Young One on Fire - A Naughty Encounter with a Fireman

Those of you who have been reading Prowling with Kat for a while know that I'm typically not into the young guys. It's not that they are not adorable, but I just can't fuck anyone who looks about the same age as my son or one of his friends. That said, you also are aware that I have broken that rule a few times (read Teaching a Young One for one of those young guy stories). I was chatting with someone recently about killer blow jobs and it reminded me about one of my favorite young ones. When I couldn't stop thinking of the story until I had to..uh...you know...I decided I should share it with you, too.

When I met L, I was in my mid-40s and he was 33, much younger than my typical preference for men between 40 and 60.  By the way, that has been my preference since I was 20. Go figure. I like a man who knows what he's doing, what he wants, and who knows his way around a woman's body.  Can you blame me? Anyway.....

L was a fire fighter. Yes, even his youth could not get me beyond my fantasies of fucking a hot fireman. Doesn't every woman have that fantasy at some point in her life?

When L and I started chatting (yes, on Ashley Madison), I didn't think it would go anywhere.  He was very cute, but the age thing was a little strange for me.  Still, we continued to chat anyway.  Over a couple of months, we'd chat or text occasionally - always talking about getting together, but never quite making it happen. Frankly, it was hard for me to tell if he was nervous, if he didn't really want to cheat on his wife, or if he just didn't know how to "close the deal," so to speak, so one afternoon I decided to take the bull by the horns and either make it happen or let it go.

(You should know that I'm really trying to resist all the hokey fire and fireman metaphors. I could have said, "...I decided to grab the fireman by the hose," but I didn't. I'll leave all of that for you to have fun with in the comments.)

I got a text from him that simply said, "Hi." I replied asking him where he was and what he was doing. Then I wrote that I had about 3 hours free and I was in front of a hotel about 30 minutes away from him. If he wanted to play, I'd go in right then and get a room and text him the room number. His reply was, "I'll be there in 20!"  Well, well, well....it really was just about not knowing how to close the deal. I should have known.

I got the room, texted him the room number, and waited. He didn't take long to get there, which was a relief.  I hate waiting alone in a hotel room.  It just gives me more time to get nervous and reconsider the wisdom of what I'm doing. I offer my apologies right now to all of those who have had to wait for me because I couldn't get away from the office right away. Waiting sucks.

He knocked on the door firmly, not tentatively. That could be a good sign, I thought. When I opened the door I was very, very pleasantly surprised by what I saw. He was tall (about 6'0") and, yes, gorgeous. Close your eyes and picture a hot fireman.  That is exactly who was standing at my door. The fact that he was clearly young was immediately pushed aside by the hot fireman fantasy I'd had for the last 20 years. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap, and he had a backpack thrown over one shoulder. And he had a big smile on his face.

I stepped back and invited him in. He walked by me into the room and put his backpack down. I closed the door and we exchanged a polite greeting.  Then we just stood there looking at each other for a moment, and I remember wondering if I was going to have to make the first move.  Normally, I'll wait (and I rarely have to wait very long), but it can be different with the young ones.  Sometimes they need a little help, but L wasn't that young. So I took a step toward him to see what that would do.

That was the only clue he needed.  He reached out with both arms, grabbed me, pulled me to him, and started kissing and undressing me at the same time. I responded by flipping off his hat, tugging his shirt off, and unfastening those jeans he was filling out so nicely. I knelt to help him step out of his pants and I took his already hard cock into my mouth as soon as I was on my knees. The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and a groan, but there was no doubt in my mind that I had made the right move.  I sucked him only until he was out of his pants, then I stopped and stood up. He made a little disappointed whimpering sound as I pulled my mouth off of him.  I took his hand and walked him over to the bed.  I couldn't take my eyes off him. This was an opportunity I might not get again, so I wanted to enjoy as much of that hot fireman body as I could.

Once we got on the bed, he took charge (another very pleasant surprise) and slid his hand between my legs which I immediately opened wide for him. He found my clit easily and kissed me deeply while he rubbed it slowly and very gently. Soon, I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and moaning softly into his kiss. I was so focused on his lips and his hand on me that I really didn't notice when he climbed on top of me, that is, until I felt his cock enter me, sliding in all the way in one deep, smooth stroke. I pulled my knees up to feel him deeper, amazed at how easily we moved together. I made a mental note to myself to re-think this bias I had against young ones. This young one knew exactly what he was doing.

In a few minutes, he stopped, rolled me over and entered me from behind. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard.  By then I was ready to come and he was hitting just the right spot. I started shaking and felt that release come easily as I bucked back against him, squealing and moaning. He pumped harder and faster as I was coming, which just made it last longer and feel more intense for me.

He played around with several positions after that - standing by the side of the bed with me on my back and my legs up over his shoulders, me standing by the side of the bed and bending over while he took me from behind again, and back to how we started again with me on my back and him on top of me. I managed two more orgasms before he moved to the thing I knew he really wanted. 

