Chad, the Model

Late, when I was falling asleep, in front of the fire in Carlton, I heard the front gate, and then a knock at the door.

"Hi, just thought I'd come over and see what you are doing?"

We smoked pot together. We ended up in bed pretty quickly. I fucked him on his knees, sliding my big cock inside him, easily. He just took it, no cries of pain, or pleading to stop, straight up on the mount. He took it like a man, just straight into him, he was really open and ready for it, he wanted it in him. 

It is just so different, when you have a big, strong boy's arse to fuck. He took it hard, only with moans of delight.

And he's got a big hard cock on him, it's always hard, rock hard.

Then he rolled over on to his knees and took it doggie style as hard as I could give it to him, both of us finishing in a loud hail of moans and screams.

We showered afterwards. He is really nice, straightforward, not shy. I played with him in the shower. He smiled and said he liked it. Big. Solid. Muscly arms from farm work. A hardon that wouldn't go down. Playfully, nice arse, didn't mind it being played with.

"I like boys, I guess that pretty much proves it," he smiled. "And I like you." He pushed me in the chest with his fingers.

"Ah, yeah, well, lots of guys like me, Chad." It just came out, partly out of fear, I really don't want a first love drama and partly out of lust just thinking about having sex with my different guys.  I was ripped. 

It sounded terrible. Ugh? I couldn’t really get it back after that. Oh, the pain. I just wanted him to go.

"Oh." Chad said, the smile disappeared off his face. "I see." And then he kind of shut down. 

I kind of shut down too. It’s kind of difficult when pot takes you off to a paranoid, is that the word for it, place. It’s hard to come back.

We dried in silence pretty much, his hardon gone. In the glow of the open fire he pulled his clothes back on over his muscular body. He grabbed his wallet and his smokes. "Thanks." And he disappeared into the dark. One well-fucked farm boy.

I closed the door and though, Jesus Josh, you’ll probably never see him again.

I rolled another joint and went to bed.