Athlete

In 2015, after my divorce, I moved to a remote, desolate place to make a living. From then on, life became incredibly difficult, even finding someone to meet up with was a struggle. I occasionally returned to my old city to handle some trivial matters, and I also started looking for friends online. I wonder if anyone remembers the pseudonym "花魂" (Hua Hun); I probably used that pseudonym quite a bit back then.
In the spring of 2016, after filtering through various channels, I chatted with a guy from my old city—well, not exactly a "young guy." He was only five years younger than me, a former athlete, and introduced himself as having an excellent physique, and so on. The first time we met was when he came to help me move. Because I left the city in a rush, I hadn't packed anything, and when I returned, I had over a dozen large boxes of stuff that my small car couldn't carry all at once. He helped me transport them to my friend's house. When he first came in, he gave me a rather ordinary impression, and I even teased him mercilessly, saying he looked a bit older than his age. He seemed embarrassed and a little reserved. He opened his arms and asked if he could hug me. I said yes, why not? I still need to do some work later. He gave me a bear hug and asked if I could lift him up. I nodded, and then he actually gave me a princess carry! I was a little surprised, as I'm a bit overweight and always ashamed of my weight. This was probably my first princess carry, and I was secretly pleased. After moving my things, I was quite tired that day, so he politely walked me back and left. Because of his humble attitude, his unassuming demeanor, his ability to handle my various difficulties and criticisms, his enthusiastic service, his positive attitude, and his good manners, I decided to ask him out once. That afternoon, around 2 pm, he picked me up in his car. I had carefully put on makeup and dressed up, wearing a strapless, stretchy jumpsuit. He, however, seemed to have rushed over and hadn't even bothered to groom himself properly, which was really annoying. When we arrived at the hotel, I went in first and sat on the sofa while he went to brush his teeth and take a shower. (Because he likes oral sex, I told him I had to brush my teeth first before he could give me oral sex, as I didn't want any bacteria in my mouth to infect me.) He quickly washed up, knelt at my feet, spread my legs, and gently stroked my genitals through my underwear with one hand, while kneading my breasts with the other. I stroked his head, enjoying the way he humbly knelt before me. Slowly, my vagina began to secrete a lot of lubrication. When he saw that my underwear was soaked, he excitedly pulled it down and sucked on my genitals, his nimble tongue rolling and sucking. His tongue was thick and quite long. Sometimes his entire mouth covered my opening, sucking hard, and sometimes his tongue kept going in and out of my vagina. His hot tongue forcefully brought out the pleasure of intercourse. My lower body was wet and I couldn't sit still anymore. I said, "Let's go to the bed." He stood up, and I finally had a chance to see his manhood properly. I estimated it to be about 16cm long and about two and a half fingers thick, and it was clean. I told him to be gentle, not to be as rough as when he was sucking my genitals, I couldn't take it. But he said he could rub my breasts more wildly, that it felt really good. He slowly began to insert his penis into me, and once it was full, he couldn't help but thrust in and out, while vigorously thrusting and kneading my big, white breasts as if kneading dough, just as I had shown him. After about twenty or thirty thrusts, he suddenly pulled out his big cock, knelt down on my lower body, and frantically licked and brushed my vulva with his tongue, so focused that juices flew everywhere, and I could hear him swallowing hard. I realized that my desire was also so strong and abundant. He sucked and licked with force and focus, and my vulva was unbearably itchy. I clamped his head between my legs, feeling like I wanted to shove his head into my cunt. He licked and sucked my vulva for several minutes, then knelt up and spread my legs, thrusting his hard penis into my wet and hot vagina. After a few minutes of wild thrusting, he knelt down again and repeatedly licked and sucked my vulva. This went on for 5-6 times until I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. I glanced sideways and saw the condom was full of thick semen. We both got up to wash up in the bathroom, then went back to bed and lay side by side. We talked naked for a while, and after about ten minutes, he started licking and sucking me again. His soft, warm tongue was incredibly hard, giving me the feeling of a second penis inside me. He used his tongue to fuck me for a few minutes, then his penis, then his tongue again, repeating this 5-6 times until I ejaculated again. We were both a bit tired, so we washed up and came back. I pulled the covers over myself and talked for a few minutes, and he got hard again and fucked me again. That afternoon, we fucked until 9 pm. I was a little dizzy from whether it was 6 or 7 times. After a quick wash, without eating dinner, he took me home and then rushed back home himself. After returning home, I washed up again and lay in bed, carefully reflecting on the experience. I felt this one meal would last for months.
When summer came, I met a beautiful woman in the lower right corner of the city. From then on, I had a place to confide in her, but finding a suitable sex partner was difficult. Every time I returned to this city, I would meet up with her for meals and shopping trips, which was very enjoyable, and gradually my feelings for her faded. As for the athlete, I saw him again later. He drove me to his office. On the sofa in the office, I sat while he knelt between my legs, wanting to lick and suck me. I refused. As someone with OCD, someone who enjoys oral sex like him would need to be cleaned, but the office was very basic, lacking any atmosphere. I resisted strongly, and in the end, he could only rub my breasts a few times, which was better than nothing. After that, I rarely returned to this city, and when I did, it was just a quick stopover. I did chat with the athlete, and he was still as proactive as ever. However, when I saw him again at the end of 2017, I saw that he was starting to go bald from working so hard for his career, and I immediately lost all interest in him.
I moved back in 2018, and he came to see me once. I was sick at the time, and he expressed his regret. After that, he asked me out several more times, but I turned them down each time. Now I only want to be friends with him, but he wants to sleep with me, which is a dilemma. Last month, he asked me when I was free, and I told him I had a boyfriend, and we were in a long-term relationship, so I didn't want anyone else. He still politely wished me a happy time.

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