I Opened the Door for Him Wearing My Black Thong

It was Saturday afternoon and I’d spent two hours wandering around the house not knowing what to do. I’d settled onto the sofa with my laptop, a lukewarm coffee, and one of those apps I open when I have no plans and boredom pushes me to look for company. Things looked bad: lots of profiles with no photo, lots of vague messages, lots of “hey, what are you up to” with no energy behind them.

Until Marcos arrived.

The first message was direct and to the point: “Your ass drives me crazy. I’d love to eat it properly, loosen it up, and then fuck you until you forget your name.” I laughed to myself on the sofa and, without thinking too much about it, answered that the proposal sounded impossible to refuse. We spent a while exchanging photos. His showed exactly what it promised: a nicely brown dick, neither too big nor too small, just the size I like to enjoy without it hurting. Below it, shaved balls that were practically begging to be licked.

I asked for half an hour to shower and get ready. Those who’ve been reading what I write for a while already know I’m fussy about that: no enema and no proper cleaning, I don’t open the door. We agreed that from six o’clock on we’d keep messaging to confirm.

While I was drying myself, his message came in: “You have a photo in the gallery with a black thong. Will you let me in wearing it?” I replied with an emoji and opened the drawer. I had several, but the black one was my favorite: just enough fabric, the thin strap, the feeling of being comfortable and shameless at the same time. I put it on, then a tight pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt over it. I sent him a picture in the mirror and told him he could come whenever he wanted.

The wait felt long. I was hornier than I wanted to admit. I paced around the living room with a beer in my hand, checking the time every five minutes and thinking about what was going to happen. When the intercom finally buzzed, I nearly tripped on the way to open the door.

Marcos was dressed better than I’d imagined. Khaki chinos, snug at the waist and even tighter over the ass. The kind of pants made for looking down when he turns around. Blue shirt open two buttons, a small backpack over one shoulder, and a calm smile that was neither shy nor arrogant. And thick lips that caught my attention before anything else.

“Hi,” he said, and kissed me as soon as I shut the door.

It wasn’t a test-the-water kiss. It was a long kiss, with a hand on the back of my neck and his body pressed against mine. While he was eating my mouth, my hand slid down on its own to his crotch and I felt a bulge that was already waking up. He took the opportunity to slip his hand under my T-shirt and trace my back until he found the thong waistband.

“You did what I asked,” he murmured without parting his lips. “Good.”

He dragged me toward the bedroom without stopping the kiss. Before we’d even taken our shirts off, he’d already unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. He paused for a second, pulled back, and looked me up and down: barefoot, in the black thong, and my cock already standing up inside the fabric.

“Get on all fours,” he said.

We finished undressing. I lay down on the bed, lifted my ass, rested my face on the pillow, and waited. He took off his shirt, folded the chinos with a calm that surprised me, and climbed onto the mattress. He moved the thong strap aside with one finger and, before I could even breathe, buried his face in my hole.

***

I couldn’t help moaning. Marcos wasn’t testing, he was eating. His tongue moved in circles, stopped in the center, pressed like it wanted to get inside, then traced the entire rim again. He alternated that with soft bites on my cheeks that made my back arch. I could hear him breathing against my skin, and every time he took in air to lick again, I let out a new groan.

At one point, his hand found my package. My cock was bursting inside the thong, and I felt him carefully move the fabric aside to get it out. He took hold of it fully, weighed my balls in his palm, and started jerking me slowly, very slowly, while his tongue kept doing its thing on my ass.

Without warning, he lowered his head and put it in his mouth. With my face buried in the pillow, I started moaning like a kid. The sensation of having his tongue in my asshole, then his mouth on my dick and his fingers playing between both zones, was too much to process. He stayed like that a long time, alternating, unhurried, until he focused on my ass again.

When I was just about ready to beg for mercy, I sat up and motioned for him to stop. I wanted to try him out myself. I told him to lie on his back, and he dropped onto the mattress with a smile that said he knew exactly what was coming.

I started with his mouth. I kissed him slowly and worked my way down. His neck was a surprise: as soon as I ran my tongue under his ear, he let out a deep sigh and I saw his whole body tense. Weak spot identified. I lingered there longer than necessary, nibbling, licking, blowing softly over the wet skin.

I moved to his nipples. They were small and dark, perfect for sucking without rushing. While I bit one, I pinched the other between my thumb and forefinger. He tried to grab my head to guide me, but I pushed his hands away. I wanted to do it at my own pace.

My tongue kept going down. I moved over his navel, paused at the pubis, and veered toward his groin. I licked both sides in full, alternating with his balls. I went up and down his shaft without touching the head, brushing the sides with the tip of my tongue, stopping just before the glans. Every time I pulled away, he let out a frustrated groan.

When I saw he couldn’t take any more, I finally took his entire dick into my mouth. I licked it while holding his balls in my palm. He looked down at me with half-lidded eyes, and that turned me on even more. I sucked him slowly, letting saliva gather on the head, sliding my lips down to the base.

Then I asked him to turn over. I wanted to try his ass in a comfortable position. He got on all fours and I spread his cheeks apart with both hands. He had a small, clean hole, the same brown tone as the rest of him. When I ran my tongue over it, he let out a low growl that made me smile. He offered no resistance when I started working my finger on the center, so I set about eating his ass thoroughly while he clutched the sheet.

