Andrew - Cum down your chimney (Patreon)

I opened Grindr just to see who was on while shivering on the rooftop of my parent's building in Queens, smoking a blunt. I returned to the city a few days ago, but my parents kept me too busy to think about myself, which…I guess is par for the holiday spirit.

I started scrolling through conversations with guys I’ve hooked up with. I only joined the apps this past summer after graduating high school. I haven’t come out yet and don’t really want to, so I was worried I’d get caught or, worse, outed by being on the app. I had told myself I would wait until I started college to even get on the apps just to be safe, but, let's face it, I was tired of being a virgin, and after a night of smoking weed and having some drinks with friends at a graduation party, I downloaded the app and lost my virginity that night.

It was a pretty terrible experience. I didn’t know what I was doing, and the guy I did it with didn’t seem to care that I was a virgin. He just fucked me hard and fast until he was done. Then I was sent home.

I didn’t even log on again until after the 4th of July, that’s when I met Omri. He took his time and showed me that getting fucked can feel really good. I’ve had a few hookups while in school, but it’s more complicated than I expected since they all are “on PrEP” and act like using condoms is some kind of sin. I’m not on PrEP, though. I’m still on my parent's insurance and will have to wait until I’m ready to have ‘the talk’ with them to get on PrEP, which is fine. Christmas break is not the time for that, though.

Omri: you're back

Me: yeah, Christmas with the family 🙄🎄🤮

Omri: Oh no, not having fun?

Me: freezing my balls off in the roof so I can smoke some weed and not listen to them argue about splitting time between my sister's apartment and my brother's apartment tomorrow when my dad just wants to stay home.

Omri: want to come smoke with me? It's warm in my apartment 🥵

Me: lol, I don't know if I can sneak out. My mom still waits for everyone to be asleep before putting gifts under the tree like she's Santa or something. She’ll be up for at least another hour even though I "went to bed" an hour ago.

Omri: But are you able to get on the roof?

Me: lol, the fire escape is attached to my bedroom window. Been sneaking up here since I was 14 to smoke 😆

Omri: isn't there a way to get into the building from the roof?

Me: If I jiggle the handle, I can get back in through the service door and take the stairs down to the ground floor. Unless the super fixed it while I was away 🤷‍♂️

Omri: do it!

Me: hmmm...I don't know; I'm kinda tired and jerked off already.

Omri: let me cum down your chimney, and then you can go to sleep 💦 🕳

Me: lol

Omri: I promise I'll be quick, just need to nut, or i can't sleep

Me: idk

Omri: [sends dick pic]

Damn, he's got 7.5" of thick uncut dark meat, and even though I jerked off about thirty minutes ago, I can feel the blood rushing to my own 6" of cut white meat.

Me: Maybe I can sneak over for a few minutes and blow you?

I looked at Omri’s profile again. He’s sexy, 26, 5’10”, 160lbs, lean, built chest, a little bit of hair on his pecs, and a disconnected happy trail that leads down to his trimmed pubes. It says “mixed race,” I think he said his dad is black and his mom is from India. Either way, he’s the hottest guy I’ve been with by a mile. I love how he can pick me up and toss me around in bed too. I’m only 5’6”, a skinny 130lbs white guy, and he seems to really like manhandling me which only made sex with him hotter.

Omri: I’ll take what I can get, but I’d rather see that look on your face when my dick slides into you again 😜

Me: Mmm…I would, too…but I don’t think I have time for that. It’s going to be an early and long day tomorrow.

Omri: Come thru. If I can’t drop a load in your ass, I’ll drop a load in your throat 💦

Me: Lol, well, you know I only play safe, so either way, you’re not dropping a load in my ass 🫣

Omri: Oh, that’s right, I forgot, your ass was so tight it felt like I was fucking you raw lol.

Omri: If I recall correctly, you don’t swallow either?

