount of light.

We walked into the court and started kissing. His lips were soft, and he smelled of cigarettes, which turned me on even more. My hand slipped to his crotch and, as expected, it was already hard. I led him to the back of the court and, with my back against the wall, squatted down and began to unzip his pants.

His throbbing cock sprang free of his white undies. I leaned in and took a slow breath - ripe, but with a faint trace of laundry detergent still clinging to the fabric. I took his thick black cock into my mouth, and it had been so long since I had a dick there that I let out a quiet sigh of pure contentment.

He started taking off his inner singlet and long-sleeved shirt, then gripped my head and took control. His breathing grew heavier, letting out low grunts as he pushed himself deeper in my mouth in a relentless rhythm. With my back against the wall, there was nowhere for my head to move as he thrust in and out, completely taking over the moment.

My mouth was sore and tired from the way he filled it, stretched beyond comfort, yet I couldn’t stop. I wanted it too badly. 

His back was completely turned toward the court’s entrance - half-naked, shirt off, pants pulled down to his knees, his ass fully exposed. If a security guard happened to make a round and looked our way, we’d be caught red-handed. The risk of being seen only made the moment even more exciting for us.

“I’m getting close,” he whispered, pulling his dick out of my mouth and working his hand instead. I opened my mouth, leaning in as I waited. With a deep grunt, he let go - 4 to 5 loads landing on my face. It was thick and warm.

I stood up and kissed him, half-expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t. He tasted me, and himself, without hesitation. Then I sank back down, taking him into my mouth again, savouring the lingering taste as his semi-hard cock rested there, enjoying the aftermath.

We kissed, and he walked me back out toward the guardhouse. I didn’t bother cleaning myself up as I headed to my car, my mind still high from what had just happened.

Once inside, I finally let go, replaying everything that had just happened. His scent still lingered on my skin, fresh and musky, and it didn’t take long before I blew my load. I moaned out loud in the car, the release hitting hard - so intense it left me sore, breathless, and spent. 

As I drove home, my mind wandered to the what-ifs - what would happen if a security guard had actually caught us, and how far things could’ve gone just to keep him quiet. I even imagined him joining in, the night turning into a threeway, with two heavy loads ending up on my face. The thought alone made my pants stir again.

New Year Escapade - Daddy (Part Two)

Had another window on this trip, so I took the chance to catch up with my two longtime friends - a handsome Asian daddy couple who’ve been together for years. They’re still just as attractive and charismatic as ever, aging like fine wine. I’m generally not into the whole "daddy" thing, but with them, I can’t help but feel like their "son".

I met them many years ago and have always found them attractive. They’re both handsome in their own ways - Daddy T is younger, exuding a rugged masculinity that makes him incredibly sexy, while Daddy R, slightly older and delightfully frisky, has a hairy, manly charm that’s just as irresistible. He’s also great in bed. I don’t usually seek out three-ways, but with them, the chemistry is effortless. It had been a long time since we last shared a night together, but the connection between us remained just as strong as ever.

Anyway, we met up for a nice dinner, wined and chatted the night away. Daddy T would occasionally slip his hand onto my thigh while we talked, a subtle but undeniably sexy gesture. At some point during the conversation, I found myself confessing that I missed the feeling of being in the middle of them in bed, cuddling like we did years ago. They exchanged a glance, a glint of mischief in their eyes.

But as the night wound down, Daddy T had to head home to take care of some family matters. Before leaving, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Go ahead with Daddy R if you're up to it."

We got into Daddy T's car to drop Daddy R off at his place. From the passenger seat, I nudged closer to both of them, letting my lips brush against their shoulders in teasing kisses.

Daddy R responded instantly, his playful frisky nature taking over. He took my hand, licking my fingers with a naughty glint in his eyes, while his other hand reached over my thigh, rubbing against my crotch. Meanwhile, Daddy T, ever the composed one, kept his focus on the road but couldn’t resist kissing my other hand as he drove, his touch both tender and gentle.

We arrived at Daddy R's place and stepped out of the car. I leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on Daddy T’s lips, tasting the warmth of the night on him before he smirked and drove off. The second the door closed behind us, Daddy R and I were on each other - no hesitation, no pretense.

We devoured each other’s tongues like two beasts in heat. There was no need for restraint - Daddy R’s energy was as raw and intense as ever, his hands roaming my body with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine.