When I stopped, he turned around, grabbed my waist, and pulled me toward him until I was lying on top, between his legs. We kissed again, this time with ragged breathing, while our cocks brushed against each other. Mine passed dangerously close to his hole, still wet, and we both felt it.

***

“On your back,” he ordered.

I lay down and let him take control. He started with my neck, repeated everything I’d done to his, and moved on to my nipples. Without much detour, he went down to my cock and gave me a blow job like I hadn’t had in months. Deep, with a hand at the base, alternating with licks to my balls and, from time to time, down to my asshole. At one point, with my dick still in his mouth, he found my hands, intertwined his fingers with mine, and kept sucking without letting go. That gesture, I don’t know why, was what made me throw caution to the wind.

“Come here,” I said. “Let’s do sixty-nine.”

He sat up and took the position. I lay underneath, he on top. When he lowered his face and put it in my mouth again, I lifted my head and swallowed his. We stayed like that for a long while, each of us moaning against the other’s cock, feeling ourselves suck each other at the same time. I worked up a good head of saliva and started looking for his hole again with my tongue. I lifted his legs with my hands and devoted myself to that ass with the same intensity he’d given mine at the beginning.

When I had it nicely wet, I slid underneath and turned him onto his side. I brought the tip of my cock to his asshole and pushed just a little, just enough for him to feel the pressure. He shuddered and let out a “fuck” that almost made me cum right there. I was discovering he was versatile and I loved the idea. I pushed a little more, got just the head in, and pulled it out again. I wasn’t wearing a condom, and besides, that afternoon I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his cock inside me.

I pressed our cocks together with both hands and started jerking them both at once. The heads rubbed together, both of them already slick, and the sensation was so good I had to slow down so I wouldn’t finish too early. I looked him in the eye and asked what I had really already decided for both of us:

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I love how tight your ass is.”

“Then it’s all yours.”

I handed him a condom, helped him put it on, and poured a generous squirt of lube over it. He lay back and gave two taps to his pelvis.

“Come here,” he said. “I want you to take it.”

I climbed on top astride him. I took his cock in my hand, guided it to the center, and started to lower myself. It went in on the first try, with no resistance. His face was priceless: he shut his eyes, opened his mouth, and let out a gasp that made me smile from above. I began moving slowly, resting my hands on his chest, setting the pace, watching his breathing rise and fall every time I sank all the way down.

After riding him for a while, he sat up and kissed me with that cock still inside. He took advantage of the fact that I was more reclined and couldn’t move as easily, and started pounding into me from below like mad. The gasps mixed with the kisses. I didn’t know whether to moan, kiss him, or simply let myself get fucked.

“On all fours,” he said after a while. “On the edge of the bed.”

I got down, positioned myself as he’d told me, and felt him move behind me. He grabbed my waist, shoved all the way in at once, and started fucking me mercilessly. I clung to the sheet with both hands to endure the thrusts. At some point he put one leg up on the bed, found a new angle, and the sensation changed completely. I was in heaven.

Then he pushed me gently and lay on top of me. He slid into me again and stayed still for a second, giving me a kiss on the nape of my neck, before starting to pump slowly. After a while like that, he stopped, pulled out, turned me over, and took me to the edge of the bed.

“I want to see your face while I fuck you,” he told me.

He put my legs over his shoulders and started thrusting like there was no tomorrow. I held my body up on my elbows, watching his abs tighten with every thrust, biting my lip so I wouldn’t cum too soon. Any little brush on my cock and I was done for. He asked me several times if I wanted him to jack me off and I said no, to hold off, that I wanted him to finish first.

When we’d been at it for almost an hour, he pulled out of me. The feeling of emptiness made me gasp. We stood up beside the bed, facing each other. His cock was still rock hard. We brought our cocks together again and jerked them at the same time, this time without a condom, never taking our eyes off each other.

“Where do you want it?” he asked, his voice rough.

“In my mouth.”

I crouched down and started running my tongue over the head while he jacked himself off. I could see his balls tightening, the veins standing out in his forearm, his jaw clenched. When his breathing quickened, I took his whole cock into my mouth and felt the first spurts hit my tongue. I stroked his thigh with one hand while he held my head with his. I got every last drop out of him.

***

I sat up and went to the bathroom to rinse off. When I came back into the bedroom, I found Marcos already standing, still naked, looking at the black thong on the bed. We melted into a calm kiss, this time without urgency. He cleaned himself up afterward and got dressed while I collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted, realizing I hadn’t taken the thong off at any point during the session. I slid it down my legs and tossed it onto the sheet.

“I loved fucking you with the thong on,” he said while putting on his shirt. “It suits you perfectly.”

“Well, just so you know, I have several more.”

He laughed. He asked for my number so he wouldn’t lose the conversation if the app crashed, and I gave it to him without thinking. I walked him to the door and, before leaving, he gave me a long kiss, with his hand once again on the back of my neck.

An hour later, already stretched out on the sofa, I got his message:

“The pleasure was enormous for me too. Let’s see when I get to see you in the other thongs.”

I replied with a photo of the open drawer and the implied promise that next time his ass was not going to get off scot-free.

I hope you enjoyed it. As always, I’ll be delighted to read you here.

—Pol