This is a real encounter of how I got re-aquainted with an old fuckbuddy. It must have been over ten years ago at least because this happened when I was still single but I remember it really vividly and have kept it fresh by replaying the event in my mind as one of my wanking inspirations. I hope you enjoy getting off over it as much as I have.
I'd first met Dan a few years before this particular day. We'd met by chance cruising in the dungeon zone of this really intense sauna I used to visit. He was about my age at the time; mid 20's with a stocky frame, hairy thighs and arse and abs with a small blossoming of hair across the middle of his pecs, basically he was a handsome horny bearcub and as soon as we saw each other we needed it.
I had some of the most intense, creative sex of my life with Dan and we made it a regular thing to meet at the sauna on a Sunday afternoon for a real blow-out sex session. It was one of those relationships where you are both on each others wavelength and you urge each other on to new depths of carnality just be being there. As an example he was a handsome guy with a big ugly cock, it was a brutal looking thing and must have been an eight inches, way bigger than any cock I'd have wanted. Looking at it you knew it would hurt you but I wanted to be fucked by it and I wanted it to hurt. So he'd fuck me and it'd hurt like, well buggery lol, but I was getting really high on the pain. I learnt far more about S and M from him fucking me than from any of the experiences I had in fetish clubs.
Anyhow we met regularly for great sex but it ran it's course. When he got a boyfriend Dan called it off, so that he could be a good guy with his partner and I didn't think about him much after that. Except when I was wanking and in a certain mood, then I'd replay some of the dirty crazy stuff that we did; like the first time I fucked him and he was hugging me round my back and then caressing my bollocks with his foot and when I told him how good it felt he told me it wasn't his foot. Some guy had reached all the way through a glory hole to massage my balls while we were fucking! Stuff like that.
I can't have seen Dan for five years, then one night in the sauna I walked round the corner and he was there. Without saying a word he pulled me into the nearest private room, squatted down and started worshipping my cock. I was rock hard in no time. Then he pulled away, rubbered me up, smoothed a massive dollop of lube onto my condom'd shaft using his superb wank technique. He pushed me down onto the black vinyl mattress and squatted down onto my dick, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he did so. He slid up and down my shaft, using my dick to massage his hot tight guts.
At first all I could do was moan and curse softly "Fuck, fuck, fuck", using swearing as a pressure realease to dump all the sexual tension. Then when I'd got a grip on myself I reached up and stroked his furry pecs. Dan was a proper hairy beast now, it was great to see how he'd matured into his thirties. I realised I'd fucked the "Boy" and now I was fucking the man. I love hairy chests and Dan-the-dirty-beast with a thick hairy chest was incredible. I told him how fucking beautiful he was and how horny he was keeping me.
He didn't say anything but a devil's grin spread across his face and he began to wank his ugly bastard dick. I growled at him; "Fuck yeah, you beautiful bastard, I wanna have your spunk all over my chest. Nut onto me you cunt! Fuck yeah!" I've always been a dirty talker, Dan was more of a moaner but I saw his face light up when I told him what I wanted and what a dirty Beast he was for giving me it. He whimpered and I felt his anal muscles contracting round the base of my cock "Cum on buddy, give it to me. Show that bastard cock who's boss" and his thick grey white splooge shot out of his ugly bastard dick in slow motion in a beautiful arc and landed on my pecs and I was rubbing it in, even before he'd finished.
He staggered off me and we kissed hard, mashing out faces together, he flicked some of his cum up and ate it and asked me how I was doing these days and told me what a good time he'd just had. I realised it was the first time we'd used each others names, it was like we'd just carried on from where we left off years ago: no need for small talk, just animal passions. Then he said he needed to get going thanked me again for a good fuck and slipped out the door. And that was that.
A mind-blowing encounter with a guy I still fantasised about. You wonder what happens to fucks from your past but you never get to find out, usually. I obviously wanted more and kicked myself for not hauling him back in. Sometimes I'll still wank over that fuck, replaying it in a hornier way where don't just stop. It's an event I love replaying over and over until I orgasm. Now over to you and I hope it helps you orgasm!
