I was nervous when I left that bar with Sean. Not only was he what I didn’t need to be dealing with at that present time, but he was smart enough to pick up on something that I didn’t want any other Alpha to know. My concealment of desperation. And that was the nervous itch that kept bugging me into red streaks leftover from my scratching against the same spot.

I was ready to devour the first Alpha that would take me as his own. Or that’s what I told myself when I entered the speed dating room to be a desert. It was already a forfeit for me to leave with such a young buck who walked with his hand down his pants every few seconds to check if he had something to be embarrassed about.

Sean kept pretending to wipe a stain that never seemed to disappear from his crotch as we walked back to my place. When I thought about how risky it was to invite a stranger back to mine it turned me on even more: temperature higher than the sun that was rumoured to be missing the next day.

His legs were spread, and he’d keep lowering his head to a position where I thought he was trying to count how many balls he had. I would hope there was only two down there. But it was enjoyable to see how zany Sean was without diminishing any of his sex appeal. I could make-out the vanity of a gym enthusiast underneath his short-sleeved t-shirt that wasn’t totally reaching the bottom of his diaphragm. And when he bent over, I saw the beauty of his external obliques that were close to his spine.

Sean was doing his own teasing, and when we reached my door it was hard for me to keep my hands to myself when he brusquely flipped around with his light grey eyes seedily probing his urge to unbutton my shirt. To get a chance to unlock the door I had to go around his waist and try not to touch him…not just yet: like a kinetic pulse growing and growing and waiting to explode!

I found the lock in the dark, but my whole body was pressed closely upon Sean who was holding his breath just like I was when I heard the faint click after two-rounds of twisting the key as my mouth touched his own.

I pushed the door open and fought to hold his gaze. And he backed-up into my home; gripping my shirt front and taking a button with him as we stepped over the door’s sill and landed in my ten-yard foyer. Then Sean impressively led me into my own living room that was on the right — and let go of my shirt with a ka-plonk-down on my white leather sofa.

I didn’t give Sean a chance to compliment how nice my place was in his laid-back swagger…I stood before him with a confidence borrowed from Zeus and unbuttoned my shirt like 1-2-3-4-5-6-with my torso revealed and Sean rubbed his hands until the friction he created was good enough to warm the whole living room.

Sean’s t-shirt came off when he got to his feet, and we gripped the back of each other’s necks with me moving in for the first kiss that immediately turned into a lizard tussle of tongues and salvia. I felt Sean’s hand rub across my chest — and then down my torso until he found his hands inside my boxers with every breath I took turning me into the reddest lipstick on a female’s lips.

His kisses then found their way to the sides of my neck as he pecked and drew me in to suckle my neck until I moaned out, “Oh,” in such a choir boy moan.

But I wanted to see if I still had it and stopped him from doing that by holding his face inside of my hands and licking his chest; neck; chin; and engulfing his tongue that was waiting to be gift wrapped inside my own mouth. But I ignored the tongue and licked him all over his face which weirdly excited Sean because the way I did it was sensually with the tip.

I then pulled his hand from my boxers, so he could see that I wanted to have each finger individually slobbered upon as he did me a kind favour down below. I looked him straight in the eyes as I slowed…down…the…finger…sucking…process. And when I was done with Sean’s fingers, I placed them down his own denim jeans front, and really rubbed off that melanin tan from him.

Sean’s mouth was flung open and I used my other hand to unbutton my trousers. Sean was distracted between me captivatingly letting my slacks drop — and the fact that a jack rabbit couldn’t keep up with how much fire I was creating with the final scrub on his genitals.

I dropped to my knees when I was finished…and Sean was so enticed that he let me watch the two buttons clip-clip out of place with the start of his sky-blue plaid and red boxers show that he was bigger than seven inches. I did the full cycle spin with my pink clapper as Sean practically flew out his draws and kicked them off his ankles: and it reached my radiator.

“What you going to do next, Robbie?” Sean was teasing me himself as he held his long john with the anticipation to what my clapper would do. He gave me the stick-up and I plunged to deep throat him back to the sofa. He gripped me by the back of the skull as I never reduced the speed of my suction-back-suction-back-suction-back – and then Sean thrusted-thrusted-oh-la-la-and my cheeks felt the hardening of that rod.

When Sean pulled it out completely, I felt face-fucked to the core! And my eyes eagerly started to stroke my own hump that was wondering when it would get some attention, but Sean backed up to sofa and sat upright. “I want you to stand up.”

I obeyed…we were both stroking in unison and at the same pace a tortoise would travel. I was close to moans, but I held back through gritted teeth as Sean didn’t need to tell me turn around; stand straight; and take off those boxers so that he could see where he wanted to pierce with that erection. I next felt his hand warmly drag me back; and then he sat down and spread open my cheeks for his tongue to enter my anus.

It was an eruption of emotions churned in a grinder of forgetfulness. I hadn’t remembered the dry spell that I had been through. It was so orgasmic the way he did it: full of forcefulness as he tried to depart the opening that was tighter after all those years. But the lubricant of his spittle which he slobbered over me was working wonders and it didn’t take Sean long to bring out the failing respiratory system.

Sean kept with the licking until I could no longer stand up straight and had to position myself on top of him with haste! He got me balanced, and then it slotted in and I squirmed at how it felt like a never-ending insertion. But when I became comfortable, I wasted no time in working my rectum to a familiarity with how Sean liked to be worked!

I found that what got him stroking me up-and-down as I rested against his chest was doing the merry-go-round, and then slightly closing my legs while I changed the directional pad to forward and back — but building up my speed with the stride of Sean’s heartbeat so we could connect. I was determined to please Sean, and that was cemented with each caress on my groin that inflicted me into closing my eyes and spreading my legs to enter the deeper stages.

The deeper stages were me with my palms gripped on his thighs as I raised myself off his lap. I then rowed Sean’s machine as he began to squeeze all the life out of my stiffy. And I loved that he stroked with that squeeze; and his groans of sensuality were climbing the mountains and singing the horniest melodies which kept me going.

And his softening voice hit the right spot to, “Keep going.” The next, was louder, “Keep going like that, Robbie!” The final had us both grasping to last a few moments longer, but one of us had to give in…and it wouldn’t be me as I felt a load of satisfaction wanting to burst not only from myself, but from Sean who was tensing so badly I feared he would damage my insides!

All I could hear from him was, “Oooooooo-arghhh!” And It was the concoction that assembled into why his legs began to shake while I bounced on his knees with the pile-driver that sent me to the roof…and then crashed back down onto Sean’s lap after every ten-lift-offs: I was sore, and he was done!

Sean collapsed wearily onto the sofa with his fingers gliding down my spine: I felt the shape of a snake or at least the letter S. He spelled out s…e…x on the width of my back —and then he just left his palm on my bare flesh. “That…was…the…” it took Sean eons to find the letters that formed the word best!

I had already gotten off Sean and headed to urinate in the loo. But I got half-way up the stairs before I clung onto the barrister and decided to randomly sit down on the steps and stop the hyperventilation that seized my body like an alien snatcher. I quaked from how hard Sean had cum, and it overwhelmed my system that hadn’t been touched, let alone tweaked by sexual intercourse in ages. But I put my all into it!

It just…took me awhile to process the past as I stared at the front door where a silhouette of a man I once loved was there no more. And in his hand, much smaller and waving at me in the shadows was another voice that called out to me, “Move on. Move on, Robbie.”