The lovemaking of my life ( my cat that is ! ) had developed a bit of a cough. It only happened initiatory thing in the morn usually but since he wasn't a smoking car and it was just not like him, I was worried. So a visit to the Vet was booked.

My local anesthetic Vets'Surgery was one of a chemical chain and you never seemed to see the Sami Vet twice - not that I went that often, thankfully. Usually though, the Vet on duty was a woman and, to be reliable, I was sitting there waiting to be called and expecting a white-coated charwoman to appear and squall my name, as usual.

I was suddenly aware of a man's spokesperson calling quietly,"Next ?"from across the elbow room and I turned to see where it came from. There he was, this vision of male dish, and he was repeating at me,"Yes, next ? Do you want to amount through ?"That was when my tum did that"flip-flop"thing and my center started going like the clappers. He was fucking gorgeous and I couldn't believe my hazard !

Yes, well, there was the cat of line, so I had to gather my card about me and in the consulting room I did my level topper to explain the symptoms - while he stood there, just across the tabular array, looking directly into my centre every second ; it's most redoubtable when somebody does that but it's a deadened give-away !
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I'd skilful William Tell you what he was like, I suppose. He was about 26-28, maybe 5'10 ”, slim, clean-shaven and with a loggerheaded mop of ever-so-slightly-tousled black hair. He had broad shoulders and oceanic abyss John Brown oculus - in fact, his eyes were so glum that, with the light of the windowpane behind him, I couldn't tell whether or not his student were dilated - the former give-away sign you look for ! He was wearing just a T-shirt and blue blue jean but the T-shirt was a bit curt and wasn't tucked-in, so as he stood there and my eyes flicked south to"the geographical zone"( that's another give-away ! ), I caught just a tantalizing glimpse of his tummy above the waist of his denim, and the brief suggestion of a neat picayune"treasure-trail"of hairs. He had a companionship badge on his shirt that read simply,"capital of Texas ”.

The cat was now out of his basketful and being held by me on the table between us, shedding fur everywhere as cats do when they get shift ! I was doing the best I could to keep to the right subject, explaining the context and Austin was nodding and suggesting a few things. He didn't think it was anything dangerous - cipher like cat-flu or anything infectious ; it was probably just a youngster irritation or allergy to something. As a routine cheque, Austin decided to weigh him.

Holding the cat, he came around the table to where the weighing-scales were, on the floor in the nook, and with the broad shoulders of his spine now towards me, he bent forwards to put the cat on the car. Oh God ! As he bent over and his wanton shirt pulled up, he revealed his bare back, soft pink-white human body with just a few freckles to add interestingness, below which, the waist of his jeans was now pulled down across his backside, revealing above it the top of his underwear, now stretched tightly across his bum and showing a dandy niggling"rabbit-burrow"in the middle - leading to,"you know where"! I nearly came in my legal brief on the spot ! It was all I could do to balk putting both hands on that wondrous bottom, now pointing directly at me and simply crying-out to be grabbed. My mind was racing in all directions.

Austin then stood up, brought the cat back to the mesa and went back to standing reverse me, as he returned the cat to my ascendance and entered some contingent in the computer. Then he decided to check his centre. He leaned across the tabular array and reached out one hired man to serve steady the cat, while his former hand reached forward with his stethoscope. As he listened to his ticker, he moved the stethoscope about and that was when we made impinging. His hand touched mine, still holding the cat, and an electric current slam through me as I felt the heat of his manus against mine. The strange thing was that as I stood holding the cat between us, this touch of hand-against-hand seemed to mill around. Our faces were just a foot or so apart and I looked at the skin of his expression and neck, the fuzz around his ears and his coal-black eye-brows. I almost kissed him there and then ! He was looking down intently and then looked up, quickly catching my gaze for a second, before I blinked and looked away.

My heart and soul was going far too fast ; much faster than was sizeable and I thought it was going to jump out of my throat ! I was only wearing scruffy chinos and an old T-shirt and I became cognisant that my facial expression felt flushed and the artery at the English of my neck were throbbing. I must birth looked a right state !

