Sunday, July 22, 2018

Uncomfortable Positions

Yesterday I succumbed to the ongoing -- pretty relentless, frankly-- entreaties of a guy to connect.  He's young, and actually far fitter and cuter than his pictures and my sense is that his sole goal is to dip as many wicks as he can.  I don't think it was my personality that prompted his ongoing interest but instead my dick pics.

Anyway, he's been very persistent and he has attempted to arrange hook ups several times.  Yesterday I decided to give it a try as he appeared to be close and a fun sounding horn dog.

Well, he lives in one of those horrible apartment complexes where everything is numbered in some arcane way which makes finding a unit like engaging in differential equations and then the apartment numbering is different, and when you've scaled a series of stair landings you then discover that even is on one side and odd is on the other and you need to descend and rehike.  Of course, he lived at the top level on the odd side.

Add to this an apartment complex, next to several other apartment complexes (a given street number easily leads you to the wrong complex) with absolutely no parking.  This necessitated finding on street parking and then taking a serious hike and attempting to navigate all the jumbled units.  Frankly I honestly don't know why I kept up with the effort, other than I'd pissed away so much time starting.

I arrived and he is seriously cute.  But he said he wanted to play in his living room on the couch as he was cleaning up his room.  Okay, he's married to another guy and gets action on the side. I get not wanting to fuck in the bed in which he is mounted by his partner, but I would have liked forewarning.  Suffice it to say I hate arriving somewhere, when some horn dog has been begging to be fucked and then told we need to have sex on the floor or some narrow couch.

We began on the narrow couch; it made getting the appropriate angle for me to get my cock in his hole difficult and resulted in unintentional pulling out when we moved. He has a lovely ass and a very fine, thick and pretty cock and I really was looking forward to sucking till he came.  His ass was lovely and edible (however, he did use some gross fake watermelon tasting douche.)  He was enjoying the length and width of my dick, but I don't enjoy one foot on the floor and a folded leg while fucking a guy, so finally we got on the floor.

While carpeted, the floor was hard as hell.  Besides focusing on the discomfort to my knees and elbows, I was also getting carpet burns.  I pulled out and said it wasn't working.  We gave it another minute on the couch and I pulled out and said "this isn't working".

Most other times I've put up with this shit; but frankly I don't enjoy uncomfortable sex.  I like to be relaxed; I like to be able to explore the other guy.  And I like to comfortably move around and give him a good fucking based on responding to his reactions to my thrusts.  Yesterday wasn't good from many perspectives, particularly when he said "it would be great if you could come in the next five minutes".  Sorry, that isn't how it works dude.

When you snake around you need to deal with the consequences.  This sucked quite frankly:  alot of effort and inconvenience.  While  a pretty young ass, he proved to be a pretty young ass in the figurative sense.

Lately I've had a lot of guys wanting to meet up at a hot tub place:  no.  Fucking on raw concrete?  "oh, I'll bring a towel..."  No thanks.  Of course, then there was the guy I used to fuck on his office floor; talk about tacky and uncomfortable.  I don't want to fuck in your garage; I don't want to fuck in your friend's house while he watches; I sure as hell don't want to fuck in a public park or in a parked car.  Cripes.

I am at a point where I'd simply rather jerk off than consider many offers.  If someone is inviting you to hook up make sure that besides cleaning out properly that they have a bed and welcome you in it to fuck.

postcript:  I got home and he'd sent some flaming, snarky messages about my not showing before I'd arrived.  Tip gents:  give explicit directions, particularly when you live in some Soviet style apartment complex.

Monday, July 2, 2018

Gingerbread

Yes, it's been eons since I've chronicled my adventures.  No, I didn't join a monastery.  Life is busy and I have to be inspired by something noteworthy to write.  Hence, I am back today.

It's been severely hot, and that doesn't particularly inspire me to go out on the man hunt.  While I have been on the sites "window shopping" nothing was necessarily motivating me lately to overcome my inertia and go out.  But, it cooled down considerably today and my libido went up.  Also, during week days guys are more task oriented and there is less tiring message "ping pong" on the sites (like "Hi", followed by "How are you doing?"  "Hot enough for you?"  I've got to admit after a couple of these I respond:  "what's on your mind?"  The dance of seven veils type of messaging works my last nerve.)

