35 y.o., GWM, 6’1, 170 lbs, professional, well educated, fun, funny, and versatile, seeks similar for LTR. Friends say I’m handsome; judge for yourself.
Jerry sat in front of his laptop and reread his very first personal ad. “Honest, if a bit trite,” he said to himself. Then he changed the 170 to 175 and the 35 to 37. “Okay, now it’s honest, give or take a few pounds.” Before he could think twice about it, he saved it online, along with a relatively recent photo, the one he took just after he got back from Mexico. Granted, he was rarely if ever that tan in real life, or that thin, considering the five pounds he shed during his bout with Montezuma’s revenge, but he figured that, after all, to catch the biggest fish you need the best bait.
Since he’d been fishing all his life at the nearby bars and coming up with nothing but guppies and minnows all that time, he thought a change in venue was appropriate—hence the ad; that and the fact that, at thirty-seven, he was still very much single, with no prospects in the pipeline, and slim pickings at the local watering holes.
A minute later, he received his first response. By the next day, there were nearly fifty. All the respondents were men around his age and all were looking for the same thing—namely, a mate. But all men, as the saying goes, are not created equal, and it was relatively easy to separate the good from the not so good from the downright awful.
The men without pictures were the first to get dumped into his trash folder. The men with pictures that were clearly outdated, like the ones with the eighty’s hairdos or, worse, seventy’s wide lapels, quickly followed suit. Those with vague descriptions also didn’t make the cut, and neither did those looking for one-night stands or fuck buddies, of which he’d already had his fair share. When all was said and done, and after he jacked off to the photos of the guy with the ten-inch cock—some fish were simply too big to reel in, even by Jerry’s standards—he was left with just a few viable options, but only one truly stood out from the rest.
Jack was six-feet tall, a lean, mean hundred and seventy pounds, ruggedly handsome, dark featured, scruffy, and best of all, a blue-eyed stud of a man with jet-black hair. It looked, from his picture, like he’d just stepped off the pages of a Levi’s ad. Actually, the guy looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Still, visually speaking, he was Jerry’s dream man.
“Where have you been hiding?” he asked himself as he emailed Jack to say that he’d love to meet him for a drink at a nearby bar. Jack quickly replied that he’d like that, too, and they made plans for that Saturday night at eight. Jerry’s instant hard-on strained at his shorts, but he kept it in place, deciding to save it for his date, should all go well. “Please let this be the one,” he whispered as he signed off his computer. “Oh please, oh please.”
By the time Saturday night rolled around, Jerry was nervous as a schoolboy, and, needless to say, just as horny. He’d never been on a blind date before, let alone with someone he’d only had a written correspondence with. All sorts of misgivings rattled around his already addled brain. The one saving grace was that Jack seemed to be, or at least appeared on paper to be, exactly what he’d been searching for.
And so, with butterflies in his stomach and a pounding heart, Jerry entered the bar. He was slightly early, preferring to get his bearings, plus a drink in his gut, before the date officially got underway. The bar was sparsely populated since it was still early, so he could easily spot Jack when he entered. He took a seat on a stool in the back of the place, ordered a scotch and soda, and stared anxiously at the door, watching, waiting.
The drink was gone in five minutes, and still no Jack. Several men had arrived, but none with the devilishly handsome face he was waiting for. Each time someone entered, his heart would skip a beat and his tummy would churn, but it was all for naught; none of the men were Jack, not by a long shot.
Drink number two was ordered. Jerry nursed it this time. Still, fifteen minutes later, there was nothing left but ice, and still no date, though the bar had filled up considerably by that point. Jerry glumly looked around and fretted the inevitable. Thirty minutes later, with drink number three long gone, he realized he’d been stood up. Dejectedly, he got up to leave.
“He didn’t show, huh?” came a voice from his left.
“Who didn’t show?” Jerry asked, turning to look at the guy talking to him.
“The dude you were waiting on,” said the stranger. “You were waiting for someone, right?” The guy was cute, too, short, maybe five foot six, with a buzz cut and long sideburns. Tattoos covered his arms, and both ears were multi-pierced. Not his type, and certainly not Jack, but then again, Jack was nowhere in sight.
“Yeah, I was waiting for someone. Guess he isn’t going to show. Oh, well.” Jerry tried to smile, but his ego was deflated, and he was miserable at having been stood up.
“His loss,” the little guy said with a wicked grin. “Mind if I join you then?”
Jerry looked at his empty glass and the equally empty stool to his left, and said, “Sure, why the hell not.”
The hunky dude stood up and nodded, then sidled over and took a seat. “Name’s Neil,” he said, and offered his hand, which was also tattooed and on the rather hairy side.
