Friday, December 8, 2017


Last weekend I was on line and I got hit on by a guy I hooked up a couple of years ago.  Nice guy, but lives in a borderline troubled area that requires about a 40 minute drive each way.  But, an amazing bottom, a nice guy, and its comfortable getting naked with him.  He has hit on me repeatedly the past few years to come back and, while I've wanted to do so, the drive and the anxiety about parking my car on the street in his neighborhood have held me back.

Well, as you've figured out, I got in the car and went for an encore.  When he greeted me it was as if we'd seen each other yesterday:  warm smile, embrace, rubbing and groping as we held onto each other stumbling toward his bedroom.  As we embraced I noticed strong manscent, though he'd just showered.  I didn't recall his odor the last time we connected, and it kind of surprised me as he's Asian American (I have never noticed body odor on Asian Americans before.)  He's also extremely hairy, which also contradicts the norm.  I like both hairy and fresh scent (I don't like unwashed bodies but the natural aroma of men who have good hygiene makes my dick super hard.)

He's on the shorter side (~ 5' 6") and has a proportionately sized cock (not tiny, but one that is just appropriate to his height.)  Amazingly dense pubes, as well as nice furry thighs with dense wiry hair:  very hot.  He's not a great looking guy:  acne scars and otherwise not a beauty, but warm, friendly nice guy with beautiful warm, inviting eyes so actually very very attractive.   Passion and responsive:  a person who cooes and moans while being kissed, licked, sucked, rimmed, fucked.  Some guys emote in a forced way during sex that is distracting and detracts from the experience.  With this fellow you can sense those are genuine repeated yelps of pleasure as you suck and tweak his nips, lick out his pits, suck his cock and jab his hole with your tongue.  I was immediately rock hard and during the intermissions from orally exploring him I had my cock pressed between his thighs with the head resting on his hole while we passionately made out. While I was enjoying the foreplay incredibly,  I was so  aroused that  I really wanted to get my cock into him:  he wanted it as well, but everything else felt so incredibly good, and frankly the manscent was making me crazy:  he smelled good and I was repeatedly burying my face in his armpits and under his balls and I was soon reeking of his smell, and he was enjoying that it was saturating my mustache and beard as we made out.

I found myself on my back with him lying atop me as my cock head pressed against his anus and I massaged his shoulders and back; he then spit into his hand to lube my cock and then impaled himself with me; he was already open and wet from the long rimming I'd given him before.   He rode me for awhile, but then I wanted to do the fucking, so I got him on his side and back and alternated between long full dick strokes into him intermittently pulling almost out and giving him short jabs pulling slight out and then pushing slightly back in before going balls deep again.  I kept holding off cumming because he was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I didn't know whether a second long would come.  Holding back, though, you pass the point of losing it and then get that second wind where it takes awhile to build up the friction sensation that will make you cum.  And then I was finally spurting into him and it was really nice.  We were spooning and I was cupping his balls and stroking his cock and looking forward to taking his cum in my mouth...and then his roommate returned.

They don't share a bedroom, but that someone I didn't know was rustling around outside the door in a relatively small apartment and our fucking was certainly audible was a buzz kill.  Also, while on the other side of a closed door, the guy was just feet from where we were lying naked and entwined. Visions of lying there wetty with sweat and cum and going on for a second round vanished.  I kept in him slowly fucking him while he vigorously stroked his cock and waited for him to cum, but the spell was broken and we were both hushed as we worked to get him off.  As I was lying there I started to worry about my car (was it parked in a tow away zone?  Might it have been hit if not broken into?  How would freeway traffic be on the way home? )

I felt shitty about the mood change as I'd totally surrendered to the experience up until that point and was totally engrossed.  Still, we both got off, we both had a nice time, and we both got up smiling as we shyly dressed and then kissed as he opened the bedroom door, made sure the roomie was in his room, and I quietly exited.  Such are the stuff of hook ups.  If not for the drive (and the possible presence of a roommate within earshot) I'd visit him as often as he'd have me.  He is a sweet as well as hot guy.  And, yes, during the drive home I noticed my beard and mustache were pungent with his scent (aka stunk of him.)  I felt a little awkward as I stopped and did some shopping on the way home.  It did require jumping in the shower and vigorously shampooing to get that man out of my hair.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Two Crops

There is this older gent with home I lay down every so often.  He's handsome, although up there in years, but quite arousing.  Bearded; unshaven body; clean, but no fragrance, so that his natural scent soon arises when the skin to skin friction begins.  It's hot to push your face into a man's fragrant pit and to get your mustache and beard saturated with his odor as you are exploring his body with your tongue.  It makes your cock surge with blood, and pulse with the anticipation of being buried deep inside him.