Anyway, today I saw a quick connect ad and the thumbnail of the guy was very cute; then I read the screen name and was reminded of a guy on a few other sites with whom I've exchanged messages over the last 7 or so months.  Super good looking, super horny, and if he was to be believed super piggy.  But, people often are looking for shock impact in their profiles. 

I responded to his quick connect ad and got a cryptic response; then doing some math I wrote him on another site and got an immediate response (helps that one's responses there aren't limited by paying for membership.)  Usually unable to host today he was, and he had a definite itch he wanted scratched.  After a couple of messages I was imagining that it might have flake potential and then the next thing I knew was that I had his address and apartment number:  he wanted to be bred and told me the door would be unlocked and he'd be waiting naked with his ass in the air.

This guy lives amazingly close to me so I was there pronto and walking in he was just what I imagined.  Nice body, short cut, receding ginger hair, and nicely shaped ass bared to the door.  I walked in and quietly dropped my gear and stripped.  I saw the lube on the nearby table and could see that he expected a quick hump and dump.  But I had other ideas.  I knelt in front of his ass and then seriously started to eat it.  He started seriously moaning; not in some obnoxious fake porn flick fashion, but genuine purring satisfaction.  His hole was nice and clean and already lubed (coconut flavored, in fact) but I wanted none of that and worked to eat and tongue fuck him and then started to lick his taint.  I could tell this wasn't what he was expecting and he gave into the pleasure.

Soon I was licking his balls and massaging the head of his cock which started to leak precum.  I pulled his cock up and found while small, it has a nice meaty foreskin and pleasant width.  I went back to eating his hole and then started to slide my cock up and down the crack of his ass and to massage his hole with my cock head and gently press but not entirely penetrate, pulling back to eat his ass some more.  And, then, I pressed in with my cock half out started to gradually fuck him, pulling out again to eat his ass, and then reentering and slowly pressing forward until I was balls deep.  He was responding and clearly loving it, and I started to give him a serious fuck; it was clear we weren't going to need lube.  I was massaging his nipples and licking the inside of his ear and he turned his head back to kiss, and we repeatedly kissed as I alternated between long and short strokes inside his ass.

We were in his spare room (okay, clearly he has a partner/which he makes clear in his ads and wasn't going to play in the bed that they sleep in --integrity points--) and we were on a small leatherette love seat.  Now I hate fucking on the floor, but I hate fucking crouched with one foot on the floor more, so then I expressed the first words of the moment by saying "can we move to the floor?"  He responded "whatever you want". I eased out and we moved to the floor and then he went down my my cock for a long time; he was clearly enjoying that his wasn't just a hump and dump.  And I went at his cock which is sweet/his balls are compact and nicely sized.  We fucked for a long time with him on his back which allowed us to make out and then I got him on his side for deeper penetration which allowed us to keep kissing.  I'd been close several times but he started to fuck me back with his ass as I was thrusting into him and as we exchanged spit he could feel I was getting close and was stoked as I came into him.   

I assumed it would be a get up and get awkwardly dressed after cumming session, but he wanted to tenderly make out for a protracted time, which was lovely.  Without exchanging words I gently pressed him down and proceeded to give him a serious blow job, playing with his ass and taking a fingertip of my cum and pressing it into his mouth.  His cock grew seriously hard --about five inches, but a nice girth and then the orgasm slowly started to come on him and I kept at it as he seriously spurted into my mouth.  I knew to stop, rest, and then lightly trace my fingertips on his balls.    While not large it looks great between his legs soft as well as hard, and he has a genuinely impressive foreskin that accents it well.

Again I thought it would be over, but he wanted to leisurely make out.  It was great and this is one seriously handsome guy with a beautiful trimmed beard, blazing blue eyes, and amazing eye lashes.

At the outset he'd wanted me to pee in his mouth when I was done, but the guy kept me seriously aroused so that I was at best half hard when I dressed to leave.  He'd gotten a call and indicated it was work, but perhaps he had round two lined up.  Whatever, it was a great time.  It was definitely worth the deferred gratification.

