San Diego Singer's Initial Encounter
I started following a rising singer a few years back. They'd made a decent track and were making their way up, but then they suddenly vanished - I never unfollowed them, though. They only recently resurfaced. It turns out they're following me back now.
Their appearance is striking: They're around 5'10", with a solid build, have a dark black beard with subtle grey streaks, and mesmerizing blue eyes. They've released a new single, so I complimented them on their new work. We kept up the conversation through messages, and they sent me a copy of their latest single. It's a nice blend of country music, not exactly popular but not too far out of the mainstream either.
With all the touring stopped due to the pandemic, I told them I'd love to see their show if they're ever back in town. I initially thought they were still living in Nashville, where they'd made a name for themselves before. But they told me they'd moved, and now they reside in the same city as me. I was taken aback that they'd relocated to Toronto, as it's renowned for its music scene, but they claim Canadians appreciate their style more than Americans, a claim that doesn't entirely make sense to me.
We exchanged messages and they worked as a delivery driver across the city, moving from the west side mostly. They're passionate about their music and write and record frequently. I work from home, always idle at my desk.
We talked about their recent route when he mentioned he was delivering to a plaza near my condo. I said that was super close, and we could meet for a safe coffee.
He agreed, so I planned a time and prepared myself, cleaning up a bit before heading down.
As we met, we hit it off immediately, and I felt myself wanting to rip his clothes off while talking. He was clad in super tight jeans, a loose plaid shirt, a hoodie opened at the neck, and a ball cap turned backwards. My mind flashed to a friend's comment about guys with backward caps: They apparently advertise their readiness to perform oral sex. But whether it's true or not, it couldn't keep me from noticing how stretched his pants looked at the crotch as he spoke. I questioned myself if I was imagining it, and I was indeed conjuring up images of them getting hard.
We wrapped up the conversation and he had to finish his delivery. A couple of hours later, he messaged me. He'd completed his delivery and was done for the day. He requested if we could have coffee again.
"Sure," I texted, "where?"
"Your place," he answers. I was shocked, but quickly confirmed the address and looked forward to his arrival. It didn't take long for him to pull up in the guest parking spot.
Later, we found ourselves on a sofa, a safe distance between us, well-acquainted with a mug of coffee each. He removed his boots as soon as he entered and lounged with one leg under him, leaning towards me. I soon adopted a similar posture. As he reached to place his coffee on the table, he leaned a bit too far, so he lunged forward. In placing himself back in position, he remained close, keeping his hand on my thigh for support.
We've kept talking ever since, our conversation steering more towards personal matters. However, my phone has been suspiciously quiet since that day. It's well overdue for another coffee date.
He takes my coffee and sets it aside, then leans toward me and kisses me. His beard feels slightly rough on my skin, and his mustache tickles my lips. Normally, I sport a full beard, but I'd just trimmed it down to scruff. So my stubble pokes into his skin as we kiss.
His hand glides across my thigh and onto my bulge. Instantly, my cock is hard when our lips meet, and he can feel it inside my pants.
He begins to loosen my pants, unzip my fly, and free my hard cock. Leaving my lips, he takes me into his mouth - still wearing his ball cap backward. Maybe my friend is right? The strange thoughts that cross your mind. Then I'm not thinking and his mouth does its own thing, one it created by playing my cock expertly. A combination of hands, mouth, and tongue, he blends and merges the music that causes my cock to sing. And soon, I stop him before I cum. I want to taste him too.
Pushing him back, I stand him up and remove his clothes. His body is lean, gym-toned, with a shaved chest, but only trimmed pubes. He has a full chest that is well-defined and his abs are flat and firm. His cock is around 6 inches, cut, and slightly bounces as his body quivers with excitement. His balls are full and covered in dark fur.
I kiss him and our tongues dance. Then, I start moving down his body, licking and biting each nipple, and following his stomach's groove down to the prize that waits.
Now, I'm in charge and play an instrument; I perform well. His body arches as my mouth surrounds him, and he thrusts forward, burying himself in my throat. I pull back and control the performance, just as he did. We're both masters of this instrument.
Then, as his knees buckle, I help him lie down and flip around. Next, we're positioned for 69, and I remove the rest of my clothes. We're soon sucking each other's cocks. He's the first to cum, and his cock spews into my mouth. I pull him out and let him finish on my face and chin, so I can see him cumming. Watching the way cum spits from his cock head. As he came, his mouth releases my cock, but his hand grips it, as if he needs something to hold onto during his orgasm. But this tight grip leads me to cum as well and I'm spraying shot after shot onto that dark beard, hitting his nose, eyebrows, and the back of his ball cap.
When we've both caught our breath, we sit up and use our hands and tongues to clean the loads off each other's faces, ending with a deep kiss. I pick up his ball cap and place it back on his head, backward.
We sit naked, finishing our coffee (our session so intense and so quick that they haven't even gotten cold yet), our cocks softening, still leaking a drop or two, which we both enjoy tasting, feeding ourselves and each other our post-cum dew.
"Shit Doug," he says, "I needed that."
"Me too," I tell him. And I lean in to kiss him. I put his ball cap back on his head, still backward, and say "Boy, you might need this again."
He left soon after, but the next day, I received another text from him...
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