Thursday, August 16, 2012

Cum in Me!

The Arab and I have kept missing each other. He has a house guest who is inconveniently present whenever I happen to be available.  Today, however, he invited him to go out for awhile (directed him, probably) as we both had a hiatus when we were free this afternoon.  He's traveling out of the area for a week, so I wanted to make sure I availed myself of this small window of opportunity:  my colleagues were astonished when I walked out, only 5 minutes after work offically ended (despite arriving my usual 35 to 45 minutes early:  but then, those who watch never note when you arrive early...that's a granted, even when they usually arrive late or exactly on time.  But, I digress...)

I arrived at his place and the door was locked; he was in the shower cleaning out.  This was a nip and tuck afternoon/he had some fancy dinner he was going to that meant we'd need to be task oriented.  Nonetheless, we leisurely made out when I arrived and then he dropped to his knees and gave me concentrated head.  Sex is so much better when it's passionate and you aren't nagged toward the end objective.

Without nagging each other we were mindful of our time constraints. However, that made us seemingly unconcerned about the time.  However, wanting to reach the end objective, after some mutual sucking I pushed him back on the bed and started to eat his ass.

It's cute, but a bit distracting as when he's enjoying it he barks repeatedly "fuck. Fuck.  Fuck!  FUCK.  FUCK!!!"  He pulled his ass cheeks apart encouraging me to push my tongue deep into him and, so, I did. I wanted to get to the main course, but I also wanted him to really enjoy it.

By this time he was plenty wet, but insisted on lubing my cock and his ass with alot of lube.  And then he straddled and slid down on me.  It went in quickly:  too quickly.  There was NO friction.  He was loving it:  I was apparently regularly hitting his prostate:  watching his eyes roll back and then bulge was great.  Actually I don't like to be ridden, but put up with it because the bottom is supposed to have fun also.  But, it's a position where I can't possibly cum:  probably gravity in action.  I need to be on top (as well as the top) and it needs to spurt down, to work. Then, quite surprisingly, he started to moan how wonderful it would feel if I would shoot in his ass right then.  I was attributing this to his "wish" list.  He was cooing how he needed my cock, how he'd needed to get fucked.

While he has a stupendous house, it was hot as hell.  Sweat was dripping off him, and I was feeling overly warm.  I got him on his stomach and then on his side and then on his side.  Again, he mentioned how he wished I could cum in him.  Then, later, how great it would be to feel my hot load squirting into him.  I was assuming he was meaning, as before, if I gave him a written test result.  But we kept at it; I kept assuming he meant "if".  Suddenly he was crying out "don't concentrate on holding back!  Give me your load!  I want to feel you cum!"  Okay, knock me over with a feather...

At that point there were alot of things going on:
-- I was sorry I'd chosen to rub one out when I woke up, never assuming he'd want me to breed him
-- it was hot as hell, and it's hard for me to cum when I am over heated (and often hard for me to stay hard)
-- there was too much fucking lube on my dick and in his ass and there was no friction.

I kept at it, and kept at it, and kept at it...wanting to mark his ass --finally-- as my territory.  However, it wasn't happening.

Typically he begs me to take a break: tonight he wanted to get fucked, and to get fucked hard and to get continually fucked.  Finally, he mentioned needing a break.  I was relieved, and as I pulled out I wiped the lube off my dick and his ass, advising him he was too wet (and, too loose/it felt like he'd been fucked or used a dildo recently.)  I mentioned it was hot (sweat was dropping off him onto me/I'd normally like that if my dick wasn't overheated) and recognizing my point he dismounted to check the air conditioning. 

We alternated between him riding me and my mounting him with him on his stomach.  He was groanning and moaning and I later learned he'd shot a load while on his stomach as I was fucking him.

I figured it wouldn't happen.  He said, "next time no lube!"  (duh!  If I eat your ass for 15 minutes, and you want me to breed you, good idea...).  He murmurred, "we need a relaxed day when I am off and we can fuck for several hours."  Well, sex is always better when you aren't staring at an hour glass.