Monday, January 1, 2018

Total Immersion

There is a local fellow, exceedingly discreet, with whom I have hooked up twice in the last two months.   I don't know what specifically made each of us agree to connect as we'd know idea what we both looked like before meeting (other than sharing snaps of the goodies...)

When I arrived at his place I found him warm and friendly, and soft and round, but in a good way.  His engaging smile and enthusiasm made me feel immediately welcome, comfortable, and relaxed. I knew it was going to be a good time.

He is a passionate kisser, and I think he would have been good to do just that alone; frankly I was enjoying it so much I could have made a meal out of just making out with him.  It was clear he was thirsty for touch and was feeling totally at ease with me.  Of course things progressed rapidly and we stripped off our clothes and he eagerly dropped to his knees and started to suck my cock.  It was nice and I pulled him up after awhile to stick my tongue in his mouth and then, as simply courtesy demands, I dropped to my knees to suck his.

His cock isn't particularly large, but nor is it microscopic.  Dark, nested in dense mass of pubes, probably 5", very throatable and very easy to  massage with my tongue and lips to elicit ongoing coos of appreciation.    But I wanted to get into a horizontal zone, so I led him to the bed.

I knew this guy was in for a leisurely lengthy session, so I pushed him back and resumed our making out, pushing his arms back to lick his pits, suck his nipples and to move south gradually making my way back to his crotch, but deliberately ignoring his cock and gently sucking his balls and then licking south under them down to his hole.  His breathing and grunts let me know this was definitely working for him.  But, not wanting to move too rapidly I kept pulling off and crawling back to make out with him while foundling his balls and lightly stroking his dick, massaging under the head with my index finger:  precum began to flow, so I tested the waters by scooping some with my finger to rub on his lips:  he was in/he sucked my finger into his mouth, so I swooped down, licked his piss slit dry and then crawled back to insert my tongue in his mouth.  It was becoming evident we were going all the way.

Pushing him onto his stomach I massaged his shoulders and licked down the fold of his back to his ass and pulling his cheeks apart I began to rim him.  It was nice and moist and easily yielded to my tongue. I was definitely tongue fucking him at this point and he was getting really saturated with my spit. I rose up, made out with him and then began rubbing my cock up and down the crease in his butt and massaged his hole with the head of my cock, partially penetrating him.  I then asked if he could get fucked after cumming or would he be too sensitive.  After assuring me that he could keep going I rolled him over, and started to work his cock with my mouth and hand, gently pushing on his anus with the thumb of my other hand and he was soon spurting his load into my mouth.  It genuinely tasted good, and to further test where we were going I spit some into my hand and massaged it on his hole, and then pressed my mouth to his:  he was into it and we traded it back and forth.  I then knew I wanted to fully engage.

Getting him on his side, I rubbed my cock up and down his crack, patiently rested its head against his hole and very gradually pushed and penetrated him, slowly spreading him open and easing into him.  There were no grimaces or groans of discomfort --he was pushing back to meet me as I eased forward.  When my pubes were against his ass after determining he was in a good place I began to move in him; actually we began to move and we were both totally immersed in the action and kept at it for awhile, changing positions, making out during and during the periods   I asked if he wanted lube but he indicated he was wet enough and not at all sore, so I withdrew and ate him some more.  He kept asking me how I wanted him and for the most part he was in his side with his thigh pulled up so I could gently penetrate and withdraw from him, and occasionally give him full length thrusts that went up to the curve in his colon. While in him I was able to lick the inside of his ears, suck his lobes, make out with him and suck the back of his neck and also work his cock and play with his balls. Finally from his responses I had found the best place for my cock to massage his prostate, and working that I got into the zone and my load began to pulse into him. 

