Make Me Your Boy

Well, it's been a cyber week, with alot of guys coming on to me who want me to respond in graphic detail what I'd do if I got them with their asses up in the air.  I am sympathetic to an extent, and some days tempted to indulge their fantasies.  But, I quickly figure out it's not going anywhere.  It's usually okay, but some times they want to drag it out with incessant email back and forth that simply gets tiring.

One guy, who before today I would have put in that category, started coming on to me strong on five days ago.  Normally I would have dismissed it, as he's been coming on to me for nearly two years offering to suck me.  But there was a greater sense of urgency and specificity in these messages:  his roomates would be out of town till Tuesday (heretofore he's come on to me and the windows of opportunity have been fairly ridiculous as well as random) and he gave me a pretty good idea where he lives, which is remarkably close to my house.  Still I didn't think it would go anywhere.

This morning I woke up and at 5:30 a.m. had a live message (well he was still on and had just written it) on a4a.  I thought to myself that maybe this wouldn't be bullshit.  So I checked in with him periodically during the day.  I haven't given in to a mobile device, but I am damn glad he has.

The downside was that he wasn't going to be available till 7 p.m., trapping me in my office (unless I  wanted to head home, chill for a half hour, and then head out.)  Well I have a shitload of work to do, but I also didn't want to put 11 hours into my office and then have the dude flake.  Earlier in the day I asked for his specific address and he responded he'd give it to me when he got home; I wasn't having that.  He compromised and said he'd give it to me just when he was leaving work:  fair enough, he didn't want me to flake.

Well, I got the address and due to the crappy weather added on some time and then arrived at his house/nice neighborhood/okayish house.  I retrieved condoms and lube from my trunk, just in case.  He met me in bikini briefs and said he still needed to shower.  He is as cute as a bug's ear.  He's Asian American, 5' 7" and very defined.  He's in his mid 30s (okay what is with all these guys in their 30s who have roomates?  I'd live in a cheaper place before I'd do that.)

He was out of the shower quickly diminishing my hopes and leading me to think this was just going to be a blow job.  He'd been coming on to me for months wanting to suck me, but in the last couple of days when I asked he let me know he likes to get fucked.  Before heading to the shower he asked me to strip, and I noticed on the night table Gun Oil.  I did the math and thought "this guy probably wants it bare!"  However, operative logic is to take things s l o w l y not to spook the guy.

When he came out he was forthright about kissing.  Nice busy arm pits, and big nipples atop defined pecs.  I was liking this.  He immediately got on his knees and greedily started sucking my cock.  I pulled him up and he said let's get on the bed.  Horizontal I started to suck his dick and balls and he was loving it. (amazing how much larger a cock can look in pics; his is pretty small, actually.)


  He growled "suck my cock" which threw me off.  I don't like to serve, I like to collaborate.  However, I let it go.  He went nuts when I pushed his legs back and licked his hole, and then I pushed him on his stomach and got my tongue in him.  It was nice, he loved it, and when I came up for air he asked me if I wanted him on his side.   I decided to see where it would go and let him lead.

He sucked me some more, and then got on his side with my cock between his legs.  Then he got the lube and lubed his dick, and my cock and rubbed his ass up and down against my cock head, and then grasped it to rub it against his hole. He moaned, "tease it! tease it!" but pushed against me hard; I pushed back and felt it start to penetrate him and he let me know that was what he wanted by starting to moan but murmuring "it's tight." I can take a hint (aka opportunity) and started to push in and his breathing and grunts of pleasure were all the affirmation I needed. 

Now I've shared before I love fucking short men, and this guy was great.  We continued with him on his side and him cranking his head back to urgently kiss.  He had a hard, determined look in his eyes.  I pulled out and pushed him on his back. 

While I worried he'd get sore from that position he was aggressive and loving it.  As I reentered him he asked if his boy ass was what I wanted.  Responding yes, I asked if he liked my cock and he said "hell yeah, I've wanted this cock for years." And then he said what every top loves to hear:  "I could use this every night."  I asked him if I could make him my boy/he wanted to know how I'd do it, so I just came out and said "by breeding your ass."  He thrust back and said "do it!"

