Lithe, Lycra, and a Fantasy Fulfilled

Youth. Ah, to have youth.

To have youth beneath me.

I'd been texting what was a youth. At 20, he seemed so very young. He still lived with his parents and had limited transportation. Yet he lived close by. As we chatted it up, I discovered the young man liked it raw. And I confirmed I wanted to breed his ass.

Finally one afternoon, I left work a little early and it seemed like I'd be able to meet him. Well, meet him was not quite right. I'd go to his house with his parents gone. That shit always frightened me a little. Parents gone? When would they be home? And what would they say to a 41-year-old fucking their 20-year-old son?

That is if he was 20 at all.

Okay, so it turned me on a little.

In the texting back and forth, we discuss what he'll be wearing and he offered up a lycra singlet. Seemed interesting. I prefer my bottoms naked but he wouldn't go for it.

I kept him abreast of my progress through the neighborhood and eventually made it to the house. He greeted me at the door.

Shorter than me, around five-foot-eight and very lithe and sexy in the tight-fitting lycra outfit, his nipples poked out, dark and hard, nickel-sized and firm. He was tan with a sharp angular face. His voice sounded almost like a radio broadcaster, a little more mature than I expected. Yet his tight and smooth body moved almost snake-like under the tight, red singlet.

He guided me to his bedroom. An upper-middle-class teenage boy's room, blue and a single bed with storage underneath. He laid down and slipped off the lycra, revealing a tight body that proved to be just gorgeous. Practically perfect. Not tight but a nice layer of baby fat over all the muscles to make it nice.

His 7-inch cock already stuck out hard. I began to suck it since it seemed like the likely thing to do as I began undoing my work pants. I licked around the edge of his cock and down to his tight balls. And then, along the slight fuzz of his taint to his ass.

The boy jerked feverishly. My cock was out and hard. I wanted his ass wet. And his jerking seemed a little too feverish for my taste. The last thing I wanted was for him to cum.

Turned out I was very wrong.

As I tongued his hole and it opened up more and more, he moaned and breathed more heavily, he soon said with a gasp, "I'm about to cum."

I came up for air, my cock at his wet hole.

"Don't cum yet," I said. "I haven't fucked you yet."

He sat up, still jerking his cock, breathing heavily. And he shot his heavy cum load on my cock. Every spurt, thick and white on my 7-inch cock.

As he recovered, he massaged the cum into my cock and lined it back up to his hole and pulled it toward him.

Using his cum as lube, I entered him.

I fucked him with his own cum.

Without hesitation, this 20-year-old kept taking my cock and seemed to love it. I fucked him and finished off, deep inside his ass. We didn't talk. I just gave him my load. We stayed mostly quiet through the whole thing, his music playing in the background.

I zipped up and left, but I'll admit, he fulfilled a fantasy I'd never asked. I'd always wanted to fuck a bottom with his own cum. He'd allowed me to do that.