"We had been in each other's DMs for months. We knew each other from Insta as random adds, but over time I saw him on all the apps. But it was our conversation on Scruff that started this, and when he unlocked his album, something took over me. I'm pretty in control of my faculties, I've seen it all. But the way his hips moved in the videos he had, the way he thrusted as he gripped at his throbbing dick, the movements he made, I was wet; instantly. Desire took over me and I had to have him.

He asked me if I was free one Tuesday, so I invited him over. It was freezing outside so I grabbed a coffee and hot chocolate for him while I waited. We head back to mine where we curled up on the couch together. We just joked and laughed about everything and anything, a rarity when you "hook up" these days. He threw himself over me and we kissed passionately for a few minutes, he pressed his forehead against me and breathily told me "I've been waiting for this". In his lightest trackies, I could see and feel how hard he was already, desperate for me. I could see the precum start to soak through. He wanted me, I wanted him. So I carried him over to the bed.

His clothes were off quickly, and it wasn't long before I was sucking on his sensitive nipples as he moaned. I turned the TV up to cover his noise. I ran my tongue down him, tasting his warmth as I removed his trackies to reveal his jock, barely holding him in. His long member was sliding out already, giving me a chance to suck on his tip. This drove him crazy. I slurped on his wet cock more, while I rubbed his perineum, letting it out as it thrashed about. His precum trickled down his hard, red cock, down his gooch and into his crack, I followed it with my tongue, as I pushed his legs back, revealing his smooth, tight hole. I pressed my nose to it and inhaled; how sweet he smelled, how delicious it looked. I teased him with my tongue, around the hole but not inside, he panted heavily. I flipped him over.

The way he trembled as I ran my tongue down his back. Down that perfect arch. I pulled back his smooth cheeks so he could feel himself stretch open, my beard brushing against him. I pushed my tongue firmly against his innocence, and slowly slid inside, as he gasped. I fucked him with my tongue, in and out, in and out. He bit into the pillow to stop himself screaming as I opened him up. His body shook, his hole twitched, and he continued to leak all over the bed. I used his precum to massage him while I feasted.

He begged me to stop as he was close. Instead, I flipped over him again, ran my finger inside him and repeatedly smashed his g-spot. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I continued to rub his dick and insides. He gripped the sheets so tight, they twisted in his hands, his legs began to kick about as the moment drew near. His moans overpowered the TV, my flatmates were in wonderment what the shouting was, not knowing I was destroying this lad's prostate. He threw his head back as he sprayed his warm load all over his smooth body, biting his lip as I felt his hole begin to tighten on my finger. He shot a few times, still trembling, still moaning. I smirked as I began to massage his sensitive tip. He yelped, like a puppy, he was weak, powerless, empty. He stared blankly at me, in complete shock at what just happened, as I removed my soaked finger from inside him.

He came four times that night, and left with my load in him."