Me: Eh…I’ve learned to like it while in college 😊

Omri: Well damn, I have a big load ready for you. Been edging for about an hour.

Me: What’s that mean?

Omri: lol, I’ve been jerkin my big dick while hitting poppers, thinking about your tight ass, and bringing myself right up to the edge* of nutting but not letting myself nut. 🍆 ✊

Me: Oh damn, I don’t think I can hold off like that lol

Omri: I have really good control 😉

Me: lol

Omri: you on your way?

I finished smoking and looked at the door to the stairwell and then back to the fire escape. Fuck it.

Me: OMW

He sent his address again, and I walked the two blocks to his apartment building, where he lived with a roommate. His roommate is a straight guy that he went to college with, but now that they’ve graduated, they have a place together in Queens. I met him the second time I came over, right before I went away to college. He is hot as hell; too bad, what a waste.

He buzzed me in and opened the door wearing some athletic shorts, his bulge tenting like he said it was. He pulled me into the apartment and pinned me against the wall, kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he ground his hardening cock into me. He unzipped my jacket and pushed it off me, letting it fall onto the floor, then pulled me into his bedroom as I kicked my shoes off.

He hit his vape pen and passed it to me, “It’s good shit,” he grinned. I took a hit, he was right, it is good shit. We passed it back and forth a few times while he asked me about college.

After I felt like I couldn’t handle any more smoke, I pulled my hoodie off, my undershirt went with it, and my torso was exposed to the warm air of the apartment, my nipples instantly hard. He pushed me back onto his bed, and we kissed for a bit, him feeling up my body as my hands roamed his taught torso and under his shorts to grab his worked-out ass. He rolled onto his back, pulled me onto him, and slipped his hands into the waistband of my jeans and underwear to palm both my ass cheeks as he pulled my crotch into his and started sucking on my right nipple.

“Mmm, shit,” I hissed, enjoying the sensation. My dick was rock hard again, pressing against my jeans and boxer briefs, his more enormous cock just a few layers of fabric away but lined up directly with mine so they could sword fight through our clothes.

“Take off your pants,” he said, suddenly breaking our embrace as he lifted his ass and stripped off his shorts while shouting, “Alexa, dim lights to thirty percent,” and then flopped into the middle of the bed and started stroking his dick slowly as the lights dimmed. His sexy smile had my heart fluttering.

All of my hookups at college were quick, mostly with guys in the closet like myself, no repeats, and no one cared about my pleasure, just their orgasms. Omri was different. He enjoyed sex, and he seemed to really enjoy being naked with me.

I stripped off my jeans, underwear, and socks and chucked them off the edge of the bed. I took my place between his legs and started sucking him right away. I wanted to show him how much my skills have improved since the last time we hooked up, and I really wanted him to moan my name.

He told me the first time we hooked up that he knew he was doing a good job at pleasing his partner when they moaned his name and that he never wanted me to fake it. He sure had me moaning his name that night. Tonight, it’s my turn.

I was giving him my best effort, doing all the things I learned from him and the other guys I had been with, and I got a few subtle moans from him, but none of them even sounded like “Axel.”

He reached over to his nightstand, grabbed a little brown bottle, and inhaled the contents. I suddenly tasted more of his delicious precum, and he seemed to relax a little. After a few more minutes, he pulled me off his cock, pulling me up to kiss him and grind our cocks together. Spreading my ass cheeks, he broke our kiss to wet his finger, then slipped it into my ass as his tongue went back into my mouth. I let out a grunt and felt his cock grind harder into mine as he started to finger my hole and pull me tighter into him.

This isn’t what I came here for, but I couldn’t help but enjoy it. He fingered my hole, and I rubbed my dick into his as we kissed, and I felt that familiar feeling of him playing with my prostate, and we both could tell I was oozing precum because of it. I broke our kiss, “Fuck, that feels good.”