I  then wiped off my cock again, and his ass, but pushed him back and told him to lie on his back and to raise his legs.  It was a bit drier, though very wet, but he was loving the angle.  Then I leaned over to kiss him.  We began to passionately kiss as I pistoned in and out of him and then I felt my load rising.  He was begging me to cum, and had been asking why I hadn't, and then I felt it building.   I am not vocal, but I started to sigh, my cock engorged more, and suddenly it was throbbing and a load was spurting into him.  He was both thrilled to see me cum, but simultaneously freaked.  I eased out and saw a transformation across his face: but he began to vigorously stroke and shot an amazing second load that matted the hair surrounding his navel (had I not cum I probably would have licked it out...)  He muttered, I can't believe I did that/I knew he really meant, I can't believe I let you cum in me.  Later, he said "I hope you're clean."  I confirmed that I was confident that I am.

We both wanted me to cum in him.  We'd both been wanting it for some time.  And, it was time.  We'd reached the point and we were now processing what had actually happened.  He'd let go; I'd finally marked him.  He also must have recognized the ongoing opportunities to back out as it took me forever to cum, with several occasions when I eased out to rest, to cool down, to get drier.

He needed to go to his fancy dinner; I needed to get home.  I showered; he was sweet, but reserved. I could see that the reality of his letting me actually fulfill his fantasy was jamming his head.  He again said "I hope I haven't anything to worry about."  I assured him that he didn't (I refrained from noting you shouldn't bareback period if that is your paranoia...)

It was sweet; I hope this doesn't freak him out. I need to tap him a reassuring valentine.    This is one sweet, big, passionate, smart, slab of man and I want to continue fucking him.  Woof!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Training His Ass

Well, the ease of visiting the Mexican has lured me back to his house the past three Sundays.  He's always anxious to get fucked, likes it bareback, now wants to be bred, and it's quick.  However, it's not at all nourishing:  it's sort of like eating a twinkie when you want a piece of pie or layer cake.

Today before I went to his house I messaged him that when he cleaned out and showered to not use deodorant or antiperspirant.  When we stripped and got into it, he wanted to be sucked and to have his nips worked.  I started to chew on them and was accosted by the smell of antiperspirant (something particularly awful like Mennen speed stick.  Yuck.)  I asked him to wash the crap out of them and he whined he didn't like body odor (well pal, despite perfuming your pits your ass is pretty damned musky and so are your cock and balls:  but, I didn't share that with him for fear he'd spray cologne down there next.)  Now, don't get me wrong:  I'm not a freak and don't like rank guys, but natural scent is hot; just as is the smell of cum.

He wanted to be held; he wanted me to wrap my arms around him and to work his nipples while my cock grew hard pushing against his ass cheeks.  I was encouraged and thought "well, we're making some progress here..." He definitely likes getting sucked (I was getting into it, but you have to be careful not to let the bottom cum or you will never get your cock into his ass.)  He loves my cock and was getting into sucking, but sucking is not his forte (well, he's not too skilled at any of it.)  He then rolled over and wanted his ass eaten.  As anyone who has read earlier posts knows, I LOVE eating ass, but my enthusiasm wasn't there today.  I got it wet and started to rub my cock head against his hole and it yielded and was easing in.

He whined to use some lube, but it was incredibly wet; I pushed in some more and he was liking it despite the little whimpering noises which I found tedious.  Finally I pulled back and used some lube:  too much, unfortunately.  I pushed against his hole and my cock slid all the way in with no resistance:  there was a total absence of friction.

We'd discussed my wanting more than a three minute fuck and he had promised it would be okay if I went slow.  After about five minutes he was asking (semi pleading) if I was ready to cum.  Being asked alone is going to distract me and slow me down (I've worked over the years to hold back cumming because most bottoms love the way I fuck and don't want it to end quickly.)  I tried to focus on letting it go, but he started to almost nag, and there was too much fucking lube. Also I was really getting tired of him demanding to know "does it feel good?  Do you like it?  Tell me you like it!" I said I wanted to wipe my cock off and he whined he might not be able to have me push back in; I thought fuck it and pulled out, grabbed a washcloth, wiped it dry and some of the lube out of his ass.  Then I pushed back in.

