Porn star crush

Did you ever meet your porn crush?  I’d been watching his videos for years.  Spanking out load after to load to his tall lean form, watching him bottom in scene after scene.  I fantasized that I was the top and that the moans he was making were entirely due to my cock in his ass.  He’s versatile though and after the first time I saw him top, I knew I wanted that as well.

I was travelling recently, to the Keys, a nice airbnb, near a very private beach. I’d been there two days when I saw a familiar face at a local market.  And I though, it can’t be him, I didn’t approach to find out, but then later that day, there he was again, on the beach and now with his clothes off, I couldn’t deny that it was him.

Like a crazy fan-gurl I decided that I had to introduce myself. And he couldn’t have been nicer.  We sat and chatted there in our beach chairs for a couple of hours and as the sun began to set, I got bold.  The boldest I’ve ever been and invited him back to my Airbnb for drinks and maybe some food. And to my surprise he accepted readily.  Off we headed for the short walk.  I was on cloud nine when he took my hand as we walked.  I looked up into his eyes and found them staring back at me.  He leaned down (he’s a little taller than I am) and kissed me.  To be frank I was nearly knocked off my feet.  It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real and yet his tongue was in my mouth and mine was reaching back into his. In the middle of the street, as the sun set behind us.  I could have been in Times Square; I would not have cared. I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck and would have choked the life out of him, I held him so tight, not wanting that moment to end but he was saner than I and pulled us apart.

“How far is it”, he asked as we both caught our breath.

“Just a few more doors, I replied, and weak kneed I led the way to the cottage.  Once inside we kissed again, but this time (and I can’t believe I had the strength to do this) I broke the kiss first and offered drinks.

“What I really need is a shower,” Paul replied, he pulled his tank, over his broad shoulders and revealed that beautiful chest of chestnut hair.  I couldn’t help but reach up and trace my fingers through the matt of hair in the valley made by his pecs.

“Um, shower?” he asked, laughing slightly, I think I was making a bit of a fool of myself, but thankfully he seemed to find it cute and not annoying.  I led the way down the hall to the bathroom.  The shower was a large glass enclosure, tiled floor to ceiling in a hexagonal tile, except for the shower bench which had a slab of white marble as its seat top. 

“Oh, now that’s a nice shower,” Paul offered admiring the space, “but it’s kind of big, maybe too big for just one person.  You’re going to join me, right?” He said, as he let the cargo shorts, he’d been wearing drop to his ankles and stepped out of them.  There he stood, naked in front of me, this beautiful body, I’d seen so many times, lusted after, spilled endless amounts of cum to, was right there in front me.  His cock mere inches from my hand, his furry chest a step away, and there I stood, frozen.

He took my hand and placed it on his chest again, in the valley of fur.  I looked up into his brown eyes and he leaned down and kissed me again.  This time his hands slid to my waist and loosened the strings of my shorts and pushed them down.  They fell to my ankles.  I stepped out of them and turned to pull my tee over my head, as he stepped into the shower and turned the water on.  The shower held multiple jets and one rained down directly onto the bench.  Paul took a seat and just let the warm water wash over his body.  He leaned back, his dark fur now matted with water.  There are few things sexier than wet fur on a man. And he owned every damn inch of that look.  I stepped up tentatively, still somehow thinking this can’t be real.  I mean GOD and then ME???? But he didn’t let my self doubt get in the way of anything, he pulled me in to him and wrapped his long legs around mine to pull me closer and we kissed again. Him sitting, still almost as tall as me standing but I had to lean down now to kiss him and I loved it. Our lips locked in their own embrace, biting lips, nipping on the tip of his nose, his earlobes, nibbling his neck, back to his mouth and letting out tongues dance.

The warm water splashed over us both, keeping us warm, our lust, our need keeping us hot. Our lips locked and our tongues connected, driving into each other, dancing against one another, hands caressing each other’s bodies up and down, tweaking nipples, just rubbing against wet fur and skin.  Feeling the other and reveling in the touch.

My hands slide up his body, to rest on either side of his head, holding him to my face, then pulling off and moving his face down to my left nipple, I placed his mouth there and let him do the rest, biting softly, before he moved to my right nipple and a repeat nibble.  My cock jumps to full erection and rests against his knee.  I reach down and grasp his very had cock as his lips return to mine and we kiss again.

I’m Canadian, and sometimes annoyingly polite and as my hand tugs on his hard cock, I ask “Can I suck it?”

And in answer, he pushes me down to my knees and spreads his legs wider to give me access to his cock but also to open his ass for me.  I take full advantage and I start with engulfing his hard cock into my throat, not lapping the head, not licking the shaft, no prep I wanted that cock in my throat, so I just plunge down onto it. Of course, I gag just a bit, but I pull off and having now tasted nirvana, I’m able to slow down and enjoy the ride and make sure that Paul enjoys it too.

I begin to work on that cock in front me, letting my tongue trace the crown then down the shaft, taking first one ball, then both into my mouth, tugging on them as they’re held safe and warm in my moist nest.  Then I move down further, letting my tongue trace across his taint, on down to his every so slightly open ass cheeks and I let my tongue explore.  His hard cock bouncing over my face, he moans as my tongue plunges into his ass and a drop of precum drips onto my face.

He takes hold of his cock and begins to stroke it as I tongue fuck his ass, but if he’s going to cum, I want to be that agent provocateur, so I move his hand away and replace it with my mouth. He’s so hard in my mouth and the fan-gurl is forgotten for the lustful man on his knees in the shower.

He stands me up and pushes me round until my face is pressed onto the tile and I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, he presses, pulls back and then presses forward again and his head pierces my ass, I sigh and moan out at how good it feels. He pauses there, with just the tip resting me then bites ever so gently on my left earlobe and I as lean back into that he thrusts forward and his hard cock is buried in my ass.

He wraps his arms around my torso and holds me firmly in place as his cock begins to slide in and out of my ass.  He picks up his pace and as he does, he drops one hand down to stroke my hard cock.  I’m over excited and it doesn’t take too many strokes before my load is painting the tiles in front of me.  As I come, so does he, my ass clamping around his cock, milking the load out of him.  I feel the warm wash of it on my thighs. His cum or the shower?

That was how we met and that weekend was amazing.  We fucked each other, repeatedly, and he is every bid as good a bottom as I only imagined him to be.  More on that later.

 

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