The Sweet Smell of Sex

By Alex Carr / Julyguy / Jlyguy / Writersparody

Published on Nov 8, 2014

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The sweet smell of sex.

When doing my weekly constitutional in the borough gym I could not help but notice this guy on the hand bar, gazing at me like he knew me or something. Perhaps he did but I had no recollection ever of meeting him. His stare was daunting and magnetic, I felt myself responding and staring back at him and he just grinned and waved to me. Then he came over to me as I struggled with the walking frame, the preservation pouring out of me. I made up my mind at the beginning of the year that I would stick to my New Year's resolution to get back into the shape I was just five years back, when I was eighteen. Not that my slight bulge seemed to worry the bachelor girls in the office who continue to flirt unashamedly with me. I heard on the quiet that they are having a bet as to who dates me first. Once bitten twice shy is my motto after a very disastrous affair with a girl called Janice. Talk about passion out of control. It seemed like she could never keep her hands away from my dick and crashed my mind about the feminine sex wanting romance primarily. There was me thinking that a trip to the cinema, being my first date with her, would be nice and we would see how it went from there. But was I old fashioned or what? This girl was besotted by sex and getting her fill, even in the back row of the cinema which I found most intrusive. Okay so I went with the French kissing which seemed to become more passionate when Jonny Depp appeared on the screen. "I think he is so sexy and adorable" she whispered, her tongue messing with mine. "But you are too Pete. I am so glad you asked me out for a date. (Which wasn't quite true, one of the office girls, I found out later, told her I was too shy to ask her for a date so she simply approached me and asked where we were going that night?) But, I was in her clutches then in the cinema and no mistake. I decided just to let her have her pleasure and submit to her passion. She was obviously having a good time beneath my belt and I felt so embarrassed when she unfastened my trouser zip, pulled my appendage out and promptly put it into her

mouth. Okay the feeling was good, it was sort of soothing I guess but nothing that really turned me on, like I wanted to go further with her later or anything like that. I did feel sort of sorry for her when, after the cinema, she invited me home and said I could stay over if I liked. I sort of got out of it by saying I am not a one night slander and left it at that. But she did not let it go there; "I didn't mean that, what you take me for. I am not that kind of girl!" She was shouting and was very angry. "Nothing personal" I offered calmly. It is just that I like to take time that's all and with that she jumped out of the passenger seat and slammed the car door behind her, yelling something about I was a dick-head and I had blown it and some other nasty amazing accusations that I was gay or something. Truth is I never fancied her anyway. Truth is I didn't fancy any of the other girls in the call centre office either. The whole truth is I don't fancy girls that way period! I guess Janice did do me a favour though. She made me aware of my sexuality. Secretly I knew I had a yearning for well-shaped guys I had seen working out in the gym. And I did imagine once or twice what it would be like working out sexually with a guy. But that was as far as it went the idea of actually approaching a guy on that level seemed abhorrent to me. I don't know why. Just the way I was brought up I guess that being homosexual was unnatural. I guess the only way I would get involved with another guy that was by invitation. But I knew I was particular and would not submit to just anyone, like this old guy who tapped me on the shoulder in a public lieu and murmured

something about wanking me off. That put me in a state of confusion for a while, thinking was I really gay or what? But of course, and reading about homosexuality, I learned that finding the right mate is as natural as any prospective relationship – that the crude `toilet bashing' syndrome relates generally to those who cannot get it any other way, and are content to let a complete stranger wank them off, or suchlike. Just for the kicks. I eventually worked it out and hoped somehow that special guy would appear in my life and take me by storm, and no more messing with anal vibrators which I had purchased online. They were fun and to be honest I did become possessive discovering different ways and positions in which I could get the best satisfaction. It seems crazy now that I spent many hours of sheer bliss