He was now (finally) getting into the fucking (while whining he'd be sore all day tomorrow and need to call in sick:  y a w n...)  I kept going and thankfully now there was some friction.  I felt it building and  let it go with a sense of relief that it was over.

Most guys want me to to stay in and to grow soft in them and to let it naturally slide out.  Not this guy:  he always wants me to pull out right away so he can roll on his back and stroke off.  And, he's demanding about wanting his nipples worked:  he doesn't understand that after you shoot your load you need a few minutes to be mellow and relax before any gymnastics to help the bottom get off (and, if he's just relax, I might have even sucked him off.  However, the buzz was gone and with it any interest I might have him helping him get off.)

Fortunately he cums quickly (which is also kind of sad.)  Once I saw his matted pubes I was asking to get into the shower.

He's getting somewhat better in the sack, but I don't know whether the energy is worth it to keep trying to get this guy to enjoy holistic sex.  He's gotten better at kissing, but doesn't like tongue or spit; he likes to peck.  Cripes:  I spurt my load into your ass, but you don't like manscent, and you don't like to trade spit.  Today he was pleased and said "that was a really long fuck".  I thought, how sad that he doesn't know what a really enjoyable long passionate fuck really means.

It's amazing that this guy is gay, and in his 40s, and so bad at sex.  He definitely doesn't get the passion part of it at all; it's pretty mechanical as well as quick.  He says he likes to get fucked, but doesn't really like to get  truly fucked.   I am quickly remembering why I stopped returning to his place.  At this point I am pretty sure he's going to be my back up fuck when I am as horny as a three balled tomcat and when there's absolutely no chance of getting anything else.

Saturday, August 4, 2012


This afternoon was one of the waning "early release" Fridays from work, where we get let out an entire hour earlier than normal (whoopie!)  I normally leave 1-2 hours later than the "official" end of work (and normally arrive 30 to 60 minutes before work "starts", so to get home before 6 or 6:30 is rare.  So, I logged into CL mid afternoon to see where there were any possibilities before I headed home.

Usually I find that with CL that if I place an ad the likelihood of successfully connecting with another guy is about 9000% greater than if I respond to an ad.  But then," even a blind pig occasionally finds an acorn".  And, I didn't have the time or inclination to place an ad, to sit in my office for an hour and a half, and to play the required email ping-pong involved if I were to place an ad.  So, I looked within the local vicinity (of course, the most appetizing possibilites were in Oakland, or Berkeley, or some of those distant hell hole communities to the Northeast in San Pablo Bay or in San Jose...sigh.)

I noted one ad; it was in my town and the guy wanted to play in his office at 5 (meaning I'd have to stay in mine for another 40 minutes awaiting.)  54, 6' 3", 160, 8" cock.  This sounded familiar and I had an inkling I knew who it was -- someone I'd fucked in this office before.  So I responded to his ad and to a couple more.  One was a younger guy, beautiful bubble butt, who wanted to get fucked and was close by.  Another, which I can't currently remember, who didn't respond.  Bubble butt did twice, but in the end couldn't host because his roommate was home (put that you can't host in your ad dude!) 

The tall, thin, older dude responded immediately and remembered my pic and reminded me who he was.  However, the minute I saw the email address I knew.  I decided to go with the bird in hand, opting for adequate; the situation would be less than optimal and almost not satisfactory.  But I'd get off.

This is an interesting guy:  whippet thin, and a long, fat cock:  at least 8" and extremely impressive.  He likes it sucked, but his goal is to get fucked and bred.  That and his being so thin make me wonder if he's being up front about his status, but this time I learned more than assuaged my concerns a bit

He has some leadership role in some union, and he's anxious to have his blue collar co-workers well out of the pic before I arrive, having been to his office two other times (one other time I waited out in the car, feeling particularly conspicuous as well as sleazy, texting until they left, so I got to see the menagerie with which he works:  they concerned that I have little in common with this dude other than wanting to fuck him.)  He's out, so it's not that he doesn't want them to know he's gay (apparently once bi as he has pictures of his grown kids in his office) but doesn't want them to know he's having sex in the office (good sense) but today I learned he's also paranoid about his partner learning he's getting some on the side.

