by Thomas Antonson

Copyright© 2019 by Thomas Antonson

Erotica Sex Story: This is an M-M story about the benefits of taking your time. A man reads a profile on an online hookup site that suggests he may have finally found someone willing to be something other than a blow-and-go.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   Consensual   Gay   Anal Sex   Analingus   Oral Sex   .

NOTE: This is a story about sex between two men. If you don’t like that sort of thing, don’t read any further. I’m a bi-sexual man who enjoys encounters with both women and men. Deal with it.

The profile was short and to the point. It contained two sentences that sealed the deal for me.

“I’m exclusively a top and I love that moment during foreplay when my partner whispers ‘I want you inside me’. I’m a gentleman, not a playboy. I enjoy making love to a sensitive and responsible mature man ... and chubby.”

I’m not a submissive and most of my play (which isn’t a lot -- probably two or three carefully chosen encounters in a year) is mutual oral with lots of making out and body contact. Occasionally I’ll bottom but my experiences, with a few wonderful exceptions, haven’t been that great. Once a guy gets his dick in my ass it seems like mostly he wants to jackhammer himself to orgasm, which takes about 90 seconds and he’s done. Cue sound of flushing condom and clothing being put on. I blame porn. The porn guys can jackhammer each other for 15 minutes to half an hour at a time. Or so it appears on videos.

At any rate, my favorite encounters of this type, which have been few and far between, have been with guys who knew how to take it slow and make it last. I absolutely love the feeling of a hard dick in my ass when it’s bumping my happy spot.

But I digress.

This profile jumped up and smacked me in the face (in a good way). I pictured myself with this guy on a comfy bed in a dimly lit room having teased each other for quite a while. I could definitely see a point at which I’d utter those exact words -- “I want you inside me.”

The idea, whenever it came to mind, made my cock hard -- real hard. And at my age, that’s saying something. I had to write to this guy. His profile didn’t have a location. I figured, with my luck, he’d live thousands of miles away. But I felt had to write to him anyway and let him know that I loved what he wrote and that it was exactly what I was looking for.

So I did. And, to my surprise, he wrote back. This resulted in several more messages. He was, indeed, all the way across the country from me. Oh well. But, as luck would have it, he was traveling to a city about two hours away from me. And, he wanted to meet me! It took me only the length of time to type “YES!” and hit reply to respond.

We set a date, time, and place for the meeting. I spent a long time getting ready for this encounter. I wanted to make sure I was totally prepared for us to completely enjoy each other.

As I pulled into the parking lot of his hotel my anxiety and insecurity spiked. What if he doesn’t like me? What if we meet and he thinks I’m ugly? What if? What if? What if? It was all stupid, of course. I’d sent him current pictures of me including my face and chubby body so he’d already seen enough to know if I was attractive to him or not. But, still, this meant something to me and I wanted desperately for everything to go well. I didn’t consider for a moment whether or not he might also be anxious. Bottoms don’t give much thought to the possibility that a top might have his own insecurity issues.

We spotted each other at almost the same moment. We’d agreed to meet in the bar of his hotel and he saw me walk through the doorway. I saw him too. He smiled. That did it. Anxiety gone. I smiled back. We shook hands.

“Let’s have a drink,” he said, “and talk for a little bit.”

We ordered. He paid. He led us both to a table in a quiet corner of the dimly lit bar. It wasn’t very busy so we kind of had the place to ourselves.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said. “Your pictures don’t do you justice. You’re a good looking man.”

“Thank you,” I said, almost shyly, “so are you.”

“Relax, I don’t bite,” he said, putting me at ease. “Tell me about yourself.”

I gave him the Cliff Notes version of my life and sexual interests. He did the same. We sipped our drinks. It was pleasant and relaxing to talk to him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, finally, as we were finishing our drinks.

“I want what you said in your profile. Lots of great foreplay after which I say the magic words. I want it slow and sweet and sweaty and passionate. I want to fall asleep with my head on your chest and my bottom full of your cum,” I said, almost whispering.

“That’s exactly what will happen,” he said, looking me right in the eye. “You will tell me you want me to be inside you. I won’t do it until you do and you won’t ask me until the right time. Trust me on that.”

By unspoken mutual agreement, we stood up and walked out of the bar to the elevator. No groping in the elevator. Too many cameras. Neither of us spoke. When we got to his door his key was in his hand and there was no fumbling at the threshold. He opened the door, put his hand on the small of my back, and urged me to step inside. It was the first time, other than when we’d shaken hands, that he’d touched me and I felt a jolt of desire and anticipation. Silly, I know. But it was what it was.

