The love of my life-time ( my cat that is ! ) had developed a bit of a cough. It only happened start matter in the mornings 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 Vets'Surgery was one of a chain and you never seemed to see the same Vet twice - not that I went that often, thankfully. Usually though, the Vet on duty was a woman and, to be honest, I was sitting there waiting to be called and expecting a white-coated womanhood to look and ring my name, as usual.

I was suddenly aware of a man's voice calling quietly,"Next ?"from across the room and I turned to see where it came from. There he was, this vision of manful beauty, and he was repeating at me,"Yes, adjacent ? Do you require to come through ?"That was when my tummy did that"thong"thing and my fondness started going like the clappers. He was fucking gorgeous and I couldn't believe my fortune !

Yes, well, there was the cat of trend, so I had to gather my wag about me and in the consulting room I did my spirit level unspoiled to explain the symptoms - while he stood there, just across the board, looking directly into my middle every second ; it's most unnerving when someone does that but it's a dead give-away !
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I'd better tell you what he was like, I suppose. He was about 26-28, maybe 5'10 ”, thin, clean-shaven and with a slurred mop of ever-so-slightly-tousled Black person hair. He had liberal shoulders and deep browned middle - in fact, his eyes were so dark that, with the luminosity of the windowpane behind him, I couldn't tell whether or not his pupils were dilated - the former give-away mark you look for ! He was wearing just a T-shirt and drab dungaree but the T-shirt was a bit curtly and wasn't tucked-in, so as he stood there and my eyes flicked south to"the zone"( that's another give-away ! ), I caught just a tantalizing glance of his stomach above the shank of his jeans, and the legal brief hint of a neat small"treasure-trail"of hairs. He had a party badge on his shirt that read simply,"Austin ”.

The cat was now out of his basket and being held by me on the table between us, shedding fur everywhere as cat-o'-nine-tails do when they get rouse ! I was doing the best I could to keep to the proper theme, explaining the circumstances and Austin was nodding and suggesting a few things. He didn't think it was anything serious - zero like cat-flu or anything infectious ; it was probably just a minor pique or allergy to something. As a modus operandi curb, Austin decided to librate him.

Holding the cat, he came around the table to where the weighing-scales were, on the floor in the corner, and with the broad shoulders of his rachis now towards me, he bent forwards to put the cat on the machine. Oh God ! As he bent over and his unaffixed shirt pulled up, he revealed his bare back, sonant pink-white flesh with just a few lentigo to add interest, below which, the shank of his jean was now pulled down across his backside, revealing above it the top of his underwear, now stretched tightly across his bum and showing a smashing piddling"rabbit-burrow"in the halfway - leading to,"you know where"! I nearly came in my legal brief on the berth ! It was all I could do to balk putting both hands on that fantastic 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 board and went back to standing diametrical me, as he returned the cat to my ascendancy and entered some contingent in the calculator. Then he decided to gibe his heart. He leaned across the table and reached out one hand to help steady the cat, while his early deal reached forward with his stethoscope. As he listened to his fondness, he moved the stethoscope about and that was when we made contact. His hand touched mine, still holding the cat, and an electric current shot through me as I felt the lovingness of his hand against mine. The foreign thing was that as I stood holding the cat between us, this touch of hand-against-hand seemed to loiter. Our faces were just a foot or so apart and I looked at the skin of his face and cervix, the hair around his spike and his jet-black eye-brows. I almost kissed him there and then ! He was looking down intently and then looked up, quickly catching my regard for a second, before I blinked and looked away.

My heart was going far too fast ; much faster than was goodly 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 aware that my face felt flushed and the arteries at the side of my neck were throbbing. I must stimulate looked a right field state !

Austin said,"Well, that's hunky-dory - there doesn't seem to be anything amiss with his heart ”, and I heard the words as I uttered the answer,"Well, maybe not his heart !"

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

Well that just made it bad ! My branch went like jelly and if I hadn't been leaning against the table, I'd have collapsed in a mound ! But I summoned-up the courage to verbalize again and said rather meekly,"What would you prescribe ?"to which he put his mind on one face thoughtfully, raised his eye-brows and guess,"A day of the month ?"

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

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

They always say that when you're on a first escort with a stranger, you should meet somewhere neutral but I guess I knew ( and so did he ) what we both wanted from this skirmish. We had not mentioned a meal and had chosen a time that made it authorise we both had time to eat beforehand, so neither of us expected to go through any kind of"ritual courtship ”. Sure enough, he was barely through the room access and we were at it ; the wine only got as far as the window-ledge !

