Justin - Undetectable Omari

It was a typical Friday night, having drinks with my older coworkers at TGI Fridays, secretly swiping on the apps that you swipe, scrolling on the ones that you don’t. As a bisexual, my body count with guys is considerably higher than with women. Mostly because on a Friday night, after a long week of working at Best Buy, I just want to have a drink and get laid. I don’t want to talk about my feelings or put in the effort it takes to get a woman to go to bed with me. With men, I can just send my address and bam…sex is had.

Tonight, the apps are a little dry.

My coworkers are closing out their tabs and heading out, leaving me with the option to drink alone or head home. Being 22, I wanted to stay out and drink, but I did the responsible thing and closed out my tab. I said my goodbyes, then went to take a piss before getting an Uber home. While standing at the urinal, I opened my phone and took one last look. I had a message from a blank profile, which usually goes nowhere.

MC: You looking?

Me: Kinda, U?

MC: Yeah, fuckin horny.

Still trying to take a piss, but now my dick is getting hard at the idea I might get laid tonight.

Me: What are you into?

MC: Profile says it all, looking to fuck, hbu?

I quickly shake my dick and zip it back up. I looked at his profile; he’s white, 28, 5’10”, 210 lbs, “average body,” and on PrEP.

Me: You have pics? [I unlock my album for him]

MC double-taps the pic of my ass and sends a pic of his dick. It’s average size, which is good if he wants me to bottom.

MC: Where are you at?

I sent him my location.

Me: I’m at a bar, about to head home. Where are you?

He sent his location.

MC: You cool with everything?

I don’t know what “everything is,” so I just double-tapped his message.

Me: Yeah, don’t get into anything weird, though. I don’t like anything painful. It says you’re versatile, are you trying to top or bottom?

MC: Definitely prefer to top the first time with a new guy. Do you bottom?

Me: I’m down to bottom as long as you promise to be gentle and you have to wear a condom.

MC: You’re not down to BB?

Me: Nah, I don’t bottom raw. I’m not on PrEP.

He didn’t respond, so I figured that was a deal breaker and got myself an Uber home.

Halfway through my ride, he messaged back.

MC: I can do condoms, but I can’t promise I’ll stay hard.

Me: Well with an offer like that lol

MC: lol, just being honest.

Me: Well, you didn’t respond, so I’m in an Uber heading home.

MC: Oh, damn. Do you host?

I started thinking of my messy apartment, debating if I wanted to have him come over. I looked at his pics again, his dick was pretty big, and I am horny as hell. Plus, if he comes to my place, I’ll be able to clean out. Fuck it.

Me: Yeah, I can host. [sent address]

MC: I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

Me: I’ll be waiting.

When I got home, I did a Flight of the Bumblebee cleaning, getting my apartment presentable, but definitely not clean. Then I stripped down and went into the bathroom to clean out and shower.

By the time I was done, it had been 25 minutes since he last messaged me. The distance shows us farther away than ever.

Me: What’s your ETA?

Blocked.

This pissed me off, and with the alcohol already in my system, I felt my horny brain winning out. It was already midnight, and in my neighborhood, the clock is ticking after midnight if someone is going to be down to hook up. So I did what any reasonable guy would do, I started tapping any profile that wasn’t an absolute dog to try and get some. The scatter technique works half of the time, depending on the day of the week, but my odds increase substantially on Friday nights. I’m pretty good-looking, but I’m a bit of a twink, which isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Especially since I’m often looking to top, but since I cleaned out already, I’m hitting up guys that have hit me up in the past, looking to fuck me, and I told them “another night.” Tonight is that night if they respond quickly.

I got some hits pretty quickly, started some chats that didn’t go anywhere, and others that went a few messages back and forth but fizzled. One particular guy was sexy as hell. Looking at his profile, he’s black, 6’2”, a fit 180lbs, top. It doesn’t say much after his stats, but there is a laundry list of tags, some of which I recognize, and some I don’t.

Me: Horny?

Omari: Pics?

Me: [Unlocked album] U?

Omari: [Unlocked album] [Comments on my ass pic] You trying to get fucked?

I looked through his album; his body is perfect, like an Adonis. His dick looks big, bigger than I’m used to—probably 7” and above average thickness.

Me: If you want.

Omari: You host or travel?

Me: Host

Omari: Location?

My heart was thumping, but the horniness in my balls was overpowering, and I sent him my location.

Omari: Perfect, only a few blocks, OMW.

