I had an unusual experience last night, something quite out of the ordinary for me.
I exchanged missives with the blonde dancer that I met at a pub about six weeks or so ago. You may remember that he is about ten years younger than I am. We had quite an adventure while dancing at a tavern a while ago. We exchanged dispatches throughout the evening, working each other into a frenzy. Finally, we decided that I should get in my carriage and venture up to visit him at about two hours past midnight.
When I arrived, we both acted quite shy and reserved. We ended up sitting on a bench on the portico connected to the front of the house where he resides. Many plants of various kinds sit on the ledge, hiding those on the portico from the view of those on the street unless they are specifically looking for people up there, especially after dark. We sat and talked for quite a while, each too shy or nervous to do much of anything else.
Then I rested my hand on his leg. He took my hand in his and started caressing my arm with his other hand. Before I knew it, our hannds were roaming all over each other's bodies and we were kissing quite intensely. I slipped my hand inside his tunic and played with hoop that pierced his right nipple. He was more bold and found his way around my codpiece to grasp my erect member. He slowly stroked me as we continued to kiss.
Following his lead, my hands found their way inside his breeches, only to discover that he was as excited as I was. He shifted himself so he was straddling me as we kissed, both of us teasing the erect member of the other now sticking fully out of our breeches. I groaned with pleasure as he continued to stroke me. One of my hands found its way inside his breeches and gently massaged the rosebud between his cheeks.
Then he lifted my tunic so he could take my left nipple in his mouth. After a few minutes of teasing it to full hardness to match my prick, he slowly kissed his way down my chest and stomach until his lips replaced his hand on my cock. I leaned back on the bench as his head moved up and down, first slowly, but with increasing vigor. His mouth was moist as it repeatedly enveloped my sword all the way to its hairy hilt.
The feelings were so intense, but I knew that I wanted more. I slowly stood, reluctantly allowing my cock to slip out of his mouth. Now we were facing each other, giving us a chance to kiss deeply once again and I grasped his member again and he continued to stroke me. Our breeches and codpieces finally fell to the ground. We stood there kissing wearing nothing but our tight tunics clinging to our lean and slender bodies. He grabbed my piece and guided it between his legs, squeezing his thighs tightly as I slowly moved against his body, my prick massaging the bottom of his balls and the sensitive area between them and his tight little rosebud.
I eventually broke off the kiss so I could spin him around. I put my piece in the cleft between his cheeks and slowly moved against him, teasing him with my member as I kissed the back of his neck and played with his prick. When neither of us could stand the anticipation any longer, I slipped on the knotted length of sheep intestine that I use to protect myself. We both contributed a little bit of spit to get my sheathed member good and moist. I massaged a little spit into his eager and waiting hole, my finger loosening him up and promising more to come.
We were both stil standing there on the portico, wearing nothing but our tunics, my chest against his back. I slowly slid my member into his body, both of us sighing with pleasure until I was anchored deep inside of him. Then I slowly began to slide in and out. His felt so warm and soft as he surrounded my member. That would have been an experience all by itself and i would have gladly achieved release that way, but there was more to come.
He eventually pulled himself off of me and laid down on the rug on the portico. I moved lowered my body to be on top of his, both of us now hidden from the street by the ledge that supported the various plants. I sheathed my sword inside him again and began vigorously moving in and out, but we could not get enough of each other. After being on his back for a while, we shifted so we were both in a crab position, my cock still sliding in and out of his body. Eventually, I ended up on my back as he straddled me and bounced up and down at the pace he prefered. He had such a big grin on his face as his body moved above me. I imagine that my smile was just as goofy.
I have no idea how long that lasted, but in the end he ended up on his back again, his legs in a V. I grasped his ankles as I slammed myself against his hungry body. The feeling became too intense and I knew it was not too long until I achieved release. I warned him what was soon to happen. He quickly removed his tunic so his bare chest was exposed.
Just as we were both panting and moaning more than at any point earlier in our coupling, I pulled out of him, ripped the sheep intestine off my cock, and with a couple of strokes shot my seed all over his chest, face, and the rug. He grabbed his own member and quickly shot the most copious amount of semen that I have seen come out of a guy in a long, long time. He must have been saving up for a while.
He used his tunic to clean himself up. Then we kissed for a while longer before slipping back into our breeches. Considering how shy we had both been when I first arrived, we both remarked on how we ended up behaving like two animals in heat. What an adventure!