I put the bottle down and turned around to front him and he was on me ; before I knew it, I was pinned against the bulwark and he was kissing me. He was wearing a hint of cologne or after-shave, not one I recognized but he smelled mythic. His lips were full and our tongue entwined in a mad Passion, as we explored each other, breathing heavily. He tasted simply pleasant-tasting ! My arms were now gripped around his upper trunk and my helping hand were inside his cotton fiber shirt, clutching at his shoulder-blades as our passionate kissing continued. My erection had come on the wink I heard the door-bell but my briefs were now already getting soaked from my pre-cum inflammation. I hadn't had sex for what seemed alike ages and I was boiling over already !

He was taller and heavier than me ; much fitter than me too - and quite a lot younger. I had already wondered to myself what could he possibly see in a guy a goodness 10 years older than himself ? Was I even wise to bid him round to my shoes ? I'm relatively shortly, about 5'6"and lightly built, so he could easily sweep over me in the wrongfulness circumstances. But all those incertitude evaporated in that first, passionate embrace. His strong arms around me showed such stiff strength but, at the Lapp time, such assuage warmth and kindness that I knew he wanted Thomas More than just a fasting fuck.

However, having said that, he was in no humour to waste any fourth dimension. The import we came up for air ( still in the mansion at this point ), he said,"Which way's the bedroom ?"and I led him upstairs. He had my shirt and jean off with the adroitness of an expert, as I still fumbled with the buttons of his cotton shirt, eventually revealing his chest and abs, almost devoid of tomentum except for that fiddling"treasure-trail"of coloured hairs I had caught a glimpse of yesterday in the surgical operation. He worked-out a bit too - I could tell. Not too a great deal but just enough to present him firm biceps and the source of a"six pack ”. Phwoar, he was gorgeous ! And me a 10 stone weakling too !

I was still fumbling with his rap warp when he saved me the difficulty. He was wearing white Calvin-Klein boxer-briefs ( the unity with a red waist-band ) and before he had a chance to rip them off as well, I grabbed him and held his strong body against me, feeling his well-filled underwear pressing against my belly. I dropped to my knee joint, sliding my hired hand down his back and muscular rump and pressing my face into the groin of his underpants. If you ever wonder whether or not you are gay, this is the detail that should win over you one way or the other ! There is something about the feeling of a man and feeling the bulge of his warm fork against your fount that, well, Son can't describe it ; it's just so arousing, thrilling, sensuous - and comforting ! By this point, he was sporting an erection all the way across the impart thigh of his boxer-briefs and I was softly tasting it through the white-hot cotton plant stuff, 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 fourth dimension up and down all over my torso. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head, as he kissed the undersurface of my arms and my arm-pits and my chest. I was tingling all over. His bureau pressed against my erecting, still contained ( just ! ) in my briefs. We both still had our socks on !

He now sat up and, straddling my branch, he pulled down my legal brief to give away my manhood and he just gazed lovingly at it for a moment before sighing softly and murmuring,"God, I just get it on a guy who pre-cums like that ; it's so sexy !"And with that, he rolled over, threw off his own Boxer and carefully lay back down on top of me, with his substantial organ alongside my own, up across my belly. He began thrusting up and down along my body, using the lubrication of my pre-cum to allow our two pipe organ to slide against one another. He was breathing really heavily and he buried the turn of his cervix against my look as he passionately kissed, licked and nibbled my spike and the side of my face.

This was all too much for me to take ; as I said, I hadn't had sex in a yearn while and the sheer fervor of him in this situation already had me on the edge of cumming. He was so into me ; that was what was so thrilling ! But before I knew it, sliding up and down against my dead body and breathing heavily in my ear, I heard him let out a lenient groan - almost of dashing hopes - as he suddenly froze against me, lifted his principal and closed his eyes. The frown of his eye-brows told me what was about to pass but at the Saami time, I felt his gourmandize cock against my tum, solid and toilsome, suddenly begin to throb violently in rhythmic spillage - one, two, three, four times I felt his organ pump against my venter before he began moving forward against me again, slipping and sliding his still pumping cock in the pool of cum between us and against my own organ. He let out a gasp of relief. And as that familiar mind-blowing sensation developed in my own cock and moved around to the base of my spine, the tingling sensation seemed to expand and journey around my sides, enveloping my whole physical structure, as my own sexual climax erupted from within me and I exploded my inside against him, our juices intermingling in this sea of turmoil.

