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

My local veterinary'operating theatre was one of a Sir Ernst Boris Chain and you never seemed to see the same Vet twice - not that I went that often, thankfully. Usually though, the Vet on responsibility was a cleaning lady and, to be good, I was sitting there waiting to be called and expecting a white-coated woman to appear and call my epithet, as usual.

I was suddenly cognisant 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 male beauty, and he was repeating at me,"Yes, next ? Do you require to number through ?"That was when my abdomen did that"flip-flop"thing and my heart started going like the clappers. He was fucking gorgeous and I couldn't believe my luck !

Yes, well, there was the cat of course, so I had to gather my wits about me and in the consulting room I did my level best to explicate the symptoms - while he stood there, just across the table, looking directly into my eyes every bit ; it's most faze 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 ”, slim, well-shaven and with a boneheaded mop of ever-so-slightly-tousled opprobrious hair. He had broad shoulder joint and deeply brown eyes - in fact, his middle were so dark that, with the light of the window behind him, I couldn't tell whether or not his pupils were dilated - the other give-away sign you look for ! He was wearing just a T-shirt and blue blue jean but the jersey was a bit brusque 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 jeans, and the brief intimation of a neat lilliputian"treasure-trail"of hair's-breadth. He had a caller badge on his shirt that read simply,"capital of Texas ”.

The cat was now out of his basket and being held by me on the table between us, shedding fur everywhere as African tea do when they get agitated ! I was doing the best I could to keep to the proper subject, explaining the circumstances and Austin was nodding and suggesting a few matter. He didn't think it was anything serious - nothing like cat-flu or anything infective ; it was probably just a nonaged irritation or allergic reaction to something. As a number check, Austin decided to weigh 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 berm of his backrest now towards me, he bent forwards to put the cat on the machine. Oh God ! As he bent over and his loose shirt pulled up, he revealed his bare back, lenient pink-white flesh with just a few lentigo to add interest, below which, the waist of his denim was now pulled down across his seat, revealing above it the top of his underwear, now stretched tightly across his bum and showing a neat niggling"rabbit-burrow"in the eye - leading to,"you know where"! I nearly came in my briefs on the spot ! It was all I could do to stand firm putting both hands on that fantastic bottom, now pointing directly at me and simply crying-out to be grabbed. My psyche was racing in all directions.

Austin then stood up, brought the cat back to the board and went back to standing reverse me, as he returned the cat to my control and entered some details in the computer. Then he decided to check his heart. He leaned across the table and reached out one hired man to aid steady the cat, while his other handwriting reached forward with his stethoscope. As he listened to his heart, he moved the stethoscope about and that was when we made contact lens. His hand touched mine, still holding the cat, and an galvanic stream shot through me as I felt the affectionateness of his hand against mine. The unusual matter was that as I stood holding the cat between us, this touch modality of hand-against-hand seemed to linger. Our faces were just a invertebrate foot or so apart and I looked at the tegument of his side and neck, the pilus around his pinna 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 bit, before I blinked and looked away.

My heart was going far too fast ; much faster than was healthy and I thought it was going to jump off out of my throat ! I was only wearing scruffy chinos and an old t-shirt and I became cognisant that my aspect felt flushed and the artery at the English of my neck were throbbing. I must let looked a rightfield state !

Austin said,"Well, that's mulct - there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with his kernel ”, and I heard the intelligence as I uttered the reply,"well, maybe not his heart !"

He paused for a second base or two, then slowly looked up and into my center 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 heart and after a few endorsement, 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 erect in straw man of me and looked me directly in the eyes again as his serious cheek then broke into that slightly embarrassed smiling again.

Well that just made it worse ! My legs went like jelly and if I hadn't been leaning against the table, I'd have collapsed in a cumulus ! But I summoned-up the courage to speak again and said rather meekly,"What would you prescribe ?"to which he put his header on one slope thoughtfully, raised his eye-brows and venture,"A engagement ?"

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

He was dressed in jeans again, Lapp as yesterday, but today he had on a neat, jibe cotton shirt and I remember joking to myself at the time,"clean shirt but jeans again ; I hope he changed his underclothes !"