Me: I’m Justin

Omari: I’m Omari

I quickly put on a pair of Penguin brand trunks with a dark blue base and little penguins patterned all over. I pulled out the condoms, lube, and poppers from my nightstand drawer and set them out. Then I ran to the kitchen and did a quick shot of whiskey to calm my nerves as I waited for the excruciating five extra minutes it took before my buzzer went off.

When I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised. He was handsome. I realized I hadn’t seen a face pic in his album and was just sold on his body. He has a perfectly round head with a boyish smile, pouty lips, a diamond stud in his ear, and very short, trimmed hair that looks recently done. He looked me up and down, his smile growing, as he flashed me a set of perfectly white teeth.

I let him in, walking us straight back to my bedroom, where he immediately grabbed his t-shirt from the back of his collar and pulled it up over his head, his toned torso coming into view, igniting that fire in my balls and stamping out the voice of concern in my head.

I sat on the side of the bed, watching as he dropped his joggers to the floor and then the basketball shorts he had underneath to reveal a tight white pair of Champion boxer briefs. His bulge was growing quickly as he closed the gap between us. He put his right hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see that sexy smile again. His bulge was inches from my face, so I did what I was dying to do and reached for it.

I traced the outline at first, but then pulled the elastic waistband down, his boxer briefs peeling from him like a second skin as his dick came into view. It was chubbed up but not hard. His musk hit my nose; it was incredibly masculine, but not an unclean scent. I could smell the soap on his freshly washed body as I stroked his dick and he moved a couple of inches closer to my mouth. He put his other hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me closer. I licked my lips and then the tip of his hardening dick.

Feeling him grow in my hand, already bigger than my 5.5” hard dick, it was such a rush that helped me get into the mood to bottom. I licked his dick up and down, getting it wet enough to put in my mouth. The warmth coming off his soft skin was turning me on even more as I rubbed it against my face, then licked it some more.

Omari let out a small moan as I finally opened my mouth to suck the tip. Letting my tongue tease his glans and feel the blood pumping into that thick vein running along the shaft as a few more inches entered my mouth until they hit the resistance of my throat. I don’t have much of a gag reflex, and when I’ve been drinking, it becomes even less. Omri did something unexpected, though; he reached over to the nightstand and opened my poppers, taking a hit and then putting the bottle under my nose. I was saving those for when we got to the penetration portion, but with his dick in my mouth, I had to inhale through my nose, and the rush was instant.

I let out a soft moan on his dick, and he took that as a sign to put his hand on the back of my head and slowly pull my head down on his cock. His thick dick popped into my throat, then pushed deeper until his trimmed pubes were tickling my nose, and I couldn’t open my mouth any wider to fit the last of his root.

“Fuck yes, open that throat,” he mumbled as he backed off and let me take in some air before pushing right back into my throat. “That’s it, Justin, suck my dick,” he mumbled as he started getting into a rhythm of pushing into my throat. I took my chances to take small breaths where I could, but I was quickly getting lightheaded and had to pull off to stroke him a bit.

“Damn, that’s big,” I chuckled, stroking him for a second, then swallowed the saliva and precum mixture in my mouth before taking a deep breath and putting him right back in my throat.

“Fuck that feels good,” he thrust his hips. I slid my hands up to pull his boxer briefs off his hips, pushing them to the floor and sliding my hands up the backs of his legs to cup his muscular ass. The muscles in his cheeks flexed in my hands as his dick pushed and pulled from my throat. Both of us letting out soft moans and breathing heavily as we enjoyed the warmth and closeness of each other's masculine bodies.

He started really fucking my throat for a minute, and I was preparing to swallow his load, but he pulled out at the last second and let his cock bob in front of my face like a mine ready to explode, but the trigger wasn’t tripped. “Fuck, bro, you’ve got a good throat,” he huffed.

I leaned back on my hands on the bed, staring up at him—such a sexy sight. A tall, handsome man, naked, hard, looking at me like I’m the only glass of water in a desert.

He stepped out of his boxer briefs around his ankles, knelt between my spread legs, then reached out for the waistband of my trunks. He yanked them down so swiftly they came off without me needing to lift my ass. He took all of me into his mouth quickly, sucking on my cock like an expert. The pleasure rushed through my body, and I let my torso drop back, leaning onto my elbows so I could still watch my cock disappear into his sexy mouth. I reached out with my left hand to touch his head, feeling the coarse texture of his hair and the skin moving back and forth as he bobbed up and down. “Mmmm, that feels good,” I breathed out, spreading my legs wider.