It was mess ! There were gallons of it everywhere - running down my position, all over the bed, in my omphalos, in my pubic hair's-breadth, in his pubic hair ! And all over our tum ! After a few moments laying together in it, collecting our respective breath and metier, we rolled apart and smiled at each former, then laughed at the mess."Sorry about that,"he said,"it's been a while and I got a bit impart away."I just shook my top dog and grinned at him."It was howling - 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 low gear appraisal of him had been incorrectly and that, perhaps, a"immediate shtup"was all he needed. But I need have had no fears. No Sooner were we cleaned-up, than he settled alongside me, with his subdivision around me, cuddling and kissing me again. This was just too good to be honest. We lay there for 20 hour or so, kissing and cuddling, chatting a bit about trivial stuff and nonsense, and then I decided I wanted to correspond out those buttocks, so I grabbed postponement of him and told him to roll over."Hmm !"he said, as I straddled his legs.

Pulling his pegleg apart slightly, I buried my look between the boldness of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; soft but muscular, round and full but not large. And hairless, like a baby's ! As I spread the buttock of his ass, I slipped my tongue into his arse-hole and tasted him, slightly sweaty now but soft, clean and pungent with manlike aroma. He groaned in appreciation and diffuse his legs more, as I licked around his balls. His cock was pointing down in battlefront of him below his nut against the bed as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty punishing. I tickled his cock-head with my tongue, then licked it, kissed it and tasted it. In fact, it seemed like it was getting really hard again. My own goes limp quite quickly after orgasm and my convalescence fourth dimension 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 tousled pitch-dark whisker even more tangle now, he sat there, looking at me questioningly, with his eye-brows raised and his gorgeous brown center wide and dilated. Rather cheekily, I said,"What, is my hunky Vet going to make my temperature with his thermometer ?"and he grinned and said simply,"Dead rightfulness, he is. Roll over !"

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

I felt his fingers around my anus, as he applied the lube. And then his organ, probing, pushing and eventually thrusting slowly into me. He didn't pause ; it felt like he pushed a pull in 6 inches into me in one go and I let out a yelp as his tool passed my inner anatomical sphincter without mercy ! Then he collapsed on top of me, with his weapon system tightly around me, cradling my body from underneath, his face slightly above mine on the bed and his rock-hard tool buried deep inside me."My god, you've got a gorgeous can !"he whispered in my ear. I just groaned ; I just wanted him to give me. I loved the estimate 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 in but I didn't have my tape-measure handy at the fourth dimension ! He was almost pulling out completely, before thrusting back into me each clock time, repeatedly pushing against that hardened leaf node inside me that sent shake of exaltation throughout my soundbox as his prick pressed against it. My pre-cum was flowing again now and the pillow was getting quite wet, as I now began to arise an hard-on. It didn't take foresightful 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 intemperate into me and held firm and still, as he gripped my shoulders really tightly, pulling himself into me ; he let out a serial publication of gasps and I felt his tool inside me throbbing in its release.

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

However, he had one more surprise in store for me. As we lay there, him against my rachis and his brass 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 tissues from the drawer and pulled-off the now floppy condom on the end of his softening cock. He rolled me onto my back and before I knew it, he had my vertical organ in his backtalk !"Oh God ! Oh Boy !"I found myself express, as his tongue worked around my pipe organ and he buried his face into my pubic hair's-breadth. I'm only about 6 column inch erect, so deep-throating me was no problem for him. He seemed to love it."God, I love your cock !"he said, as he came up for air,"All that pre-cum !"And he did love it, that was clear. Some men don't and sometimes it embarrasses me but tonight it couldn't have been better and, although I had not had a mo orgasm on a date in a very long time, I began to palpate that it was going to bechance this time. Indeed, it was going to materialise right now ! Oh God ! I ached from inside, my seawall and the whole of my physical structure began to shudder and I began whimpering ; I was desperate to cum and yet my cock was so medium it wasn't happening, until - I tipped over the edge and I felt my ball give everything left wing in them as my climax rose up through my creature and ejaculated into his throat. He was good ! He was very secure ! He swallowed the lot and didn't flinch, although his oculus seemed a bit watery when I finally saw his face again ! He grinned at me as he licked his lip. discussion weren't necessary !

The bottle of Merlot, which was still on the window-ledge in the student residence, did get inebriate that night, but it wasn't until about 10.45 when we went back downstairs in our underwear, to sit, snuggled on the sofa in figurehead of the fire until the early hour, when he eventually made his excuses and went home. My only mistake, 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 pedestal"I wouldn't have missed for anything. And I'm still a bit touch about the cat ; perhaps I should go back to the Vet - what do you think ?