Saturday, February 17, 2024

Bear Cub Encore

Since our initial encounter I've hooked up with the Bear Cub twice more.  It's been hot, but our sessions have focused on me making him feel good and pushing all his buttons, while he's been the bottom.  Trust me, I am not complaining.  I have enjoyed every bit of our sessions.

He's a very passionate kisser, which I fully like, and he can continue with no urgency to proceed south.  Actually it takes some steering to lead him from standing and making out to the bed (although he's typically on his knees during part of our "standing." ) The other day was I was struck by how once we get in his bedroom his geeky small talk ceases as he removes his glasses and strips, and then he's all business with little chatter.

When we really get into it, he's commenced with lengthy devotion to my cock, giving me oral.  He definitely wants to please me, but it's clear he loves my cock and views being able to throat it as a sport.  While definitely nice, its not getting me off (he doesn't recognize the need to simultaneously stroke while sucking) but besides enjoying the touch, and his effort to make me feel good, I realize I need to lay back and be patient as this is also part of getting him off.

As typical in such encounters, getting oral is usually followed by repeated passionate kissing with me then going down.  I do work his cock (although it's pretty small) with both my mouth and hand simultaneously.  Feeling him get even harder, his sighs and his change in breathing I can tell when he's about to cum and know to pull off (interesting as when we first connected he indicated he doesn't usually cum due to his allergy meds.)  Then it's to his balls and his taint and down to his anus.  But then it's time for more mouth to mouth tongue exploration (both for passion and to prove to each other that if someone eats your ass you need to be willing to kiss them afterwards.)  Then it's time for him to roll over and for me to pull his cheeks apart and give him a serious rim job.

This past time that we connected we began with him on his knees sucking me with his ass over my face so I could work his hole with my tongue.  I was definitely into it as I could hear him continually gasping and gradually loosening so that I could penetrate him with my tongue.  Midway he abandoned giving me oral and allowed me to service him.  And then it was time to get him to roll over and for me to pull his cheeks apart and to get him seriously wet.

I was struck by how good the musk from his ass was; he was clearly cleaned out (the minute I smell any fecal odor it's over...)  The aroma makes you "dive in" and keep going back for more.  His cooing and moaning was the primary incentive, however, and made me determined to keep at it until my tongue needed a rest.

Following rimming I usually like to lie back with the guy and make out some more; good sex (for me) is about being leisurely and savoring each part of the experience -- otherwise it gets mechanical.

This time he crouched over me to insert my cock into himself; he gave it a good effort with just spit, but being super tight he needed to grab some lube to slicken up me and to wet himself.  And then after the initial entry he eased down onto it bit by bit.  His face was a mixture of pleasure and grimace; he indicated it had been since our last encounter for him to get fucked.  He rode up and down on my cock, but I always get nervous as I know two guys who have had their cocks severely injured (and been unable to use them) as a result of a bottom riding them.  So, while I really wanted him to both loosen up and to enjoy it, I was carefully monitoring that he leaned toward and not away from me.  Now I want to be clear that I too was mostly seriously enjoying how it felt.

He dismounted and then we alternated between him on his side (where I got past the curve in his intestines known as the "second hole") and him laying flat.  Each guy is configured a bit differently (as you learn trying to enter him) and I find while the side position is my favorite, to stay in required him leaning away from me, and I really get into fucking when I can hug the guy to my chest to move back and forth in him.)  I was definitely enjoying the feeling of my cock head against the walls of his ass, and loosening him up further as I pushed into him from different positions.  The best part -- and the greatest incentive was listening him moan in pleasure saying "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Fuck!"  We were at it a long time, but unfortunately he doesn't seem to remember to fuck back against me and I wasn't getting the sensation in the head of my cock needed to cum, so I eased out and we proceeded to make out some more and intensely stroked each other's cocks.  I was starting to feel really good and could tell I'd likely get eventually there, but I felt him start to get severely hard and his balls were tight so I knew he was ready.   He then grabbed his own cock and started to furiously stroke and I crouched down and waited; his face was tight, his eyes steely, and his breathing heavy as he began to spurt.  An initial stream hit his stomach but I immediately put my mouth over his cock head and took the rest of his load, licked up what was on his stomach, and pulled up to kiss him.  He was initially hesitant but then let go and got into it.  Years ago I had a bottom who shared he loved everyone else's cum but his own, so I got the initial reluctance.

