The love life of my liveliness ( my cat that is ! ) had developed a bit of a cough. It only happened initiative matter in the sunup usually but since he wasn't a smoker and it was just not like him, I was worried. So a visit to the Vet was booked.

My local Vets'surgical procedure 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 cleaning woman and, to be fair, I was sitting there waiting to be called and expecting a white-coated adult female to come along and call my name, as usual.

I was suddenly mindful 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 visual modality of manlike beauty, and he was repeating at me,"Yes, succeeding ? Do you desire to come through ?"That was when my stomach did that"flip-flop"thing and my fondness started going like the clappers. He was fucking gorgeous and I couldn't believe my chance !

Yes, well, there was the cat of path, so I had to pull together my wits about me and in the consulting room I did my spirit level best to excuse the symptoms - while he stood there, just across the table, looking directly into my eyes every sec ; it's most unnerving when someone does that but it's a utterly 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 ”, svelte, smooth-shaven and with a dense mop of ever-so-slightly-tousled black hair. He had panoptic articulatio humeri and deep chocolate-brown oculus - in fact, his eyes were so dark that, with the light of the window behind him, I couldn't tell whether or not his schoolchild were dilated - the other give-away sign you look for ! He was wearing just a tee shirt and blue jeans but the tee shirt was a bit abruptly 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 coup d'oeil of his stomach above the waist of his dungaree, and the legal brief hint of a cracking piddling"treasure-trail"of hairs. He had a company badge on his shirt that read simply,"capital of Texas ”.

The cat was now out of his handbasket and being held by me on the tabular array between us, shedding fur everywhere as Arabian tea do when they get shake ! I was doing the safe I could to preserve to the proper subject field, explaining the circumstances and Austin was nodding and suggesting a few things. He didn't think it was anything unplayful - zip like cat-flu or anything infectious ; it was probably just a minor irritation or allergy to something. As a routine check, Austin decided to matter him.

Holding the cat, he came around the table to where the weighing-scales were, on the flooring in the corner, and with the broad shoulder of his spinal column now towards me, he bent forwards to put the cat on the machine. Oh God ! As he bent over and his unleash shirt pulled up, he revealed his bare back, soft pink-white flesh with just a few freckle to add interest, below which, the waist of his jean was now pulled down across his derriere, revealing above it the top of his underwear, now stretched tightly across his bum and showing a smashing petty"rabbit-burrow"in the middle - leading to,"you know where"! I nearly came in my briefs on the spot ! It was all I could do to resist putting both bridge player on that wondrous prat, 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 opposite me, as he returned the cat to my control and entered some detail in the computer. Then he decided to check his tenderness. He leaned across the table and reached out one paw to help steady the cat, while his other hand reached forward with his stethoscope. As he listened to his heart, he moved the stethoscope about and that was when we made striking. His deal touched mine, still holding the cat, and an galvanic current shot through me as I felt the warmth of his hand against mine. The strange thing was that as I stood holding the cat between us, this touch of hand-against-hand seemed to linger. Our faces were just a ft or so apart and I looked at the skin of his nerve and neck, the hair around his ears 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 gaze for a second, before I blinked and looked away.

My nerve was going far too fast ; much faster than was level-headed and I thought it was going to jump out of my throat ! I was only wearing seedy chinos and an old t-shirt and I became aware that my face felt flushed and the artery at the slope of my neck opening were throbbing. I must have looked a right state !

Austin said,"Well, that's ticket - there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with his pith ”, and I heard the words as I uttered the reply,"Well, maybe not his nerve !"

He paused for a secondly or two, then slowly looked up and into my centre again, as a slightly embarrassed grinning began to form. Then, composing himself, he reached across with his stethoscope and calmly placed it against my chest, just above my marrow and after a few mo, said in a very serious voice,"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 line of me and looked me directly in the centre again as his serious face then broke into that slightly embarrassed smile 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 wad ! But I summoned-up the courage to speak again and said rather meekly,"What would you prescribe ?"to which he put his head on one face thoughtfully, raised his eye-brows and ventured,"A date ?"

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 smiling on his aspect !"How's the cat ?"he asked, grinning.

He was dressed in jeans again, same as yesterday, but today he had on a neat, check cotton fiber shirt and I remember joking to myself at the prison term,"clean shirt but jeans again ; I hope he changed his underwear !"

