The Connoisseur

Just call me Derek. That’s what I tell all the guys before I fuck their tight asses all night long. I’m what you might call, a connoisseur of a good fuck. I search for men far and wide who have reputations of being good in bed and get them to sleep with me. It’s a sort of game for me, but I never used to be this way. Back when I first came out, I was still living on those sappy ideas of love and compassion. I went to many bars, looking for that Mr. Right, but instead I got more of the “wham, bam, thank ya man.” I was about to give up all hope until I ran into Stanley. 

We first met at a downtown bar called “The Street” a hip bar where everything was fashioned after what could be found on an everyday street corner. I had just moved into town, and was working for a movie studio as an assistant to the script supervisor. After long shoots, I would come down here and have a couple drinks, fuck a hot ass that walked by and give them my number, of course I never got a call back. This night was different though.

It was on this hot summer night that I would look up from the bar to see a man that made me shiver all over at his shear beauty. His black hair was done in a messy Mohawk that edged on being a faux-hawk, his hazel eyes had a light trace of eye-liner around the rims. The structure of his face matched well with the tight black rock t-shirt he wore with a pair of heavily worn tight black jeans. A belt of silver spikes lay just under his exposed navel, a line of hair leading from the bottom of it down into the unknown beneath his pants. What was not unknown, were the tattoos that laced his bare, muscular arms. Too many to describe in detail, but just enough to make me start to get hard. 

He had stepped up to the bar to get a drink, and was now leaning against it, looking out into the crowd. Seeing no need to hide any inhibitions, I cleared my throat, “Hey there. What’s up? You been here before?”

He looked over with an apathetic look, “Yeah, a couple of times. I usually go to the rave down to the Hub, but they're packed tonight, so I guess this’ll do for the night.”

“I see,” I replied. I was not sure what to say. Me with my American Eagle polo shirt, baggy carpenter jeans, and worn out sandals. I doubt the ensemble was screaming that this guy was the perfect match. But damn, he was hotter than hell. I looked around, “I bet you’ve had a few good fucks out of this crowd.”

“Nah,” he replied. “Not my type. Although, you don’t seem too bad.”

My heart seemed to stop with that compliment. This was impossible, but maybe I could go along with it. “Really? I would have thought you were more of the rocker type.”

He shook his head, “Typical. Just because I dressed like this, doesn’t mean I only fuck goth guys. Besides, that fetish shit is too much for me.”

I laughed out of nerves, but stopped myself. “Sorry… I’m Derek. I just moved here a couple month ago.”

“Stan,” he replied. “And yes, I’m a musician, but please, don’t ask me too many questions about it. I get enough from the fans.”

We continued to talk and after a few hours and a dozen or so drinks, the moment was something I would give anything to feel again. I rubbed Stan’s tattoo on his right fore-arm. “Wow. You have any more?”

Stan nodded, then leaned to whisper something in my ear, “Come back to my place and I can show you all of them.”

My heart started to race. Was this really happening? However, I did not have much to think about, as the alcohol had quelled my inner voice for the night. I let him lead me to his car, and we drove back to his apartment. He lead me up the stairs, my heart beat getting faster with every step I took. Finally, we reached his apartment and he opened the door letting me in. I only had a moment to look around at all the interesting objects around the room before Stan came up behind me and started kissing my neck. He pressed up against my ass with his groin, letting me feeling the hard meat that was poking out of his jeans. I turned around and our lips quickly met, our tongues locking together again and again. My hands explored his muscular back and slowly made its way down to his ass. I squeezed them lightly, with him responding by doing the same to mine. 

He pulled away, and led me into a dimly lit room obviously his bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, “Strip for me.”

I responded by slowly taking off my polo shirt, revealing my lean and somewhat chisled torso. I then unzipped and undid my pants, letting them drop to the ground. I kicked them to the side and he pulled me closer to him. My white with red outlining briefs doing little to hide the major erection that awaited to be sucked, fucked, whatever would happen tonight. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the elastic of the briefs and slowly pulled them down. The feeling of the fabric against my groin area, making me fill with erotic pleasure. Soon my eight inch dick flopped out at him. My balls were nicely shaped and hung low. A small patch of pubes above my dick was all the hair to be found. 

He rubbed his hand over the shaft of my dick slowly, I rolled my head back in ecstasy, trying to hold the load of cum that was ready to shoot at any time. He then wrapped his gorgeous lips around them and sucked on it. Possibly the best suck I had ever felt. ‘Like a Hoover,’ I would say later. His hands slowly extended around and started playing with my ass, opening the cheeks and closing. Poking in and out at my ass knot. Before I could blow my load, I had to see what he looked like under those tight clothes. I stopped him and we traded places. 

He pulled off his shirt to reveal a six pack and pecks that were unbelievable, covered in a light patch of brown hair. He turned to reveal a large tattoo that covered most of the upper part of his back, my dick jerked on its own as the tattoo sparked a moment of eroticism from seeing the artwork. I then heard him unzip his pants and he slowly bent over as he pulled down his jeans. A tight pair of black boxer briefs were found, my finger caressing the crack that formed in the fabric over his ass. I leaned in and sniffed his man spunk, it made my eyes flutter in sheer esctacy. Once the pants were off he turned around and stood closer to me, waiting for me uncover his dick and suck it. I reached up and pulled his boxer briefs down, revealing first a tribal tattoo under the soft line of his happy trail. I closed my eyes as I pulled the underwear down all the way, then slowly opened my eyes in amazement. There in front of my face was thick, juicy cock, that had to be at least twelve inches in length and two inches in diameter. I quickly wrapped my mouth around the head and began scarfing down the behemoth. I gagged a couple times, due to the fact that I was not used to such a huge cock, but it did not seem to phase Stan. He placed his hand on the back of my head and slowly guided his cock into my mouth, in and out, sucking on the shaft, lubing it for what I knew and anticipated what was going to happen.

After a while, of sucking on his cock, Stan stopped me and told me lay down on my side. As I did, he lifted my leg up, revealing my pink anus as it puckered with excitement. He then proceeded to eat it with the ferocity. I moaned many times while he ate my ass pussy. Again, it was the best I had felt in my life. His mouth mounted in my ass crack, holding it open as his tongue snaked up my hole, I moaned and breathed heavily with every lick. After lubing it up well enough he laid down behind me and lifted my leg once again. This time thought, I felt the head if his dick on my hole. It tooka bit of effort, but finally, my muscles relaxed and my tight hole gave way to the head while the rest of the massive shaft drove deep into my asshole. I moaned into the pillow from the sheer pleasure. Stan then started to pound his huge cock into my ass. The motion was quick and with force as slapping noises could be heard. While this was going on I was jerking my cock in sync with each of his pounds. Not too long afterwards, I could feel my insides tighten as a huge load of white sticky goo shot out and all over the bed. I dipped my finger in it and held it up for Stan as he licked it off and sucked every bit off of it. The taste must have drove him crazy as the pounding increased until finally his cock blasted his load into the depths of my rectum. His pounding slowed, and eventually stopped once every bit of cum was placed inside my ass. As he pulled out, a dropped of cum escaped and he returned the favor, by allowing me to savor on his sweet sperm. 

I’ll never forget that night, however, it has lead me to have haunting dreams of him. For after a month, of what you may call dating, he left town without a trace. With a scorned heart, I swore, I would never go back to those petty emotions. A fuck was all I wanted, and a fuck was what I was going to get.

To be continued...