One of many more to come .
When I first turned eighteen, I discovered the wonders of the internet and chat rooms, and as such have met a lot of gorgeous people which I have in turn shared a masturbation session with. My story is in reference to the first guy I ever met from the internet, we'll call him Dave.
Dave was 22, six foot two inches, blonde and blue eyes, with the most deliciously defined body I had ever seen. A University student, Dave was rather intelligent and spent a lot of time on his computer and the internet. Hence that fateful night when we met and decided that we had enough in common to warrant a meet up.
We both were not expecting anything more from the meet up than a good movie and some good conversation but of course we got more than we bargained for. Dave said to me the night before we met. 'If I like you I'll kiss you on the lips, If I don't I'll kiss you on the cheek.' So I arrived at the movie theatre early afternoon expecting some sort of kiss. To my horror, no kiss, not even a hug nor a handshake. Hence I don't have to explain my disappointment throughout the whole movie where we sat perfectly still and in complete silence.
The movie finished and Dave says 'So, I guess if you like you can come back to my place and play some computer games or something?'. I did not want to really, but figured I had nothing else to do. So we arrive at his place, he slowly opens the door and signals for me to go in. I do so, walking in with my back to the door, I hear it suddenly slam and the lock turn. Now my heart stops and I figure I'm in a lot of trouble.
Suddenly Dave pushes me onto the couch, kneels on my knees and pashes me for a good 15 minutes. Me, the ever jovial smart-ass says, 'I guess this means you like me?' We pull off our shirts and fall onto Dave's bed, it's a hot summer day, and we are already sweating a lot. I unzip his fly as he does mine and we rub our ever hardening bulges.
Finally I pull out his rock hard eight incher and he pulls out my uncut eight incher and we stroke each other, hard and fast, moaning with sheer pleasure. His pecs and abs glistening with beads of sweat reflecting the harsh Australian sun from his window. Our bodies get closer as we stroke, harder and harder, our lips interlocked with a passionate kiss.
Harder and faster, harder and faster, pre-cum dribbling down our shafts until finally, my back arches, leg muscles tighten and I shoot ropes of cum over my head and onto Dave's pillow. He follows suit, erupting onto my chest in a violent tightening of his legs, abs and ass.
Now we lay still in ecstacy, our bodies drenced with sweat, dotted with lines of semen, our hearts racing, our cocks softening. Dave rolled over and planted a soft, sweet kiss on my cheek.
Then we slept.