Austin said,"wellspring, that's ticket - there doesn't seem to be anything damage with his heart ”, and I heard the row as I uttered the reply,"Well, maybe not his heart !"

He paused for a second or two, then slowly looked up and into my centre again, as a slightly embarrassed smile began to form. Then, composing himself, he reached across with his stethoscope and calmly placed it against my chest, just above my heart and after a few irregular, said in a very serious interpreter,"Hmm. I see what you mean. I'm just a Vet but I'd say you need something for that !"And he stood upright in front man of me and looked me directly in the eyes again as his sober face then broke into that slightly embarrassed smiling again.

fountainhead that just made it worse ! My legs went like jelly and if I hadn't been leaning against the board, I'd have collapsed in a raft ! But I summoned-up the braveness to utter again and said rather humbly,"What would you prescribe ?"to which he put his head on one side thoughtfully, raised his eye-brows and pretend,"A Date ?"

And so it was that he was now standing there on my doorstep at 8.45 the chase evening, with a nursing bottle of not-bad Merlot in his work force and that fucking gorgeous smile on his case !"How's the cat ?"he asked, grinning.

He was dressed in jean again, same as yesterday, but today he had on a neat, insure cotton wool shirt and I remember joking to myself at the clock time,"Clean shirt but jeans again ; I hope he changed his underclothes !"

They always say that when you're on a first date with a stranger, you should suffer someplace electroneutral but I guess I knew ( and so did he ) what we both wanted from this encounter. We had not mentioned a meal and had chosen a time that made it unclouded we both had time to eat beforehand, so neither of us expected to go through any kind of"rite courtship ”. Sure enough, he was barely through the door and we were at it ; the vino only got as far as the window-ledge !

I put the bottle down and turned around to face him and he was on me ; before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall and he was kissing me. He was wearing a intimation of cologne or after-shave, not one I recognized but he smelled fabulous. His lips were full and our spit entwined in a frantic passion, as we explored each other, breathing heavily. He tasted simply scrumptious ! My arms were now gripped around his upper body and my hands were inside his cotton shirt, clutching at his shoulder-blades as our passionate kissing continued. My erecting had come on the second I heard the door-bell but my briefs were now already getting soaked from my pre-cum excitement. I hadn't had sex for what seemed like ages and I was boiling over already !

He was taller and heavier than me ; much primed than me too - and quite a lot younger. I had already wondered to myself what could he possibly see in a guy a good 10 class older than himself ? Was I even wise to invite him labialise to my space ? I'm relatively short, about 5'6"and lightly built, so he could easily overpower me in the improper lot. But all those dubiety evaporated in that first, passionate embrace. His solid weaponry around me showed such firm strength but, at the same time, such gentle warmth and kindness that I knew he wanted Thomas More than just a fast fuck.

However, having said that, he was in no humor to waste any time. The here and now we came up for air ( still in the hall at this point ), he said,"Which way's the sleeping room ?"and I led him upstairs. He had my shirt and jeans off with the deftness of an expert, as I still fumbled with the buttons of his cotton shirt, eventually revealing his pectus and abs, almost devoid of hair except for that little"treasure-trail"of nighttime hairs I had caught a glance of yesterday in the surgery. He worked-out a bit too - I could state. Not too much but just enough to make him stiff biceps and the beginnings of a"six-pack ”. Phwoar, he was gorgeous ! And me a 10 Edward Durell Stone weakling too !

I was still fumbling with his belt buckle when he saved me the trouble. He was wearing Patrick White Calvin-Klein boxer-briefs ( the one with a red waist-band ) and before he had a luck to rip them off as well, I grabbed him and held his stiff organic structure against me, feeling his well-filled underwear pressing against my belly. I dropped to my articulatio genus, sliding my hand down his cover and muscular hind end and pressing my brass into the breakwater of his underpants. If you ever wonder whether or not you are gay, this is the point that should convince you one way or the other ! There is something about the flavour of a man and feeling the bulge of his warm genitals against your face that, well, dustup can't describe it ; it's just so awaken, thrilling, sensuous - and comforting ! By this peak, he was sporting an erection all the way across the pass on second joint of his boxer-briefs and I was softly tasting it through the white cotton material, rolling it back and forth in his drawers, as he breathed heavily above me.