Despite his years, he was as virile and insatiable as a man in his 30s: his strength, his hunger, the way he claimed me. He got on his knees, dropped my pants, and hungrily swallowed my dick into his mouth. I had been out all day before meeting them, and just as I was about to suggest a shower, he cut me off.

“No, I like it this way,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer as he breathed me in, relishing the raw, unfiltered scent of the day. There was something primal in the way he savored the moment in his hot hungry mouth.

We hopped on his freshly made, crisp bed before he hopped into the shower to get himself clean. To be honest, I hadn't fucked anyone in a while and I wasn't sure if I was able to get there. Daddy R came out of the shower like an eager child just finishing his shower before dinner time, got onto the bed, and immediately started sucking me off voraciously. 

We kissed and made out and he kept going back and forth between my mouth and dick. He had such a talented mouth, he could swallow all of my dick without gagging. It felt incredible to have him take me all the way in like that, his lips wrapped tight around me, his tongue teasing every inch.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Daddy R whimpered, his eyes locked onto me as he noticed I was hard as a rock. Seeing him like that - whimpering with need, like a restless kitten in heat - was an undeniable turn-on. The contrast between his hairy, rugged, masculine presence and his desperate, submissive plea sent a jolt of desire through me. His hairy arms, his strong frame, and that raw hunger in his eyes only amplified the intensity of the moment, making it impossible to resist.

He straddled on top of me, his ass slowly swallowing my pole. It took him a while to take all of me, but my cock stayed surprisingly hard the whole time as he grimaced in a mix of pain and pleasure.

The moment I was inside him, instinct took over. I moved with unrestrained intensity, driving into him like it was our first time all over again. He moaned and groaned beneath me, his body trembling with pleasure as he whimpered, “Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me,” his voice dripping with need. His words only fueled my desire, making me harder and wetter and making me pound his ass deeper and harder.

I gripped his hips, flipping him over effortlessly and pulling him onto all fours. He paused for a moment, taking a deep whiff of poppers, before I slid my dick back inside him. In front of us, the mirror reflected the raw, unfiltered passion unfolding - the sweat, the moans, the primal exchange of untamed lust between two virile men completely lost in the moment.

It feels like a second wind had surged through me - it had been a while since I’d done raw sex like this. My body knew exactly what to do, every movement effortless and powerful. My hard dick sliding in and out of his raw hot ass like a hot knife slicing through soft butter. There were moments when I felt myself close to cumming, but I held control, pushing forward, refusing to let the moment end too soon.

By now, Daddy R was in absolute bliss, his moans filling the room, his ass trembling in ecstasy as I slapped his hairy bubble butt as my dick plummets deep inside him. "You're so strong, Daddy... so strong," he kept murmuring, his words stirring me up as I fucked his wet ass, driving me crazy. He was lost in it - completely surrendered, his voice raw with pleasure as he begged, “Fuck me, Daddy...I'm yours, Daddy...Take me, Daddy...” I just loved the way he surrendered himself completely, yielding to pleasure without hesitation.

Moments later, Daddy R looked up at me, "Cum in my mouth, Daddy" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Obeying, I straddled him, my hard wet dick above his handsome bearded face and pulse racing as I stroked myself. His skilled fingers teased my sensitive nipples relentlessly, pushing me over the edge as I came all over his beard, the thick strands of my cum glistening like pearls.

He got up, leaned over, and pressed his lips to mine, his mouth still wet with my warm load. As we kissed, I could taste myself on his lips, the lingering essence of our intimacy. We savored the exchange, locked in a slow, sensual embrace, relishing the raw masculinity and bond we had just experienced.

New Year Escapade - MS (Part One)

Another new year, another trip home. I managed to catch up with some close friends during this trip. MS wanted me to come over because he missed "milking" me. I brought some gear to wear, and upon arrival, I had a great time playing with his cats. They're adorable.

I took a quick shower before putting on a body strap, armbands, gloves, sheer socks and a hood. I lay down on his bed.

"Would you like a blindfold?" he asked.

I nodded. It had been a while since I had let someone take control of my body and mind.

As the rubber blindfold wrapped firmly around my eyes, I lay still, my heartbeat quickening. He settled beside me, his presence warm and steady. Gently, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my left nipple, while his hand explored the other one. A soft moan escaped me - it had been a while since I had felt this kind of touch.

Each movement was slow and intentional, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns as his warmth tongue spread over me. With every stroke, every subtle shift, my senses heightened, making every touch more electrifying. The blindfold left me in darkness, amplifying every sensation, each moment pulling me deeper into the experience.

