I had been contemplating getting my first tattoo for years. I was just waiting for the right artist to do it. I was very specific on what I wanted. There are many parlors in Indianapolis, but I just didn't feel comfortable.
I had given up, until I met Gary.
Gary was my age, a very talented artist, and very good looking. He was nice enough to meet me at my apartment, and go over his portfolio. He did not work at a shop, he was more freelance. Had his own equipment, and had even done some of his own tattoos.
He was not what most gay guys would consider hot, or even good looking. Tall, very lanky, and the best of all (to me anyway), bright red hair. If it weren't for the red hair, I would have thought he was albino, being so fair complected.
Our first meeting, went very well. We discussed the location, and very specific details of what I wanted. He also showed me his work that he had done on himself, and that got me more excited than the thought of him touching and drawing on me.
He took his shirt off, and showed me his chest and the work on his stomach. There was a large dragon, and the tail went down around his belly button, and disappeared into the top of his boxers. He said "The tail goes all the way down, and stops just about here" (And he took his hand, and placed it just below his cock) I replied "Wow, that's awesome; I'd like to see the rest of that"
He, without giving it a second thought, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and stopped. He said "Could you please close the blinds, I would rather your whole apartment complex not see my ass, and cock"
So, I promptly got up, while trying to hide the ever growing bulge in my jeans. When I turned around from closing the blind, there stood Gary, stark naked, and not trying to hide anything.
I walked over to him, and it was quite apparent that he also enjoyed being naked. His dick was springing to life, and standing at attention, with a bright red bush that seemed to be saying "You know you want to bury your nose in it", but I knew better than to just ask him.
I sat down on the couch, and told him that I wanted to take a closer look at that. He walked over to me, and starting talking to him about the tattoo, when the only thing I wanted to do was put his now throbbing, and leaking cock in my mouth.
He then said something that almost made my heart skip a beat. He said "While you're down there, why don't you just suck my dick?"
Well, being the gentleman that I am, I wanted to make my house guest feel welcome, and without asking him if he was sure, or giving him a chance to change his mind, I opened my mouth, and proceeded to put the sweetest tasting, pre-cum covered cock in my mouth. He took in a deep breath, and put his hand on the back of my head. I reached around, and put my hands on his smooth, tight ass.
He then said, "Dude, that feels awesome, why don't you take your clothes off, and we move our little meeting into your bedroom"
I stood up, took him by the hand, and lead him to the bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, he kissed me deeply, and grabbed my dick. Unbuttoning my pants, and taking my shirt off, all while kissing and grinding up against my ever increasingly naked torso.
There we both were, naked, standing in my bedroom, when he falls on top of me onto the bed. He is grinding his hips, and ramming his cock onto mine, I feel his pubic hair against mine, and his balls are hanging low, flapping back and forth against mine.
I stop kissing him, and say to him, "I love kissing you, but right now there is another organ of yours that I would rather have in my mouth."
I threw him off of me, and went back to work on that cock. I thought it was completely hard in the living room, but as I sucked harder and faster, hitting the head on the back of my throat, he grew bigger and harder. I stopped to catch my breath, when he said to me "I'll make a deal with you. If you let me shoot my cum in your mouth, I'll let you fuck my ass any way you want" (We had already discussed our status, and I knew he was clean)
"Deal" and I went back to sucking. I had been sucking his dick for what seemed like 30 seconds (was more like 10 minutes), and I hear the sound of a guy, who is about to squirt man juice. His breath is short, stuttered, and getting faster. He starts pushing his dick farther down my throat, and he said "I...am....cumming!!!"
I felt his red carpeted cock squirt, spasm, and spray some of the sweetest tasting jizz I have ever tasted. He shot a good 8 shots of baby batter down my throat, and I did not waste a drop. I swallowed every drop. I let his dick slip out of my mouth, and he laid there, recovering from what he said was "A blowjob from God."
His dick was slowly getting limp, and with my head on his tummy, he lifts his head, and said, "I believe you get your end of the deal now. Get on your back, so I can hop on"
Once again, I am not one to make a guest unhappy. I lay on my back, and he said "I am gonna love this cock"
My dick is 8 inches, cut, and thick. Gary compared it to a baby's arm.
He took it like a champ. He was on it, and I was buried in him in about 5 minutes. He sat there, a pained look on his face, and I asked him if he was ok. He said, "If I wasn't, I wouldn't still be sitting on this, just give me a couple more seconds"
My cock was balls deep in his tight hole, and I was trying to think of other things to keep myself from cumming before I got the thrill of pounding him.
He slowly started grinding on me. I sat up; he wrapped his arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. To me, there is nothing hotter than a guy moaning with pleasure while being fucked, and kissing at the same time.
I don't know why, but I glanced at the clock when he was sitting on my cock, and the clock now read 20 min later than it did before. My balls are starting to throb, and I am quickly getting to the point of no return. I turn my head, and Gary nibbles on my ear lobe, and within 2 seconds of that, I bury it home, and fill him up. He was grinding me so hard, and yelling he wanted more of my juice in him. I gave him a good filling, and he just kept riding, until I went limp. He collapsed beside me on the bed, and said to me "If you can fuck me like that again, I will give you as many tat's as you want for free"
Now, every time I look at my 3 tattoos, I think of Gary, and the hot times we have had since this encounter. He still owes me 6 tats, but its o.k., because we still fuck every chance we get.
(True story, hope you enjoyed!!)