Later he said he could feel the throbbing of my cock; we laid there a bit and as I grew a bit softer and eased out he swooped down to begin sucking my still wet cock.  Okay I thought, let's do it, and after he'd groomed my crotch I pushed him onto his stomach and started to eat his ass.  It was yeasty with the smell of my load and I pushed my tongue into him as far as I could and massaged his ass and I repeated pushed my tongue back and forth into him.  As I pulled my wet face from his ass he gladly started to make out with me again and we explored each others' mouths with our tongues.  We rested on our sides, mutually stroking our cocks, and then I entered him again.  We got into a very long, very mellow and relaxed rhythm, with ongoing gentle fucking and making out.  I took the time to slowly probe deeply in him to find the positions we hadn't tried and the spots inside him not already worked sufficiently.  It was nice and warm and fun and we both were studying each other and smiling and making out and totally lost in the experience.  And, I did manage to give him another load.

Well, it was clear from the ongoing change in how the light was moving in his bedroom that time had passed; we'd been at it steadily for nearly two and a half hours.  We allowed ourselves not to rush after I came again:  I wrapped my arms around him, massaged his pecs and nipples and stomach, gently played with his cock and we made out.  Then finally we decided we were both spent and I dressed and he walked me to the door.

We have connected again (this time only one load a piece) but the holidays have gotten in the way of our next connection.  But then, deferred gratification will only enhance the experience when we get together again.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Wildly Impulsive

Usually I am pretty level headed, cautious, and selective...

And, having been out on an earlier adventure this morning, one would imagine I'd be sated.  But on my ipad I had a message on one of the sites.  I'd recognized the writer as an interesting and exotic member.  Tall, whippet thin, late thirties, French.  Darkly handsome --chiseled features, thick eyebrows, deep dark eyes; aloof demeanor photo, big dick, hard bubble butt.

He left me a message asking if wanted to stop by and fuck him blindfolded and on all fours.  No back and forth; refreshingly direct.

But after that was a bit of ping pong, and then the server for the site went out.  Eventually I got the address -- a dangerously convenient 5 minute drive away.

I went through that, "you're being really stupid and reckless" period of doubt, but then found his place in a solid suburban neighborhood.  A hip young adult pad, shared by other roommates.  Clearly he had the place alone today.  I entered his room and there we was on all fours, blindf foldered and wearing a jock strap.  Sinewy thin.

It didn't seem likely I'd get fully hard as I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass, then then he reached out and started to stroke me and I got fully hard.  Not wanting to lose momentum, I pushed straight in, and found a nice very warm, and pleasantly tight (well for a horn dog) ass.

Having cum earlier I wasn't imagining I'd get the friction going, especially since he'd used a helluva lot of lube before fucking himself with a dildo.  But it felt great and I noticed that although very clean, musk was coming from under his pits, which  is an incredible turn on for me(if the scenario had been different I would have flipped him over and sucked out both pits; instead I reached in and noticing they were wet sniffed my fingers and savored his aroma.) After a brief time I felt the load spurting into him.  And, then I did what the fantasy called for:  I got up, dressed, patted him on the ass, and walked out.  Not a word was exchanged.

Well, I got home, tapped him a thanks message and got several back telling me how horny he still was.  It was clear he was hinting that he wanted to get fucked some more.  While I didn't have much time but I had the opportunity and thought I should seize it.

It was nice and I gave him quite a fucking, alternating between a few inches in and full cock thrusts.  Early on another load almost came out, but it was clear the position was bothering his legs and he needed to move.  After that the spell was broken:  he had the heat seriously cranked, I was still wearing a sweatshirt, and I was aware that the sand was running out of my hourglass.  Also, I simply don't like doggy as a rule:  I far prefer the guy flat on the mattress or on his side with his thigh pulled up.  I pulled out a few times sensing he was getting sore and tried drying my cock to go back in to get some more friction.  The load was close but elusive.  After 20 more minutes I imagined I'd scratched his itch sufficiently, so I eased out, gave his ass a peck, pulled on my jeans and shoes, patted him on the back and quietly left.

He's sent me three messages back since I got home, so guess he enjoyed it; I sure as hell did.  Encore!

Friday, December 8, 2017

Manscent

Last weekend I was on line and I got hit on by a guy with whom 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 and a lovely smile so actually very very attractive.   Passionate 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 load 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 wet 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 is 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.