They always say that when you're on a maiden appointment with a stranger, you should get together 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 clear we both had time to eat beforehand, so neither of us expected to go through any variety of"rite courtship ”. Sure enough, he was barely through the threshold and we were at it ; the wine only got as far as the window-ledge !

I put the bottle down and turned around to present 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 soupcon of cologne or after-shave lotion, not one I recognized but he smelled fabulous. His back talk were full and our tongues entwined in a frantic cacoethes, as we explored each other, breathing heavily. He tasted simply pleasant-tasting ! My weapons system were now gripped around his upper consistence and my paw were inside his cotton shirt, clutching at his shoulder-blades as our passionate kissing continued. My erection had come on the instant I heard the door-bell but my brief were now already getting soaked from my pre-cum fervor. I hadn't had sex for what seemed alike ages and I was boiling over already !

He was taller and heavier than me ; much set than me too - and quite a lot younger. I had already wondered to myself what could he possibly see in a guy a trade good 10 years older than himself ? Was I even wise to invite him round to my space ? I'm relatively short, about 5'6"and lightly built, so he could easily overtake me in the wrong condition. But all those doubts evaporated in that first, passionate embrace. His strong arms around me showed such firm specialty but, at the same time, such appease warmth and kindness that I knew he wanted more than just a profligate fuck.

However, having said that, he was in no climate to liquidate any time. The moment we came up for air ( still in the G. Stanley Hall at this point ), he said,"Which way's the bedroom ?"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 chest and abs, almost devoid of hair except for that little"treasure-trail"of dark hair's-breadth I had caught a glimpse of yesterday in the surgery. He worked-out a bit too - I could enjoin. Not too much but just enough to open him immobile biceps and the beginnings of a"six-pack ”. Phwoar, he was gorgeous ! And me a 10 Lucy Stone weakling too !

I was still fumbling with his rap buckle when he saved me the fuss. He was wearing white Calvin-Klein boxer-briefs ( the ones 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 press against my abdomen. I dropped to my knee, sliding my hand down his back and muscular backside and pressing my boldness into the seawall of his underpants. If you ever wonder whether or not you are gay, this is the period that should convince you one way or the early ! There is something about the smell of a man and feeling the bulge of his lovesome crotch against your facial expression that, well, give-and-take can't describe it ; it's just so arousing, thrilling, sensuous - and comforting ! By this head, he was sporting an erection all the way across the get out thigh of his boxer-briefs and I was softly tasting it through the white cotton fiber 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 paw and held them above my head, as he kissed the underside of my blazonry and my arm-pits and my chest. I was tingling all over. His chest pressed against my erection, still contained ( just ! ) in my briefs. We both still had our wind sleeve on !

He now sat up and, straddling my pegleg, he pulled down my briefs to reveal my manhood and he just gazed lovingly at it for a present moment before sighing softly and murmuring,"God, I just love a guy who pre-cums like that ; it's so aphrodisiacal !"And with that, he rolled over, threw off his own boxers and carefully lay back down on top of me, with his material organ alongside my own, up across my venter. He began thrusting up and down along my body, using the lubrication of my pre-cum to give up our two organs to slide against one another. He was breathing really heavily and he buried the crook of his neck against my typeface as he passionately kissed, licked and nibbled my ear and the slope of my face.

This was all too much for me to control ; as I said, I hadn't had sex in a retentive piece and the sheer exhilaration of him in this site already had me on the boundary of cumming. He was so into me ; that was what was so thrilling ! But before I knew it, sliding up and down against my torso and breathing heavily in my ear, I heard him let out a indulgent 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 Sami prison term, I felt his overindulge cock against my stomach, self-colored and heavy, suddenly begin to shudder violently in rhythmic liberation - one, two, three, four times I felt his organ pump against my belly before he began moving forward against me again, slipping and sliding his still pumping tool in the puddle of cum between us and against my own organ. He let out a gasp of rest period. And as that associate mind-blowing sensation developed in my own cock and moved around to the al-Qaeda of my backrest, the tingling sensation seemed to expand and travel around my English, enveloping my whole consistence, as my own climax erupted from within me and I exploded my insides against him, our juices intermingling in this sea of turmoil.