He only sucked my dick for a minute or two before he let my cock fall from his mouth and concentrated his suction on my balls. A feeling I’m always torn between enjoying and hating. The delicate skin requires a certain level of suction to feel good; too little, and it’s wasted time; too much suction, and it will hurt. He managed to get it just right, and I spread my legs even wider for him. I let out a moan as he switched from one nut to the next, and he pushed my legs up from behind my knees, pushing them above his head so he could suck on my balls and then lick my taint down to my hole. “Mmm, oh fuck, yes,” I moaned, falling flat on the bed, running my fingers through my hair as his wide tongue lapped at my hole, teasing it to open up and let him in. 

He seemed to know the exact combination to that lock because his tongue managed to push into my hole easier than I could get my own finger in. I hooked my elbows under my legs to free up his hands to massage my ass cheeks as his tongue dug deeper into me. Licking my anal walls, squirming inside me, and lubing my hole with his saliva. Soon, he was sliding a finger in with his tongue, then rotating it out to be just the tongue, then two fingers with no tongue until they slid out, and his tongue came back in. I was moaning and panting, ignoring my cock and just taking in the pleasure from his incredible oral skills. If I touched my cock right now, I’d probably blow my load.

He gave me a few more minutes of mind-blowing ass eating before he stood up and pulled my legs to his shoulders, lifting my ass slightly off the bed. He quickly tossed a pillow under my back so my ass was perfectly aligned with his cock. He thumped the head of his meaty dick on my hole, adding some spit as he swirled the tip and saliva lubricant around my already wet and ready sphincter. I could feel my hole twitching like a rabbit's nose as it felt the tip of his cock kissing my anal lips.

I opened my eyes to see him focused on his tip, teasing my hole, restraining himself from pushing in. His chest was rising and falling with each breath. I needed this just as badly as he did. I pointed to the nightstand where the condoms and lube are. He grabbed the poppers and handed them to me, then he grabbed the lube and started lubing up my hole. I took a hit of the poppers as he worked two lubed-up fingers into me, slicking up my hole while also stretching me just a little more to receive his big dick.

I took another hit as he pumped more lube onto his cock and started stroking himself, the rush of the poppers washing over me just as I felt him rubbing his raw cock on my hole, and he pushed the tip into my tight ring. It felt so good, “Mmmm, wait, we need a condom.” I vaguely pointed towards the nightstand.

“It’s ok, I’m undetectable,” he said, nudging his dick a little deeper.

In my foggy haze, I couldn’t latch onto what that means and mumbled a breathy, “What?”

His dick sank deeper into my hole, “I’m on meds, so I’m U-U,” he said, leaning over me, my body allowing five of his inches into my hole without pain, but the discomfort was building now that he had me folded in half, and I could feel his breath on my face.

“Like, you’re on PrEP?” I asked.

He chuckled. “No, I’m poz, but I’m on meds,” he said, and I felt his dick twitch inside me.

“Wait, what?” My eyes shot open.

“It’s in my profile,” he said, then leaned in and kissed me.

I broke the kiss, “I…I didn’t see that, I’m not on PrEP,” I mumbled.

His hands flanked my shoulders, and he pushed himself up so he could see my face. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, man, you gotta pull out…right now,” I said, a little bit of panic settling in as I saw my ankles on his defined shoulders and felt his cock putting pressure on my prostate.

He huffed, shaking his head as he slowly backed his dick out. “Bruh, how are you gonna play me like this?”

“I’m sorry, man, I didn’t read it. I was horny, and you’re hot…” I stammered. “I guess…I just read what I wanted to read.”

He shook his head. I could tell he was pissed. “Well, what now?”

“I could suck you off,” I said.

His head shook again as he huffed, “Bruh, I came here to fuck.” He rocked his hips, his now semi-hard dick sliding between my cheeks over my horny hole.

“Fuck, I know, I have condoms,” I pointed at the nightstand.

“Those are too small, I need the magnums or they break,” he shook his head.

I’ve heard this before and felt like he was just trying to get me to fuck raw. “I’m not going to let you fuck me raw, it’s not safe.”

“Bruh, I’m undetectable, which means it’s not transmittable, even if I nut in you,” he said.

I didn’t know that. I never looked into it before. Still…even in my horny fog, I wasn’t trying to take the risk that this wasn’t true. I grabbed my dick and started stroking myself back to life. “Why don’t you just try it with the condom?”