with a bulbous dildo stuck up my anus, feeling the sensual movement inside me as I walked about. And also seeing myself fuck my hole in a specially positioned manner , as I laid sideways on the carpet and presented myself for a long and lovely gratifying sexual extravaganza. But it was all part of the learning curve when I began to realise that al, that was just a poor substitute for the real thing, So I started to have fantasies as to how it would be and feel with a real hard cock up there, and all the wonderful attributes s given to that. So now at last, was it all happening? The rather gorgeous hunky guy in the gym who was staring at me? And my response was I responded. He must have seen something in my expression as he came over to me and introduced himself as Richard, and that he was a place officer, but not to worry, he had not come to arrest me! My mind was saying I wouldn't' mind if he did. He was so nice and fri endly and I felt so comfortable with him, like I had known him for duration. Well it seemed like that as we got acquainted, he asking about why I was working out that I didn't need t with a gorgeous body like mine. I guess what he said was the signal that I could well be starting an intimate relationship with him and dispose forever all those plastic substitutes. Well he asked me if he would like him to join me in the restaurant after our sessions and I gladly agreed. By body language and suggestion he made it quite clear to me that he would like to extend our brief encounter. He had that sort of very becoming base voice that I loved so much. He had kept himself well in trim that was apparent. I felt that I was chemically right for Richard and when he asked me back to his place a shudder went up my spine at the prospect of being sexually involved with this lovely guy whom, I guess had already stolen my heart. I knew than about my true sexual leaning. No more confusion. Getting it out of my head what my parents said, that it was unnatural to be anything else but heterosexual. I have known for a long time that I have felt as I imagine a woman would feel when it came to sexual stimulation and that is what I wanted with Richard. We were as very much on par as I told him all about my former sexual hang-ups and he calmed me, hugging me tight, his lips touching mine just softly. "Let this, your first experience be something very special, I want that Pete. I want to get that quite straight from the start; I want you as a person. I want your all and everything that entails." This guy had it all for me. He seemed so considerate and out front. And when he showed me what to do it felt so lovely and wonderful. The tingle was there in my being as he showed me how to touch him, first over his jeans which were so very sensual and delightful. There was I with another guy doing intimate things that I thought would never happen, that I would have to live with my erotic fantasies and never experience the real thing. "We were surely made for each other Pete that is how I feel right now." He prompted me to unzip his fly and I felt him grow beneath his jeans, so warm and inviting. Obviously this guy was experienced and I wondered if he had

other relationships. Now there is another thing. Like he could read my mind, because he told me he had been with two other guys and went on to tell me how special they were at the time but eventually they grew away from each other. The first being because he was bisexual and decided he preferred woman, and the second called Jason who went into politics about which they argues and argued their differences so the relationship dimmed and never regained that something which was with them for six months. Richard said that with me he felt something he had never felt before. He knew how to flatter me and no mistake and I loved it. More especially I loved the feel and touch of him and it was lovely the way he let me pull him out of his trousers. He beckoned me to massage him and I felt the prominence of a real live cock other than my own which was quite different altogether. Rubbing him up for a bit I sniffed my hand and smelt the sweet smell of sex, I knew after wanking myself. Even that seemed relevant to our new relationship, the similarity of our body scent, which seemed to herald the need to go further and further and share the passion we both had for each other. He murmured for me not to stop as now, he pushed down his jeans and blue boxer shorts down to his knees giving me full access to his full erection which looked s divine. He asked me what I thought and I joked that it was like a big whale. That was just the start of a banter we would share, a banter which became part and parcel of our relationship and, as I tasted him that very first time, I felt a surge of pure ecstasy, for want of a better word , in my hind, like a

hunger that needed quenching . I felt the joy of sucking, tasting and massaging his balls and then, teasing his foreskin tight back, that is what he wanted, I say a blob of cum settle on his p-hole and straight away I knew I must lick it off, very gently so as to make it as erotic as I could for my new guy, I followed that by teasing it with the tip of my tongue and then licking the whole of his beautiful erection down to his balls and back again. Then the urge returned to suck again, this time with more gusto which Richard loved, moving his hips to tease it around in my mouth as I succeeded in deep throating hi, finding out just how long I could hold my breath before releasing it. And the real reward for all that was the deep taste of cock in my throat and I knew I would want to do that again and again, I wanted to

learn how to hold my breath longer and make it so very special for him It was going to be so much fun to discover the different way we could pleasure each other, and he was soon to let me feel the wonderful sensation of being sucked for the first time, cock-wise and everything else wise. It was beautiful and so wonderfully gratifying feeling his response to my enjoyment of his cock and everything, he wanting me on all fours and other positions to feel, touch and massage my hind, it was heaven on earth as he stretched me so wide apart and sucked my hole, his tongue easing gently into me with the help of his fingers gradually opening me for his fuck I wanted so much. We both groaned in exact enjoying each other to the full. He talked dirty about wanting my ass and I retaliated. The sexual feeling of all that was a strong stimulant and I wanted him to fuck my ass until it was raw. And when he entered me, when he'd lubricated me and slapped me I felt him drag me from the floor, having me position myself on all fours, my ass prominent for his fuck. I felt the first surge of his stiffness start to thrust into me. He yelled I was his bugger boy and tugged my hair as he started to fuck me hard. I gasped for breath as he entered me deeply and knew at last what it was like to be fucked by real time cock rather than a substitute. It hurt at first, the movement was different from any substitute I had used and much more invigorating and wholesome and perfect. I soon grew accustomed to Richard's beautiful fucks as we did to each other. For me Richard had showed me the way and I am forever grateful. Once a week he shows me different ways to share our passion. I love him I really do. It just has to work. The way he shags me says it will, the way he treats me says it will. It must then!

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