The guy is a great kisser as well, and adores having his ass eaten, which he is mindful to assure is absolutely immaculate.  When you pull out of him after shooting your load he's totally clean, so you have no hesitation when he sucks your softening dick seeking remaining traces of your load and then having him press his lips to yours and to plunge his tongue plunge into your mouth.  Frankly, it gets me hard again quickly.

He has a nice, thick cock with good heft; it has a nice weight that feels good in your hand, and is a satisfying mouthful, but isn't uncomfortably long to throat, so you can enjoy going up and down on it and fingering his ass, and massaging his balls while sucking him.  Now you have to be careful that with many guys you can't let them cum or they won't be able to have you put your cock in them afterwards, pleading that they are too sensitive.  The last few times I was working his dick with my mouth and hands he was pulling back to warn me that he'd cum but when I asked whether he could get fucked after cumming he assured me that he could (okay, this dude loves to get fucked, and can take it for a long time).  So the last time we had sex I wanted his load early on and savored it spurting into my mouth and then, to his delight, crawled up and clamped my mouth to his to share the load.  And, as he promised, after my tonguing his ass for a long time he greedily took my cock and I was able to fuck him for a long time before breeding him.  It was hot, and as my cock began to slacken and ease out of him he plunged down on it to gently suck it, after which we made out.

My most recent visit was an encore, but I also know that he has wanted to be felched after I cum in him.  Now, before and while you are fucking a guy your mind imagines many things:  ongoing fucking, felching, sucking him off.  But a dick hasn't got a conscience, and once you cum typically you just want to decompress a bit, and move on with your day.   That's why I like the guy to shoot in my mouth before I fuck him, as I typically only want to swallow a guy's load before I cum; afterwards it's not appealing to me typically.  So, again, I took his load and we snowballed, and then I kept tongue fucking him until he was super moist and then pushed into him, pulling out to use plenty of lube as I wanted to go at it for awhile and to savor the fuck.

As I was fucking him I was cupping his balls and cock, and fingering his piss slit, which was still moist with some of his cum, which I scooped with a finger and then fed him and then pushed my tongue in his mouth.  We were lost in trying to extract all possible pleasure, and it was great as my beard was saturated with his scent and as I had him on his side with his thigh pulled to his chest we were periodically making out.  It felt great and after alot of pulling back to the entrance of his ass and pushing back to till my balls were against his ass, I let my load go.  I am not a moaner or groaner (unfortunately this guy is too vocal, but it's got to be fun for him also) but he knows I am breeding his ass without my announcing it.  I guess it's my suddenly holding still and the change in my breathing.  I'd like to believe that he can feel the pulsing, but I imagine that's only in our fantasies.  Anyway, his cock was soft, but he was enjoying the sensation in his ass, and as I fell out he crouched down to suck my softening dick.

He was ready to get into the afterglow chat then, but I wanted more.  I played with his cock and he apologized saying he never gets hard again after cumming, but I turned around and sucked his cock and fingered his balls and hole regardless.  From his moans I knew he was liking it; his cock was thickening, but not hard.  And then, I determined I was going to get him hard again, and older or not I was going to get him to cum again.  So, I pushed him on his stomach, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and started to lick his hole.  The scent of semen, my semen, coming from in him was strong, and I pushed my tongue into his now loose hole.  I could feel his whole body become fully aroused, and cupped his cock which was now fully hard again.  And then, I decided I was going to summon another load from him as I sucked and stroked his cock,and fingered his balls and his ass.  I could tell he was lost in the sensation, and amazed he was going there again; I knew he was ready to cum, and he started to thrash as it came out; a greyish pearl of his load was on the sheets, and his cock was moist with his cum, and I took it in my mouth, and savored it's taste and then we made out and I pushed back into him.

He was loving it, but now he was super sensitive and after a bit regretfully indicated he was getting sore.  We'd been naked and sucking and fucking for ninety minutes, so I couldn't complain.  I'd shot my load, but more importantly, I'd gotten my fuck buddy to give up two loads, something he was certain was part of his past, but was astonished to find he could enjoy an immediate encore.

