Saturday morning I was in my bathroom doing my weekly maintenance routine, when I get a text from him. He’s available. I had planned on going shopping and thought, well, why not stop over at his place for a little something and then hit the racks? I completed my regimen and we made a date. Getting to his apartment was a breeze and things seemed to be flowing quite easily; none of the usual drama associated with finding someone’s home for the first time. Even my GPS system seemed to approve.
He let me know right away that his nipples were hardwired to his dick, but if that gives you the impression that I was going to get to crank on those puppies for all they were worth, tugging and pulling to maximize his pleasure, you’re wrong. He’s a sensitive one. So I have a great time pressing firmly or fluttering the tips of my fingers over his nips, experimenting with the gentlest ways I can think of to keep him aroused. His dick, as it turns out, is quite sensitive as well. This perhaps helps to explain why his movements are so incredibly and deliciously deliberate. And if that makes you think that he comes like a pop tart, well, again, you’d be wrong. What I assume is going to be the usual 20 minute cum and go, proliferates quite naturally into a languid 60 minute fuck. We only take one break and that’s because he wants to keep his balls in play for as long as possible.