Almost an hour went by the there was no sign of him. I thought I had been made a fool and he wasn’t coming when I received a text. The young man had gone to the wrong Maverick and was lost. Or so that’s what he had said. I was beginning to think he was just leading me on for fun. Another twenty minutes went by and nothing. Then a car pulled in front of my house and my phone dinged, advising me that I had received a text. “I’M HERE” was all the text said.
I walked to the front door as the young man approached from his car. When I opened the front door and saw him it literally took my breath away. He was standing almost five foot eight with a slender well-muscled frame. His tight-fitting blue jeans accentuated a large bulge pushed to one side with the distinct impression of a large full mushroomed head.
A full chest of curly blond hair lay twisted above the opening of his western shirt which was buttoned only halfway up. Locks of the most beautiful shades of blond hair cascaded out from beneath his cowboy hat like sands of an hourglass flowing in the moonlight, shimmering and dancing in the breeze.
He looked at me and his eyes seemed to look right into my soul, twinkling with mischief and a great capacity to love. He smiled and brought to life a dimple in each cheek which danced across his face as though they longed to be kissed.
“Hi I’m Jonathan.” He said with an accent that was home grown and yet not overpowering.
“Come on in.” I finally said, “Sorry you had such a hard time finding the place.” I lead him to the living room and asked him to sit and make himself at home while I went and got us each a bottle of water. Not quite sure what to do next, I unzipped my pants and grabbed two bottles of water.
I handed him the bottle and placed my hand on his thigh. He looked at me and smiled his childlike smile and leaned back in the couch. I slid my hand up and began unbuttoning the top button of his jeans and unzip the zipper. I was pleasantly surprised as a spring of blond hair erupted from behind the now unzipped zipper. Jonathan had no underwear on which is a trait I soon learned he had lived with most of his life.
As I reached in with one hand to release his now engorging manhood, I slid my other hand into his shirt and felt the manliness of his well-muscled extremely hairy chest. A sensation I had never felt before began to come over me. I neither felt afraid or ashamed but felt exhilarated and full of a strange new desire. Perhaps it was because I was in charge and could stop any moment I wanted. Perhaps it was just something new and unforced. Whatever it was, it was a feeling I never wanted to go away.
Jonathan’s now hard cock stood six and a half inches long and was the perfect thickness. His mushroomed head seemed to dance on top of his manly cock shaft winking at me to please it. Together we stood and dropped our clothes to the floor. I reached for my blonde god and pulled him close. Our bodies pressed against each other, and I could feel a heat coming from Jonathan which warmed me to my soul. I looked into his eyes and reached up with my hand and stroked his masculine face. A three- or four-day growth of hair covered his chin and accentuated his laugh dimples.
I leaned in to kiss his mouth and quietly he turned away from me. “I don’t kiss on the lips.” He whispered as he tilted his head to one side and let me caress his neck and ear with my lips and tongue.
He grasped my throbbing love pole in his hand and began to stroke it tenderly up and down. I had feared that my youth would have invaded the moment with nightmarish flashbacks of the cruelty of my stepbrothers, but all I felt was overwhelming peace.
I slowly dropped to my knees rubbing my hands down along his smooth well-defined stomach, which was covered with just as much hair as his chest. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and guided his throbbing cock past my gums and deep into my throat. I drew in a deep breath and could smell his manliness. It was intoxicating and left me wanting more.
I reached up and took Jonathan’s supple ball sack into my hand wanting to feel the testicles which would reward me for my efforts and Jonathan pulled away with a sheepish giggle.
“My nuts are really sensitive. Don’t touch them please.” He chuckled as he momentarily baked away.
I released my grasp and turned my attention back to his pleasure pole which I gave my full attention. Jonathan lay down on the couch and spread his leggs as I deep throated the full length of his trembling cock with easy.
It may have taken a moment or an hour. I could not tell you which because I was so caught up with pleasuring my very own cowboy by choice and not by fear or command that I was in ecstasy until he began to heave and buck as his cock spewed forth its liquid treasure. I tried swallowing but his spunk came so hard and fast that it began to ooze out of my mouth from the sides of my lips. Still, I tried to swallow, and his spunk just kept coming.
Finally, he lay back on the couch again and ran his fingers through my hair. “I have never cum like that before! You were amazing!” I sat beside him and together we cuddled for a time. Then Jonathan said he had to leave. We dressed and I walked him to the door. “Will you come over again?” I sheepishly asked.
“Sure, if you want” he smiled and spoke. “Next time I’ll get you off.”
It was only then that I realized that I had been so satisfied pleasuring Jonathan that I had never climaxed on my own.”
“It’s a deal” I laughed. Jonathan walked away to his car, and I felt he was someone I would like to have around. It’s been several years now, and he still gives me that sensational feeling of safety and exhilaration each night when we climb into our bed and explore each other creating a new adventure each and every night.
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