Cam meet

I’d spent many an hour on the cam site. The drill was always pretty much the same. I’d start off by checking out the cocks and then I’d get my own cock out and have a good old wank encouraged by the chat of others. Occasionally I’d have a “private” chat with someone and would end up cumming in my hand as he offered to “take me” in a few well-used phrases. 

For some reason I used to select guys from the UK. Why? It was hard to see why I should choose to wank on cam with a guy in Birmingham rather than a guy in Bangalore. I guess it was more of a thrill to know that the guy you were jerking off with was a real guy just down the road. Someone who you could conceivably meet.

There was one guy I used to hook up with a lot. His name was Jellise (I was One-eyed Jack) and he was often on late at night and weekends, but also in the afternoon too. As far as I could tell he used to work from home, and sitting at his desk he would turn his cam on and get his cock out. His cock was always hard. He was well cut with a fine shapely head, and with a bit of persistence he could usually be persuaded to cum. When the moment came he would stand up, move his keyboard to one side, wet his cock with saliva, and then spurt all over his desk. As I watched him I would try to time my own orgasm to match his and would imagine that I was cumming with his big cock inside me, feeling him erupt as I came myself.

One day after we had both had a particularly satisfying session, we stayed online and continued chatting. I discovered that he was just turned 50, separated from his long-term girlfriend, and despite his frequent “gay” chat was inexperienced with men. He put himself in the “bicurious” bracket. I asked him if he’d ever met up with a guy he’d met online, and he said that once he had. But when he’d turned up at the fellow’s house he had instantly decided the guy wasn’t what he was looking for, made his excuses and left.

When I asked him where he lived I discovered that whereas I live in Surrey, he was not a million miles away in South London. I took the plunge: did he want to meet? To my surprise he said that that would depend. He’d like to see my face for a start. Well I’ve got nothing to hide. I’m a regular looking guy in my late 30s and am by no means ugly. So I turned the cam for the first time to my face and gave him a good look. “Ok!” he said. “You’ll do!” “Gee, thanks”, I replied. I didn’t much care what his face looked like – I just wanted his gorgeous cock – but I asked him for a peek, and he offered to e-mail me a shot. He was worried about leaving a face shot on the cam site. So we exchanged e-mails and soon his mug shot arrived. A nice-looking guy. Young for his age, a bit bookish and rather serious in this shot, but certainly not one to frighten me off.

And so it was that we came to meet. We chose a pub near my home and one weekday afternoon I took up my position in the saloon and waited for him. I recognised him straight away when he walked in, although he was taller than I had imagined and his hair was shorter than his picture. He was dressed in black jeans and wore a leather jacket over a checked shirt. We shook hands a little awkwardly and I could sense that he was nervous – very nervous. However a couple of stiff drinks and we were soon getting on well. I liked him straightaway. He had a rather soft public school drawl and a dry sense of humour. I guess I wouldn’t have paid much notice of him had he been sitting opposite me on a train, but I kept thinking of our cam sessions and how much I really wanted to get my hands and mouth on his cock.

We were soon fairly comfortable in each other’s company and I knew I was ready to take this further. I guessed he was too, but even so I was more than a little anxious when I decided to make the move, “So, erh, do you fancy coming back to my place, for… erh…”. To my relief he just said, “That’s sounds like a great idea. Let’s go!” So we drained the last mouthful of our Scotches and resisting the temptation to take him by the arm, we set off down the road to my house.

Somewhat to my surprise as we turned into my front path he suddenly pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the lips. Fortunately we were well concealed from the neighbours by a fence, so I leaned into him and began to kiss him hungrily. As he pressed against me, even through his clothes I could feel he was already hard and he moaned as our tongues found each other. His hand found its way down to my groin and he squeezed my thickening cock as we kissed. “Cone on,” I said, “Let’s get inside.” And I led him rapidly to the front door and fumbling for the key I opened the door and bundled him inside.