Because we had chatted so long before we actually got together, I knew some of his fantasies and things he really wanted to do, and he really, really wanted to try anal sex (doesn't every man want anal?). He got me back on my hands and knees and he moved behind me. I gave him a little bit of direction just to help him out, and soon he was fucking me in the ass deep and hard...very hard....so hard that I was holding onto the edge of the bed so he didn't push me off. With each thrust, he was pushing my knees up off the bed and forward an inch or two, then he'd pull me back by my hips. His strength was impressive; I'm not a little woman, but he had no trouble at all doing whatever he wanted and throwing me around like a doll. He grunted and screamed as he came in my ass, pulling me onto him hard and forcefully, and holding me there while he finished.

He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me. I looked over at him and there was that smile again. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't (men can easily mis-interpret a woman's laughter right after sex, so I try to avoid it and give it a few minutes before I get silly). We took a few minutes for each of us to clean up a bit, then we lounged in bed chatting for a while. Yeah, he was young, but he would still need a little bit of recovery time before he could come again, and I knew he would definitely come again.  Chatting with him was fun and comfortable. He was bright (I only do smart men, remember?) and articulate and I thoroughly enjoyed just letting him talk about his family and his life while I stared at his body.

Soon, I couldn't stand it anymore and I just had to start touching and kissing him again. He laid back while I explored his body with my mouth and hands. When Igot down to his cock, I decided I was going to take my time and really enjoy myself. I started by kissing and licking around his cock, but not touching it with my mouth. It jumped when my cheek lightly brushed against it, and again when my hair trailed across it as I started licking his balls. He had his eyes closed and he was moaning quietly, but almost constantly now. I sucked on his balls for a minute or two before licking his shaft several times from the base all the way to the tip - very slowly. I moved back to the base and started rubbing my cheek against him, licking and sucking as I did....soon I was rubbing my entire face up and down on his cock and balls, spreading his precum all over his shaft with my face and he was pressing against me, rocking his hips, asking for more. I was using the opportunity to memorize every single bump and ridge and every sensitive spot. I took note of exactly which spots made him shudder and which ones made him thrust before taking him into my mouth.

I took his cock into my mouth slowly, but deeply, all the way in on the first stroke until I felt the head on the back of my throat.  Then I pushed down until I felt it pop into my throat. He cried out and sat up about half way before falling back again and grabbing my hair. I held it there for as long as I could, then I pulled back and started sucking him slowly - the whole shaft from base to tip, swallowing the head on each and every stroke. When I felt him start to harden that little extra bit, knowing he was about to come, I changed it up a bit, massaging his balls, suckling only the head, until he wasn't on the edge anymore, and then I'd continue. I repeated that pattern about 5 times as he laid there moaning and begging loudly.

After about 30 minutes, I knew it was time to let him come, so when I felt him getting close that time, instead of pulling back or changing the pace, I pressed down and swallowed repeatedly, letting my throat and soft palate do the work. He screamed when he came, grabbing my hair and holding my head down on him. I continued to suck and swallow as he came,which was no small feat because I couldn't breathe and he was still emptying into my throat almost a full minute later.

I rolled over and attempted to catch my breath, smiling as he let out a string of expletives about how amazing it felt. That reminded me about something else I liked about the young ones - their gratitude.  Less experienced than the older guys, it didn't take too much to make them happy or impress them, but I was still very pleased that L understood that this was pretty special and unusual by any standard.

We lounged together talking for a little while longer. L pulled out a picture of his son (I can't resist cute kid pictures) so I shared some photos of my kids, too. Then we cleaned up and got dressed, and I still couldn't take my eyes off of him as he pulled his clothes back on. We kissed each other goodbye (a very sweet, tender kiss), agreeing that we would definitely meet again.

Teaching a Young One

I met B in a chat room while I was traveling for work.  I was in a hotel in southern CA and I was online one evening just playing around, flirting, and seeing what kind of mischief I would find in general. He sent me a private message and threw out a very clever pick up line (sorry, you’ll have to wait for the Best Online Pickup Lines post to learn what it was) so I struck up a conversation with him.

He waited a polite amount of time before asking the a/s/l question, and that’s when we learned that he lived around the corner from my hotel. Suddenly, the conversation got much more interesting.

That’s also when I learned that he was almost 25 years old. I groaned.  I was 40 at the time, and I was pretty strict about staying away from the younger guys (I defined younger as under 40). It’s not that the young ones aren’t cute, but when you’re cheating on the road you have some things to consider that might not be obvious to other folks.  For example, I knew that this was likely going to be a one-time shot.  Did I really want to waste a few hours on a guy that might not have enough experience to even find my clit? The truth is that, generally speaking, men with a little more experience know their way around a woman’s body, and that’s a plus to be sure. Sweet little B was living with his very first girlfriend ever.

On the other had, there was something kind of intriguing about teaching a young guy a few things.  He had never experienced either anal or oral sex (I know, amazing, huh?) and he really wanted to try it. Just like you never forget your first sexual experience, I knew that if I did this, Baby B would never forget me. So, I agreed.  I gave him my phone number so he could call and we could talk it over a bit.

