The Married Man Who Asked Me to His Terrace That Night

It was a hot June afternoon and I was horny as hell. I’d gone almost a week without getting off, and I wanted exactly that: a good cock working my hole until my legs were shaking. No romance. Just flesh, heat, and a man with the urge.

I went into the chat with little faith, because I already knew the script by heart. Endless conversations with wankers pretending they were going to fulfill all their fantasies. I’ll tell you a truth the veterans know well: they never get past that. They’re fantasies and nothing more. That’s why we play along until they get tired or cum, whichever comes first, and disconnect convinced they’ve duped someone on the other side of the screen.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Adrián, twenty-six, broad-built, with no chest hair thankfully and very little anywhere else on my body. My ass is always shaved. Brown hair, medium length, with a natural wave that’s great for when they pull it and set the pace while I’m down on my knees sucking cock.

I was always more on the submissive side when it came to fucking. But if I found a real man, one of those rare ones, I could become the most devoted slut on the planet. And I’ll tell you something else: with a guy like that, you completely forget that taking a whole cock in one go hurts. Dilated or not, if the man is the right one, it doesn’t hurt. On the contrary. You want more, and more, and more. You want him never to cum so he’ll keep giving it to you.

After being stood up by five or six guys, a nickname appeared in the chat that was pure cliché: “married_dn.” Fuck, how original. I went for it anyway, because I was so hot I figured he’d be the last one before I gave myself a farewell wank and came all over my own stomach.

We started talking. Straight, married, looking to get off, and promising a cock to be scared of. I asked him if the marriage thing was true, not out of morals, but logistics: I share a flat and a lot of people, for goddamn discretion’s sake, don’t want to come over. I get it, but it’s not that big a deal. With the lights low and on all fours, there isn’t much to look at.

The guy told me he had his own place. We just had to wait for his wife to leave for work. Well, almost just that, because there was also his daughter, who would be asleep early. I confess that at first it put me off a bit. But what the hell, I thought. If the kid was asleep, she wouldn’t hear a thing, and given what was at stake for the man, silence was guaranteed. That, added to the fact that he was a married man, the June heat, and my week of abstinence, made my ass decide for me.

We exchanged numbers and agreed he’d let me know when he could. Hours passed. It took me forever not to wank myself off so I wouldn’t go soft, and just when I was starting to write it off, the phone rang.

Quarter to eleven. Seriously, man. You could’ve told me sooner. I’m on the other side of the city and haven’t eaten.

—Hello.

—Hi. So, horny?

—Very. My wife left me hard up and I need to let it out.

—Ass or mouth?

—Why choose when you can have both?

—That’s what I was hoping. I’ll suck your cock, balls, and hole, and then you’ll fuck me.

—Sounds perfect.

—Where do you finish?

—Inside. I’ll fill you up.

—You going to knock me up?

—That’s what you do with sluts, isn’t it?

He gave me the address. I grabbed an Uber and told him I’d be there in twenty minutes.

***

If I’m honest, on the way I started to get nervous as hell. It’s not common for people to arrange things so easily, and I’d already written it off as another sleepless night. But my ass wanted a fight, and on top of that, a married man’s cock. So I grabbed the first thing I found—jeans, T-shirt, and hoodie—and went downstairs to wait for the car. I lit a cigarette to stop myself imagining how loaded his cock would be, just as impatient as mine at that moment.

The Uber arrived quickly, but crossing the city took a while. By the time I found the building I was even more nervous, so I smoked another cigarette leaning against the entrance, telling myself it was going to be a championship-level fuck and then home. Normal.

I went upstairs. The first thing he said, in a low but firm tone, got my dick hard instantly:

—Shhh. Quietly, my daughter’s asleep. Take your clothes off and get on your knees.

I didn’t even take a second to obey. I stripped off almost everything and stayed in my boxers. And what he did next surprised me. He sat me on top of him on the couch to give me a deep kiss while groping me all over. He liked to touch, squeeze, rub his cock against mine through the fabric. He was waiting in boxers and socks, and as soon as I got close I knew the night was going to be amazing.

Jesus Christ, what a smell that man had. He wasn’t as fat as I’d pictured him in my head. He was solid. What arms, what back, what cock. And that vicious man smell calling to me from his armpit. As soon as he let go of me for a second, I took the chance to bury my face there and inhale that filthy, masculine scent. My ass was already starting to burn.

And he noticed, because he pulled me under his arm while stroking my hole with one finger and whispering in my ear.

—Well, well. I wasn’t expecting to find such a hot little slut. A real filthy one.

—There you go. Do me w—

He didn’t even let me finish. He slid in half a finger, pinched one of my nipples, and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. The guy knew exactly what he was doing.

—Shhh, remember. Quiet, slut. Keep it down.

I learn fast, so I just nodded. Still, he let me take the lead, because when I went down to suck his cock he didn’t complain in the slightest. At first he just luxuriated, hands behind his neck, moving only his hips to fuck my mouth however he wanted. That posture was pure masculine power.

Then he set the pace himself, just as I expected. He put both hands on my head and made me take him to the hilt, until his balls were smacking my chin. He fucked my throat for a good while and, once he was rock hard, he made me go down to his balls. If his cock smelled like a horny man, his balls—I can’t even tell you. And the best part is they didn’t smell bad or sweaty. They were pheromones in their purest form.