I heard the door shut behind us and the sound of the security lock engaging. I stood there, waiting. I felt his hands on my shoulders. He turned me to face him. And he kissed me. His arms went around me and mine went around him. Our kiss seemed to go on for quite a while as we pressed our bodies together. I felt his cock pressing against me and I know he felt mine. His hands went to my ass and squeezed. I reciprocated. God, it was hot. I could have done this all night. When we finally came up for air, he grinned at me.

“Damn, that was even better than I imagined. When I saw your face pic and those lips, I thought about what it would be like to kiss you. Now I know. And I want more,” he said.

“Thank you. I love kissing. As for more, you can have whatever you want,” I responded.

“Let’s get comfortable.”

I thought he meant that we were going to strip, but that’s not what he had in mind. I started to unbutton my shirt, but he stopped me.

“No, not yet. Wait for it. We have all night, right?”

“We have as long as you want,” I said.


He leaned in and kissed me again, gently urging me toward the bed. When my knees hit the mattress, I sat down and our kiss broke. I was eye level with his waist and the bulge in his slacks was oh so tempting. I wanted to get his cock out into the open but I sensed that this would be the wrong thing to do.

So, I leaned in and pressed my face against his crotch, inhaling deeply and mouthing his cock through his slacks and whatever he had on underneath.

He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled up after me. Putting a leg between mine, he captured my mouth again and we started making out like teenagers. I thought I might just blow a load in my pants from anticipation. He wasn’t kidding about the foreplay. He started playing with my nipples through my shirt. Gently squeezing and teasing them (I’d let him know that I wasn’t into pinching or biting where my nipples were concerned, and he must have been paying attention because he didn’t do either of those things) and bringing them to hard points beneath my shirt.

His hard thigh pressed against my crotch and his cock pressed into my thigh. We dry humped for what felt like hours. My sense of the passage of time was vague -- in other words, I didn’t care.

He always seemed to know just when to move on, though. He kissed his way down my neck and began unbuttoning my shirt. I’d skipped the t-shirt that day and now I was glad. His kisses followed his fingers as he worked his way down my torso. I put my hands over my head and undid the cuff buttons so that when he pulled my shirt from my pants it was quickly disposed of.

He kissed, licked, and sucked every square inch of my torso, paying particular attention to my chest. He squeezed my man-boobs together and moved his mouth from one nipple to the other.

“Damn, these are beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself.

Again, this went on for I don’t know how long, nor, again, did I care. No one had ever paid this much attention to my body before. And then he moved down to my belly. I’ve been very self-conscious about this part of my body since I gained a bunch of weight in my 30’s, but now it seemed that I had found a true chub chaser. He kissed and licked my belly. He stroked it lovingly with his hands. He worked back up to my breasts and then my mouth. We kissed some more.

He straddled my midsection and pushed himself up onto his knees. His ass pressed against my cock, which had rarely felt as stiff as it did at this moment. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Then he leaned back down and pressed his body into mine. The skin to skin contact was electrifying. I stroked his back as our kissing resumed. I kissed my way down his neck and he pushed up again to give me access to his chest. I paid the same sort of attention to his nipples that he had to mine -- his groans of pleasure were all the reward I needed.

His cock and mine were pressed against each other through several layers of fabric. God, how I wanted to be naked with this man and feel his throbbing cock in my hands, my mouth, and most of all, my ass. But I continued to let him lead. I’d liked everything so far and we had lots of time.

He moved off of me and reached for my belt buckle. I let him undress me, lifting my ass as he pulled my slacks off, then my socks. I confess to trembling a little as he got his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and carefully removed them. I lifted my ass one more time and he quickly added them to the pile of clothing already on the floor. He stood next to the bed and looked at me. I felt like the main course at a banquet.

“Oh, you’re perfect,” he said. “I like chubby. Chubby works for me.”

I said nothing. I waited. It didn’t seem like the right time yet to say the magic words. We were still doing foreplay.

When he didn’t move, I sat up and reached for his belt. This time he didn’t stop me. I took my time unbuckling and unzipping his pants before pulling them down and off. I kissed his cock through his underwear, noting the large wet spot where the tip of his dick pressed against the fabric. I inhaled deeply as I lip nibbled up and down his bulge.

I took off his socks and then it was time for the unveiling. He’d sent me a picture of his cock, but pictures are often misleading. Things always look different in person. I was not disappointed. I pulled the front of his waistband out and slipped his underwear down over his hips. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them.

I stared at his cock and considered for a moment. I looked up. He nodded his head. I gripped the base and put the mushroom shaped head in my mouth, already imagining it breaching the ring of muscle guarding my colon. I tasted his maleness. His scent filled my nostrils. I caressed his balls with my free hand while the other still gripped his shaft. I hadn’t really started sucking him yet. I was still tasting and licking -- foreplay if you will. He didn’t do or say anything, he just let me move at my own pace.