I asked him how he wanted it to go, and I listened carefully. He suggested something that I had never considered before. Yes, I actually learned something really good from this young one. He wanted to come into the room and get down to business with no conversation first. His explanation was that he’d be too nervous and talking for a bit would make it worse for him, so he just wanted to get right to it. Believe it or not, I loved that! It was seriously hot…and it became my favorite way to meet someone new. There’s plenty of time to talk later, right?

So, by the time I opened the hotel room door when he arrived, his shirt was already almost off and his pants were unbuckled.  Eager boy! He stepped right in and kissed me deeply and slipped my robe off my shoulders as he wiggled out of his pants.  “This is what nervousness looks like?,” I thought.

His hands were all over the place – fumbling here and there, indecisive, excited, like he was trying to touch everything all at once and feeling a bit frustrated because he only had two hands. I guided his right hand down to my pussy and slid a finger right where I wanted it to be and I put his other hand on one of my breasts.  He moaned and sighed heavily, as if he were relieved for the guidance. Within about 30 seconds I learned that while he needed a little help finding my clit, he knew what to do with it once he was there. I leaned back against the wall behind me and relaxed into the sensations.

Soon, he took his hand from my breast, lifted my left leg and started pushing himself inside me. “Very nice,” I thought. “A little initiative…good boy….” But then he suddenly stopped everything and said, very firmly, “No! That’s not what I want to do.” I was shocked.  How do you respond to that?  So I just said, “Ok. What do you want?” “I want to do the things I can’t do with my girlfriend.” He replied.  I answered, “Ok, B.  You’re in charge here.  Whatever you want.” Then he looked at me like a little boy who had just received the Christmas gift he really, really wanted, and he said, “Really?  I mean, really?  Whatever I want?”

I started to wonder if he had been involved in the chat and phone conversations we had just had about an hour earlier or if that had been his evil twin. Then I realized that he was undoubtedly so nervous on the phone that he probably wasn’t listening well, so I explained it again.  Yes, we can do whatever you want.  Anal?  Sure.  Oral?  How ‘bout right now?

I walked him over to the sofa and sat him down, and I knelt in front of him and took his stiff swollen cock into my mouth. I had been planning to do this nice and slow, gentle and sweet, but my now I was thinking this boy needed an experience to really remember, so I dove right in, taking him into my throat on the very first stroke, sucking him very hard and very deep, swallowing the head on every stroke. He didn’t moan; he screamed.  I worked him even harder. It didn’t take him long to cum, as I swallowed it, he was just moaning, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god….” Ok, I’ll admit it.  That made me smile.

I sat on the floor next to him and looked up at him. The expression on his face was a completely new one for me – something between amazement, happiness, fear, confusion.  I let him catch his breath for a few minutes and then I started some small talk.  He had told me he was going to college and that he was an English major.  I was in the process of editing a friend’s novel.  I had the pages all spread out over the second bed in the room. I started talking to him about it.  He was genuinely interested, as I don’t think he had ever seen an unpublished novel in process, so we talked about that for a bit.

Within 5 minutes (yes, only 5 minutes) he was ready to go again. I started stroking him gently while he was still talking about the book.  I grabbed some KY from the night table (in those days I traveled prepared) and started applying some to his already very hard dick.  He looked confused, but I knew he’d figure it out in a moment. I stood up, took his hand, and led him over to the bed.  I climbed on the bed, got on my hands and knees in front of him, and looked back at him.  He smiled. “Really?,” he said.  Oh my gosh. This young one really needs mommy’s approval, doesn’t he?  Then he said, “What do I do?” My annoyance instantly turned to compassion.  What a sweet kid. So I told him just to put the tip in and then hold onto my hips – I’d do the rest.

He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my ass.  I don’t even think he got the whole head in, and then he grabbed my hips.  As soon as I felt that he had a good grip I started pressing back against him. His 8” cock felt amazingly good sliding inside me, and I remember thinking what a great lover this boy is going to be once he learns how to use that thing. I moved forward and back slowly a few times, making sure his whole shaft benefited from each stroke, but within a few strokes he had taken over and he was pulling me back onto him and thrusting inside me hard and fast with surprising force. Then he slowed down and was pounding me with long slow strokes, each one lifting my knees off the bed and making me squeal. He came hard; his fingers dug into my hips and his hands held my backside a few inches up off my knees as he had me in just the position he wanted while he came.

He pulled out slowly and slid onto the bed next to me. There was no talking this time. In a few minutes, I felt him nudge me to roll over, and he moved between my legs and started to lick that clit I had helped him find earlier. By this time, I had had enough foreplay, I came very quickly. Afterwards, he lifted up to where I could see him.  He had a huge smile on his face which was covered with my wetness.  I smiled back.

The next hour was filled with more play. It was fun. Before he left, he wanted to exchange phone numbers, I said no. There was no way this could be repeated again, and I wanted him to remember it exactly this way.

Maybe the young ones aren’t so bad after all.