Well I was almost there, and then he needed to let his legs down, and then said "try to cum if you can now, I'm getting sore."  I was direct and shared he'd almost gotten it but he interrupted my rhythm.  I went back in and could feel there was little lube, but I was determined.  I pushed him on his side made him pull up his thigh, and swatted away his hands when he wanted to rub my chest or to pinch my nipples.  He wanted to come with me, but I pushed his hand away from his cock:  it was distracting me.  I just focused on cumming and when I started to spurt he thrust back hard and growled again "don't stop fucking me.  Keep fucking me while I cum."  Mercifully he came quickly (some guys take forever to stroke off) and was hungry to kiss.  He then told me I'd shot alot, which astonished me as I beat off this morning.

I got up to clean up and dress, but rubbed his now covered crotch and kissed him prompting him to  ask if I wanted another round.  If I could have definitely gone for another, but if he was getting sore before I knew he wouldn't survive a second round and it would take me at least 20 minutes to cum again.  So, I just asked when his roommates were returning (four days from now.)  Of course he's not free Saturday, when I have all the time in the world, but I might have "to go shopping" on Sunday when he's home. 

When I walked in my door I wrote back when and said I wanted more, since he's now my boy how  about Sunday at 1 p.m.  Like a good boy he responded "yes sir!"

Settling for a Blow Job

Today was a weird day.  Had the day mostly to myself, but couldn't host.  Was lazily reading the paper, logged into the myriad hook up sites (Manhunt almost never produces any leads where you live.  Operative question: why do I continue to subscribe?  It's not even that great when I travel...) And, not getting any bites, I did something I haven't done in months:  I put an ad on Craig's List.  Well, let me correct that, I put several ads on Craig's List.

CL is very fickle; trying to hook up there is in some ways like playing the lottery.  I have found that on weekends it's nearly pointless:  if you are 27, can host with driveway parking, and have 42" shoulders, a 27 waist, six pack abs, and -5% body fat perhaps you could score.  It is nearly pointless to respond to a CL ad.  However, today I responded to two and actually got responses; albeit, long after I initally wrote.  On a Saturday nearly no one is really responding to ads before 11 a.m. (I placed the first about 9:30; on a weekday, however, this is an optimal time to place such an ad.)  Round two got bites; round three ~ noon got several different, and quite interesting, responses.

Today's CL experience defined email ping pong, ironic in that I always put in an ad "let's avoid email ping pong."  While I indicate respond with a pic, 75% don't respond with a picture and then need to be prodded into doing so.  When you respond "need to travel to you" after about eight back and forth messages the guy asks "can you host?"  When you respond "neg and std free" the guy asks in a message following the one where you thought you'd determined you were hooking up "are you neg?  std free?"  READ THE FUCKING AD.

Two the the guys who contacted me today couldn't host, as they each later revealed after about 30 minutes of back and forth,  and then wanted me to fuck them in the back of their SUVs.  Besides the possibility of arrest, there were additional considerations:  where to park?  temperature? (it is late autumn) clean up?  One such guy initially sent me a pic of him in black tie flanked by his apparent wife and daughter (what are you thinking dude?  Show some respect for your family!!!)  And, if you are married or partnered, point that out up front; cripes!  It's not a disqualification but is relevant information; in fact, for many many guys that is quite the incentive; it adds taboo.  What's the worst thing that's going to happen?  The other guy might say no? So you want to have the guy find out when you connect and possibly freak out? 

Several of the guys who expressed interest I have had bite before.  One is definitely certifiable (a former marine, who includes a 10+ year old pic of him in uniform adjacent to a flag, who had revealed entirely too much, but for which I am grateful.  It has helped me avert an awkward or worse experience.  He has responded to probably every since CL ad I have placed.)  Another I have had borderline hostile exchanges with (just makes me want to jump in the car and drive over...)  I mistook one for the fellow from the Frightening Fridays episode with the rump sprung bed (it wasn't him, but sounded like his doppleganger.  He later advised me he couldn't host but was clean and lubed and wanted me to fuck him in his truck.)  Another was an actual encounter from another Frightening Fridays episode:  the one who lied about nearly everything and had me panicked until I got my next blood test.  He was very anxious for me to come over.  Right...

