Paul my best gay lover

I met this wonderful guy on the internet. He was looking for a bottom or versatile guy who was over 25 years old. Himself was 22 and had just joined college. His name was Paul.

He wrote that he was small but tall and light-colored. He wanted a guy who could satisfy his gay cravings. He promised to give good sex in return. He submitted a contact cell phone number. When I checked I decided to give him a call.

After the formal introduction we went into some details of the kind of sex we expected from each other and such kind of stuff. When each one of us was satisfied that we would make a good sexual rapport we decided to give it a try.

He was supposed come to my place on a Saturday. I didn’t work on the weekend and this was a perfect date for me. I lived in the suburbs of a big city. I rented an apartment and single.

On that Saturday afternoon I kept around home trying to set up my rooms and putting things in order. We had agreed with Paul that he would come around noon and that we would first go out for some lunch then drive right back. I asked him to abstain from sex for one or even two weeks because I wanted us to start with full loads for our opening matches since we were going to stick together all afternoon and night.

At noon Paul was just outside. I pressed the switch to open the external door to let him come up on the fourth floor where I lived. He took the elevator and within a minute he was just outside my door. I couldn't believe how lucky I was when I opened the door to let Paul in. It is always a gamble when you date a stranger and you couldn't tell what kind of guy would turn up.

He was slightly light-skinned, small in size but slightly tall, around 5, 04,” with a neatly shaved and trimmed beard. He had beautiful brown eyes. He had a boyish face but extremely handsome and sexy. He was donning a black jean and a black T-shirt with the emblem of some basketball team emblazoned one the front. He donned a baseball cap and dark goggles which accentuated his handsome face. He wore black open shoes without stockings. One could tell that he was respectful. He smiled timidly as he walked in. I closed the door behind him and hugged him.

After leading him to a seat I decided to ask him to identify himself for fear that I could be dealing with a boy and getting on the wrong side of the law, something I have loathed all my life. He retrieved his wallet obediently and retrieved his wallet from the back pocket of the trousers he was wearing. He handed over his ID to me and I discovered that he was a junior at the College and he was soon turning 23.

'Oh, right I will take you on,' I said to myself. As soon as I verified Paul's age I became really horny. However out of respect for this guy I decided to post-pone any romantic moves until after our lunch together. I thought it would even help me to get to know him better because right away I decided to make this relationship long term.

We went out and had lunch which he seemed to enjoy much. We decided to focus our conversation on issues outside the passionate relationship we were beginning.

When we got back to the apartment we agreed to switch off our cell phones and just be by ourselves for the rest of the afternoon and night. He had seen a lot of sense in my proposal and this gave me good feelings that he really looked forward to enjoying our romance.

We decided to start on the couch where we would have to explore each other while fully clothed. I didn't want to seem predatory since I was considerably older than him.

He seemed to be relaxed and alert to whatever I was talking and doing to him. I caressed him on the head, the neck, chest , abdomen and back while helping him to relax more. I spent minutes just clasping and unclasping our hands. His hair was dark and thick but well-groomed. I concentrated on his hair at length just enjoying the touches. I avoided, for the time being, getting my hands below his abdomen. That would come later.

He was gradually getting really involved probably getting to study what could turn up my heat. He was soon also caressing my upper body. Following my example, he avoided the lower mid-section.

I could see that he was very horny himself and in a few seconds of our fore-play, judging by the extent of the bulge around his crotch, his hard on was terrific. My dick was almost pushing through my fly as all my nerves responded to the strong sexual arousal this young man was causing.

I felt some pain in my nuts as the system back there was being prepared for the inevitable eruption that could occur without warning.

I knew that the moment I started kissing this young man the system would just let the flood gates to open. I didn't want this to happen yet hence I refrained from taking further action for I wanted to keep this initial ritual as long as possible since it was a very pleasant experience. I told Paul of what I was thinking and he agreed.

It was coming to 4 pm when we decided that we should get rid of the clothes and do the real act. I hadn't anticipated the kind of sex this wonderful young man would give me in the coming hours.

Since I was the host and controller of the situation I resolved to raise this steamy affair a notch higher. The passionate tension between us had reached a breaking point. Probably it was high time we let off some bit of steam.

The first round was going to be held right on this couch. I stood and went to a small wall cabinet where I kept the tools of the trade and other stuff. I retrieved a bottle of the lube and a couple of condoms and brought them down on a small glass-topped coffee table next to the couch.

When I stood up from the couch Paul knew that it was time for business and he had pulled off his T-shirt and put it away. When I came down to the couch I pulled him up embracing him briefly. We French-kissed for about two minutes, the wetness of his mouth accentuating my passionate feelings for him. The warmth from his body and the male odor mixed with the Men Only scent of the deodorant he was wearing considerably raised my libido and desire for him.

He had told me that he was versatile but mostly top. I am versatile and mostly bottom so we made a perfect match.

