‘You know what, Zack? you feel special… the way you talk, your single eye lids…… you are an intelligent and mature man… you are my type… and you know what drives me crazy most … your hairy legs…they remind me of Japanese men in my favourite porn collection.’

He then got down on his knees and started nibbling at my hairy legs, worshipping every inch of wet and curly hair around my knees and legs. He then worked his way up my wet body. I yipped as he bit down on the tender skin between my thigh and the groin. ‘Keep going, sweetheart’.  I demanded. His lube-slick fingers dug into my hips like talons to hold me still as I wriggled. He buried his head in my bush pubic hair and sucked in a deep breath.

‘You know how I like to jerk off to the Japanese Mannhouse collection… they have mature executive men getting it on with each other. I download it for  days and nights onto my laptop  so I can jerk off to it all night when I have nothing to do at night in one of those budget hotels in Shanghai or Beijing’.

I was flushing with flattery, and my dick rose to full attention in appreciation of his nice words.

‘I have watched those Mannhouse collections but those were oldies. The new ones have skinny teenage boys with dyed gold hair getting on with one another in bondage or sadistic way. That puts me off completely.’ I murmured.

I was amused,  deliberately spreading my legs wide to maximise my private area to his cute face. His head bobbed over my dick, working me deeper. His throat tightened around me at the same moment his slick finger glided up my crack to tap my hole and I suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore. ‘Fuck. Yes. In. In. In.’ I demanded.

He then continued with his topic on Japanese Porn. ‘I totally agree with you. I only like the classic Erotic scan videos. When I saw you in that suit at the pub tonight, I felt like raping you in the pub’s bathroom. I have this insatiable desire for mature executive men with hairy legs and you got me.’

His finger thrust inside me, crooking to find my prostate.

I screamed.

I spurted what must have been most of my brains down his throat. He licked away my cum – at me – long minutes while my head swirled in the giddy, electrifying chaos.

A second finger now joined the first, plundering my hole.

I grunted, shifting my lips now to avoid his suckling, slurping attention to my now over-stimulated cock.

He sucked my spent dick, sending equal amounts of pleasure and splintery pain to my balls.

But with his fingers in my ass and his mouth punishing my overtaxed cock, all I could do was whine mindlessly.

His thrusting fingers nailed my prostate again, shooting a bolt of pleasure from my ass to my dick. I bucked my hips, riding his palm so that his fingers tunnelled deeper into my ass.

To hell with it. Shitty job anyway.

‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ I chanted, but none of my pleading would sway him. He simply batted my hand away from my cock and wrapped his fingers around me. He stroked me. So hard. So good.

His mouth slammed down over mine, his tongue spearing inside me.

‘That’s right baby. Get hard for me,’ He panted against my lips. ‘I want to watch you come when I am inside you.’

I lifted my head and kissed him, so hungry for the young chap I’d promise him everything. I could not help but notice that he had very dark and thick eyebrows, a feature that I find irresistible in a man.

I wrapped myself around his sweat-slick body when he reached for the condom on the bed side table.

I ripped the wrapper open and rolled the latex down his beautiful dick. My hands shook so badly, I fumbled with the lube.

(to be continued….)