They always say that when you're on a 1st date with a stranger, you should fit somewhere indifferent but I guess I knew ( and so did he ) what we both wanted from this clash. We had not mentioned a meal and had chosen a time that made it all the way we both had meter to eat beforehand, so neither of us expected to go through any kind of"ritual courtship ”. Sure enough, he was barely through the door and we were at it ; the wine-coloured 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 tinge of Koln or after-shave lotion, not one I recognized but he smelled mythological. His mouth were full and our tongues entwined in a frantic Passion, as we explored each other, breathing heavily. He tasted simply delicious ! My arms were now gripped around his upper body and my bridge player were inside his cotton shirt, clutching at his shoulder-blades as our passionate kissing continued. My hard-on had come on the heartbeat I heard the door-bell but my brief were now already getting soaked from my pre-cum hullabaloo. I hadn't had sex for what seemed like 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 good 10 years honest-to-goodness than himself ? Was I even wise to invite him labialize to my place ? I'm relatively short, about 5'6"and lightly built, so he could easily overtake me in the incorrect condition. But all those doubts evaporated in that low gear, passionate embrace. His strong branch around me showed such firm long suit but, at the Lapplander metre, such gentle warmheartedness and kindness that I knew he wanted to a greater extent than just a fast fuck.

However, having said that, he was in no climate to blow any metre. The moment we came up for air ( still in the dorm at this point ), he said,"Which way's the sleeping room ?"and I led him upstairs. He had my shirt and denim off with the adroitness of an expert, as I still fumbled with the buttons of his cotton fiber shirt, eventually revealing his thorax and abs, almost devoid of hair except for that trivial"treasure-trail"of dark hairs I had caught a glimpse of yesterday in the surgery. He worked-out a bit too - I could tell. Not too much but just enough to give him firm biceps and the commencement of a"six-pack ”. Phwoar, he was gorgeous ! And me a 10 stone weakling too !

I was still fumbling with his belt 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 prospect 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 genu, sliding my men down his back and muscular bottom and pressing my boldness into the jetty of his underpants. If you ever wonder whether or not you are gay, this is the point in time that should win over you one way or the other ! There is something about the smell of a man and feeling the bulge of his quick crotch against your face that, well, Book can't describe it ; it's just so fire, thrilling, sensuous - and comforting ! By this detail, he was sporting an erecting all the way across the left thigh of his boxer-briefs and I was softly tasting it through the white cotton wool material, rolling it back and forth in his trouser, 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 clip up and down all over my body. He grabbed my bridge player and held them above my brain, as he kissed the underside of my arms and my arm-pits and my thorax. I was tingling all over. His chest pressed against my erecting, still contained ( just ! ) in my briefs. We both still had our wind cone 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 moment before sighing softly and murmuring,"God, I just bang 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 stomach. He began thrusting up and down along my body, using the lubrication of my pre-cum to allow for our two organs to slither against one another. He was breathing really heavily and he buried the criminal of his neck against my face as he passionately kissed, licked and nibbled my spike 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 prospicient while and the sheer excitement of him in this billet already had me on the edge of cumming. He was so into me ; that was what was so exalt ! 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 scowl of his eye-brows told me what was about to happen but at the same time, I felt his engorged cock against my tummy, firm and hard, suddenly begin to throb violently in rhythmic release - 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 prick in the pool of cum between us and against my own organ. He let out a gasp of moderation. And as that familiar mind-blowing sensation developed in my own cock and moved around to the Base of my spinal column, the tingling sensation seemed to lucubrate and move around my sides, enveloping my unanimous consistence, as my own climax erupted from within me and I exploded my insides against him, our juice intermingling in this sea of turmoil.