He grinds harder into me as he quickly slips in a second, large finger, “Yeah, I love how tight your ass is. Can I eat you out? I want to feel you let loose.”

I moaned, “Mmm…yeah, but just your tongue, right?”

He chuckled and licked my Adams Apple, “I’m going to jerk off on you, too.”

I was grinding on him and feeling myself getting loose from his fingers, “Ungh…yeah, that’s fine, but don’t cum on me; I can’t go home covered in cum, again,” I chuckled.

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and pulled me up so his precum-slicked cock ran across my pucker, the head trying to catch on my hole as he palmed my cheeks and spread them apart. I let my ass catch on the head of his cock for a brief second, clenching so it didn’t push into my hungry hole. “Mmm…I thought you only wanted a blow job?” I grinned at him with a raised eyebrow.

His cock bent from the lack of access and then slipped off my hole and up my crack to my lower back as he sighed. “Well, that’s all you wanted,” he chuckled. “I wanted to cum down your chimney like Old Saint Nick,” he flipped us over so I was on my back and between my legs; his cock slid up and down my exposed crack, and we both groaned.

He leaned down, scooping my head up with his left hand to kiss me while his right hand jerked himself off on my hole for a minute before he said, “I’m going to rim your.”

I nodded, feeling so turned on by him, the weed hitting my system and knocking down those walls of concern as he grabbed a thick pillow, tucking it under my hips to lift my ass off the mattress about five inches. He took his beefy dick and tapped it on my hole a few times, my hormones kicking into high gear from the touch of his tip to my needy hole. I reached down and started stroking my cock, enjoying the feeling of his helmet circling my hole, smearing precum like icing. “Mmmm,” I hummed as I stroked my cock furiously from the sensation and licked my lips.

“Wow, your ass is so beautiful,” he tapped the head on my hole again, this time it was coated in his man-lube, and the head took a little extra to pull away, like a magnet from the lube he made. “Doesn’t look like any of your college dicks did any damage,” he grinned, “I’m I still the biggest you’ve had?”

I nodded, brain a little too foggy to form words.

He grabbed his poppers and took a deep hit on one nostril, then the other; I watched him relax into what he called “the wave” as he capped the bottle and handed it to me. “You ever get rimmed while hitting poppers?” He smiled at me through half-lidded eyes.

I nodded again, taking the bottle from him and holding it in my hand as he dropped down and started working his tongue on my hole. I’ve never actually tried poppers before. He used them the last time we hooked up; that was the first time I had heard of them. My second college hookup was just a blowjob, and that guy offered me a try of his poppers, but I was too nervous to try them with a stranger. Having two different hookups offer them to me had my curiosity getting the better of me. “Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling his tongue pushing into my hole. I put the bottle on the bed and started stroking my dick with one hand and running my fingers through his short curly hair with my free hand.

I felt the muscles in his head shifting as he worked over my hole for a few minutes of bliss before he reached up for the bottle of poppers, took another hit on both nostrils, and went right back to work. The cold bottle rolled down the mattress to my side, and I grabbed it and put it to my nose; the pungent smell was like gasoline or cleaning supplies, but even the subtle fumes got me a little light-headed. I figured, what the hell, then closed off one nostril and inhaled as much of the fumes as possible, just as he did. The wave of euphoria hit me hard; I felt like I was going to black out, letting my head fall back down to the mattress. I could feel my blood pumping in my throat, my heart pounding, my head spinning, and the pleasure from his tongue inside my hole was suddenly cranked up to eleven. “MMMM, holy…fuck,” I groaned.

He moaned into my hole and drove his tongue deeper, deeper than I’d ever been eaten out, feeling him lick my inner walls like some kind of candy as I rode the wave of his poppers. I needed another, so I quickly pinched off the used nostril and inhaled through the other side. This time I knew what to expect, and again I damn near blacked out, but the pleasure coursing through my body kept me awake, and I felt my hips rocking on his tongue as I continued to slowly stroke my cock. Not wanting this amazing feeling to end, I put the bottle aside, spread my legs wider, and put my free hand back on his head to make sure he really got in my hole as I stroked myself closer to orgasm.