“Jerry, nice to meet you,” said Jerry, and shook the guy’s hand. For a little man, he packed a strong grip. And judging from his ultra-tight jeans and T-shirt, he was packing a whole lot more. In other words, Jerry finally managed a smile. Maybe the night wasn’t hopeless after all, he figured.
Neil, as it turned out, had just popped in for a quick drink before heading home. Jerry told him the story about Jack, and Neil, in turn, told him that he was thirty, single, well-employed, and lived just around the corner. It was a come-on, if ever he’d heard one. So, feeling tipsy, not to mention still very much horny, Jerry asked if he’d like some company.
“Some company or your company?” Neil asked with a gleam in his eye.
Jerry answered by leaning over and, staring into Neil’s magnificent, deep, brown eyes, gently placed a kiss on his new friend’s lips. They were soft and tender, though the kiss was rough and eager. When the two finally got up to go, Neil had the biggest, brightest smile on his face. Jerry returned it with one of his own, and the couple left hand in hand.
Minutes later, they arrived at the house. It was dark, but Jerry could still make out the whites of Neil’s eyes and teeth. Before they went inside, though, he grabbed for the little dude and, bending down, feverishly kissed and sucked on his mouth, their tongues swirling in and out of their mouths, their bodies pressed hard against each other. Jerry could feel Neil’s toned body as he engulfed him in his arms and could also feel the nicely noticeable bulge rubbing up against his thigh.
“Is that for me?” Jerry asked as he reached down and cupped the tenting crotch below.
“Yeah, it’s a gift. Go ahead and unwrap it.” Neil flashed his wonderful, sexy smile again.
“What, here? Outside?”
“Sure, why not?”
The night was just full of surprises, Jerry thought. And though it was unlike him to be so bold, he also knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth—or in this case, a gift cock. So, with his hand already where it needed to be, he grabbed for the fly and slid it down. Deftly, he then reached in and grabbed at the pulsing hard cock that was straining to get out.
“No underwear, huh?” he asked, and then ran his tongue up the length of Neil’s scruffy neck.
“Why double-wrap a gift?” came the throaty response, along with a moan.
Seconds later, Jerry had the rather fetching dick out of its confines. It stuck straight out and curved a bit upwards. It was a nice, solid six-inch cock, thicker than average, with a massive sized head. It was all Jerry could do to not bend down and suck on it, but there was only so far he’d go on someone’s doorstep. Still, that didn’t stop him from extricating his own hard seven inches for Neil to grab hold of. The two of them then stood there stroking and making out until Jerry couldn’t take it any longer.
“Are you going to invite me in or do I have to fuck you al fresco?”
“Would you like that?”
Jerry thought about it for a split second. He’d never had sex outdoors before. Then again, he’d also never been with someone quite like Neil before, so he replied, “I’d slide my cock inside of you right here, if I could.”
“Well, the neighbors might or might not like that too much, but there is an alternative.” And with that, he led Jerry, by his thick boner, around the side of the house to a door set within a tall fence. The two stepped inside a spacious backyard, the door closed behind them. Click. Then Jerry happily watched as Neil pulled his tight T-shirt off to reveal, in the light of the full moon, a compact, densely ripped torso covered in richly colored tattoos. A thick swatch of hair splayed across his muscled chest and trailed down to cover a solid six-pack. Suffice it to say, Jerry fairly drooled at the sight of him and then quickly following suit, until he too was standing in the backyard shirtless. Eagerly, he motioned for his friend to continue.
The little guy kicked off his sneakers and rolled off his socks, then threw them into a pile to his side. The belt was next, and then the jeans, until Neil stood there, all five and a half feet of him, hairy, ripped to shreds, and hard as a rock. Jerry’s heart skipped a beat. A minute later, he was just as naked and just as hard.
The grass felt cool and comforting beneath his toes. Better yet, Neil felt warm and inviting in his solid embrace. Their bodies, one hairy, one smooth, rubbed up and down against each other. Neil’s cock slapped on Jerry’s thigh, Jerry’s on Neil’s abs. Their hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies, exploring the vast unknown, while returning frequently to the hard cocks in the center of it all.
“You feel good,” Jerry whispered into Neil’s ear.
“And I taste even better,” Neil responded, guiding Jerry’s head down to his crotch.
He tongued the huge head first, tasting the sweetly salty precome before sliding his mouth around the entirety of the thick cock, which fit snuggly inside. Neil’s musky, heavy balls came next. He sucked and licked around the nutsack before popping one, then both the hairy balls inside his wet mouth, pulling down on them. The little guy bent at the knees, but otherwise stood his ground. Jerry then returned to the stunning rod while reaching behind to grab at his newfound friend’s hairy ass, using it to pump the cock in and out of his mouth like a piston.