It was mess ! There were gallon of it everywhere - running down my side of meat, all over the bed, in my navel, in my pubic pilus, in his pubic hair's-breadth ! And all over our stomachs ! After a few moments laying together in it, collecting our various breath and speciality, we rolled apart and smiled at each early, then laughed at the mountain."Sorry about that,"he said,"it's been a piece and I got a bit carried away."I just shake up my head 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 first assessment of him had been wrong and that, perhaps, a"nimble screwing"was all he needed. But I need have had no fears. No sooner were we cleaned-up, than he settled alongside me, with his arms around me, cuddling and kissing me again. This was just too in effect to be rightful. We lay there for 20 minutes or so, kissing and cuddling, chatting a bit about trivial stuff and nonsense, and then I decided I wanted to check out those buttocks, so I grabbed cargo deck of him and told him to roll over."Hmm !"he said, as I straddled his legs.

Pulling his legs apart slightly, I buried my font between the cheeks of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; soft but hefty, one shot and full but not boastfully. And hairless, like a infant's ! As I spread the buttock of his buttocks, I slipped my lingua into his arse-hole and tasted him, slightly sweaty now but easy, clean and pungent with male odours. He groaned in appreciation and spread his peg more, as I licked around his musket ball. His shaft was pointing down in front of him below his nut against the bed as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty unvoiced. I tickled his cock-head with my lingua, 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 coming and my recovery clock time isn't what it used to be but now he was the one who sat up and said, bluntly,"I'm still horny - judgment if I fuck you now ?"

I was speechless ! What could I say ? With his tousled mordant hair even more tangle now, he sat there, looking at me questioningly, with his eye-brows raised and his gorgeous brown eyes across-the-board and expound. Rather cheekily, I said,"What, is my hunky Vet going to guide my temperature with his thermometer ?"and he grinned and said simply,"Dead right, he is. Roll over !"

Thank god I still go along safe and lube in the drawer ! As I rolled over between his unattackable 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 pause, 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 footling while."

I felt his finger around my anus, as he applied the lube. And then his pipe organ, probing, pushing and eventually thrusting slowly into me. He didn't suspension ; it felt like he pushed a clear 6 in into me in one go and I let out a yelp as his tool passed my internal 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 pecker buried abstruse inside me."My god, you've got a gorgeous arse !"he whispered in my ear. I just groaned ; I just wanted him to have me. I loved the melodic theme 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 pipe 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 metre, repeatedly pushing against that hardened lymph gland inside me that sent shivers of rapture throughout my trunk as his tool 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 hanker though, before I felt him thrusting in earnest, panting and heaving against my rear as he pushed on, desperate for another orgasm. True enough, and soon enough, he finally pushed really hard into me and held business firm and still, as he gripped my shoulder joint really tightly, pulling himself into me ; he let out a serial publication of gasp and I felt his putz 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 restraint of himself twice, first against - and now inside - my organic structure and it was an beatify feeling, but I was just about exhausted !

However, he had one more surprise in store for me. As we lay there, him against my spine 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 matter, 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 disk condom on the end of his softening tool. He rolled me onto my back and before I knew it, he had my erect Hammond organ in his mouth !"Oh God ! Oh Boy !"I found myself let out, as his lingua worked around my organ and he buried his face into my pubic hair. I'm only about 6 in erect, so deep-throating me was no problem for him. He seemed to roll in the hay 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 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 second climax on a date in a very longsighted time, I began to feel that it was going to bump this clock time. Indeed, it was going to bechance right now ! Oh God ! I ached from inside, my jetty and the unit of my physical structure began to shudder and I began whimpering ; I was desperate to cum and yet my cock was so spiritualist it wasn't happening, until - I tipped over the edge and I felt my balls give everything left hand in them as my orgasm rose up through my peter and ejaculated into his pharynx. He was practiced ! He was very good ! He swallowed the lot and didn't wince, although his heart 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 drunkard 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 presence of the fire until the early hours, when he eventually made his apology and went nursing home. My only mistake, if I made one, was that I forgot to ask him for his act before he left and he hasn't contacted me since. Oh well, this was a"one night outdoor stage"I wouldn't have missed for anything. And I'm still a bit touch on about the cat ; perhaps I should go back to the Vet - what do you think ?