I reached out to unfasten his belt. It was a bit complicated hence he helped me around untying it. I carefully, with some due respect, unzipped his jean revealing underneath a grey boxer with the top of his white slip sticking out slightly. His hard on was at its maximum and his whopper was struggling to be freed from the captivity of the elastic tyranny of the under garments.

When his trousers reached his ankles I removed my shirt and threw it on the floor. I knelt down in front of Paul who was intently following all my moves. I gripped his boxer and slip and pulled them down to reveal a slightly dark well-shaped 6-nch cut whopper which sprung up slightly pointing upwards. It posed like a cobra which was ready to pounce. He was cleanly shaven around his genitals and I regretted this because I prefer it wild.

I gave Paul a blow job for close to three minutes before I pulled off his trousers completely before reaching out to pull off his two briefs and leave him stack naked. He was breathing very fast and the blow job I had given him must have taken him nearer to point of eruption. His nakedness induced strong waves of sexual arousal in me.

I stripped completely and gathered all our garments, crossed over to the bed-room and deposited them on the spare bed before coming back to the living room. We wouldn't have to think of clothes for the next 12 hours. Paul sat on the couch, waiting anxiously.

Coming back to the couch I knelt again in front of him while pushing his legs apart. Soon I was giving him a blow job for the second time. Now and then I switched my sucking to his testes teasing his nuts with my tongue and teeth. He writhed on the couch, hissing and relishing every moment of my lustful sucking.

His dick was smooth but very hard. As I savored the test of his abundant salty pre-cum he slowly fucked my mouth moving his whopper as far as the top of my throat. I was literary choking on his dick whenever it reached its top stroke.

“Easy, easy,” I cried out trying to slow him more because I wanted this moment to last a little longer.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,….”, he moaned passionately and this doubled my longing for him. “Give it to me honey,” I begged him. He continued to fuck me gently, taking all the effort to restrain his lust.

I really marveled at the skills he exhibited at this point. He knew how to control the upsurge of his orgasm. He would thus slow down and withdraw completely just when he felt that his eruption was imminent.

I requested him to make a complete pause in order for us to agree on the next course of action.

There was no need of further words as actions at this point were the most effective way of communication. I gestured to him to get off the couch and get behind me. He knew what I needed at that point and in a fraction of a second he had complied.

While still kneeling in front of the couch I reached out for the bottle of the lube which he grabbed from my hands and opened. I bared my ass to him and he poured the lube carefully between my cheeks and then guided it into my ass. He pushed the index and middle fingers inside my tight hole thoroughly smearing the fleshy orifice with the oil. I groaned with unfathomable pleasure as he finger-fucked my ass for close to three minutes.

I begged him to fuck me but he lingered on the finger-fucking probably knowing that the lustful longing for his dick was part of the blissful moments of love-making. I liked it all.

He then rubbed the rim of my ass with the tip of his whopper for close to two minutes. I was gasping for breath enjoying the tingling sensations his whopper stimulated. After what seemed like an eternity he slowly but gently pushed his lubed dick into my ass-hole. The pain of the initial stretching of the sphincter muscles was masked by the lustful experience of being fucked by a handsome young man with such a fantastically endowed dick.

When Paul’s dick was fully inside my rectum he started pounding me. My ass had loosened up during the first few seconds of Paul relentless assault. He fucked me endlessly as I wreathed continuously pushing my ass up and down in unison with his powerful thrusts.

Meanwhile my orgasm was speeding up to the climax and I knew I would soon spill semen all over the couch. I requested Paul to pause a bit as I put on a condom. He briefly pulled his dick out of my ass. After donning the cellophane I bared my ass slightly up towards Paul’s waiting dick. Immediately he shoved it back into my now well-lubricated rectum and pounded it relentlessly.

Soon my dick underwent orgasmic spasms as I spent my juices into the condom. The rhythmic contraction and relaxation of my anal sphincters stimulated Paul to double the rate of his thrusts. Soon I felt his warm cum squirting in my rectum while he groaned. We had cum together and this was fantastic.

Paul collapsed on my back his cock still stuck in my ass. I strained to look back into his face and I noticed that he was crying. I was beginning to show concern when he asked me not to worry because he cried whenever he climaxed. I eased him off my back as he slowly retrieved his dick from my ass. I got off the coach as Paul’s cum dripped from my ass down my legs. I lifted him up and carried him like a baby into the bedroom and laid him on his back. He was still crying. I lay beside him and we kissed passionately for over five minutes.

Our next match would be played on this bed. This time we would have to fuck me while kissing me as I lay on my back and facing up.

Before day-break he had fucked me three more times. We changed venues and styles for each round. One time we did it on the dining table, twice on the fiber carpet, once more on the couch and lastly in the bath-tube where I fucked him twice. During each of the six rounds we came together.

That’s when I came to know that I, Brian and Paul were a perfect match. We have dated many times since then.