He spread his legs and I understood the message instantly. I went down savoring that taste until I reached his hole. I’m an expert at eating ass. I ran my tongue over it from top to bottom, slowly, then worked it hard, getting it deep inside, rubbing his hole all over my face. Eating the ass of a straight married man had me on the edge. My cock was about to explode.

—Come, follow me —he said.

—Where to?

—To the terrace. You’ll see you’ll love it.

***

No sooner said than done. I took his cock like a leash and he led me outside. He had one of those striped plastic tables, the cheap kind you put in a garden.

—Lie down.

—On the table?

—Of course.

I stretched out with my ass hanging over the edge. He grabbed my legs, brought my hole up to his cock, and got ready to enter.

—Wait, wait, champ.

—What? Don’t tell me you’re going to get tight like the girls.

Every comment that came out of this guy sounded more masculine to me. But no, not at all. I filled my hand with spit and, seeing me do it, he understood. I took it to my ass and he did the same with his cock. As soon as we repeated it a couple of times, he shoved it in. Jesus, what a feeling. And that’s exactly what I meant before: not a bit of hesitation on entry. He didn’t slam it in dry, but he wasn’t exactly slow either. He split me open.

—Fuck, what a tight little ass, bastard —he growled.

—You like it? Aaah, fuck, what a cock, man.

—I love how tight it is. Take more, take more.

—Give it to me, fuck me hard. Aaah, bastard, fuck me.

—It’s been so long since someone asked me for this. Take cock. That’s what you wanted, right?

The bastard knew how to fuck. He drove it in and pulled it all the way out. By then my ass was more than used to that thick cock. Bareback too, because there’s nothing hotter. Warm, from a married man, with nothing in between. I started losing control of my moans, so he backed off on the intensity. Going in and out slowly had its appeal, especially because he noticed I could take more and went back to giving it to me with everything he had. That’s when they were real thrusts. He liked it when I clenched down; every time I did, he groaned a little louder.

At that point I heard a shutter opening upstairs. I don’t believe it. Are they watching us? Seriously? Fucking neighbors. Maybe it was my imagination, I never confirmed it. But I’d swear I heard a couple of people lean out.

All of a sudden I felt a strange liquid filling me up inside.

—Bastard, did you cum?

—No. I’m pissing in you.

—You’re what?

The huge son of a bitch was pissing in my ass. Fuck, that made my cock jerk and leak a thread of pre-cum. Danger: the climax was getting close. And if I came, it would all be over, at least on my side. And you don’t leave a man like that half-finished.

—Wait, wait a second.

—What the h—?

I didn’t let him finish. I broke free, climbed down from the table, and put my mouth right on the tip of his cock. He filled my little mouth with piss. It’s not something I usually do, but that night I was too hot to refuse anything.

When he finished emptying himself, I told him:

—I want you to cum. I want you to fill my ass with cream.

—Get up on the table, I want to knock you up.

***

I lay back down on my back. He grabbed my legs, spread them wide, and gave me a thrust that made my cock jump. This time he didn’t pull it all the way out, just enough for me to feel how long and thick he was. I put my hands on his ass and urged him to give me more. And I got it.

—All the way in, man! Aaah, yes.

—That’s it. Take it, all the way in, fuck.

And then yes. I felt the hot, thick load filling my ass. I kept my hands on his cheeks until he emptied himself completely.

I went to get down from the table, but he stopped me halfway. I was already thinking about getting dressed and leaving, but he wouldn’t let me. Right there, on his married-dad terrace, he got down on his knees to eat me out. Jesus Christ, he was so good at it. It wasn’t the first cunt he’d eaten, that was for sure.

—Finger me with your cum in my ass.

He did. With his left hand he shoved in two fingers, working me hard, and with his right he jerked me off while sucking the tip of my cock. Fuck, what a sight. A man milking my dick with his fingers inside me and his own cum as lube. I didn’t need anything else.

—Aaah, yes, I’m cumming. Finger me like I’m a pussy. Aaah, yes, like I’m a pussy!

The next second I was filling his mouth with cum. I don’t know how many spurts I gave him, but several, and hard ones. He swallowed it all, pulled his fingers out of my ass, and kissed me with my own load in his mouth. Only then did he say to me:

—Now you can get dressed if you want.

—Has your daughter not woken up?

—Nah, that’s why we did it on the terrace.

—I think your neighbors saw us.

—Saw us? No. They heard us. You’ve got an awning right above you.

—Shit, smart move.

We took our time getting dressed on the couch. And then he asked me the question everyone asks sooner or later.

—Are you blind?

—Blind? Yeah, I guess so. Why?

—You could’ve told me.

—Yeah, but did I fuck you damn well or not?

—You sure did. We’ve got to do this again.

—Usually, if I say it, people get weird about it. So… there I am, in your house.

—Relax, for fucking there’s no need to see much anyway. Besides, I’ve got your number.

He walked me to the door, already dressed, and I caught the Uber back home with the married man’s cum threatening to seep out of my ass the entire way.