After a few minutes, I felt myself recentering but still enjoying the wave until he pulled his head out of my hole, scooting back up between my legs, and grabbed the bottle of poppers. He took a good hit and then passed them to me. I wasn’t about to decline this time and took my hit. We both grabbed our dicks and started jerking ourselves off. His dick sliding across my hole as he jerked himself was such a hot feeling, especially when he would leave the helmet in the cleft of my hole, just enough pressure to feel good and hold himself in place with no hands as he would take another hit. Then he would pass the bottle to me, and I’d take another hit.

We repeated this a few times before I realized he had penetrated my hole with the tip of his cock. It happened so slowly; if it hadn’t felt so good when he flexed his cock, I might not have noticed. “Mmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned as I jerked faster on my dick.

“Yeah, it does,” he added a little more pressure, still stroking his dick like a flesh vibrator teasing my hole open as his foreskin pulled back and the precum-soaked tip eased its way in and out. He took another hit and then leaned forward, putting the bottle under my nose while I was stroking my dick, I took in as much of the fumes as my lungs could hold, and he shifted his weight so his dick slid into my hole another inch.

“Ungh…mmmfff…” I moaned from the pleasure of his cock separating my anal walls and pushing gently on my prostate. He pushed my other nostril closed and held the bottle right under the open one; I took another deep breath and felt that distant feeling as my hormones took over, and my ass started to loosen up and let another inch of his thick cock into me. “Oh…jeez…” I groaned, my head spinning as I turned it from side to side and stroked my cock through the wave of pleasure rushing through my ass and my head at the same time, converging in my guts which I realized was where his cock now is. I took in a deep breath as he slowly pulled his cock out, but when he added spit and started pushing back in, I put a hand on his hip and mumbled, “Ungh…umm, you should put on a condom first.”

He continued pushing in until his hips rested on my ass and flexed his cock inside me as he said, “I want to feel your hole raw for a bit,” and ground his hips in a small circle before repeating the motion of pulling out and pushing back in painfully slow.

“Mmm, no, you need to put on a condom,” I told him, trying my best to push his hips with my left hand as my right hand continued to stroke myself instinctually, enjoying the feeling of a frictionless penetration and, “Ungh,” the raw dick sliding in and out of my hole was only pleasure.

“I don’t think I even have a condom,” He grunted as he pushed balls deep with a little more of a thrust, pulling out and adding some spit to his shaft and immediately pushing it all the way into me. He spread my legs wide like a turkey wishbone on the next stroke, adding more spit to his cock and guiding it into my guts with a healthy thrust that got a moan from both of us.

“We shouldn’t…” I started to say, but then he leaned in and kissed me as he rocked his hips into me with more urgency.

He held himself up on his elbows, holding my head tight in his hands, his thumbs wrapping around my throat a little as his tongue tried to get into my throat as he moaned and started really fucking me. I couldn’t help but moan with each of his thrusts. The lack of friction between his cock and my anal walls as he pounded my guts, my prostate swollen from the poppers, it was all so intense, I found myself rocking my hips with his as he picked up the pace.

Breaking the kiss but still holding my head, he put his forehead to mine, thrusting like a beast now; he huffed, “You feel so good, bare,” and then he kissed me some more.

I did my best to stroke my cock between us; the intensity of his fucking with no lube was starting to get to me, but not so much so that my orgasm wasn’t right there on the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I warned, feeling my ass clenching on his cock and my prostate pulsing with the pleasure of the ridges of his meat. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as my balls tightened and my ass spasmed around his cock; I shot a massive rope of cum up his chest, then another.

He kept pounding my hole, shoving his hips into me while holding my head so he could kiss me, “I’m close,” he huffed.