Once inside things progressed rapidly. I’d got a bottle of Scotch ready and a few bits and bobs in case he was hungry, but these were forgotten. Even as I was closing the front door he pushed me back against it and continued kissing me, tongue on tongue. We scrambled out of our jackets and just as I was contemplating stripping him then and there, he said, “Quick, where’s the bed?” and so within a minute or two of our arrival we were in my bedroom, rapidly divesting ourselves of our clothes. When we were down to just our pants we tumbled together onto the bed. He was on top of me straight away and I could feel the firm form of his cock pressing against mine as we resumed our kissing. Then, as I lay on my back, he began to work his way down my body, kissing and nibbling my nipples and then on to my navel before arriving at my cock. He nuzzled it gently through the straining fabric of my white cotton pants, and then took the waistband in his teeth and began to tug them down. I helped him by raising by butt off the bed and soon my pants were off and he was staring longingly at my stiff cock. Considering he claimed to be “inexperienced” he was pretty hot with his mouth. He started off by licking up and down the whole length of my shaft, and then, gently taking my cock in his hand,  he angled it towards him and took the  head into his mouth. My cock went deeper and deeper as his mouth bobbed up and down. He alternated half-a-dozen shallow strokes with one or two that went as deep as he could manage, all the while keeping up a delicious suction. When his other had went to my balls and began to softly squeeze them I knew I was going to blow my load. I tried to warn him, but he kept on relentlessly working my cock with his mouth and hands, until I began to involuntarily thrust up off the bed to meet him. He obviously sensed I was about to cum and whilst sucking on just the head he worked my shaft with firm strokes until I gasped out that I was cumming and began to spurt into his mouth. He didn’t ease off for a second and continued to milk me straight into his mouth with nothing but a few groans of pleasure as he swallowed my whole load. Wow! It was one of the best blow-jobs I had had, and to think that he was a novice. I lay back, panting with excitement, whilst he gave me a proud look, as if to show that he knew he had done well. “Wow! That was superb. Where the hell did you learn to do that?” He just grinned at me and said it seemed to come naturally.

Now it my turn to show him what I could do. As I pushed him over onto his back I saw that his cock was bulging against his boxers and there was a large damp patch. I quickly released him and gazed in awe at his beautiful cock. Although I’d seen it many times on cam, in the flesh it seemed even better. His balls had been shaved and his pubes neatly trimmed into a tight triangle above his cock. He was nicely cut, with a perfect mushroom head that was a shade or two darker than his thick veiny shaft. He had a wide pee slit that was damp with pre-cum and I couldn’t wait to taste him. I leaned forward and engulfed his swollen cockhead with my lips. He was oozing pre-cum and it tasted sweet and good. I sensed that he would not last long and was determined that his first gay cum should be memorable. Leaving his cock for a second I opened the drawer to my bedside table and found the tube of KY that I kept there. Putting a generous dollop on one finger I spread his legs and carefully applied my lubed finger to his anus. As I slid into him he groaned with pleasure. I found his prostate easily and gently pressed against it. Immediately the volume of clear fluid oozing from his cock increased and with my other hand I took his cock and began to wank him with slow slippery strokes. He began to buck against me, his head thrashing from side to side, and before I could get my mouth back on his cock he erupted. His cock was pointing straight upwards as I wanked him, and his cum flew up towards the ceiling. Two or three huge spurts and then several lesser ones that had his hot sperm running over my hand. As he came his anus spasmed against my finger and his whole body shook with delight. I managed to get my mouth onto his cock and take the last few dribbles of his creamy cum. And then he fell back against the sheets and lay there with his eyes closed, his body quivering and his cock now lying flat and wet against his belly. There was a pool of cum on his chest where most had landed. His cum was so sweet that I bent down and licked him clean.