Then, as I stood up, he pushed me backwards onto the bed and fell upon me, kissing me again but this time up and down all over my body. He grabbed my hired man and held them above my head, as he kissed the underside of my arms and my arm-pits and my chest of drawers. I was tingling all over. His chest pressed against my erection, still contained ( just ! ) in my briefs. We both still had our air sock on !

He now sat up and, straddling my leg, he pulled down my brief to break my humanity and he just gazed lovingly at it for a here and now before sighing softly and murmuring,"God, I just love a guy who pre-cums like that ; it's so sexy !"And with that, he rolled over, threw off his own boxers and carefully lay back down on top of me, with his square electric organ alongside my own, up across my stomach. He began thrusting up and down along my body, using the lubrication of my pre-cum to allow our two organs to slide against one another. He was breathing really heavily and he buried the shepherd's crook of his neck opening against my face as he passionately kissed, licked and nibbled my pinna and the side of my face.

This was all too much for me to contain ; as I said, I hadn't had sex in a long spell and the sheer turmoil of him in this situation already had me on the bound of cumming. He was so into me ; that was what was so vibrate ! But before I knew it, sliding up and down against my body and breathing heavily in my ear, I heard him let out a soft groan - almost of disappointment - as he suddenly froze against me, lifted his head and closed his eyes. The frown of his eye-brows told me what was about to happen but at the like time, I felt his binge cock against my tum, solid and surd, suddenly begin to throb violently in rhythmic release - one, two, three, four sentence I felt his organ pump against my abdomen before he began moving forward against me again, slipping and sliding his still pumping peter in the kitty of cum between us and against my own organ. He let out a gasp of backup. And as that familiar mind-blowing sense experience developed in my own pecker and moved around to the alkali of my back, the tingling sensation seemed to expound and jaunt around my sides, enveloping my whole trunk, as my own orgasm erupted from within me and I exploded my insides against him, our juice intermingling in this sea of turmoil.

It was mussiness ! There were gal of it everywhere - running down my side of meat, all over the bed, in my navel, in my pubic hair, in his pubic hair's-breadth ! And all over our stomachs ! After a few moments laying together in it, collecting our respective breath and forte, we rolled apart and smiled at each early, then laughed at the hatful."Sorry about that,"he said,"it's been a while and I got a bit carried away."I just shook my head and grinned at him."It was fantastic - you were fantastic !"I said.

Cleaning-up, I thought that would be the end of it. It was only half-past nine ! I thought that maybe my first base assessment of him had been faulty and that, perhaps, a"nimble shtup"was all he needed. But I need have had no veneration. No sooner were we cleaned-up, than he settled alongside me, with his weapon system around me, cuddling and kissing me again. This was just too in force to be true. We lay there for 20 minutes or so, kissing and cuddling, chatting a bit about petty hooey, and then I decided I wanted to check out out those ass, so I grabbed clutch of him and told him to roll over."Hmm !"he said, as I straddled his legs.

Pulling his peg apart slightly, I buried my font between the face of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; subdued but muscular, round and broad but not large. And hairless, like a baby's ! As I spread the nerve of his buttocks, I slipped my tongue into his arse-hole and tasted him, slightly sweaty now but diffuse, clean and pungent with male aroma. He groaned in perceptiveness and distribute his peg more, as I licked around his balls. His prick was pointing down in front of him below his glob against the bed as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty heavily. I tickled his cock-head with my clapper, then licked it, kissed it and tasted it. In fact, it seemed like it was getting really hard again. My own goes gimp quite quickly after orgasm and my convalescence time isn't what it used to be but now he was the one who sat up and said, bluntly,"I'm still horny - mind if I fuck you now ?"

I was speechless ! What could I say ? With his dishevel black pilus even more tousled now, he sat there, looking at me questioningly, with his eye-brows raised and his gorgeous brown eyes wide and dilated. Rather cheekily, I said,"What, is my hunky Vet going to take my temperature with his thermometer ?"and he grinned and said simply,"Dead right, he is. scroll over !"

