Friday night I thought I was going to connect with my Indian fuck buddy. However, I was at dinner with a couple of pals and despite my saying I'd be done no earlier than 10 p.m. I found a message he posted on MH at 8:15 asking if I was back from dinner yet. He was logged off Manhunt, but nonetheless I left him a response there, and both called and texted him. No response; I was hoping that he wasn't turning into a flake/he'd said that Sunday that he wanted to connect with me again during my visit. He's somewhat inscrutible, but each time we connect he gets more affectionate (which I like) so I was hoping this wasn't coming to an end. I was disappointed because, based on the connection earlier in the week, I was going to encourage him to sleep over. (he'd warned me that he snores; it was a risk I was more than willing to take.) Alas, no go. So I defaulted to the less than satisfying hook up with the RN.
Saturday I woke up, checked MH and saw he hadn't yet opened my message. I had late morning business appointments and in the middle of one my phone went off. I got back to the hotel and had a message on MH from him indicating he's called. He was very apologetic that the night before he'd falled asleep before I returned. When, I called him back and he said he'd be there by two, but needed to go home to shower unless he could at my hotel (duh, of course it was...however, later I found the spent Fleet enema syringe in my bathroom, which actually made me laugh/he was trying to be discreet and it was considerate. Many guys think probing with their fingers will get the job done/it definitely doesn't.)
Well, he arrived, pecked me on the lips, stripped and shyly disappeared into the bathroom. I stripped and got into bed and, clean, slipped in beside me. He really is quite lovely: small, but a defined body, a nice fan of hair across his chest, big nipples, a head of ringlets, and a lovely carmel complexion.
Again, he turned his back to me and pushed back against me. He wanted to be held, and held tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close and sucked on the back of his neck. We laid there like that, with my cock hard as hell pushed underneath his balls. I grasped his cock and felt it drip precum. It felt great and I took it slow, but eventually I needed to get my cock rubbing up and down his crack. After about 20 minutes we were passionately at it, with mutual sucking, making out, and my tongue fucking him till he was begging me to push my cock into him. And, again, he wanted me to push up as deep as I could get into him and to leave it there while we simply spooned. But, eventually we got to fucking and he begged me to cum in him saying he wanted to feel my warm cum deep in him. (He'd shared that I was the only guy he barebacked with/certainly the only one allowed to breed him. However, since the get go we've fucked bareback, though it was only last fall he allowed me to cum in him...)
After I came I kept my arms wrapped around him; he wanted to spoon and I felt completely relaxed. I very gently gave him short thrusts and was feeling very very mellow. I gradually fell asleep, while hard and deep in him, still giving short thrusts while dozing/I was sort of in limbo stage between consciousness and unconsciousness, but know I was out for awhile. I actually woke up when I heard soft snoring coming from him. We both came to full consciousness and without saying it out loud we were equally thrilled that we'd ended up nesting. I was feeling incredibly relaxed and rested.
We went at it again, and he begged me to shoot another load in him, saying he wanted to feel the warm wetness. However, I'd rubbed one out when I woke up, not expecting to see him, and after the preceding fuck my cock wasn't going to give it up inside him. I dismounted, and we made out and got into mutual stroking and the kissing got me off. I was surprised that he quickly bent over and sucked my cum wet cock into his mouth and then went to make out with me. I think we passed some benchmark this week.
The whole time we were together he kept moaning and saying he wishes I lived in the area, as he wants to be mine. He asked about my travel itinerary and was giving thought to meeting me whereever I travel (alas, I don't travel that much any more, relatively speaking.)
I looked at the clock, and we'd spent most of the afternoon in bed; over three hours had passed. Since I had dinner plans I needed to send him packing and felt like a cad as I don't think he ever came. He didn't seem disappointed, though. Leaving he said he'd try to come over this morning before I checked out to fly home. However, though I got up early my boy wasn't on MH. He clearly likes to catch his zzzs. I packed, and had breakfast and was ready to jump in the shower when he called and wanted to come over. It was an hour before I was leaving and I thought with my head instead of my cock for perhaps the first time in seven days and said, with considerable regret, there wasn't time. He asked when I'd be back and I sadly indicated midwinter.
Okay this guy has a crush on me, and the feeling is mutual. It's definitely not going anywhere, but there is a connection and its sweet. I like being a pig, but I also like times taking it slow and being passionate. The distance is serendipity as this, too, could be a relationship that could easily get out of control.
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