The unexpected

I love a guy with wired nips but even more than that, just love making a big-framed, beefy guy, a guy with a hundred pounds of muscle over me, making a guy like that tremble with just a gentle flick of a tongue.  And I mean tremble.  Teeth chattering, shivering and speaking in tongues type tremble.  I'm sure a large part of that is the sexual power you get, especially with a smaller guy like me dominating him, but it's really his art, his talent, his beauty that he lets lie there totally exposed with a sense of abandon that I both respect and enjoy.  Diving head first off a cliff of unknown heights, not thinking of the bottom but just focusing on the feeling of the air whipping against him and letting his body just react without restraint, letting his vocal chords do whatever they want.  There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the neighbors in this airport hotel knew exactly what was up.  He squealed at a pitch to shatter glass before letting it die out to a deep masculine groan that I could almost feel in my core like standing next to a giant subwoofer at a club.  Beautifully complete and unrestrained abandon.  That was fucking sexy.  And completely at odds at how I am right at that same moment.  My mind was racing, swirling with thoughts that interrupted my enjoyment of the achingly beautiful form below me.  I was so completely drawn to him that I felt incredibly insecure and I was alternating between painfully hard and frustratingly limp.

But he didn't have the same issue.  He was completely in it and it made me smile.  I had just sucked his nipple ring into my mouth and chewed at the base behind the piercing to pinch off the blood and send sharp sensations through his body before I let go and lapped at the nub made prominent by the ring, made extra-sensitive after the assault.  Talking to his nipple, I said, "I love how you squeal like a bitch."  I was letting the heat of my breath and the vibrations from my voice bounce off his skin to send a shiver down his spine.  He tried to answer through violent seizures, convulsions that didn't settle until I pulled back and blew cool air across his chest.  But just a faint change before his body rolled into a gentle laugh.  "My partner says that all the time.  I gotta tell him you said that."  A brief pause and then, "God, you're so sexy.  I'll do anything you want, Sir."  Capital "S", Sir.  Just like that.  Easily moving between the two thoughts completely without affectation.  His eyes didn't shift focus between talking about real experiences with his boyfriend and the glazed, dreamy expected slutty bedroom talk.  It was all one with him.  Completely real.  Unrestrained truth and sincerity on both ends.  And I was completely enamoured by it.

I met him of Growlr.  A pic-less profile messaged me and unlocked his private photos that still didn't reveal much.  He rapidly sent a backlit face pic that made me roll my eyes a bit (c'mon.  really?!), but being a visitor from one of the smaller cities in a red state, I could see how previous experiences might have made him a bit shy and lean to acts of extreme discretion.  But it was nice that he was otherwise direct and eager to meet.  The only time that worked was later in the evening after I had already arranged to play ball with some friends and after he had a work dinner to go to.  When I finally got to his room, I was a sweaty mess but was greeted by something completely unexpected.  Yeah, he looked good in his pics that he had sent me but holy shit and fuck, fuck, fuck he was hot.  Well over 6' with broad shoulders.  Beefy.  Quintessential bear really, with a shaved head and goatee.  And a bright smile that's completely charming.  He had an easy confident laugh that was contagious as I excused myself to rinse off some of the salty sweat on my body.  Coming out, I toweled off a bit and continued out in the room, exposed and already starting to stiffen up at the prospect of putting my meat inside him.  And that was the one moment the whole night where he stammered a bit and lost composure before his gentle smile returned and we fell into each others arms for a deep kiss.  At this point, though, he was eager to match me in my nakedness and stumbled across the room disrobing.  When he finally pulled back to take off the last article of clothing, his shirt, I sucked in a gasp.  He was even more hot naked.  Artwork inked into his skin from his shoulders and wrapping down elegantly to his firm chest, both nipples pierced and a heavy gauge PA in his cock...  none of which were displayed in his pics.  We fell into a kiss and I eagerly attacked his nips first.  His body responded to my every touch, whether my fingertips were lightly dancing up his sides like a crisp breeze or my whole palm exploring his back and spreading it's heat like a starburst.

I hadn't shaved that day, so I let my stubble rake across his nipples and down his chest before I swallowed his cock whole in one shot.  And that's when I finally experienced the clattering of metal on teeth that people have talked about in the blogs with regards to sucking a guy with a PA.  My solution?  Suck that puppy down to the back of my throat and use my throat muscles to swallow it down my throat and use my tongue to undulate across the length of his shaft and my lips to lock around and massage the base of his cock.  He felt me struggle with the metal and was telling me over and over he could take it out until I maneuvered it back there.  When I did, he just let out a gasp at the surprise and a shout that made me beam with pride.  Fuck I loved that thing tickling the back of my throat, but I was choking too.  I pulled off and rolled onto my back, guiding his head to my rod and he did he exact damn thing to me, making me rock hard in moments by mirroring my previous moves.  Unfortunately, this also meant that I grew more than he could handle and I felt his whole body heave as he gagged and his body protested.

Throwing him off, we spent the next hour rimming and fucking in an easy way in several positions: on his back, on his side, on all fours, him riding me.  I was still in my head though, reeling from the unexpected.  That, combined with all the position changes made me alternate between rock hard and soft and hard again but in the end all I wanted was to make him feel as good I did and for him to shoot with my cock inside him.  Despite how much he sighed when I hit his sweet spot, though, he couldn't cum until I got up and sat on his face, smothering him until he had to tap me to let him breathe.  That got him rock hard and in turn got me worked up to the point where I started to spray.  I lifted up and shot directly into his mouth and all over his lips before he sucked me in.  God I love a guy that isn't afraid to go ass to mouth and things finally calmed down, he quietly requested a towel for the cum that landed near his eye.  Ha!  Poor thing.  I wiped him clean before easing into a make out session where my hands explored and my fingers invaded his hole (one, then two, then four), which was completely wet and frothy from the precum that I oozed into him.  After the fourth finger and his hole started to give to the knuckle when I felt his body start to contract and his hole tighten around me while he shot his load.

I think I'm leaving a lot out.  It was truly a surprise that a guy that I had pegged for a vanilla fuck turned out to be such a pig.  From the piercings, to going ass to mouth, to the revelations in his slutty talk... Egging me on to fuck him deep and groaning whenever I pulled his ass apart and went that extra inch.  Telling me about how often he and his partner would play and what they would do, getting groups together...  what I would be permitted to do with the both of them... him wanting my piss, my cum, my fist, my whatever I gave him.  And it was all with that easy abandon.  It was just how he was feeling right there and then, not just some unrealistic slutty talk but something almost tangible and real.  Options for me to use or discard.  And that's how I'll remember him.  As someone living in the moment and real and completely giving.  And that's what I was thinking when we collapsed side by side on the bed afterwards.  Two guys, cut from the same cloth, completely and comfortably exposed.