Gay fucking story of second meet with daddy

Gay fucking story: Ever since the last time we hooked up we tried to maintain contact, either through texting/sexting once in a while or video calls and stuff. Jatin and I grew fonder of each other, we had similar thoughts be it political, spiritual, or anything.

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He visited twice after that and we were very unlucky as both times I was either travelling or he was extremely caught up. Slowly as it happens we couldn’t really keep contact and the frequency of chatting and everything grew lesser, since we were both pretty occupied with our life.

However, I still recalled and craved the amazing time we both had the last time. This one day I was at my office and no one was around and I was casually swiping through Grindr and suddenly his profile popped up approximately about 5 kms away.

Although he was not online at that time, I texted him on WhatsApp reassuring if he’s really in town or if it’s some other guy with a similar looking picture. He replied an hour or so later, that he took an unplanned visit for something very urgent and that he has an early flight the very next morning. Which was exactly why he didn’t inform me about his trip.

He obviously had work and so did I but I longed to see him, perhaps for some while, at least for a coffee.

Since he used cabs while at his visits, I agreed to pick him and went to a nearby decent cafe that I liked. He’d changed his hairstyle a bit this time, had a short crew cut and a thick stubble, when I saw him walking towards me all I could think was how he looked hotter than the last time.

I stepped out of the car, we hugged tightly, the hug itself had such sexual tension between us, but aghh I hated that I couldn’t just straight away smooch him. We spoke for a bit, only about half an hour or so. He told me that all of his visits pertain to the reason that he’s buying a property in my city and this time around, he was here to complete the transaction.

We left and I dropped him off where I picked him up from, before leaving he gave me a sudden peck on my cheeks (blushing) and from there I headed straight to my office.

I had a weird pittish feeling in my stomach after dropping him over and I had too much stuff to complete before the day wound up so I dived straight into that to ignore all the carnal turmoil I had after seeing him.

I got a call from him at 5 only to find out he craved me as much as I craved him. I tried to hide my eagerness and failed, we both sounded like lovestruck teen-agers. He was at his charming best to persuade me into spending the night with him.

Almost each time somebody does that I deny within a drop of a beat, but it was not just some guy, it was Jatin, “the best sex I ever had-Jatin”. I just found myself melting and that was so unlike me. I lied at home about some sudden night out plan and called him up immediately.

I entered his hotel a tad earlier than what I had promised, and hurried to the reception counter. The jerk at the reception was resisting me to see Jatin (felt like punching him through his face, but yeah respected that he was doing his job well), for which I had to call him down to testify I was his friend.

We entered the elevator and I sensed the sexual tension rising, I terribly wanted to kiss him but had another bald, aged man to share the space with. I hated each obstacle that came in between us because of the time constraints we had, it was killing me.

We finally exited the elevator talked through an unbelievably long hallway that would feel smaller if it weren’t coupled with the desire and the lust. The moment we entered inside his room, Jatin closed the door pushed me against it and kissed me hard. IT WAS CRAZY SEXY.

I had never lusted for somebody this strong and I could tell it by the intensity of our lip lock. I raised myself on my toes and Jatin stooped a little and we were wildly smooching, letting out moans after moans in the pleasure of our intimacy. It felt as though we were trying to make up for all the misfortunes we had for not having been able to have sex for all crappy reasons.

It felt as though we owed it to the God of sex. Jatin had unhooked my belt, and unbuttoned my trouser and unzipped the zipper with a fluidic manoeuvre and unbuttoned more than half my shirt, all of this while I could barely lift his t-shirt and throw it away. My trouser slid down my legs on its own accord.

Jatin held me by my ass lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Still lip-locked I stooped and held him by his face, if I could I would never stop kissing him. I was carried to the bed a few steps away, and wildly thrown on it.

I took off my shirt and took a lusty look a his crotch that could now shelter people from the huge tent made by his hard on, which appeared huge on a loose jogger since he was also going commando.

Jatin slid my undies off my legs and placed a warm peck on my inner thigh. He planted kisses in a linear fashion and kissed my balls, sucked on it while jerking me off lightly. I was on cloud 9 when his hands slid under my vest and pinched on my left nipple and grabbed my dick and took it all in at once.

He was so awesome I could nut in his mouth right away but I stopped him, raised my back to sit up straight kissed him and pulled his jogger down, held his warm throbbing dick in my hand stroked it in my tender palm, while he stuck his tongue down my throat.

I laid on the bed, with my head facing his schlong licked head played around it with my tongue. I licked his huge dick, moistened it up with my tongue very slowly. Jatin was letting out mellow moans. I held it and took it half in my mouth, and continued with increasing the pace.

I kept rapidly moving my tongue inside around his dick and he held me lightly by my hair. I arched my ass and rested on my elbows when Jatin took the hint and rested his left foot on the bed, next to me, and took his dick in mouth and it touched my throat and I gagged and continued.

Jatin held my head and started thrusting his dick gently in my mouth. This blocked his vision and he wanted to look into my eye as I suck it. I got off the bed, kneeled before my master, and he rested his ass on the edge of the bed.

I sucked at it, deeper this time, Jatin held my left hand tightly and I held his dick from my right, I looked straight into his eyes and increased the pace and the suction too. I was loving this so very much, that I wouldn’t want to leave and my eyes had started to water.

Jatin on the other had could never grow tired of sucking and kept complimenting me on my art. He pulled my hand and I stood up, again on my heels and we kissed, he seemed to have loved it I could see it in his eyes.

We went back to the bed kissing, I was atop him, his dick, drenched by my saliva, was sticking to my ass, I was nibbling on his ears and he planted kisses on my neck. He turned me over, and came over me, sucked my nipples over my vest, till both my nipples had a big wet patch after the licking, he bit them licked them, squeezed them and his thick stubble rubbed against them.

Gay fucking story of the wild second fuck with hot daddy

He raised my feet and spat on my ass and told me to help him with the condom, I did. We were both so much on edge that we kissed and fucked in missionary. It was the most romantic sex ever. His thrusts were going deeper in synchronism with the deep breaths we both drew.

I was thinking at the back of my head how every guy gets this wrong and Jatin seems to be an OG in not letting the heat wither down. I had my feet locked above him and he was breathing heavy and warm near my temple. I kissed him. My eyes closed, I was at a very strange but relaxed place mentally, I the feel good hormones had the better off me.

Our kiss deepened and I shot jets of cum and to my surprise Jatin too climaxed a moment after that and collapsed on me, breathing heavily. It was only 7, I felt content in his embrace, I couldn’t control my thoughts and feelings at all, who wouldn’t fall for such a man.

We had two more sessions before his flight…

To be continued…

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