“Stop,” Neil rasped. “You got me close. Here, try this now.”
Neil turned around and got on all fours, revealing a solid, incredibly hairy ass. Jerry spanked each cheek and then spread them apart, gazing hungrily at the hole in the center, beautifully pink and puckered as it was. He devoured it as if it were his last meal on earth, his tongue working the edge and then the middle before it easily made its way inside. He spread the cheeks further apart and tongue-fucked the compact man until his tongue ached from doing so. A moistened finger quickly replaced the throbbing appendage, then two fingers, both sliding inside the warm, smooth cavity with ease, gliding to the farthest reaches, causing Neil to arch his back.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned into the night air.
“That’s what I had in mind,” Jerry quipped as he reached over for his pants. From the front pocket came a rubber, which was quickly slid on and down. “Now, come here,” he commanded.
Neil turned around and, placing his arms around Jerry’s neck, sat in his lap. The two kissed and sucked and nibbled, and not for an instant let their eyes wander or shut. Soon enough, though, Jerry felt Neil reach around and down, and placed the head of his cock up against the waiting asshole.
Slowly and tenderly, Jerry pushed his lap up, and the head penetrated the hole. Just for an instant, Neil’s eye’s shut tight as he sucked in his breath. Jerry sat motionless before continuing. When the eyes once again opened, the fuckee nodded and smiled, and the fucker eagerly progressed. One slow inch, then two, then three. Neil, in turn, pushed his tight ass down on the massive prick below. Jerry could feel the strong muscles inside as they grabbed and pulled and slid around his cock, until, finally, he was fully buried, and that wonderfully hairy ass was slapping and grinding against his balls.
The two kissed, hard, and continued staring, as the rhythm of Jerry’s cock and Neil’s ass grew faster and faster, until Jerry’s big, thick cock pumped furiously in and out of that mega-tight hole. And then, with their arms locked tightly around each other, Jerry could feel it coming, could feel the mighty eruption seconds before it happened.
Their lips pressed even harder together, never separating, as they moaned and came in unison, the top deep inside the bottom’s perfect ass, and the bottom, in turn, all over the top’s chest and stomach. They sat that way for several minutes, until both were soft again and the come dribbled and dripped down their bodies. Eventually, they disentangled and sprawled onto the cool earth beneath them.
Exhausted and satisfied, Jerry lay there, sticky with sweat and hot come, and smiled blissfully as he stared at the star-filled sky. Sex with Neil was better than he had expected, and different, practically the best he’d ever had. Still, something wasn’t quite right. It was, all of a sudden, too quiet in the backyard. Jerry turned to face the man he’d just had mind-blowing sex with. The cute, little dude looked, surprisingly, tense and nervous.
“Something wrong?” Jerry asked, rolling into his side. “Where’d the smile disappear to?” Playfully, he pinched Neil’s hairy nipple and sucked teasingly on his earlobe.
“Don’t,” said the other man, suddenly pulling away. “I mean, wait.”
“Wait? Wait for what?” Jerry felt a pit forming in his stomach. He’d seen tricks eager to leave his side before, once the deed was done, but this was different; Neil looked visibly upset.
The little man turned to Jerry, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, “I, um, haven’t been entirely honest with you. First off, my name’s not Neil.”
“No?” Jerry asked. “Okay, that’s not the end of the world. What else?”
“And, well, your friends were right, you are handsome, just like you said in your ad.”
“Huh?” was about all Jerry could muster. “You saw the ad?”
“I replied to the ad. I’m…Jack.”
“You’re Jack? But why’d you send that picture then?” Jerry asked, confused, and rightly so.
“Because I liked the way you looked, and I felt like, well, I don’t know, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. But you were looking for someone who looked more like yourself and nothing like me. So, I cut the picture out from a Gap ad and I sent it instead of one of my own. Then I showed up at the bar, waited, and hoped for the best, which this definitely was.” He looked at Jerry with pleading eyes. “The best, that is.”
Jerry, for his part, sat there stunned at the revelation. He knew the guy in the picture looked familiar, but he had no idea it was because he’d seen him in some magazine. He also knew he hated to be lied to and tricked like he’d been. The ploy was underhanded and sneaky. Then again, it was also flattering and touching. Jerry was torn on what to do. That is until Neil smiled that glorious, bright smile of his.
Finally, Jerry said, “I guess opposites really do attract. And who wants to be with a clone of oneself anyway?” He leaned in and once again placed a tender kiss on those wonderful, soft lips. With a smile and a wink, he added, “Nice to meet you, Jack…finally.” And with that, Jerry knew his fishing days were over. He’d, at last, reeled in a catch worth keeping.