I started to drip.

"Have you ever tried a nylon body sack before?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No."

He retrieved it and held it up. It was, quite literally, a nylon sack - so small it looked no bigger than a handkerchief.

"Would it even fit me?" I asked, concerned that I might tear it apart.

"If it fits me, it’ll fit you," he reassured me with a knowing smile.

I slid my sheer-socked feet inside first, feeling the smooth fabric stretch delicately around them. Slowly, he pulled the sack up over my legs, guiding it gently over my body, inch by inch, until it reached my neck.

The material was incredibly thin, almost translucent, like a second skin. Yet, despite its sheerness, it wrapped around me snugly, embracing every contour. The sensation was electrifying - its tightness, its delicacy, the way it clung so effortlessly. A deep shiver ran through me. I was completely encased, and the feeling sent a wave of arousal through my body.

I lay on the bed again, this time wrapped like a cocoon. The snugness of the nylon held me in place, restricting my movements just enough to make every touch more intense.

He settled beside me once more, his warmth pressing against me. His tongue and hands explored my body, moving from my chest to my waist, then lower. The sheer material clung to my skin, amplifying every sensation - each flick of his tongue, each trace of his fingers sending shivers through me.

I moaned harder, my body writhing in pleasure as much as the fabric would allow. The inability to see, the gentle restraint, and the heightened sensitivity of my skin made everything feel even more electrifying. My breath hitched as his touch lingered, teasing and exploring, making me surrender completely to the moment.

Then I heard him reach for something, my ears perk up, trying to find out what it was.

Then, a sudden hum filled the air - a low, steady buzzing. It was a massager.

Before I could brace myself, he pressed it against my crotch, sending powerful vibrations through the sheer fabric. A sharp gasp escaped me as waves of stimulation surged through my body. At the same time, his mouth returned to my chest, his tongue teasing my nipple with strong, deliberate strokes.

The combination was overwhelming. The snugness of the sack, the intensity of the vibrations, the heat of his mouth - it was all too much. I writhed beneath him, moaning uncontrollably as pleasure built inside me, my body responding instinctively to his relentless touch.

I could feel myself leaking, my arousal evident, the pleasure only growing stronger with each pulse of the device and each flick of his tongue. My senses were on fire, my body utterly at his mercy, lost in the overwhelming, electrifying sensations.

"Ah, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my body trembling on the edge.

Before I could finish, he suddenly turned off the massager, pulling me back from the brink. I exhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath.

"You're not going to cum that easily," he teased with a mischievous chuckle.

The anticipation only heightened the tension. He repeated the cycle, bringing me to the edge, only to stop just before I could tip over. Each time, the frustration and pleasure built, my body growing more sensitive with every pause and restart.

Finally, after several rounds of this torturous game, he shifted his position, moving closer. He slowly unzipped his pants, took out his dick and pressed it against my lips. It was hard.

He pulled up my hood, revealing my lips, and guided my head towards his hardness. I wrapped my mouth around it, savoring the musky taste as he let out a deep moan. "Your mouth feels so good," he murmured, urging me to take him deeper and pleasure him even more intensely.

He started to thrust his dick deep inside my mouth as I continued to suck him. Being restricted in the nylon sack meant that I couldn't move much, and the idea of him violating my mouth relentlessly for his pleasure turned me on even more.

He allowed me to catch my breath after a good 10 minutes, then returned to torturing me with his tongue all over my body. He kept licking my dick against the nylon material, which added a layer of sheer pleasure. Then he switched on the massager again, placed it against my leaking cock, and moved his mouth towards my nipple, pulsing my cock with the massager while licking my nipple.

This time, the sexual pressure was building up around my crotch like a pressure cooker.

He wasn't going to turn off the massager, in fact, he turned up the strength.

"Fuck, I'm coming," I whimpered as a tsunami of pleasure washed over me.

I yelled, moaned, and whimpered so deeply that I swear the neighbor must have heard me.

Within a good 20 seconds, I was gushing warm, wet ejaculate all over my thighs, the sheer nylon sack, and the bed.

My body kept twitching in pleasure and finally settled down. I've had incredible orgasms before but this was one of the most intense in a while. MS calmed me down and allowed me to compose myself. He settled me down while he left the room to attend to his cats, and I fell asleep in his bed, feeling completely and utterly satisfied, with all my gear in tact.