Back when I was living in New York, older men would often try to lure me onto their rooftops for a sexual rendezvous or two. It's the type of thing your mother would warn you about, as she lectured you on the dangers of meeting strangers in such locations. In other words, it was something I was especially prone to do. I mean, when have I ever listened to anything my mother's advice?
With that said, it probably goes without saying that I've had sex on a roof. The hottest time occurred after my very first invite, with a painter who we'll refer to as "Paul". You see, Paul wasn't the most attractive man in terms of facial features, but he looked like he had a decent body and I couldn't pass up the thrill of fucking on a roof. So we wound up meeting.
You know how I said he had a decent body? Turns out it was utterly amazing. You could tell he was doing his squats, because his thighs and butt were huge and solid. After slamming my cock down his throat with no mercy, I buried my tongue in those muscle cheeks. He moaned so loud that I was sure people on the street heard him.
Then it happened. This beefy hulk of a man–who was nearly twice my size–begged me to give him a thorough pounding. And who was I to turn down his request? I bent him over the side of the building and thrusted away until he shot a thick load all over the place. Then I pulled out, threw off the condom and exploded so far that even I was impressed. A few drops may have even flown over the edge, and I distinctly remember laughing at the thought of them hitting some passerby in the face… Surprise facial!
And there I go yet again boring you with my stories! If any of you have ever had sex on a roof, we'd love to hear about your experiences. In my next bout of public sex thrill-seeking, I'll be trying to convince a certain someone to bend over during a little hiking trip. Wish me luck, because I'm looking forward to sharing more tales with you!
Photo credit: Out In Public
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