A great afternoon.  I pulled on my shorts and tee, reeking of his scent and my cock and balls sticky from fucking him, I headed home with a nice mellow glow.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Land of Flakes and Liars

This is going to be a rant.  I traveled to Indianapolis, center of the heartland, for business.  And, I've always heard how nice and genuine and friendly people in the midwest are.  So, in my leisure time I thought perhaps I'd check out the local manscape and perhaps sample some of the corn fed dudes.  Unfortunately, let me share that I have never, ever, anywhere, experienced as many fakes, flakes and liars as I have here the past few days.  Now, I don't want to disparage the midwest as a whole as I've had great times with great men in Chicago who didn't insist on playing ping pong with you for hours, or setting up dates and then when promising to meet at specific times on specific dates only to then refuse to respond to texts for hours after the time you arranged to meet, for you soon after find them on a hook up site within the hour trolling for more guys to string along.  I now have an image of a city of trolls sitting in front of sticky keyboards vigorously stroking.  Trust me, I am not heart broken/I'd have to have an ounce of respect for these creatures to feel that way.  As readers of this blog have read, I regularly get it wet and have great times with great and hot men.  But this place is single in my experience and it's not a function of whether I hit on them --as many of them, instead, hit on me and steadily conveyed a totally insincere  false sense of interest --nor was it time of day as this happened morning, noon, night, weekdays and weekends during this sojourn.  It is just total mendacity unprecedented in my time on this planet.  And it refutes any suggestion that the denizens of this region have any particular lock on kindness:  men in LA, NY, Chicago, Houston, Dallas, Seattle, Austin, New Orleans, Portland, Miami, Denver, and San Francisco are far more honest, far more direct, and far more genuine than these guys.  Perhaps it's because they are so incredibly closeted here that they live in ongoing terror of someone finding out that they like cock.  I recognize how shallow people can be, and it takes little to astonish me, but in my experience the guys here are simply unkind and love to play games.

I do have to confess something; I did hook up:  once.  A guy who was pretty direct and only required the exchange of about 35 emails to set something up and I connected yesterday.  And, when he showed up at my hotel I realized it wasn't a match.  But, he'd come in from about a half hour away and I felt obligated to give it a try.  Yes, it ended up being a charity fuck.  He was actually fairly fit, but you know when it's not right.  I just didn't have the heart to turn him flat down upon his arrival; perhaps I should have from a sexual perspective.  But, when it was over we had a very nice chat and I was glad for that reason that I hadn't sent him packing though the physical part wasn't satisfying.

We met in the lobby and when we got to my room he went into the bathroom to "freshen" up.  When he came out he pulled off his shorts and presented his ass for me to fuck.  Okay, that was a bit sudden.  I usually like an appetizer, a salad, and perhaps some soup before I have the entree.  And, I like my poultry without the feathers.  So I asked him to remove his shirt.  He said "I have alot of tattoos" (it ended up being the understatement of the century.  Then I asked him to remove his hat (!) and he had a tattoo on his forehead (I felt like I was with a mauri in New Zealand or something.)  I don't know why I didn't then say let's just forget it, but I still felt obligated at that point to proceed; the guy was mostly naked with his clothes piled on the floor.  For a broad shouldered, flat stomached  and pretty fit guy with big hands and feet I was surprised to find he had a tiny cock (though I have had that experience before.)  I hate it when a guy keeps his socks on but I was in a "let's get this over with mood" right then.  But I also thought at that point I thought there is no way in hell I would get hard.

Well I let him dive down on my cock, and he went at it with gusto.  If I'd been into him I imagine it would have been a killer blow job.  But I did get from totally flaccid to somewhat enlarged.  He was impressed at that point at how much I'd grown and continued to go at me with gusto, taking breaks to tell me how much he loved cock.  Hoping to get hard enough to do the deed, I pushed him onto to his side and proceeded to suck his,which grew maybe to five inches (I later learned the guy has three children:  go figure.  That certainly challenges assumptions.)  He did have a nice clean man aroma and taste and I licked down his taint to his hole and then pushed him on to his stomach and started to rim him which sent him into orbit.  But, I also felt like a member of the Peace Corps or Christian martyr at that point.  I just wanted to get a distasteful  job done.  My cock wasn't feeling it; there was no way I'd be able to insert it in anything.

Finally I tried making out with him and stroking his cock; he was in ecstasy; it grew from not very pleasant to okay for me.  So, pulling out all the psychological stops I said "please take off your socks." I had an afternoon engagement and the clock was ticking so I then started to give him specific direction to stroke my cock.  He did in a clumsy manner; it got a little better but I had to get increasingly specific "the head"  "stroke the head"  "KEEP stroking the head"  "tickle under the head".  It was getting tedious.  Finally my cock did actually get hard and I quickly pushed him on to his stomach and rapidly pushed into him.  He was cooing and ooing with pleasure; his warmth  and tightness were providing the requisite sensations for me to keep hard.  I started to thrust and then I felt an orgasm come on; now if I am into the guy that never happens (or I can certainly hold off) because I want to wrap my arms around him and enjoy the whole sensation, not just shoot a load.  Well my cock decided for us both that it was time to bring the sorry matter to a close and despite my wanting to give the guy some more thrusts (he'd approached me wanting a long hard fuck) I felt my load spurting into him:  three days built up, in fact.  It was sad and a waste.