The past two times we fucked on the floor of his microscopic office; so small, in fact, that we had to move his office chair into the hallway.  A grim, ugly, grimmy building, with outdoor indoor carpeting; he found some 2 x 3" area rug for us to fuck on, but the underlying carpet was rough on the knees and made for an uncomfortable experience, besides our feet, hands, and arms hitting the industrial metal desk and his lanky frame practically putting his head against one fall and feet against the others.  The setting just makes you want to complete the job quickly and makes you feel like a real slut.

This time he ushered me into a "bigger office" shared by two of his co-workers.  Some aromatic wrappings from an occupant's lunch were in the trash (fortunately it smelled good) and he'd thrown a throw rug on the floor as well as a couple of stained pillows from some sorry couch in a waiting area.

He stripped immediately:  he's nice on the eyes:  flat all over, big nipples, nice goatee, tiny flat ass, and seems like he's going to fall over from the weight and length of his huge dick, despite his height. However, he's got about 10 hoop earnings in each ear, which do gross me out (why do people fuck up their appearance like that?  This is an otherwise really good looking guy.  It's a self defacement.) 

 He started to give me amazing head (I really wanted to suck his cock) but his goal was to get fucked and to feel a load inside his ass.  He went to get lube, but first I wanted to rim him a bit. and to taste his cock. While he enjoyed it, the room wasn't conducive to those logistics (he's asked me to his house before, but during the day when his partner is at work and when I can't get out.  I am a horn dog, but I do put my job first...)  A little tongue action and I murmurred, "we really need to do this at your house"; he concurred.

So he grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock and himself; he was on his knees and pushed back and quickly impailed himself:  he has this feline sort of purr and was fully into my bare cock working his hole.  I mentioned how tight he was and he indicated "I don't do this often". It felt great but as I thrust in and out I also got a fecal whiff; I knew not to pull out under any circumstances or I'd be done without cumming.

While I was enjoying his warm hole I wanted to shift position so that I could enjoy maximum friction; this is one tall boy so it took some correography without pulling out; he offered to lie flat, which I prefer and I stayed him.  He liked it as I pressed my chest and stomach to his back and wrapped my arms around him; purring he twisted his head seeking to kiss.  It occurred to me this was clearly a  maintainence fuck and I should just enjoy this primal experience for what it was and let go of my load:  I felt my cock start to spew it's load and he again purred with tremendous satisfaction:  he wanted to be stretched, he wanted a big cock head massaging his prostate, and he wanted to feel a warm wet load inside his ass.

As I eased out (his ass was really tight and was gripping my cock like a glove:  it was lovely and I didn't want to leave him/if we'd had time and been in a bed I could have kept going and surely have given him another load) I fortunately found some paper towels on the desk.  He was certain he was clean, but I'd been past his second spincter and while the shaft wasn't gross there was "debris" on the head of my cock.  Not bad, I wrapped the towels around it, wiped the bit off and darted to the office bathroom to more thoroughly wash it off.

This experience was less than 20 minutes; I laughed and said "you'll be home on time and he'll never know the difference" as the last time we'd connected there his coworkers didn't get out till about 5:30 and he was anxious as we were just wrapping up our fuck around 6 p.m. and he was being messaged by his partner questioning his whereabouts.

He shared that he and his partner rarely have sex any more and that, as far has he knew, his partner hadn't cum in months.   Then he mentioned that his partner had had prostate cancer and that while he's survived it affected his libido and he didn't know whether he retained much ability.  It was clearly a source of sadness and disappointment for him.  It all clicked:  this guy has a normal to heightened sexual drive and needs to get his itch scratched outside his home because his partner isn't able to do it any more.  Still risky, and still sleazy, and he still probably takes possibly random loads, but it did make him more sympathetic and assuaged my concerns a tad. 

Nonetheless, I did feel reckless and sleazy as I walked out.  I'd been there less than a half hour (typically I want at least 2 hours for a satisfying fuck session).  This had been just about sticking my cock in an ass and shooting my load:  it felt good, it did the trick, but like fast food it wasn't entirely appetizing or fulfilling.  Oh well:  clearly adequate, not optimal.  Just some days you need to accept that all you can get is a quickie and to savor the moment.