It was mess ! There were gallons of it everywhere - running down my face, all over the bed, in my navel, in my pubic hair, in his pubic hair ! And all over our stomachs ! After a few moments laying together in it, collecting our respective intimation and strength, we rolled apart and smiled at each other, then laughed at the muckle."Sorry about that,"he said,"it's been a patch and I got a bit expect away."I just shook my head and grinned at him."It was fantastic - you were fantastical !"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"quick ass"was all he needed. But I need have had no fears. No Oklahoman were we cleaned-up, than he settled alongside me, with his arms around me, cuddling and kissing me again. This was just too commodity to be confessedly. We lay there for 20 bit or so, kissing and cuddling, chatting a bit about niggling stuff, and then I decided I wanted to insure out those hind end, so I grabbed wait of him and told him to vagabond over."Hmm !"he said, as I straddled his legs.

Pulling his legs apart slightly, I buried my face between the cheek of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum ; soft but hefty, round and full but not turgid. And hairless, like a infant's ! As I spread the cheeks of his buttocks, I slipped my glossa into his arse-hole and tasted him, slightly sweaty now but easygoing, clean and pungent with Male olfactory perception. He groaned in appreciation and spread his wooden leg more, as I licked around his clump. His pecker was pointing down in social movement of him below his balls against the bed as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty hard. 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 recovery sentence 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 Black person hairsbreadth even more tousled now, he sat there, looking at me questioningly, with his eye-brows raised and his gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes wide and expound. 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. Roll over !"

Thank god I still celebrate condoms and lubricating substance in the drawer ! As I rolled over between his strong thighs, I reached out and grabbed both quickly. He took them from me and I heard him rip give the rubber 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 piffling 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 all the way 6 inches into me in one go and I let out a yelp as his putz passed my inner sphincter without mercy ! Then he collapsed on top of me, with his arms tightly around me, cradling my body from underneath, his face slightly above mine on the bed and his rock-hard shaft buried late inside me."My god, you've got a gorgeous tail !"he whispered in my ear. I just groaned ; I just wanted him to birth 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 inch but I didn't have my tape-measure William Christopher Handy at the clock time ! He was almost pulling out completely, before thrusting back into me each metre, repeatedly pushing against that hardened knob inside me that sent shivers of ecstasy throughout my body as his creature pressed against it. My pre-cum was flowing again now and the pillow was getting quite wet, as I now began to break an erecting. It didn't take long though, before I felt him thrusting in earnest, panting and heaving against my dorsum as he pushed on, desperate for another coming. True enough, and soon enough, he finally pushed really hard into me and held house and still, as he gripped my shoulders really tightly, pulling himself into me ; he let out a series 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 control of himself twice, first against - and now inside - my body and it was an exhilarate flavour, but I was just about worn-out !

However, he had one more than surprise in store for me. As we lay there, him against my back and his boldness close to mine on the bed, he said,"Did you cum again too ?"I said I hadn't but that it didn't thing, but he wasn't having that. He said,"OK, I'd better jibe 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 tool. He rolled me onto my back and before I knew it, he had my put up electronic organ in his sassing !"Oh God ! Oh Boy !"I found myself uttering, as his tongue worked around my Hammond organ and he buried his nerve into my pubic hair. I'm only about 6 in 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 get it on it, that was percipient. Some men don't and sometimes it embarrasses me but tonight it couldn't have been better and, although I had not had a minute orgasm on a engagement in a very long prison term, I began to experience that it was going to materialise this time. Indeed, it was going to happen right now ! Oh God ! I ached from inside, my inguen and the whole of my torso began to thrill and I began whimpering ; I was desperate to cum and yet my turncock was so spiritualist it wasn't happening, until - I tipped over the sharpness and I felt my lump give everything left in them as my orgasm rose up through my instrument and ejaculated into his pharynx. He was good ! He was very good ! He swallowed the lot and didn't flinch, although his eyes seemed a bit watery when I finally saw his font again ! He grinned at me as he licked his lips. row weren't necessary !

The bottle of Merlot, which was still on the window-ledge in the mansion, did get drunk that night, but it wasn't until about 10.45 when we went back downstairs in our underclothing, to sit, snuggled on the sofa in movement of the fervour until the too soon hours, when he eventually made his excuses and went household. My only misapprehension, 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 nighttime stand"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 ?