We continued making out, but I could tell the moment for me to possibly cum had passed.  I absolutely cannot cum on demand, and as I get older I realize just to cum isn't what good sex is about.  It's the feeling, the touch, the tasting, the aroma, and the experiencing the joy of being with another man and getting him off.  I didn't cum the last two times after having bred him during our initial hook up, but that was okay.  I clearly had a fine time and got my fix of human touch.



Saturday, January 20, 2024

Hirsuite

This terribly cute young bear came on to me on-line for most of this past summer.  It was mostly pleasantries for weeks, making idle chitchat asking me how I was, commenting on the weather, and similar bromides. His profile is vanilla lite, and he came across as terribly innocent. I responded back pleasantly, but wasn't quite getting his deal and was a bit bored.  And then, in October I realized that he'd opened up to me a gallery of his pics, which are hardly innocent.  So, I replied back with two pics of my own, prompting him to respond I could do whatever I wanted with him, and asking when I was free.

I don't host, so I imagined that might shut down the conversation.  He's partnered but in an open relationship.  And, I was very pleased that he could host.  All the vibes were good, so I accepted his invitation.

His house is a haul to get to from my place, and a bit of a pain involving curvy roads and steep hills.  I pulled up to a new, nondescript house (recently housing development.)  I texted my arrival and he ushered me inside.  Once in I was blown away:  floor to ceiling oil portraits, collections of modern and depression glass and serious antiques.  Additionally, though the house is actually the size of a large garden apartment, it is antiseptically clean; it was clear that they have help (he later confirmed that he and his partner have a cleaner come in once a week.) This guy is a midlevel government lab scientist, so I figured his partner is hauling in the big bucks (he's an antique dealer, so he must be a serious antique dealer.)  After quickly admiring his home, he brought me into the master bedroom.

I must admit, it always leaves me queasy fucking a guy in the bed in which he sleeps with his partner, but it was his choice.  He'd assured me in advance that we wouldn't need to be concerned about being interrupted, though there is always that nagging fear.  But I pulled him to me and we began intense kissing.  I placed me hands under his tee shirt to grasp his bare back and he then stepped back and pulled it off revealing quarter sized nipples surrounded by a forest of hair.  He's hairy all over, including his shoulders and back:  HOT.  He also has a roll that hangs a bit but he wears it well.  I proceeded to strip and we were both rigid hard, but his cock is distinctly small:  <4", his major drawback.  I embraced him and placed my cock under his balls and we resuming making out, with me grasping both our cocks and rubbing them together.  Clearly he was feeling it and he dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock with gusto.

Not being a big fan of standing while I am getting sucked, I took his hand and led him to the (his/their) bed. We made out for a length of time with my hands wandering up and down his body; his nipples are super sensitive, so discovering that I sucked them while stroking him, but was careful to do so in moderation, so that each time I returned I was greeted with a soft gasp as he sucked in air.  Interestingly, he saves his armpits and balls; I am guessing the partner complains about short hairs in his teeth.  As I bent down to suck his cock he apologized saying that while he gets hard, but due to his allergy medication he rarely comes while having sex.   I proceeded to give him a proper blow job and soon had him thrashing, which I always find a great reward.  He was certainly leaking like crazy.

While on-line after agreeing to come over, it was clear he wanted to get fucked.  I gently pushed him onto his stomach and proceeded to pull his hairy, meaty cheeks aside:  clearly he has a shower nozzle as he was as clean as a whistle, but like his pits, disappointingly no musk.  Nonetheless I worked my tongue along his taint and into him eliciting the gasps of pleasure I sought.  Once I had him (as well as my beard) thoroughly soaked with spit, I pushed him onto his side, bent his leg and pushed it to his chest, and rubbed my cock up and down his hole and started to push to get inside; he was very tight and and several times I went back to rim him more, finally pushing and my head popping in.  He immediately hissed "big dick."  I let him grow adjusted, and then gradually pushed more; stopped, and pushed a bit more, until I my torso was against his thigh.  And then we began to move together.