I kept thrusting into him but quickly started to grow increasingly soft and he asked if I'd cum.   After I confirmed that I had he rolled out from under me; I asked if I could get him off and he declined, saying it was all about pleasing me.  I felt like a real heel.  Then he got up, grabbed a hand towel to dap his butt and went into the bathroom, murmuring "you really did cum."  He came out and pulled on his socks and shorts, shirt, and hat and running shoes and got ready to bolt.  I patted the bed and said, relax a minute and engaged him in some small talk.

At that point I think his dignity was restored; then he didn't think I just saw him as a cum hole.  He was nice, and appreciated my interest and while we inhabit different planets he was chatty.  I tried not to act at all patronizing but knew in reality I wasn't at all interested, but I hate just using people and I wanted him to leave with his ego unbruised.  But finally I did need to clean up and get ready for a business appointment and walked him to the door, gave him a chaste kiss, and wished him well.

I then thought to myself "you really are an idiot".  Some times you just need to keep your gun in your holster.  I can't wait to fly home.  Indianapolis:  never again.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Lying Back

Only twice have I cum while being straddled and ridden:  today was the second time.  Perhaps gravity has held me back in the past:  my load wants to shoot downward out of my shaft.  Being straddled isn't my favorite position; while it's convenient for pornographers' angles, I also recognize dedicated bottoms love to skewer themselves when they want to get a big cock really deep in them.  Now I do enjoy being stradded by the bottom as part of the experience (provided the guy recognizes that my cock isn't a pogo stick and impales himself with some sensitivity to how I am feeling.)  But today was pretty damned sensational and I gave it up while he milked it out...actually, I came because we were fucking each other, fucking together, each trying to maximize the other guy's pleasure.  It was great sex, the way it's supposed to be, in other words.

Interestingly, the guy in question is a total bottom.  Frankly he doesn't seem to be passionate about whether he cums, but during our encounters I have insisted that he get off as well.  Besides the fact that getting the other guy off is part of the fun, this guy has an amazing dick and huge hairy balls, and shoots copious amounts of spooge so it's a sensory sensation for me too.  But he makes it clear he sees his role as that of a total bottom, and that his "hole" is for my enjoyment.  Now, I know he enjoys getting fucked:  he's not a screamer, but he's really responsive.  And, what has made me smile has been that each time we've been at it for a long time, he'll tell me how much he loves my cock and that I make him  soooo glad he's gay.  However, from the get go his priority is whether I am enjoying myself, whether I feel good, and you can tell that his greatest pleasure is from seeing me cum -- so today looking down me me as he felt me stiffen and spasm he had the smile of a kid with an ice cream cone.  I first experienced that smile during our initial encounter when going for seconds I had him on his back and he broke into a grin when he watched my face contort as I spurted a second load into him (interestingly, when I have cum twice in one session it is typically with the guy on his back as the friction is different, massaging my cock differently.  I'd suggest that it involves different parts of my cock, but I imagine that's impossible when you've already been thrusting your bare cock into a bare ass for 40 minutes...All if it has had some stimulation.)

The fellow in question is endearingly geeky.  Good looking, slender, tiny ass, flat stomach, tiny ass, and nice furry legs and a nice patch of hair in the center of his chest (and as I mentioned, a lovely cock, not as long as mine but a great size:  thick and with heft -- it's just a pleasure to hold and stroke and suck, and he has lovely balls that feel great in your hand and you can tell that he likes having me lightly stroke them with my fingertips.)  Anyway, the geeky part is he's in his early 40s but quite in touch with his inner child with adventure movie posters, Disney figurines, and science fiction stuff festooning his apartment.  He defines himself as a geek, but clearly is a very piggy geek who is definite man who loves mansex.  It's all endearing:  when I arrive it's all about the sex part, but then in between orgasms he wants to cuddle and is sweet and very considerate.  It's quite the ying/yang sort of thing.  But, we are very much opposites:  me a day person, him nearly entirely nocturnal; me a guy of conservative tastes, him into popular culture; me black coffee, him coca cola; me a total top, him a total bottom.

So far we've gotten together three times (does that mean we're done?  I have a feeling we'll actually continue to connect unless he falls in love and decides to be monogamous) and the first two occasions after entering him I held back from cumming early as it was clear  how much ecstasy  he was experiencing getting plowed.  He's also into feeling the pain/pleasure of it (not in a weird way, but likes to have his nipples squeezed hard and lightly bitten as well as to take a sustained drilling and it to be regularly punctuated with sudden long, deep thrusts.  Actually those thing don't bring me pleasure as my preference is to have the guy flat and to suck the back of his neck and steadily grind him into the mattress till I cum -- if I am just thinking about me.)  Anyway, as I have mentioned in earlier entries if I am fucking a guy and  my initial urge to cum passes then it means I'll  need be at it for at least 20 more minutes, dismounting for cool down sessions before the lava will rise again.