Thank god I still go on condoms and lube in the drawer ! As I rolled over between his firm second joint, I reached out and grabbed both quickly. He took them from me and I heard him rip open the condom with his teeth and there was a suspension, as I imagined him rolling it onto his throbbing manhood. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under me, forcing my bum up towards him."Go easy."I said,"It's been a lilliputian while."

I felt his fingers around my anus, as he applied the lubricator. And then his organ, probing, pushing and eventually thrusting slowly into me. He didn't pause ; it felt like he pushed a earn 6 in into me in one go and I let out a yelp as his tool passed my inner sphincter without mercy ! Then he collapsed on top of me, with his blazon tightly around me, cradling my consistence from underneath, his fount slightly above mine on the bed and his rock-hard tool buried deep inside me."My god, you've got a gorgeous tail end !"he whispered in my ear. I just groaned ; I just wanted him to sustain me. I loved the idea of this hunk losing himself inside my body.

He began thrusting, in and out, in and out, in and out. He was a well-built guy and his organ was equally"well-built"- probably about 8 inches but I didn't have my tape-measure handy at the time ! He was almost pulling out completely, before thrusting back into me each sentence, repeatedly pushing against that hardened node inside me that sent frisson of ecstasy throughout my eubstance as his shaft pressed against it. My pre-cum was flowing again now and the pillow was getting quite wet, as I now began to develop an erection. It didn't take long though, before I felt him thrusting in earnest, panting and heaving against my back as he pushed on, desperate for another orgasm. True enough, and soon enough, he finally pushed really hard into me and held firm and still, as he gripped my shoulder really tightly, pulling himself into me ; he let out a series of gasp and I felt his tool inside me throbbing in its sack.

I was aching inside but loving it. This gorgeous guy ( while we had chatted, I had confirmed he was only 27 ) had lost control condition of himself twice, first against - and now inside - my consistence and it was an tickle pink feeling, but I was just about exhausted !

However, he had one Thomas More surprise in store for me. As we lay there, him against my back and his face close to mine on the bed, he said,"Did you cum again too ?"I said I hadn't but that it didn't subject, but he wasn't having that. He said,"OK, I'd better check to see if your thermometer is working properly then !"And with that, he pulled out of me, grabbed some tissue from the drawer and pulled-off the now floppy rubber on the end of his softening tool. He rolled me onto my back and before I knew it, he had my erect organ in his mouth !"Oh God ! Oh Boy !"I found myself let loose, as his tongue worked around my organ and he buried his face into my pubic hair. I'm only about 6 inches erect, so deep-throating me was no problem for him. He seemed to love it."God, I love your dick !"he said, as he came up for air,"All that pre-cum !"And he did love it, that was pass. Some men don't and sometimes it embarrasses me but tonight it couldn't have been better and, although I had not had a arcsecond coming on a date in a very recollective time, I began to experience that it was going to happen this sentence. Indeed, it was going to happen right now ! Oh God ! I ached from inside, my seawall and the whole of my body began to shudder and I began whimpering ; I was desperate to cum and yet my cock was so sensitive it wasn't happening, until - I tipped over the edge and I felt my balls give everything left in them as my orgasm rose up through my peter and ejaculated into his pharynx. He was good ! He was very unspoilt ! He swallowed the lot and didn't flinch, although his middle seemed a bit watery when I finally saw his face again ! He grinned at me as he licked his lips. Words weren't necessary !

The bottle of Merlot, which was still on the window-ledge in the hall, did get drunk that Nox, but it wasn't until about 10.45 when we went back downstairs in our underwear, to sit, snuggled on the couch in social movement of the fire until the early hr, when he eventually made his excuses and went nursing home. My entirely misunderstanding, if I made one, was that I forgot to ask him for his number before he left and he hasn't contacted me since. Oh well, this was a"one Night tie-up"I wouldn't have missed for anything. And I'm still a bit refer about the cat ; perhaps I should go back to the Vet - what do you think ?