I'd first met Dan a few years before this particular day. We'd met by chance cruising in the dungeon zone of this really intense sauna I used to visit. He was about my age at the time; mid 20's with a stocky frame, hairy thighs and arse and abs with a small blossoming of hair across the middle of his pecs, basically he was a handsome horny bearcub and as soon as we saw each other we needed it.
I had some of the most intense, creative sex of my life with Dan and we made it a regular thing to meet at the sauna on a Sunday afternoon for a real blow-out sex session. It was one of those relationships where you are both on each others wavelength and you urge each other on to new depths of carnality just be being there. As an example he was a handsome guy with a big ugly cock, it was a brutal looking thing and must have been an eight inches, way bigger than any cock I'd have wanted. Looking at it you knew it would hurt you but I wanted to be fucked by it and I wanted it to hurt. So he'd fuck me and it'd hurt like, well buggery lol, but I was getting really high on the pain. I learnt far more about S and M from him fucking me than from any of the experiences I had in fetish clubs.
Anyhow we met regularly for great sex but it ran it's course. When he got a boyfriend Dan called it off, so that he could be a good guy with his partner and I didn't think about him much after that. Except when I was wanking and in a certain mood, then I'd replay some of the dirty crazy stuff that we did; like the first time I fucked him and he was hugging me round my back and then caressing my bollocks with his foot and when I told him how good it felt he told me it wasn't his foot. Some guy had reached all the way through a glory hole to massage my balls while we were fucking! Stuff like that.
I can't have seen Dan for five years, then one night in the sauna I walked round the corner and he was there. Without saying a word he pulled me into the nearest private room, squatted down and started worshipping my cock. I was rock hard in no time. Then he pulled away, rubbered me up, smoothed a massive dollop of lube onto my condom'd shaft using his superb wank technique. He pushed me down onto the black vinyl mattress and squatted down onto my dick, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he did so. He slid up and down my shaft, using my dick to massage his hot tight guts.
At first all I could do was moan and curse softly "Fuck, fuck, fuck", using swearing as a pressure realease to dump all the sexual tension. Then when I'd got a grip on myself I reached up and stroked his furry pecs. Dan was a proper hairy beast now, it was great to see how he'd matured into his thirties. I realised I'd fucked the "Boy" and now I was fucking the man. I love hairy chests and Dan-the-dirty-beast with a thick hairy chest was incredible. I told him how fucking beautiful he was and how horny he was keeping me.
He didn't say anything but a devil's grin spread across his face and he began to wank his ugly bastard dick. I growled at him; "Fuck yeah, you beautiful bastard, I wanna have your spunk all over my chest. Nut onto me you cunt! Fuck yeah!" I've always been a dirty talker, Dan was more of a moaner but I saw his face light up when I told him what I wanted and what a dirty Beast he was for giving me it. He whimpered and I felt his anal muscles contracting round the base of my cock "Cum on buddy, give it to me. Show that bastard cock who's boss" and his thick grey white splooge shot out of his ugly bastard dick in slow motion in a beautiful arc and landed on my pecs and I was rubbing it in, even before he'd finished.
He staggered off me and we kissed hard, mashing out faces together, he flicked some of his cum up and ate it and asked me how I was doing these days and told me what a good time he'd just had. I realised it was the first time we'd used each others names, it was like we'd just carried on from where we left off years ago: no need for small talk, just animal passions. Then he said he needed to get going thanked me again for a good fuck and slipped out the door. And that was that.
A mind-blowing encounter with a guy I still fantasised about. You wonder what happens to fucks from your past but you never get to find out, usually. I obviously wanted more and kicked myself for not hauling him back in. Sometimes I'll still wank over that fuck, replaying it in a hornier way where don't just stop. It's an event I love replaying over and over until I orgasm. Now over to you and I hope it helps you orgasm!
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