During our first encounter before I came I could tell he was close to cumming and asked if he could still take it after shooting his load.  He said yes, he came, and then I licked it from his torso, snowballed with him, and then spit it on his hole and used it as lube.  But after I'd given up two loads he later admitted he was sore from taking it after he came (cripes, this was nearly two hours later; I felt like a heel and since then I haven't let him cum till I am definitely done.)  However, he's so agreeable and wants so much to be submissive and please ("my hole is for your pleasure...") that he insisted it was fine and that he enjoyed the rawness of the feeling.

Today I was definitely enjoying it but Mr. Happy wasn't about to let go of his juice.  It all began with him giving me an amazing blow job and then he straddled me and attempted to take it mostly dry (it didn't work, and frankly I'd didn't want to have the epidermis rubbed off my bone, so after initially entering him after rimming him, and a combination of his and my spit I insisted on some lube.  Anyway, it was a marathon session with me pinning him to the mattress, getting him on his side with his thigh pulled up, and then our coupled cuddling:  sweet as you can kiss, but not good for maximum penetration. But neither of us was in an apparent hurry (though I was thinking it might be one of those days where I can only finally cum by later stroking off, which is really frustrating.)

We've gotten to a point where he appreciates I want him to maximize his pleasure as well, and I soon found him straddling me.  Often with sex you want it to be spontaneous and for the other guy to intuit how to position himself, but today I directed him to lift up a bit and then we both were really enjoying it simultaneously:  rather than his weight pinning me and him impaling himself the position allowed him to thrust down and for me to thrust back.  It was great.   But each time as I thought I was about to shoot Mr. Happy clammed up (pardon the metaphor.)  So he dismounted and we cuddled and made out, stroking our cocks together and simply enjoying each others' naked bodies.  Then he got on top again (I could tell he was surprising himself.)  And then we got into some serious fucking with us staring with intent into each others's eyes.  And then I finally let go and with determination he thrust down and squeezed with all his concentration.  Eventually my cock eased out of him and he leaned over to suck it.  As we laid side by side more cum gradually dripped out of my cock, and studying it he swooped down each time to lap it up.  He observed:  "my hole is really going to hurt tomorrow."

I told him that it was only the second time I'd ever cum while being straddled and a look of pride and accomplishment swept across his face.  He said he didn't want to get a big head about being a good bottom as it was all about the top, but you could tell he was enjoying recognizing his power (geez:  did I turn this guy into a power bottom?)  He mentioned that he could tell that he was fully enjoying it while we were fucking as his cock was partially flaccid, meaning that his concentration was entirely on using his ass.  But eventually in my afterglow I said "I don't know if I can fuck you any more, but let me know how we can get you off."  Clearly he felt a challenge and swooped down on my cock and applied every possible trick with his mouth, tongue, and lips till I was painfully (painfully as from the earlier marathon fucking I'd given him with it) hard.  Then he straddled it and began to stroke his cock, insisting "keep fucking me after I cum; I want to keep taking it as long as you want it."  Well, at that point I just wanted to get him off; I was fucked out  and fortunately soon a stream of his warm cum was pooling on my chest and he was shyly grinning.  Then I delicately pushed him up and slipped out from under him.  My cock was almost audible in it's relief.

It was great, but I knew I needed a hiatus.  If it had been a sleep over I'd be probably fucking him again right now.  But sometimes your eyes are bigger than your stomach (another regrettable mixed metaphor:  mea culpa.)  After a decent interval (I never jump up to leave a guy) I protested we should do something vertical with the rest of our days and he reluctantly let me dress.

My cock tender sensitive right now, I can only imagine how he's feeling.  My parting advice was him to avoid Mexican food tonight (sorry, I just couldn't resist; it got a good laugh out of him.)

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Silver Daddy

Some times you are trolling looking for cock and you get into an online conversation with a guy who you simply find charming and engaging.  He gives off a good vibe and you know that whether fireworks go off or not, it will simply be a warm and comfortable time.  Of course, it helps if he has nice equipment and is otherwise nice on the eyes.  And, for me, when a guy engages in an element of due diligence (insisting on seeing what I look like; asking a couple of questions requiring multisyllabic responses) that sustains my interest.

A couple of months ago an older gent and I were flirting on line.  I find it funny to say older gent, as typically I am referred to as a daddy.  But this guy was definitely daddy material for me.  Very well maintained daddy material:  tall, toned, whippet thin, bald with a full, trimmed, silver beard, ice blue eyes, and a big ass cock (excused the mixed metaphor.)  And, a bottom!  Be still my heart!!!