At first he was tight as hell, to the point it wasn't very good for either of us, but then he started to gradually loosen up a bit.  For awhile he wanted to be on his stomach, which was fine, but not a position in which I could come.  Eventually I got him back on his side:  the friction was still there, and moving in him I began to feel more of him open up and relax so I began to singlemindedly fuck and then felt my load empty into him.  I have never had volcanic ejaculations, nor to I loudly grunt or yell.  But, an attentive partner can tell from my tensing and the change in my breathing and he was pleased to have brought me there.

While he said he wouldn't be able to cum, I lightly played with his balls and simultaneously stroked and sucked him and saw him get into the groove; he then quickly grasped his cock and began to vigorously stroke and proceeded to spew a huge load across his stomach and chest.  I was surprised and didn't have the presence of mind to lean over and lick him clean before he took a hand towel to wipe himself dry.  At that point he rolled over, glanced at the clock, and said "you won't be late leaving."  I wasn't in a rush, but initially not knowing what was ahead I'd indicated I had two hours; we've been at it for about 90+ minutes.  But, getting the hint I got up, dressed and was ready to leave only asking for a glass of water on the way out (it astonishes me when a host doesn't offer...)  There was some awkwardness at that point, and he began some geeky nervous small talk.  Knowing when to leave, and worried that in fact his partner could walk in, I headed out.  

I've gotten periodic messages from him and we did have an encore (to be described in another entry. ) But the holiday season came and left and then I had a business trip on the other coast.  We have expressed a mutual interest in an upcoming repeat.



Saturday, September 30, 2023

English Gent

Several months ago, I was on a business trip to Florida and put up at an upscale resort.  Quite nice, but the trip was also quite short. Upon arriving while I was spent from having traveled all day, I logged into see what the local manscape was looking like.  It being Florida, there were ample options, though where I was located was a bit removed.

This one fine fit looking guy from England hit me up.  We went back and forth and he was hungry to connect, but I begged off indicating I was too beat to put in a good performance.  We logged off with the mutual invitation to check in the next day.

My next day was filled with information dump meetings and I was pretty whipped and then had to attend a herd corporate dinner, fortunately at the hotel.  During my break between the meetings and dinner I found the Brit hitting me up on two different sites.  We chatted back and forth, and he was pleasantly persistent.  I wasn't going to be free till 9 p.m. and he had work very early in the morning.  I expected him to beg off with regrets, but he indicated that he thought, even if a short time that he was certain hooking up with me promised to be a good time. 

When I returned from dinner, he was online and quickly responded when I logged back on; it required him cleaning out and then heading to the hotel, but he was willing. Entrance to the hotel required my giving him my full name to get through the guard booth to park, which I wasn't wild about sharing, but did some quick math on the likely risk and decided to give it to him.

Around 9:30 there was a gentle knock on my suite's door and opened it to find a smiling, very handsome guy in his late 50s/early 60s.  Quite fit with an engaging demeaner.  Once in we exchanged pleasantries each sizing each other up and embraced and started kissing.  I was wearing just a robe and he groped me as I cupped his ass in my hands.  

We entered the bedroom and he shed his flip flops, shorts and polo shirt.  A nice dusting of hair across his body, broad shoulders, and the fitness of someone who takes regular exercise.  Woof. We embraced again, I dropped my robe and his large cock was fully erect as was mine.  We did the holding our cocks together play while making out. 

Soon we were on the bed; he sucked my cock with gusto and then I pulled him up again to make out.  I spooned with him and had my cock under his balls while he bent back his head to kiss.  It was fine.  But he was there to get fucked, so bent down to make love to his significant cock, which I thoroughly enjoyed throating him till his pubes were soaked.  I then pushed him flat on the bed and spread his legs apart.

This guy has a perfect ass.  Smaller, firm, well rounded.  He smelled clean so I pulled his ass cheeks apart and gave him a thorough rimming.  Ongoing pleasurable moans emerged that were an ongoing incentive to keep going.  Soon my beard as well his ass were saturated with spit and his musk.  I'd been tongue fucking him and now it was time for me to enter him.  