I licked up and down his shaft, covering it in a coating of my saliva. I licked my way back to the top and put the head of his cock back into my mouth. I reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into me. He was long enough to gag me if I pushed too far so I was careful. I slowly stroked him with my lips and tongue taking as much of his shaft as I could manage on each cycle. His hips pumped in time with my strokes but he wasn’t insistent. He didn’t grab my head and facefuck me. Everything about this encounter was highly erotic and, seemingly, in slow motion.

I sucked him slowly for a while, interspersing sucking with spit lubed fisting of his shaft. It was enjoyable for both of us.

“Enough,” he said, “for now. Lay back on the bed. It’s my turn.”

He was grinning as if he knew a secret. I scooted back up on the bed and lay on my back. He spread my legs and got on his belly between them. He kissed his way up my thighs to my balls. He started licking and sucking my sack. Not sucking like a vacuum cleaner the way some guys like to do (that fucking hurts!), just gentle sucking that felt great. My dick throbbed and I felt a drop of seminal fluid on my belly. I was leaking. Bigtime.

I lay there with my eyes closed focused on what he was doing. I felt him begin to work his way up from my balls to my shaft. His hand gripped the base and he began to gently squeeze and stroke me. I must have moaned because I heard him chuckle.

I gasped as he put the head of my cock in his mouth. That first moment when someone takes my cock in their mouth is always a pleasant shock. This was no exception. I’m not “hung” by any means but I’ve been told by more than one sex partner that I have a “nice mouthful.” He filled his mouth with me. I felt his lips work their way to the bottom of my shaft and then back up to the top. It felt great.

He pushed my legs up and back. While he fisted my cock, his tongue worked its way down over my balls and my taint to zero in on the little starfish at the bottom of my crack. This was only the second or third time in my life that anyone had ever done that and it was like being plugged into an electric socket.

“Fuck!” I said, as my ass came up off the bed. He was ready for it and kept on licking my ass and stroking my dick.

He coated my hole with a good amount of his saliva and then I felt his finger slide in. Oh, fuck, that felt good. Then his mouth was back on my dick and he started sucking it for real. And that’s when his finger hit my buzzer right on the button and I almost lost it.

He was ready for that as well and stopped everything, just holding my dick in his mouth and not moving his finger. When I calmed down he started in again, only slower this time, pushing me right to the edge and pulling me back. It was an agony of pleasure. He kept me right on the edge of an orgasmic abyss for what seemed like forever, until I reached the point where I had to have more. It was time.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered. The magic words. He tickled my prostate a few more times and then let go of my dick with a pop.

I saw him smile as he moved to the side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube and a towel.

“I knew you’d say it,” he said. “I just didn’t know how long you could take the edging. Get on your belly. Lift up a bit so I can put this towel under you.”

I rolled over, lifted up a bit so he could place the towel, and then reached back to spread my ass cheeks. I felt the coolness of the lube as he let it dribble down my crack. He gently worked it into my ass with his fingers -- first one, then two, and finally, three.

He pulled me onto my side and slid behind me. I lifted my leg and he pushed his cock between my cheeks. I used my fingers to guide him, but he didn’t really need me to do that. He knew where to go.

I was ready for him. He slipped the helmet of his cock past my sphincter with only a little discomfort and then he held it there for a moment before sliding the rest of his well-lubed shaft into my ass, pressing until his pubes were flush against me. He put an arm around me and began gently stroking my dick. He had some lube on his fingers and used it to stroke me.

I squeezed him with my ass muscles while he held his hips perfectly still.

“Mmmmm ... that’s nice. You’re very tight. You must not do this very often,” he whispered in my ear.

“Not often,” I said as his lips kissed the side of my neck.

“Good to know,” he murmured.

And then he began to work on me. Long slow strokes, each one dragging or pushing the head of his cock against my happy spot. His hand on my cock was firm but not insistent. He seemed to be holding it as some sort of barometer of my excitement level. He wasn’t jerking me off. But, damn, it felt good. I was used to wham-bam-let’s-get-dressed fucking and this was definitely not that.

It was slow but implacable. His cock owned my ass. I knew it. He knew it. One of the things he’d told me was that he could cum more than once. He made it clear that he intended to deposit several loads in my ass that evening. I knew I’d be sore the next day, but I was also convinced it would be worth it.

“Tell me you want to feel my cum in your ass,” he told me.

“Oh, yes, I want your load. Fill me up,” I whispered, clamping my rectal muscles as tight as I could around his dick to encourage his orgasm.

“Wish granted. Hang on,” he hissed into my ear.

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