Beginning the communication I wanted to assure he was sufficiently ambulatory and quick witted (I have to admit, blush, a couple of years ago hooking up with an older guy/thinking I was above that age thing/ and I thought I was going to break him, and then he wasn't quick on the uptake in communication. And, this guy wasn't ancient, which kind of put me off way older guys.) But, this guy clearly looked like he was active and in conversation was giving me back all I gave him and more.  What I also liked was that he insisted on our talking on the phone for a bit to feel me out before asking me over.  But, once we both went through the dance of seven veils it was clear that this courtly gentleman is a pig as well.  A proper pig, mind you, who likes vigorous fucking, and sucking, and cum.  He bashfully admitted to wanting to be felched after being fucked and I was game provided that he had a  garden fresh hiney and would make out with me after I went there.  And, the icing on the cake is that he, too, hates deodorant.  Fresh musk, no funk:  we were reading from the same sheet of music.

When I arrived the most telling thing about his age were his eyes, which revealed having seen much:  still clear, but worldly and surrounded by wrinkles.  His body, however, is that of a man easily 10 to 15 years younger, and you can tell he's kept active (I was relieved to learn through things like biking, hiking, swimming and skiing.  Guys who tell you that they work out eight days a week at the gym, and quiz you about what gym you go to, and want to know if you'd like to go to the gym with them bore me to death.  With them it's all about appearance --how beautiful they can be, not health or well being;  a new form of elitism, and they are buying into the cosmetic culture that has oppressed women for nearly a hundred years.  Also I can't stand this crap about guys who like to suck and get fucked protesting "I don't act gay."  But  I am from a different generation.  I am attracted to men because they are men and recognize that makes me gay. But, this is turning into a rant.)

Anyway, when I met this guy I could imagine him having been a character in one of Armistead Maupin's "Tales of the City" stories; he's clearly from the same era and the same neighborhood.  He greeted me at the door, led me into his living room, and once he closed the doors his arms were wrapped around me and his lips pressed to mine and his tongue was probing my mouth.  For a moment I wondered whether we'd make it out of his living room, but was glad when one of his firm, hard hands grasped one of mine and led me into the bedroom.

As he disrobed this is what I found:  broad shoulders; tapered waist, flat stomach, taut cute ass, fine dusting of fur accenting all of assets, long (then) flaccid cock.  Damn.  I stripped and we got on the bed and embraced and sucked face and then I went to his nipples which were wired for sound (love that; mine are like erasers and it actually irritates me when some guy tries to work them for me.)  Well, I soon licked from the nipples to the pits and inhaled the nice rich musk of a clean healthy man and buried my beard in it and then vigorously licked it, and it's twin out.  He loved savoring his aroma in my beard and stache as we repeatedly returned to making out.  This was quality time sex between two experienced guys, who were in no rush to get to the destination but wanted to savor the journey as long as possible.

I licked down to his cock and sucked it to full mast and enjoyed its musk and taste, and then licked down to his hole and he dutifully grasped his ankles.  But I wanted to seriously explore it so I had him on his stomach and wasn't satisfied till the volume was up.

Well, it went the usual way:  me teasing his entry with my cock head, him giving me nice serious ball soaking head, me eating his ass while he sucked me some more, and then me gradually pushing into him.  He wasn't about drama:  you could tell he was enjoying it from his slow exhaling; pants of caution or encouragement, and then my balls were against his torso. He purred with satisfaction and then the rhythm started.

Apparently it had been awhile since he's last been fucked, but like riding a bike he'd not forgotten how to do it.  It was a quality fuck and soon I was stiffening and quietly spurting into him (many guys are disappointed that I don't yell out or go into some  other histrionics when I cum; however, it's a time when I am totally in my head and my's as if my soul is spurting through my dick up into the guy's rectum.  I am more likely to be audible after I shoot when my cock becomes super sensitive and I then become amazingly ticklish all over.)  We were then on our sides, his ass and back were wet with sweat, and my cock slowly slackened and eased out of him.  I lightly grazed his nipples with my fingertips, sucked on the back of his neck, and licked the inside of his ears.  He rolled out from under me, straddled my chest and then vigorously stroked off on my chest, then laid on top of me as I wrapped my arms around him and his load glued us together.

We then laid side by side and engaged in small talk, eventually shyly reaching out to stroke the other's body with our fingers and respectively growing hard again.  Remembering his fantasy I pushed him onto his belly and started to eat his ass, now yeasty with my load, and then pulled his face to mine to make out.  Then I pushed into him and gave him a short vigorous fuck and delivered a second load.  Nearly three hours had passed when I stood up to pull on my clothes.