We began with him on his stomach, but then I pulled him up somewhat.  He went into the doggy position, and I gamely played along, but that's not a position in which I perform well.  Next we went to him on his side, and he was trying to please me, but I could tell it was not his favorite.  

He encouraged me to get him on his back and quickly raised his well-muscled legs.  Most guys quickly get tired in this position, but it was no challenge for this stud.  I entered him and his eyes gleamed as he panted with pleasure as I moved in and out of him.  I'd not known if he was open to my cumming in him, but as we kept at it in a very soft voice be began to repeatedly whisper "breed me; please breed me."  With that the switch went on in my brain and I began to spurt into him.  He glowed with pleasure.

After he lowered his legs I wanted to suck him off.  He didn't rush, but I'd given him more than enough, and he said that he really had to leave.  He'd have been able to hang the night before, but he genuinely had to get up brutally early.  So, he swung off the bed, climbed into his clothes, kissed me at the door, and left with my load in his guts and his musky scent in my mustache and beard.

Experiences like this are rare. This was a quality horn dog with whom I immediately relaxed and got into it.  And, while it was < than an hour, and a one-time hook up, it was a great time.

Thursday, September 28, 2023

Buzz Kill

So, I had an encore visit with the young cub.  It was a pretty tedious experience.

He was very eager and had been messaging me since we hooked up about when I'd be free, did I like his ass, did it feel good, how much he enjoyed my cock, how he'd been tingling the next day.  Very flattering, but a bit too needy.

Well I'd planned to go back and imagined if I could get him to relax it might be a better time (for me.) So once we got inside, he wanted to head right inside his bedroom, but was also focused on standing up to kiss.  As an initial greeting yes; for a minute or two mixed in with preliminary groping, yes.  Not for an eternity.  I encouraged him to strip and I proceeded to the same.  As I am considerably taller my hard cock wouldn't fit under his balls.  His cock is much much smaller than mine, and it wasn't totally hard anyway, so that left out grasping our cocks together while kissing.  So, directed him to lay down with me.

He immediately rolled over and presented his ass.  I did want a bit of foreplay, first as I like to lead up to rimming and penetrating the other guy.  I actually enjoy hugging and rubbing against each other and kissing.

Standing or laying down, the kissing was the first issue:  again the frantic stabbing of his tongue in and out of my mouth.  It was seriously irritating so I kindly advised him to relax:  "suck my tongue; I'll suck your tongue; we will touch our tongues together."  Cripes.

Then he was grasping my cock and, again frantically, jerking it.  Nothing pleasant about that; it was close to hurting.  I needed to advise him "gentle please."

Our previous encounter he'd said he was sorry he hadn't gotten to sucking my cock,  When I encouraged him to spoon with me as part of the warm up he immediately assumed I wanted to go in so I asked "didn't you want to suck my cock."  He started pistoning his head up and down at it in an alarming and uncomfortable fashion and I again had to firmly direct him "gentle".  At this point he was getting irritated with being told to slow down; I was irritated that he wasn't getting the need to respond to your partner.

So I decided to get to the main course.  His ass, is large but firm and nicely rounded, but it was hard as hell to get my tongue into him.  And, while definitely clean, he gives off more of a mildew than musky aroma.  I felt obligated to rim him but wasn't enjoying it. (Remember, this guy also doesn't like to get his cock sucked, or for you to stroke it.)  Again, there was no response.  He'd advised me during our earlier hook up that he doesn't respond during sex (that sort of kills your motivation.)  Any other guy would be responding pleasurably to your licking his asshole and sticking your tongue into it. He'd thoughtfully not worn deodorant, but there was zero musk coming from his pits, which was a disappointment. I quickly stopped and decided to get to the main subject.  This had become a chore.  

