Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2021 17:33:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Terry Green Subject: Dinner with Marcel, I'm His Dessert Please support nifty as much as possible. Things are getting far more expensive, but let's keep this LGBT establishment up and running. All the best, Terry The salmon was so succulent, as were the sides on the huge plate at Tonys Seafood and Steaks. Marcel had taken me on another date, and the more time we spent together, the more comfortable I felt with him. Definitely a good connection. Of all places for us to begin was tinder, which of course usually is a hook up site, but so far just regular kisses and hugs. As Marcel brought up his time in the military, wow all of his stories were exciting, I knew right there I was going to have him. No need for dessert, as simply put I really dug him, and I could feel my insides opine for him in every way possible. He was so damn handsome. While I was mid twenties, he was 38, and just left the navy for the civilian world. His transition was fairly simple, as he worked for a defense contractor working on blueprints. From what he was able to tell me, it was a nice place to work, and he enjoyed helping the military in a different way. Marcel's six foot frame towered over my diminutive 5'6, and his muscular frame, blonde hair, and green eyes with exotic colors made me turned on. Truly a good looking man, and tonight I was on a mission. Enough of his officer and a gentleman thing, I wanted him to fuck me with every bit of his confidence and oozing masculinity. It was nice to spend time with him. He had picked me up in his blue Ford F-150. Always something sexy about other guys with trucks. I grinned and bared it as he played country music, but he originally was from Alabama. What could I do in this case? His twang I loved though. Very sexy how he accentuated certain words, and his southern phrases were both funny and romantic. A musical quality if that makes sense to you. No wonder country songs were basically stories put to notes. As we walked to his truck, he asked me if I would like to "join him for some evening miniature golf." I smiled. "You're cute. I want to play with your balls instead. Also your club." Other men had told me I had these seductive blue eyes, along with quick wit that threw them off unexpectedly. Marcel was the proverbial "deer in the headlights," as I stuck my tongue in his lips, and felt the crotch part of his khaki pants. At first stunned, but I felt him hardening, and knew right there that I might be begging for more than I expected. He was huge and soon his tongue was in my mouth, and in his truck he put his hands around my hips. "Let's go to your house," as I massaged his hardness through the polyester and cotton. "Ok." That's all Marcel could say. Yet he put the truck in drive, and sped off to the upscale part of Jacksonville. As hot as the palm trees must have been, the air and tension in that truck cab were stifling. Soon we were at his townhouse, and walking inside, I kissed him with the purpose of riling him up. It worked as he picked me up, and brought me into his bed. I quickly worked to take his clothes off, and I felt around his tight white fruit of the looms that had a gigantic rod out front so prominently. His hairy muscular chest. My hands were there and moving down, as we kissed with fire and brimstone of raw unhinged sexuality. He smelled so good with his leathery cologne, and I liked the stubble in his beard area. His near 9 inch cock was a sight to behold. Thick, nicely scaped with a bell shaped head that I used my jaw and tongue to maneuver around. On the bed I had him in my mouth, as I slobbered to make his pole wet. His musky cock and big balls were all mine. He was smiling, eyes closed, and it turned me on to have him under my control. Marcel attempted to speak but couldn't, as I kept swallowing up his precum, and driving him insane as I devoured his private parts into my lips even more. He pushed my head down. Yes. This was incredible, and I loved having this handsome mans bone in the hole, that would soon be in another one. Taking my shirt off, Marcel kissed me, and then took my pants off. Free balling as I always did, I told him "I so want you to fuck me baby." His smile and dancing green eyes said it all, as he played with my shaved penis and balls. It was amazing as his tough big knuckles went up and down on my shaft, and soon he was fingering me. I was in another dimension. The juices and lube in my ass now we're combined, and as he felt my shaft up, marveling at no pubes, I stuck his hardness up to my insides. Oh yes I was going to ride him. Our cadence at first was slow, but as I got his monster sized penis in me, we sped up our revolutions. Up and down I went, and I made sure to touch his nuts hanging out of me. Knowing he was balls deep in my rear end was such a turn on, as was watching his eyes roll upside down. He was biting his lips when not kissing me, and the sensation was of being full along with my nerve endings awakened. Marcel felt amazing. I may have only been out with him here and there for a little while, but him stretching me made me want to love on him even more. Soon he insisted I lay down on the edge of his comfortable king sized bed. The blue sheets felt good on my bare ass, as he pulled my feet on his shoulders, and burrowed away. Such an intense feeling. I was his play toy now, and as he pumped me full of his hardness, he gently caressed my testicles. This was overwhelming. Sensory overload. I felt his shaft go in to the end on my g spot, and all I could do was howl as I came all over the place. My six inches of shaved cock and balls were emptied, as he filled up my rear end with all of him. His sweaty blonde hair. Even his chest was soaking, as he kept prodding me with his penis. Kissing me. He lunged eagerly in my ass, and I felt this huge stick going in and out. Holding his balls below, I kissed him and said, "breed me love, breed me!" So wanting his DNA into my butthole, I wanted him to orgasm inside me. Then we would be again over and over again, as I loved what he did to my insides. Vulnerable and his completely, he started to make strange but all so sexy facial gestures. He was almost there. A few more pumps and Marcel emptied his contents inside of me. He left globs of his thick white sperm inside me, and as it dripped out of my insides we kissed. This was our first time, but I knew that it was destiny, to be his bottom that satisfied his urges.