Last week at this time I was at a bbq where my hostess had kindly thought of me and invited her friend Ben, the cutest little twink I’ve seen in quite a bit. Anyway, we had chemistry from the start and all afternoon we flirted like teens. Bumping and rubbing casually in passing. The day wore on and the alcohol flowed and in a not so casual moment I caught him coming out of the bathroom and pushed him back in locking the door behind me. After one fast probing kiss I pulled his shorts down and sucked his hardening cock into my mouth. The most brazen thing I’ve done in years! The vodka did help lol. Lucid enough to know I didn’t want to be caught I made no pretense of this blow job. I wanted cum and I wanted it fast. Ben obliged handsomely. I swallowed the first cum that wasn’t my own in three and a half months and it was fantastic! I stood, pulling his shorts up and got my own surprise kiss in return. We scooted out of the bathroom without being caught and rejoined the party with nobody the wiser. I knew right then we weren’t done.
Ensconced in the darkest corner of the yard watching fireworks with his hands rubbing my inner thighs sending goosebumps throughout my body he agreed to come home with me. I wish I could tell you that it was romantic but it wasn’t. It was urgent needful primal sex. Which looking back might have been romantic in its own right. We gave and took from each other what we needed in the moment and fell asleep sated. The morning brought if not tenderness, a more luxurious languid love making. I saw him to the door and with his cum leaking out of me kissed him and invited him to the party I was hosting that day.