The last time I'd just used spit and felt lube was in order; tops get rub burn as well.  I'd brought some with me as he has gross Astroglide  (no, I didn't criticize his lube. but he seemed quite disappointed that I wanted to use lube.)  As it was he was tight and hard as hell to get into.  I tried with him on his stomach but I think the size of his ass was preventing effective penetration, so while I thought I was in, I asked him to get on his side and to pull up his thigh at which point I pushed in.  He wanted my cock balls deep, which I did, and I started to get into long strokes.  I ask him to turn a bit and then he was complaining that it was hitting the curve in his guts in that position; he wanted me to resume him being totally on my side.

He whined he wanted all of it (how the hell do I fuck you if my cock is all the way inside you; it requires withdrawing a bit to fuck.)  He immediately starting fucking me back with his ass, which was okay but again, frantic.  I asked him to let me do the fucking, which offended him.  (You can see where this is going.)  So, he petulantly was lying there and not being very responsive but started to beg me to breed him. 

First of all, it totally jams my head when a guy starts to chant: cum in me/breed me.  When we're in a mutual rhythm and both totally into the groove, he's responding and we are both enjoying it, it usually happens in due course.  I take a while to get there, but I also try to respond to the bottom, and check periodically that he's not getting tired or sore. But when he's into you and you're into him, and you're both totally immersed in the experience, the cum will spurt out of my cock in due course (often I am holding back because I want the other guy to feel satisfied and to feel he got a proper fuck.)

Guys who I've really enjoyed (like the Hairy Arab) have kept me from cumming by prematurely (pardon the pun) pushing me to cum.  This has also happened with some other guys I've been really into. There have also been other hook ups where I've faked just to be able to exit a suddenly tedious scene (despite the fantasies created by porn, few guys feel your cum actually spurting; those with greater experience sometimes will feel the throbbing of your cock.)  There is simply a time, when the guy is making it clear he's almost there, that the bottom should ask to be bred and cheer to the top on; but not before the top has hit his groove.

If I am going to cum while fucking, it requires my cockhead getting a lot of friction; that usually doesn't happen when I am buried balls deep. So, I like to get us both my on our sides, and in a mellow fashion pull back to just inside and work three to five inches in and out of the guy, particularly working his anus. It feels great to work the entrance and most guys love it.  Prior to this experience no guy I've been with didn't enjoy this.  There is an exception to every rule, however, and this guy provided it.  He whined he wanted it deeper (but clearly not so deep that it was pushing past the curve...which other guys typically love.)

At this point I simply wanted it over, but my head wasn't collaborating with my dick.  They need to be in sync because orgasm (for me) requires choreography of mind and body.  I can't cum on command if I am not enjoying it.

During a good connection, I will periodically take a break.  We get sweaty; his prostate is asking for a break; I am over stimulated.  It's usually good:  leisurely kissing, stroking, hugging, spooning. And then we resume and typically I cum pretty quickly after penetrating him again.

Well, this guy seemed to resent my wanting a break.  He then started to interrogate me with questions about my personal life (dude: this is a HOOK UP.  We already went through the preliminaries.  He challenged me because on one site my age was two years younger than another...uh, because some sites don't automatically update, Einstein.)  Btw, this guy has a partner but they are oral only...)  I was laying there and calmly responding trying to not act irritated but I was mostly finding the questions, and him, tedious.

We gave it another try but I pulled out and told him it wasn't going to happen that day.  So I forced small talk, leisurely dressed, and did my best to get out without seeming to rush.  But as I was driving away I was cursing myself for being a goddamned fool once again.  He had walked me out to my car and gave me a tender hug making me wonder whether I hadn't just endured the previous experience.

When I got home he some messages of regret.  I responded graciously, wished he and his partner well.  There were a series of them and I responded kindly to each.  And then decided enough was enough and blocked him, which made me feel a bit shitty, but considering the rash of stalking messages he sent me to get me to agree to connect I was genuinely worried about being stalked.  But, quite simply, I simply need to start employing greater cognitive dissonance.

Saturday, September 23, 2023

Just Spit

There has been a round cub that has been hitting on me on various sites for the past few months.  He's pleasant but very into calling me "sir" which I find unsettling.  I recognize that's a mindset of part of the culture, yet I don't approach hook ups from a hierarchy approach (though while I suck, I do not bottom:  period.)