One character asked me if I wanted to drive down to his place (about 10 miles south) or, if it was too far, to split a motel room.  I was willing to drive but he offered to split the room.  This seemed implausible, but I allowed him his fantasy of jerking me around.  He said he'd check into the room and email me when he was settled.  In the meantime I went to the bank and to the dry cleaner.  Was home by 1:00 never expecting to hear from the dude who wrote at 1:07 that "something had come up.  Could we try for next weekend?"

Now this is actually pretty entertaining, and it's actually no less than I expected.  However, even a blind pig occasionally finds an acorn, which is what I am thinking the rare instances I place or respond to ads on CL.

Well in the meantime I was logged into a4a.  Again, you usually only see the same guys you always see, but it's far more likely to produce action than MH.  Weekends though are usually terrible.  It's at 8 p.m. on Saturday night that you have the horn dog that needs to shoot that load who is asking you over when you can't get out (or at 9 p.m.; or at 10 p.m.  Sometimes at 2 a.m. when you've got insomnia and you think:  are you serious?  We've never met and you are asking me to your house at this hour?)

As it worked out, a guy I have checked out for two years was checking me out.  He has written me before but he's oral only.  I thought what the hell? Confirming he likes to suck as well I set out to connect with him. Negative, and a cute pic.

When I arrived it was evident the cute hunky pic was 15+ years ago.  Still cute, but a definite Santa Claus stomach, and his eyes are kind of rheumy/he looked late 50's. 

Still he was hunky, except his toe nails were yellow and kind of crusty (nail fungus) which grosses me out (once another guy had that, besides not trimming them, which I noticed after fucking him, making me nauseous...the nails, that is.)  Major concern were two enormous cats on his bed (I am allergic.)  However, he wanted to make it on an adjacent couch as his bedroom is his "sanctuary" (please.)  This involved awkward correography (me standing getting sucked; me kneeling sucking his cock; him kneeling sucking mine; not enough space for us to both lie together and properly rub our cocks together.)

He was definitely into sucking my cock and has a nice big one himself, which it was great to eat.  He also has great man musk, but I knew instantly he was a smoker (he doesn't kiss, and didn't stink of tobacco, I just knew it from his cock and ball musk.  Oddly, while I hate cigarettes, guys who smoke have great musk.)  He loved getting sucked and apparently he liked my technique.  We went at it for awhile and he was close and warned me; I said "go ahead/you are neg, right?"  I was in the mood to have a guy shoot in my mouth.  Instead he pulled back and said "you don't want to do that".  Well, I quickly deduced he wasn't taking my load either.  Anyway, we went from sucking each other to stroking each other (he was a bit rough/my cock isn't a stick shift) and he came first:  interestingly a clear load.  He wanted to see me cum and using his cum as lube stroked me off (one good thing) and I came pretty quickly.  It was okay and actually best that it ended quickly; we made chit chat about home improvements while I redressed. He walked me to the door and I gave him a kiss which seemd to please him, but I then said "sorry, I forgot you don't kiss." 

All in all, it was short timed, which I expected, but unfortunately it was less than I expected, and I had low expectations.  I don't envision an encore; I think I should have just rubbed one out at home (though I did enjoy sucking his cock.)  Good think he didn't want to get into some comfortable 69 on his bed; as soon as I left I could feel the affect of being near his cats.  I have been scratching since then; if I'd been on the bed I'd have broken out into a rash for sure.

Kiwi Boy Butt

This morning I was just vegging on the couch; scanning the Sunday New York Times drinking coffee, and slowly waking up.  I did (as my followers will have noted) tap a blog entry for yesterday's session with the Arab.  But, knowing I'd be free to roam later this afternoon I logged into a4a and other sites (men4sex now seems to be a virtual desert.  They need to recognize that their revenue comes from their advertisers and not to have all kinds of roadblocks to those who don't subscribe/they are bending over a dollar to pick up a dime.  But, yet again, I digress...)

