Hello everyone. I appreciate the patience, and I’m quite overwhelmed at the interest. It’s been a few months and I’ve had my own personal ups and downs separate from my time with my man, but we did indeed seal the deal before he left.
So he has moved to another city in another state with his GF. And as I have said I’m super happy for them but I also know I needed some 1:1 time with him - and thankfully he knew the same. He and a couple of mates rented a suite by the beach for a few days for a typical boys trip where drinking, drugs and women were in heavy rotation; though he wasn’t doing anything with the girls and I wasn’t invited to that portion - I just heard the stories.
He stayed on in the suite for an additional weekend as his mates all went back to their lives and I came down to the beach resort. The first day there was kinda some nerves between us and we went for a swim together and then came back to the room and shared a drink in the spa. We acknowledged the nervous tension and I said that nothing has to happen if he doesn’t feel comfortable and that I was just glad to spend time with him. I then jokingly said that being by the beach meant he’d be half- naked all weekend too so I’m happy.
I got a laugh out of him with that and then, with the most knowing of looks and a smile, he stood up and walked over to me in the spa and stood in front of me/over me and asked “does this make you happy?” His stocky muscular frame towering over me, the water dripping down his abs, his speedos considerably full…it was impossibly sexy and I kept staring up at him as he put his fingers in my mouth and I slowly sucked them one by one before his whole hand was in my mouth. He then took his hand out and grabbed my head and shoved it into his bulge. I started sucking through the speedos and I heard him moaning. He then sat back down in the spa and i straddled him and started kissing him. I felt like we kissed for hours.
We then moved to the shower where we kissed some more and I ate out his hole, and then to the bed where we were now clean and ready. He would spit in my mouth, he’d hold my head down as I deepthroated, he would slap my face, the dirty talk had escalated and i worshipped his feet, pits and pecs. It was just a night dedicated to his body.
He had brought condoms just in case, and I told him that it was a sweet gesture but that I don’t think we’ll need them. He initially took that as that we weren’t going to have penetrative sex but I told him that I’m safe and clean and that I wanted him in me raw. I got on my back and held my legs up for him to insert. I am quite tight but him being as thick as he is meant it was a challenge either way. It did hurt when he was going in but he was making sure he went in gentle but once the head and first few inches were in and it got past that threshold moment it was honestly pure bliss and I’d never felt like it before.
I could tell he was in ecstasy with how it felt for him and once we found a rhythm - it was on! I told him he could be as rough as he wanted. The first time was a little more passionate but over the course of the next 2 days it was rough at times. We even did a consensual rape play scenario with a safe word and tried a multitude of positions.
It was by far the hottest sex I had ever had, made all the more so but my utter attraction to him. Before we both checked out, we just held each other for hours and I did start to cry because I was going to just miss him overall and there are feelings there that can’t go away. We have stayed in contact, seeing his photos in his new place, his new work, and all that - and occasionally I’ll get a thirst trap photo. I don’t think we’ll ever have that moment again, but I don’t regret any of it.