Okay, back to the event.  So, as you've concluded, I decided to connect with him yesterday. He's got a long-standing relationship with an older guy, but it's only oral (apparently the guy is in another relationship and his partner doesn't allow him to top outside the relationship...hmmm.) Whatever.  The cub has been hungry to bottom again but alleged he hadn't in years.  There was some hesitancy about my size, but he's been very persistent for nearly six months.

We were both free yesterday afternoon and traveled to his apartment. Decent neighborhood but a house cut up into various rabbit warrens that can't be legal (one narrow tested back entrance is his sole access; city code enforcement would shut the landlord down asap.  One more case of my thinking, as I entered the abode:  what the hell are you doing here?)  Microscopic apartment.  

He said he wanted to sit in his living room to chat first, but was very anxious to hug and kiss me once we got inside his place.  Pleasant but one of those over eager kissers that repeatedly forces his tongue in and out of your mouth; relax about it already and just get into the groove and slowly enjoy it!  Clearly a lot of it was nervousness.  

As he pulled off his clothes, I saw that while rotund, he wears his weight well. His body is adorned with a forest of hair:  not dense, but evenly spread across his torso, denser on his chest, stomach and pubes.  I found the hair atop his shoulders and the top of his back hot.  I took my clothes off too and tried to put my throbbing cock under his balls, but my being much taller that didn't work.  Anyway, I soon told him I wanted to enjoy this laying down, so he lead me into his bedroom.  Originally, he's wanted me to fuck him on his couch, which is something I hate, but he quickly agreed to his bedroom (I guess being a "sir" has its benefits.)

He hugged me, resumed that awkward stabbing kissing, and didn't seem to know what to do.  His bod was giving off some starting musk, and I pushed back his arm to find his armpit full of antiperspirant (even worse than deodorant; he apologized saying I hadn't advised him not to wear any:  son, did you read my profile?)  I proceeded to push him to the top of the bed and began to suck his now very erect 5" cock.  He advised me that he doesn't like getting his cock sucked and it would get him soft (?!!!)  So I directed him to roll over and pulled apart his cheeks.  He was definitely clean, but I wasn't getting musk or and inviting odor:  I knew he was clean as he obsessed about cleaning out hours before, and then rinsing once again when I was 40 minutes away.  So, I started to lick his hole, but wasn't getting any energy from him:  he then advised me he doesn't respond during sex:  swell.  Eventually I got my tongue in and while I typically like to really rim the guy, I need some responsiveness and decided it was time to get to the main act.  

I started to rub my cock up and down his crack and to massage his hole with my cock head.  THEN he started to moan, and he was pushing back to meet me. I lifted up, spit repeatedly in my hand and moistened him up and felt the head enter:  he began to moan with more frequency, saying "I'm getting fucked!"  I was in a couple of inches but told him to roll to his side and pull his thigh toward his chest:  he knew the drill and was then pushing back and was fucking back and sighing and crying out with pleasure.  He was super tight, and the friction was intense.  Repeatedly he asked me if it was okay, and if I liked his ass (yes, yes.)  But, in turn, I could feel serious friction and was worried about him getting sore, I kept asking him if he was okay.  He kept panting that it was great and for me not to pull out.  Gradually he loosened a bit but this boy proved to be a power bottom and was fucking me back with gusto, which I absolutely love.  We got into a good rhythm, but I kept thinking I needed some lube (tops can get sore too.)   I saw he had Astroglide but decided that was worse than nothing so I stayed in and as we kept fucking he started to loosen a bit and I could vary my thrusts and moves.  In the back of my mind, I was also concerned whether it might be a mess pulling out as while he cleaned out, I get in deep and past the curve and some guys think they've been thorough in cleaning when they actually haven't been.)  

It was clear I was hitting his prostate regularly: his eyes would bulge open and he's gasp with pleasure.  But eventually I was pulling back to just the head and thrusting all the way in back and forth.  By then he started to just enjoy it, but periodically pushed back. 