After that we lay resting on the bed for a while. I went and fetched the whiskey and ice and we had a well-earned drink. We chatted and discussed our sex lives and soon moved on to his fantasies of fucking a guy. When we had chatted online with our cams he often asked to see my ass and we imagined him fucking me. When he came, he was cumming inside me, and I often came too, imagining his thick cock deep inside me. I asked him if he was ready to turn his dreams into reality. I certainly was, and judging by the aroused state of his cock he was ready too. Both of us had already made the other cum; now we could relax and look forward to a long, deep fuck.

We began lying on our sides, head to toe, licking and sucking each other’s cocks. I raised one leg giving him complete access to my anus. He took the hint immediately and his tongue moved from my balls, across my perineum to my ass. He gently kissed the inside of my cheeks and then turned his attention to my rosebud. At first he dabbed at it a little tentatively with the tip of his tongue, but no doubt having satisfied himself that I was clean, he began to explore my anus with heavier strokes of his tongue. I was soon moaning in ecstasy – I love being rimmed. He continued to lick and nibble at me until I felt ready to scream with delight. Then it was his turn to reach for the tube of KY. He rubbed a drop or two onto my anus and then began to tease me with his finger, pressing and probing until eventually I felt him penetrate me. “OhGod!” I groaned. “I want you inside me… now!”. I told him that there were some condoms in the top drawer and he found them and carefully unfurled one over his super-stiff cock. Then he smeared himself with lube and announced that he was ready. I decided I wanted to be taken lying down from behind. I love the weight of a man on top of me as he fucks me. So I stacked two pillows on top of each other and placing them in the centre of the bed I lay down on top of them so that my butt was raised up and facing him. He parted my legs and scooted in behind me, and I felt the full length of his cock gliding between my cheeks and over my anus. He slid back and forth a few times, until I begged him to fuck me. Supporting himself with one hand, he guided his cockhead to my entrance with the other. I felt the weight of his large cock pressing against me, and then sinking in. I groaned again: he was big and it was a tight fit, even in my well-lubed ass. He paused for a moment, waiting for me to get used to him, and when I grunted my assent, he eased in a little deeper. With two or three slow strokes, in and out, he had buried himself completely inside me. I felt stuffed, but as he proceeded with a slow steady motion, I really began to enjoy the sensation of being fucked by him. His cock was sliding across my prostate with every stroke; I was enjoying immense pleasure and judging by his happy moans and groans, he was really into it too. We were both glad that he had already cum, as we wanted this to last. 

After a while he turned me onto my side and keeping his cock buried inside me he carried on fucking me from behind. At one stage I raised my upper leg, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. I had the full length of his cock completely filling me. He reached between my legs and began to fondle my balls. The sensation was terrific and, groaning my approval, I abandoned myself to my approaching orgasm. As his cock continued its stimulation of my gland, his hand worked its own magic on my cock and balls. I thrust back against him, squeezing his cock with my anus, and with his hand gliding over my dripping cock I came, semen spurting out onto my thigh. The sensation of cumming with a big cock filling my rectum was extraordinary. I writhed and bucked in his embrace, while he struggled to keep his cock buried inside me. Eventually I came down off my high, and realised that he was still thrusting steadily in and out of me. Now he positioned himself so that as I remained lying on my side, he was sitting with my lower leg under him and my upper leg raised. From this position he continued to thrust into me, until from the heavy more urgent strokes I knew he was bringing himself to orgasm. When he came he cried out, and I felt every pulse and throb of his cock as his semen filled the condom inside me.

After that we collapsed in a heap, both of us completely drained. In  fact he fell asleep with his cock still inside me. As he softened I carefully eased him out of me, and turning over I was pleased to see the tip of the condom was distended with a healthy portion of his creamy white sperm.

When he woke we took a lovely hot bath together and I got the chance to worship his cock in its flaccid state. When he got out of the bath the heat had caused his balls to hang much lower, and the sight of his soft fat cock sitting above his two beautiful balls was almost enough for me to launch another assault on him. But he was ready to head back home, so we made our farewells and agreed to call each other when he was ready for round two.