billthedrake: thesweatyjock:If this could happen everyday after getting home from work.. TRUMP CARDI
billthedrake: thesweatyjock:If this could happen everyday after getting home from work.. TRUMP CARDI’m not even selling myself short, but Kevin was out of my league, and I knew it. Even for a fuck buddy. The guy had a porn star body and was just an incredible top. And here I was getting that heavy, thick tool of his a couple times a week.But I had a trump card. Kevin had a thing for suits and more than a casual fetish for them. It surprised the hell out of me, when I first encountered him walking my dog after work. I’d seen Kevin around before - and hell, who wouldn’t notice a hunk like that? We’d never talked, and I had no expectation we ever would. But as I cut down a street parallel to mine, I saw all six feet of his muscled body coming toward me, wearing nothing but a thin pair of running shorts, his lightly furred torso sweaty and moist. He seemed to be cooling down from a run.I gave the slightest of nods and he smiled back. You get used to this as a dog owner. Everyone wants to stop and talk about your dog, maybe pet him. I’d met some hot guys that way, but mostly it was just a ritual of dog owners.But Kevin didn’t seem to be interested in Trixie, my labrador retriever. He just flashed a grin and said, “Nice suit, man.”That caught me off guard, but I knew I looked good in a suit, and I would eat up any compliment a man this hot would throw my way.“Looks like Zegna, but the cut’s different,” he said, taking a sweeping appraisal of my frame. “Maybe Canali?”I shook my head. “Brooks Brothers. But I have a really good tailor.”“Nice,” the dude said enthusiastically. “He does a fantastic job, bro.”“You into suits?” I asked, acknowledging his clear interest but also a little surprised.He nodded. “I know a lot about ‘em. Don’t get much chance to wear them in my job, but I have one nice suit.”Maybe it was the guy’s heavier eye contact now. Or maybe I figured this was my last chance. I decided to be a little flirty with him. “I bet it looks great on you, man. Only you don’t need anything to make you look hotter.” OK, maybe a lot flirty.He chuckled. Then he got an uncharacteristically bashful look on his sweaty, handsome-cut face. “You ever, you know, play around wearing your suit?”I had a pretty good idea what he was saying. “Can’t say that I have,” I replied. Hell, I didn’t even know this guy’s name yet, but here we were talking about preferences when it came to sex. “But I’d be open to it.”That brought a big smile to his face. “Yeah?” he replied. “It’s kind of my thing. Big time.” He was getting his natural confidence back, now.“In that case, bro, I’d definitely be open to it.” My heart was beating heavy now. Was this gonna happen? “I don’t know your plans this evening, but I’m at 312 Pinewood. Just around the corner.”I was getting stiffer in my trousers. Trixie was impatiently pulling at the leash now, confused as to why we stopped for so long. “I gotta finish walking her, but I can be over in maybe fifteen, twenty?”“Looking forward to it,” he winked.My dog was getting antsy now. “All right, stud,” I said. “She’s getting impatient. I’ll be over soon, though.”“All right,” he chuckled.***Our first time together, my first doing suit play was strictly oral. Oral and a hell of a lot of mutual exploration. Kevin was completely naked and I enjoyed the chance to feel his hard, lean muscle. For his part, the hunk took his time running his hands along my suit, my shirt and my tie. He kind of coached me in the art of suit worship. I’d seen a couple of suit porn videos before but this way hotter, even. I was rock hard and by the time he got between my legs and pulled my cock out from my trouser’s fly, I knew I wasn’t going to take long to cum.“Nothing hotter than a man with his dick poking out of his suit,” he growled before going down on me. After that, we set up a pattern. If we had free time on the weekends, we’d go in for a nice, long suit-worship session. I had a decent business attire wardrobe, but I had to make an effort to keep it fresh for my fuck buddy. A new tie or pocket square, a new shirt combination… anything to excite him. Not that he seemed to need any more titillation. The lust was clear in his eyes each time he came over or I went over to his place. And I started working in a quickie on the way to work each Tuesday and Thursday, when Kevin had a break in his work as a personal trainer. As much as I appreciated the slow sessions, the thrill of stepping into his place to see him completely nude and already hard always got to me, too. And the horny impetuous way we’d make out briefly before he undid my belt and trousers and bent me over got me eager to take his dick. Kevin would eat me out good, then stand up to quickly apply some lube to his hardon. And I’d brace myself as this stud did his two-minute mile on my ass, gripping my hips, my suit coat, my shirt tails, whatever he good get his hands on as he fucked hard and fast. It was exquisite and never failed to get me off. I’d get to work a happy and well-fucked man.The chemistry was there, all right, but we never ventured for anything more. I was too scared to test our dynamic. Till one day, I was considering dropping a cool 1500 on a new suit. Something nicer for my collection. Something Kevin would love. It stopped me and made me wonder what this fuckbuddy thing was all about. So the next weekend, after we had a slow 69 - Kevin wearing his one navy weddings-and-formal-events suit this time - we spent some time talking. “So I gotta ask, Kevin… I get the vibe you’re not the dating type.”“That’s not a question,” he teased.“All right,” I sighed. “Would you ever be interested in dating me?”He gave a sad grimace that also was his effort to assure me. “Listen, Matt. I love what we have going on… but you’re not the only business guy I fuck.”“Oh,” I said. I don’t know why that surprised me. “You’re really fucking hot, so I guess you can bag whoever you want.”My words were barbed but the guy brushed them off. “I do all right. But honest, you’re the hottest of my fuck buddies. “I didn’t think you were gonna embrace the suit thing either.”“Why not?” I asked. His compliment took the sting out of his rejection some. Logically, I knew we weren’t destined for anything serious. I just had to take that chance. He patted my dress shirt as we lay in the bed next to one another. “Usually guys turned on by suit play I have to meet online. It’s not super common.”“I can get that. But you’ve got me into it. At least with the right guy.”He smiled and we had a quick kiss. I think Kevin was really trying to reassure me. “Listen… you do what you gotta do. If you’d rather not fool around any more I get it. But I look forward to our session. A lot.”I almost asked him if he looked forward to his other guys, but I realized that was petty and jealous. So I answered, truthfully, “I look forward to them too, man.”***So Tuesday morning came, and I was making my way to the front door of 312 Pinewood. Navy suit, starched white dress shirt, tan broqued dress shoes, cerulean blue tie. Maybe Kevin was out of my league. Or simply not boyfriend material. But I was gonna get a nice hard fuck from the hottest guy in the city, a no-nonsense blow-and-go before work, and I was A-Ok with that. -- source link