He huffed, grabbing a condom, tearing the wrapper open, “It’s probably gonna break,” he said, struggling to get it on his semi-hard dick.

“I’ve never had a condom break,” I smiled at him.

He stroked his dick some more, teasing my hole with the head, “If I can even get it on,” he chuckled. “My cock goes soft just looking at a condom.”

This made me chuckle. Feeling his cock head on my hole now that I’m stroking myself was a different kind of pleasure. “Mmm, that feels good. I can get off like this.”

He kept teasing my hole, holding his cock in his right hand as his left arm was wrapped around my leg on his shoulder, holding the condom between two fingers. “Yeah, you like the tip of my raw cock on your hole?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned, rocking my hips as he adjusted his so his tip was right on my hole.

“Want me to push it in?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

I smiled back and slowly shook my head no.

“I’ve already had the tip in you, let me do it again so I can get hard enough to put the condom on,” he suggested, wiggling his cock some more, the tingling warmth radiating into my puckered and willing hole.

The horniness, the need to get fucked was clouding my judgment, and that sounded reasonable. “Just a little bit, then you gotta put the condom on, ok?”

“Of course,” he said, his face lighting up as he adjusted himself to push into my hole. He wasn’t quite hard enough, and my hole wasn’t quite there to let him in so easily. He handed me the bottle of poppers, and I took a hit. I felt that rush wash over me, and the head of his cock popped into my hole. We both moaned from the pleasure.

I felt him try to push his cock deeper and mumbled, “Just the tip.”

He chuckled, “I’m not fucking you, I’m just giving it a taste so it gets hard,” and he rocked his hips a little, letting his cock push another inch into me.

“Mmm…ok,” I breathed out. I started stroking my dick again as I felt that two inches pushing and pulling an inch back and forth inside my hole. It was just touching my prostate, and the feeling was incredible. I could feel my ring squeezing his dick, and my chute wanted to open up to let him in deeper. “You should put the condom on,” I mumbled. I continued stroking my dick, trying to focus my eyes on the rolled-up condom between his finger and thumb as I felt his cock getting thicker in my hole.

He rocked his hips again, “I will, I’m almost ready,” he said, then kissed my calf.

“Mmm, ok,” I stroked myself faster, feeling myself getting close. If he was going to fuck me, it needed to happen before I shoot my load. I pulled my hand off my cock, “fuck, that feels good,” I huffed.

“It always feels good like this,” he smiled at me, those same two inches rocking in and out of my hole nice and easy now. “I’m almost ready to put the condom on, can I go balls deep first? Just to feel it?”

My heart was racing, my dick throbbing, I nodded yes, and grabbed the poppers. I took a deep hit and let it wash over me as he slowly sank all 7” of his cock into me. We both groaned. He pulled half his dick out and then gently thrust balls deep, “Mmm, fuck that’s good,” he moaned, holding himself inside me.

“So good,” I huffed. “Can you put the condom on and fuck me?” I put my hand back on my dick, the poppers, the added pressure from his cock deep inside me had pushed my orgasm back enough that I could start stroking again.

“Mmm…yeah, can I get a few strokes bare first? I promise it’s safe,” he said, leaning over me and kissing me between my legs. His plump lips were soft on mine; he tasted so good I felt my hole twitch around the full girth of his cock. “Mmm,” I broke our kiss, “Like…five strokes, then put the condom on,” I whispered.

His lips were back on mine, he slowly pulled his cock out until my outer ring was barely holding onto his tip, then he slowly pushed all the way in until that tip was buried in my guts. “Mmmm, fuck,” I groaned.

“That’s one,” he said, then his tongue sank into my open mouth, and our lips closed around each other. He pulled his hips back and thrust deep into me again, this time hunching his hips into me, and his head punched deeper into me. “That’s two,” he mumbled, his breath warm on my lips. “Mmmm… three,” he moaned on the next stroke.

I felt my body trembling with pleasure as my hips seemed to separate to allow his cock even deeper into my ass. I wasn’t even stroking my cock, but it felt like his cock was stroking me from the inside, and each time he bottomed out, it cranked up the pleasure inside me another notch. “Mmm, fuck,” I groaned, clenching my hole.

“Four,” he breathed out as he held himself deep inside and kissed me before pulling out and pushing deep into me again. My big toes crossed over my little toes as I felt my prostate being massaged by every ridge of his cock. “Mmmm, five,” he groaned. “Shit,” he slowly pulled out. “I was hoping to nut in those five strokes,” he chuckled as his cock popped out of my hole and he let my legs fall off his shoulders to his sides. He grabbed the lube and added a bit to his cock before he stretched the condom over his cock and lubed it up too.

I grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit, trying to push my orgasm back so I could enjoy him fucking me for a few minutes, but also hoping to ease the transition back in with the condom. He pushed me up on the bed, pushing one leg up as he lined up with my hole, and just as the rush washed over me, he pushed into my ring. This time was a little different, the latex adding a layer of friction and taking away a bit of the warmth that his cock oozed into me, but fuck as all of his cock made it’s way into me that texture difference fell to the back of my mind as the feeling of being full and stretched was moved to the front. We both moaned. He wasted no time in swinging his hips to get into a rhythm. Fucking me a little harder now, making sure to pull only half his dick out and pound it into me.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned, grabbing my dick and stroking myself quickly back to the edge. The feeling of his thick cock going in and out, in and out, his pelvis smacking into my ass with each thrust, my prostate being pressed as his cock started to swell inside me, all made me clamp down on his cock. I flexed my leg muscles, flexing my ass around his cock, bringing me closer and closer to the orgasm I’ve been needing all day…even longer since I’ve had an orgasm from getting fucked. I could feel it building, I was so close, on the next down stroke we both felt it and moaned as the condom popped inside me and his raw cock was suddenly buried balls deep inside me. We both groaned, and he held it there.

“Ungh,” he shook his head. “I knew it wouldn’t last,” he chuckled.

I continued stroking myself. I was so close, “Don’t stop,” I breathed out.

“You want me to fuck you raw?” He asked.

I nodded, grabbed the poppers, and took a final hit, knowing I was going to cum soon. “I’m so close,” I breathed out as I started furiously stroking my dick.

He put my other leg on his shoulder and started pumping into me. It felt so good. Each stroke, his dick got harder inside me, his flared head tickling my prostate with each pump. “Fuck that feels good,” he mumbled.

I could feel my orgasm boiling over inside me, “Oh fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop,” I told him, rocking my hips with his thrusts.

“I’m about to bust,” he warned, not stopping his thrusting.

“Fuck,” I groaned, still pumping my fist on my cock, his swelling cock adding more pressure inside me.

“Can I nut in you?” He whispered.

I opened my eyes to meet his. His muscles were all straining as he continued thrusting into me. I’m on the edge of what will surely be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and he thrusts into me a few more times.

“Fuck, I’m gonna nut in you,” he said, picking up the pace of his thrusting and leaning harder against my legs.

“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling the swelling of his cock push me over the edge. A few more pumps of his dick and my balls tightened, the first shot of cum blasted over my shoulder, the second and third quickly landing on my chest, and as he kept pumping into me, I felt his cock throb inside me, followed by a moan.

“I’m cumming,” he groaned and slammed his hips into me. I felt his dick twitching inside me, the feeling of his load coating my guts wasn’t unfamiliar, but it had been years since I last let a guy blow his load in me. It only turned me on even more, and my balls continued to pump cum out of my dick, my hot jizz running down my fist onto my pubes as his kept gushing inside me until he finally unclenched and groaned. I felt the last twitch of his dick as he relaxed.

“Fuck man,” he huffed.

I felt another aftershock of my orgasm ripple through me, and it forced his softening cock out of my hole. “Mmm…that was so good,” I mumbled out of breath.

He let my legs drop to his sides, and I saw the broken condom bunched up around the base of his cum coated cock for the first time. The reality of what had just happened sank in lightning fast. “Shit, fuck, we shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have…” I started to spiral.

“It’s ok, man, I promise you I’m undetectable and on my meds. I wouldn’t have nut in you if I weren’t,” he reassured me.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. He just kept rubbing my thighs, catching his breath for a couple of minutes.

“I’ve got to go clean up,” I said, suggesting he should get dressed.

“Yeah, I gotta head back anyway,” he said, then leaned over me and gave me one last kiss with those sexy lips.

He dressed pretty quickly and was out the door before he even called his Uber. I took care of business in the bathroom, showering, and whatnot. When I got back into bed, the sheets were damp from sweat, and I saw I had a new message on my phone. It was from Omari.

Omari: Tonight was hot, don’t stress about it, just enjoy the orgasm.

He attached a photo of paperwork that I didn’t really understand, and struggled to read along with his phone number in case I “want to do it again.” That put me at ease, and I drifted off to sleep shortly after.