He became like an animal he couldn’t get enough of it. His beard was soft, but boy did he love eating my arse. He went straight in to eat my tight hole. Laying, now naked on my back, my cock rock hard and already dripping with precum, he grabbed my feet and pushed my knees to my chest. He pulled me up and pushed me on to the bed, and slid down my CKs. He undressed down to his underwear, and I dropped to my knees to begin mouthing his cock through his tight boxers. His hands were all over my arse, and I remember him grabbing at my belt as he hurried to get me out of my trousers. Our lips connected and he pulled me close. I walked in to his bedroom and he closed the door behind me. He led me upstairs to his room, where he had lit a scented candle to soften the mood and remove the teenage boy smell from his room. He was shorter than I thought, and it looked like he, or his Mother, was a hoarder. He opened the door, and right from the word go, things were not what I was expecting. We exchanged some pics, and 30 minutes later, I was parking up outside the Recruiter’s house. When pushed, I expanded – I’m a bottom looking for some NSF. My monosyllabic response (the type that I have come to hate receiving) was simply “fun”. It was one Sunday afternoon when this 20-something ‘power top’ popped up on the big G asking me what I was looking for.
