I’m an adventurous guy, and I’ve got stories to share that I wouldn’t even dare tell a close friend. Under an anonymous pen name, I can share details that will make you sweat. I had to re-think faceless or headless profile pics; guys without profile pics can be HOT. OhPartyBoy was in town visiting family for the holiday. He was from Jersey, and completely Guido … until his pants came off. Power bottoms love to serve, and OhPartyBoy was ready to play.
I thought faceless profiles were for either the really DL guys or maybe their face wasn’t perfectly symmetrical. The gays have a tendency to over-emphasize beauty but this is no matter for me. When I want to get off with a hookup, I the only preference I have is to be foul odor-free, doesn’t talk, and follows direction. A picture isn’t always necessary.
We chatted on A4A briefly: Fuck? I’m down, let’s meet. Downtown Starbucks, 7pm? Sure.
He recognized me, I have a face pic. All I saw was muscles and quite a package. The black sleeveless button-down begged to be ripped off. He spoke to me, and all I could do was glaze over and gulp down some drool. Forget the damn coffee, let’s go already. I can’t help that I look at almost every package I pass but I was almost sure this guy was packing. I wanted to grab it.
Being the polite gentleman I’ve been trained to be, I bought drinks and sat down to talk. It was a nice conversation, very polite. We exchanged numbers and promised to touch bases soon before he left town. I watched his ass walk away and made plans for what I wanted to do to it.
I can be so impulsive, I just give in to my urges when a hot guy is involved. I’m used to the Internet Profile Rules to get the real age, you subtract five. IThere were no promises from this guy, I didn’t care I just wanted to use up an ass for my own pleasure. My impulses spoke to me so I wrote a text and hit send. Nice bod, thanks for meeting up. Looking forward to catching up later. The reply came: Dayam I wish I didn’t have to get to my aunt’s house right now. I shot back, put your horny on the shelf, we’ll get it taken care of soon!
I prefer a guy that lets me have my way with him. Just shut up, and take it. I know you like it that way, you pig. The louder he moans, the harder I give it. Get on your back and jack off so I don’t have to wait for you to cum after I’m done. I’m a gentleman, I’ll wait but I’d rather be in the shower.
OhPartyBoy had his clothes off before I closed the front door. I grabbed his arm to take him to the bedroom and I soon felt his strength guiding me into the position he wanted me. Wait, damnit, this feels like r*pe! Crap, but it wasn’t r*pe, I wanted that wet and warm mouth slobbering all over my cock and balls. He just helped himself, like a pig after fresh slop in the trough. He had the rubber on it and was taking a second helping of pleasure by having a seat on my cock and taking it for a test ride.
Wow, he looked good ‚ muscles, tan, perfect hair, well-moisturized face, awesome tats that reminded me of a real dirty and kinky party boy but you’d never suspect under that facade to find a Power Bottom. OhPowerBottom; there, I just changed his name. He wanted to make sure everything I did felt good, and that I was enjoying the view. I wanted to kiss that face ‚ amazing lips were all I could focus on.
Onto his back, across my legs, stomach and chest, arm around me, and face next to mine. He found an awesome position and he fit perfectly into my cuddle spot. A little on the tall side for a guido, but since I’m 6’5‚ his body fit perfectly into mine. It was like we’d known each other for a year. I had the evening free, as did he. We hit it for at least an hour and a half. Came up for a water break, and to find some fresh towels to wipe the sweat from our faces before it burned our eyes.
He grabbed his cock and started to jerk harder and faster. I was ready to come, and just as I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer, he shouted and moaned as his cum blasted off into air, one, two, three, four and then finally FIVE huge spurts of his milky sweet cum hitting his face and chest, and then dripping down. We lied there a moment, caught our breath. He laid across my chest and I nuzzled his ear and neck. After catching our breath, we did some pillow talk ‚ an hour seemed like twenty minutes. I asked him to marry me, he agreed. We decided we would just hyphenate our names.
I was ready to have my bed to myself about the time his mom sent a text asking for him to bring ice cream when he came back. OhPowerBottom disappeared into the evening, and then back to Jersey after the long weekend. Maybe we’ll meet up again, whatever his name is. A faceless profile doesn’t always mean they’re assuming we’ll lose a boner if we see what they look like.
Steve aka blue_iz on A4A