The last of my cum trickled out onto my hand and stomach as my orgasm started to relent, but his fucking didn’t. It quickly turned from intense pleasure to incredibly uncomfortable with every additional thrust, and I groaned. “Ah, shit, you gotta pull out,” I put my dry hand on his hip and struggled under him.

“I’m so close, Andrew,” He said, sitting up quickly and adding spit to his shaft before thrusting it back into me and holding my legs spread as he resumed his battering of my hole.

“Ungh…” I hissed, “You’re going to pull out, right?”

“If you want me to,” he was staring intently at his cock disappearing into my hole.

“Ungh, ahh, shit, yeah, pull out, man,” I groaned, clenching my teeth.

“I have really good control. Let me get right on the edge, and I’ll pull out,” he smiled up at me, slamming his hips into me.

The pain was too much; I groaned, then felt the bottle of poppers at my side, bouncing with every thrust of his hips. I quickly picked it up and huffed as much as I could on repeat until I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and the pounding into my hole returned to a pleasurable feeling.

“MMmm…Andrew, you feel so good; I’m so close,” he moaned, putting his fists at both sides of my waist on the bed and slamming his hips into my ass. His thrusting started including a rocking up, almost like he was somehow hooking his dick into me, and it felt fantastic! I let out a moan on the next stroke into me. I felt my cum dripping off my stomach onto his mattress and saw it streaking down his chest to his pubes as his V-lines flexed and slammed into me. “Oh god, Andrew,” he moaned my name, “I’m on the edge,” he grunted and pulled out to the ridge of his tip and slammed into me hard.

He pulled out and slammed into me a few more times and then mumbled, “I’m gonna cum, oh…fuck,” and slammed into me, and his head tilted back dramatically. He groaned, “Ungh,” as I felt his thighs tremble against my ass as the rest of his body stiffened, molten hot cum flooding my guts, warming my insides with every twitch of his meaty fuck stick. He moaned and grunted, and I knew for sure he was unloading inside me; it felt so good I moaned with him as I enjoyed his orgasm. I was instinctively flexing my ass muscles around his meat, which made his cock twitch inside me, and another rope of cum would wash over the fire in my ass, so I’d flex my cheeks to massage out another wad of his load. I couldn’t stop myself any more than I could stop him from cumming inside me, and then he collapsed on me as he struggled to take in air and compose himself.

My cum smeared again between us as we both caught our breath. I was so lost in the orgasmic bliss I couldn’t think, just enjoying every new feeling from this raw, animalistic experience as we huffed in some air and our bodies had post-orgasmic spasms, his inside me, mine reacting to his…I was in heaven.

After a few fantastic moments, reality started to settle in as his softening cum-slick cock was pushed out by my tight sphincter; he twitched. “Ahhh,” he hissed out a sound of pain from the overstimulated cock head being sucked by my ass lips. He groaned and sat up, giving me a glimpse of his shiny cock for the first time. Knowing the rest of his load was deep inside me was both hot and unsettling at the same time.

I looked up into his smiling face, his pretty eyes looking back at me, making me smile. “I can’t believe we did that,” I said, sitting up on my elbows, my legs still spread around his knees.

He huffed, “Yeah, best blow job ever,” he chuckled, getting to his feet and getting a hand towel to clean us both off.

We had mindless conversations about our plans after waking up and opening gifts. When he started dozing off, I realized it was now 2:00 am. “Fuck, I need to get back home; my family gets up so early on Christmas morning,” I groaned and started getting dressed quickly.

He put on his underwear and walked me to the door, “Well…thanks,” he kissed me. “And Merry Christmas,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah, Merry Christmas,” I chuckled and headed home.

I was so tired and sore when my family woke me up in the morning. “Santa came!” My mom shouted, opening my bedroom door as she did every Christmas morning. I couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking about the nut still deep in my guts, “he really did,” I smiled to myself as I went to open gifts.