I've been over once since then; I didn't have the time for an afternoon, so it was more of a maintenance visit (a high quality maintenance visit, but only an hour plus.)  Since then, however, we've been unable to connect but are playing email ping-pong in a good way.  Even if we never fuck again I really like this guy and am damned glad to have met him.

Thursday, August 14, 2014


While busy on Tumblr, I have taken a lengthy hiatus here.  And, yes, have been keeping my gun in my holster more than usual.  However, there are several piquant entries percolating in my memory that have yet to be shared here.  One follows.

Back a month or so ago a local toned cub and I engaged in dialog; both of us wanted immediate gratification. As it was, his partner was out of the country for a month on business and he had an itch he wanted scratched.  A nice looking dark haired, blue eyed, bearded dude, with body hair accenting all the right places in all the right ways.  Yum.  And, a bottom; what wasn't to like?  He also responded well to my interest in a clean hole and bod devoid of scent but that of his own making.  So, despite his living in Oakland I overcame my trepidation and headed over to his place.

Oakland does have a well deserved reputation for being like Dante's Inferno, but there are nice spots (right, I can hear you saying, there must be nice parts of hell as well...)  His neighborhood, despite not being in the Hills, exudes character and charm and is full of normal, industrious citizens.  So I parked my car, and found my way to his rooftop garden apartment.

He was the epitome of warmth and hospitality when I arrived.  Hook ups are often intially awkward, but his warm smile, offer of water, or coffee, or a beer and a seat to chat made me immediately shed all inhibitions.  I declined all four and pulled him toward me and pressed my lips to his and pushed my tongue into his mouth.  He exuded an earthy, musky, natural man aroma (I later learned that in deference to my fetish, after thoroughly flushing out, he'd only rinsed his pits with clear water.)  Animal frenzy ensued.

A futon was in the middle of his curtainless living room and we were surrounded by high rise apartments, essentially visible to God and everybody.  He lives in an art deco building and from his terrace voices echo, so he pulled the sliding glass doors shut as he stood there naked in his hirsute glory with his engorged cock standing straight out.  I pulled him down and proceeded to give him a thorough tongue bath, punctuated with breaks to make out, and gradually leading down to his leaking cock.   I did my utmost to torture him with killer oral, pulling off every time he seemed ready to spew, and then sucking his balls, and eventually licking down to the target.  It was a good thing he closed the doors as his affirming moans and groans were bouncing off the walls.

This guy looks, feels, smells and tastes succulent, and I soon flipped him over to pull his hairy cheeks apart and give his hole thorough attention.  Eventually it was sufficiently wet and relaxed for me to repeatedly penetrate it with my tongue.  A stream of clear precum was flowing from his cock, which compelled me to roll him back to lap it up and, not being selfish, to make out with him again.  I got him positioned on his belly and started to run my cock up and down his saturated crack regularly grazing his pucker.  He wanted it in, but begged to suck my cock.  It was clear this was going to be a spit only session.

He gives great oral and as his drool was flowing down my balls I positioned him so that his ass was back in my face while he worked my rod.  God it was good.  Soon he was straddling me and skewering himself with my cock. It popped in and then gradually slid up into him as his guts yielded to welcome me balls deep.

Well this was a quality time fuck. After riding me I moved him back to his belly, his side, and  then doggie, before pushing him flat again and then drilling for gold.  Like a true bottom his eyes gleamed with excitement as my cock started to spasm and he thrust up with all his might to meet me as I thrust down. (Later he'd text me about how great his stretched hole felt, as he felt my load leaking in him as he perused the aisles at Whole Foods.)

After awhile my cock slackened and plopped out to his disappointment.  He quickly crouched around to greedily suck in into his mouth and to suck it totally dry. But then I had him on his back and focused on getting his load:  he shivered and groaned as it shot out, across his hairy belly, into my mouth, with the rest cascading down his cock.  It was remarkably thick, like toothpaste, which he attributes to some natural herbal concoction he takes.  I pulled him toward me and we snowballed, and then I sucked it back in my mouth, pushed him onto his stomach again, spit it on his hole and fucked it up into him to join mine.

We kept at it, but my cock wasn't going to give up a second load inside him, so I rolled onto my back where he extracted it orally, but swallowed it up quickly.  By that point I reeked of his scent:  my beard was saturated as were my pubes and every other hair on my body.  It was nirvana.

I jumped in his shower so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me home, but his musk remained in my beard well into deep shampooing the next day when I finally washed it all out with deep regret.  But as I dressed and prepared to leave I noticed that he was glistening:  with my sweat, his sweat, and the remnants of the loads I hadn't lapped up from his fine bod.  We embraced and I inhaled deeply.