I'd been ready to cum a few times but held back, but after a while decided to let it go:  it felt good, but the scene was one where I decided I wanted to wrap things up and get rolling.  He begged me to let him know when I was ready to come and then he pushed back and clamped down when I told him I was there.  It felt great.

We were laying there a bit, but I wasn't finding it comfortable; I knew he wanted me to stay in, but I needed to roll on my side.  He got up and found an enormous puddle of precum where he's been laying and as he stood up and long string of clear precum was coming out of his cock, and it kept streaming.  He was surprised and amazed, so I pointed out that I'd been repeatedly hitting his prostate. Fortunately, he wasn't bleeding; there was no blood on my cock: whew!

He left and came back with paper towels (yuck) and handed me one as he wiped at this butt; buzz kill (cripes, at least wet them.)  Normally I like to lie with guy and stroke his bod and kiss and make small talk, but instead I rolled off the bed and started to get dressed, saying I needed to get out of his hair.  The scene was now seeming awkward.  He, however, was in a glow, dressed, kissed and hugged me and walked me out to my car.

I got several messages afterwards; wanting reassurance I liked his ass, and saying he wants it again soon.  Despite the initial awkwardness, I think he'd be more relaxed in an encore, and he's know not to wear deodorant.  Seems like another round is in order.


Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Pungent Arab

 Among my tastes I do have a thing for Arabs; I find them very handsome, and I particularly like hairy ones.  Fairly recently I was hit on by a relatively younger guy, from the Middle East.  He came onto me on one of the sites and we went back and forth and one Saturday when I was horned up I accepted his invite to hook up.  He lives in an older city with which I am not that familiar driving and GPS had me meandering all over it on various freeways (I later found a direct and infinitely shorter route) but eventually I found myself in a modest working-class neighborhood. 

As I climbed the stairs to his house and entered, he was oddly animated.  As it was, he realized we'd hooked up many years before (yes, he was pretty young, but of legal age) in a different city very far away, which neither of us figured out on-line (but where you're usually communicating through cock and ass shots in many respects.)  I was incredibly surprised as his now ending up near me seemed like one in a million chance.

We were, however, meeting for a purpose, and soon got to it.  He's Reubenesque:  a bigger fellow who carries it well with a large but firm belly. Thick black hair, typical Arab goatee.  As we stripped and fell onto the bed to make out, and while immaculately clean, a powerful musk came off of him.  Some guys stink, some guys' scent is like ambrosia.  This guy's is the latter.  I immediately pushed back his arm and started to lick and suck his pits alternating between them and his large dark brown nipples.

He has a big cock framed by a rich forest of pubes and it was a pleasurable challenge to suck, with clear precum oozing out of its slit.  That eventually led me to his taint and his hole.  One of the great things about Arabs is their anal hygiene is typically great, and with great pleasure I started to lick his hole, eventually getting it relaxed enough to get my tongue in.  Soon I was alternating between sucking his cock and rimming him, to the point where he was hungry to get fucked.  

As he was wet with my spit, I eased by cock into him; it didn't occur to me to ask if I needed to suit up.  It was a long passionate fuck with ample moaning and sighing and eventually me spurting into him.  As I eased out, we rolled onto our backs and made small talk catching up.  He is now married to another guy who is older and only likes oral, so when his husband is traveling on business, he goes online looking for a tune up.  He rolled onto his side to check his phone, to text his man who was en route home from a trip.  Freaked out I jumped up to leave but the Arab pulled me back saying he was a hour away.  He wanted more and I was soon back in him.  As I get older, I rarely come twice in a short period of time, but the guy's scent and his overall appeal had me soon shooting another load into him.

I got dressed to leave and he kissed me, anxious to connect again.  At that point I was hustling as encountering the husband of the guy leaking my seed and of whose scent I reeking wasn't a scene I wanted to experience.  As I was leaving he indicated he usually insists on condoms only.  Oops.

We've hooked up a few times since; and we've played bare.  But, I've then gotten a series of panicked messages from him afterwards wanting me to reassure him that I am, in fact, neg, which is tedious as that's what I've assured him.  While I understand his concern, he really needs to get on prep.  Even if he otherwise insists on condoms, they do occasionally break (it's happened to me twice, and on another hook up the condom came off with the bottom frantically going into the bathroom to shit it out (worrying about my cum at that point was secondary.)  Anyway, I am clearly not the only wick this guy is dipping. 

