Once I’d had the courage of a drink inside me, I managed to regain some of my normal composure to work my magic on Max. But while normally I’d make brief small talk over a drink or two and then go back to their place or mine for a night of fun, with Max it was different. We chatted for hours, it felt so easy to talk to him and I enjoyed just getting to know him. It was only when the harsh house lights in the club came up and the music stopped that I realised we had been talking for hours. I’d never been at the club this late before, normally long since having left to fuck a guy or two. But with Max, there was no rush, just being in his presence felt amazing.

I was so glad when Max asked if I wanted to go back to his place, I wasn’t ready for this night to end, and neither was he. Max called a cab and while we waited leaned in to kiss me. It was electric, I’d kissed so many men before but something about kissing Max just felt so right. When the cab arrived, we jumped in and spent the short trip to his place kissing passionately, both desperate to take things further.

As soon as we were inside his apartment, our hands and mouths were all over each other. Clothes almost torn from each other’s bodies as he guided us towards his bedroom. We made it to the bed, our clothes scattered between here and the front door, and Max was on top of me kissing my neck and making me moan. I dug my fingers into his ass to ground myself, earning a moan from him in return that sounded almost like a growl with him so close to my ear. When he gasped, “I want to feel you inside me”, I didn’t need telling twice. He passed me the lube and I made quick work of preparing him, a skilled I’d perfected over years of quick one-night stands. Before long he was panting that he was ready for me, and I was gently easing myself inside him.

Once I was fully inside his tight hole, I waited until I could feel him relax before I started to ease almost all the way back out and then back in. I started slow, before building up, Max moaning at the pleasant intrusion. Hearing him moan my name compelled me to do something I’d never done with a hookup before. I leaned down and started kissing him as I was fucking him. For me kissing was usually something I did before sex but once I’d started, I would be focussed on chasing my own release. But with Max I longed to be as close to him as I could. We were both so horny that it wasn’t long before I was shooting my load inside him, triggering his own orgasm to release from his untouched cock between us.

Once we both came down from the amazing high of our releases, I collapsed on top of him, my cock still inside him as we both panted trying to get our breathe back. That was the most amazing sex I’d ever had. When I felt my cock start to soften and slip free from Max’s warmth, I rolled off the top of him and laid by his side. Normally this is when I’d be ready to get dressed and head home, or back out to find someone new, but when Max wrapped his arms round me to hug me to him, I just went with his arms on instinct. Loving the way his biceps made me feel safe and secure. We drifted off to sleep just like that, it was the deepest and most relaxing night’s sleep I’d had in a long time.

When we woke in the morning, Max and I had sex again before showering together, spending far longer than we needed soaping each other’s bodies and kissing under the hot spray until it started to cool. Retracing our trail of discarded clothes from the night before, I got dressed and we shared one last kiss at the door before I was about to leave. Max opened the door for me, I’d intended to say ‘I had a really great time,’ which was the truth, but instead my heart took over for the first time instead of my cock and I startled myself by saying, “Can I see you again?”