We hooked up two times afterwards.  They were quality time, but not the three hour session of our first encounter.  But then my schedule didn't sync with his,  then his with mine, and  now apparently the partner is back.  I am sorry to say he didn't respond to my last message, which wasn't hitting on him, but was just to say hi.  Apparently when home both he and the partner work from their place and he's flying under the radar (or the partner is fucking him silly/probably both.)  I've noticed he's been absent from the site where I located him.

Years ago I remember hooking up with a guy who coldly noted that typically the maximum number of times you hook up with the same fuck buddy is three before moving on to different pastures.  (Gee thanks bud, should we just say quits now?) That hasn't always been true for me, but it's definitely the rule more than the exception.  I hope to get more of this guy again, but am damned glad for the three times we enjoyed.  He's got a damned lucky partner.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Good to the Last Drop

I realize that popular culture references immediately date you.  So, I am imaging that all the puppies out there won't get that reference (this entry's title) and will only associate it with water sports or pig play.   However, it was the tag line for Maxwell House coffee (is that still sold?) and is indelibly etched on my brain like so many other commercial jingles of years past.

Of course, I am only referencing it because it is quite apropos in recollecting an encounter a few days ago. So after the twink encounter last Saturday, when taking a mental health day earlier in the week I reconnected with a bear with whom I periodically connect (entries in this series reference him, but I can't be bothered with providing a hot link. Anyway, does it matter?)  I ought to refer to this guy as Gentle Ben (another historical flashback to my youth...)  He is tall, muscular, furry,and fleshy with a big, but nicely toned belly, and amazing thick, long, log of an uncut cock that only slowly becomes engorged while we are having sex and is quite fun to explore. (The thing with uncut cocks, however, is that the novelty vanishes when the guy gets hard.  Yes, you can pull the foreskin back up, but I am only intrigued when the member is partially flaccid...)

This was yet another maintenance visit; he's partnered, must not bottom for his partner, and loves to occasionally get a lengthy, deep fucking, and since he's nice, can take it for a long time (and affirms with steady grunting and moaning that he savors every poke and thrust) I enjoy giving it to him.  There are no fireworks here:  just nice, pedestrian fucking.   He is very very very chatty, and that can be maddening, but he usually is reduced to monosyllabic sounds when we are in the heat of it.

The craziness of how mechanical can be immediately struck me.  I arrived, we were talking about his dogs and the weather as we both, by instinct, walked through his house to the bedroom, and the mundane chitchat continued as we both stripped.  When we were both naked, however, I pulled him to me, pressed my lips to his and thrust my tongue into his mouth, and the talking temporarily ended (thank God.)

I was in the mood give my tongue a work out.  This guy's pits don't do anything for me, and I did work his very sensitive nipples a bit (though that was more of a mechanical courtesy because I understand his wiring.) But I really lost myself in giving his cock devoted attention with a lengthy blowjob and then my tongue and his hole enjoying some quality time.  Now I like (and demand) good hygiene, but some guys --right after thorough cleaning-- generate some pleasant man musk in their balls and hole.  Not this bud, alas.

The rimming did reduce him to whimpering jello (yes, quite the mixed metaphor there) and I rose and started to make out with him and he grasped my cock, aimed it under his balls and held it next to his hole and thrust back so that I entered him.  It felt good, but it was actually his enthusiasm and hunger for it that had me cranked. But only 3 inches were in him, so I rolled him over, shoved some pillows under him to elevate his ass, and entered him.

It was a great vanilla type fuck.  No rush, he was up for whatever I wanted to give him, and he wasn't nagging me to cum.  So I got lost in my mind, savoring my cock being gripped by his warm, soft, wet guts as I sawed back and forth into him, leisurely licking his back, his neck, and the inside of his ears, while I was enjoying grinding it into him with no deadline confronting me.  He was equally lost in the sensation, moaning and sighing and occasionally snorting poppers.  And, after a nice long ride I felt my load spurting into him; he could sense I was cumming and thrust back to fully capture it.

I gradually started to soften somewhat and my cock naturally began to withdraw from his ass; he gasped with pleasure/discomfort as it popped out.  And then he immediately curled down to take me in his mouth and lovingly nursed it, bringing it back to full mast and determinedly milking out the remaining drops of cum in my shaft.  He kept at it for a long time; it was incredibly hot.  I love the lust when a guy is anxious to lick my cock "clean" after I've just fucked him.  We then made out for awhile, and then he started to get chatty again.

Since I wasn't in the mood to lie around and bullshit, I saw my opportunity when he went to the bathroom and started to get dressed.  Sometimes when I go over it turns into a cuddle session, me listening to him unwinding, and then me figuring out how to get my cock back in his mouth and butt to shut him up.  But, I was sated, and headed out and he was able to focus, again, on his home improvement projects.  So we both got what we needed.