I periodically see the young Arab online and we banter.  He's more cautious about hosting or I guess the husband isn't traveling so often.  A few recent times he's wanted to connect on very specific dates and times, but I wasn't available myself.  So it goes.  We both like each other outside of sex, so it would be nice to see him period.  But, I'd really like to get back into his pants and to get my face and beard back in his armpits.


Friday, September 8, 2023

Risky Business

Just a week ago I got hit on by a guy who has messaged me several times on that site before.  An older guy whose stats I liked and I got a good vibe and he wanted to bottom.  He indicated that he's a doctor and could then host at his office as it was closed.  Normally that's a scene in which I wouldn't be interested, but horniness overcame caution and basic logic, so I agreed to meet him as it's in a good neighborhood about 30 minutes from me.

When I pulled up to the address, I found a medical complex.  He was in his car and assured me no one was there and used his swipe card to get us inside. It is quite a labyrinth and we walked past a nurses' station and intake area.  We went to his very small office with two typical office chairs and I asked whether he was planning to play on the floor (which I absolutely hate.)  He indicated we were going to an exam room.  

At this point I was pretty weirded out, but figured that the train had left the station so I was committed to the journey.  I asked if we could not use the overhead and he said we could just leave the door open, which let in sunlight from windows in the hallway.  He stripped off his polo shirt and shorts, and wearing sandals and going commando was soon naked.  Then he pulled me to him to passionately make out and grope me.  I got into the act and pulled off my tee shirt and dropped my shorts and jockeys prompting him to drop to his knees to suck me with gusto.  At a certain point I pulled him up so that I could get in on the action and started to suck his now throbbing cock, which is a good size.  

Soon he was leaning against the exam table and I was rimming his clean, but slightly musky ass.  While I enjoyed rimming him the position was uncomfortable kneeling on the exam room floor.  He stood up, pulled me up and started making out with me again, and said he wanted to straddle my cock with me sitting in one of the room's chairs.  As a rule, I don't enjoy getting straddled but didn't see an alternative.  He eased down and was really enjoying my cock; I had to push my hands down on his thighs so that I could thrust up instead of getting ridden (which scares the hell out of me as I know guys who have had their cocks permanently damaged that way.)  His ass was loosening and it was feeling decent to good, but after a bit I told him the position was pretty uncomfortable, so he said to move to the exam table.

At first, he was standing leaning against the table.  I got in but it was an uncomfortable angle and I hate standing up to fuck.  Finally, I asked him to get up on the table and pushed him flat on his stomach and climbed up to get on top of him.  I now was able to get fully into him and to build up a good rhythm.  That position was better than before and not great and I decided if I felt the orgasm approaching not to hold back; fortunately, it soon built and I was then pulsing into him.

After we got up he kissed me, grabbed some paper towels to wipe his ass, and then handed me a bunch to wipe my cock.  Then he walked buck naked into his office to check his phone for any messages.  I dressed and asked to use a bathroom and still naked directed me down the hallway.  At that point I just wanted to leave; mission accomplished but a strange and unsettling scene.  By the time I was finished he'd pulled on his shorts and was cleaning up the exam room.  He stopped and walked me to door, pulled me in to kiss me and said let's do this again, and I left.

I went and did some errands and began to reflect on the experience.  A medical complex of that size must have 24-hour surveillance and likely keeps video recordings.  Surely there were cameras outside the building as well as inside recording the activity in the hallways as well as the parking lot (surely not the exam room, but dumb luck had prompted me to ask not to have the lights on.)  My own presence in the building wasn't an issue as he'd brought me in, but his letting someone in on the weekend, and then walking around in the hallway naked was incredibly reckless.  It was also a small miracle no one else entered the building while we were there.

When guys approach me online who are interested in public sex I always turn them down flat out:  risks like that don't give me a thrill; I don't want to get arrested.  But thinking back on it, this was pretty close.  I haven't seen him online since and wonder if there were repercussions.