Early afternoon I had this guy come on to me:  31, 220 lb; 5' 9" but allegedly a 32" waist (seemed unlikely, and later the evidence suggested 34 or 35).  He listed negative, but also "anything goes."

He was pretty persistent, but couldn't host (said he had a partner) but wanted to get fucked and was willing to consider getting fucked in the back of his truck.  I don't take such risks:  about 11 years ago I traded blow jobs with a bottom in a Tully's parking lot, and when I walked to my car realized that a girl and her boyfriend had been watching us...in retrospect I was lucky that was all that happened.)

I decided to be bold and said "I gather you like skin to skin action".  He responded if I was neg I could pork him for as long as I liked and blow inside.  Hmmm.  Was this too good to be true?  I indicated I'd be free after 3:30 and he said he'd log back in around 3ish. 

When I found him back on line he was mobile. He indicated he hadn't had a chance to clean out and asked if I'd want to wear a "dom" (condom.)  I said I'd be willing to wipe off, but might have issues cumming or staying hard if I wore one.  I also wasn't up for that to be the outcome after alot of message ping pong.  He was okay with that, but not with kissing.  I soon found that he lives remarkably close to me and, uncharacteristically, I invited him over, stressing it would need to be quick.

Well, he is 5' 9" and chunky over muscle.  He arrived and was very macho/chewing gum, feigning insouciance.  He doesn't like to kiss (currently) probably because the partner is a girl.  He took off his shorts and his cock appeared to be really small; he said he'd have to work up to it getting hard.  I quickly noted an accent and found out he's from New Zealand.

He advised me he'd only done this twice before (!) and hoped I'd go at it slowly.  I asked if he was okay with the whole situation and he assured me yes, that he loves the feel of a cock up his ass.

I bent down to start sucking him to get him relaxed and while uncut, he was definitely gamey down there, but not in a good way.  I  knew I wasn't going to put my tongue near his balls or further south and pulled off quickly (now that I think about it, he might have fucked the girlfriend following his last shower.)  He assured me that next time he'll take the time to rinse out so I can eat his ass (apparently he hasn't been rimmed before/ well friend, you're going to need to get down there fresh first, and to consider kissing to get rimmed.)  He also assured me that he might kiss in subsequent hook ups.  His dick got harder, but he's no more than 5".

I got him to take his shirt off, and he has a nice fan of light hair on his shoulders and big nipples.  He clearly has played sports:  broad shoulders and an okay ass.  I decided this was going to be a quick hump and dump, so I got out the Wet and lubed his ass (I wasn't going to stick my finger in though), lubed my cock, and started to tease his ass with cock head.  He was more than ready and pushed back.

His body temperature was really warm:  a much warmer ass than most guys, and he was nice and tight.  I took it slow but he was soon pushing back against me, however, when I got him on his side and pushed up he yelped a couple of times (I had breached the second spincter.)  I focused on giving him three to four inches which he liked, unless he was pushing back and controlling the action when he was pretty much getting the whole thing.  He was clearly enjoying it/but not very verbal.

It felt great and I was ready to let go most of the time I was fucking him, but I also wanted to savor it and he seemed to be enjoying it/I periodically checked in to see if he was getting sore and he said no.   However, I also recognize that I am either going to cum after 10 minutes or it's going to be more like 30.  He wanted to move around a bit and I could tell wanted to try other positions, but I wasn't pullling out under any circumstances, since he hadn't cleaned out first. Also, I had other stuff to get done and wasn't up for a marathon/he was also allegedly on a shopping trip to Target.

While fucking he kept saying he'd like to come back, and emphasized how close we live to each other.  He asked if I liked boy bottoms and I replied I liked bottoms period, but boy bottoms were hot. He responded that he liked daddies (lucky me.)

Finally I decided to let it go, and when he sensed it was spurting he pushed his ass back against me hard, and asked me to keep thrusting deep into him; this is a wild one, despite the low key manner.  I could tell this guy wanted a nice warm load deep in him, and he got one.  He clearly loved the feeling.

His phone had gone off a couple of times since he'd arrived; I asked if he wanted to clean up (when I pulled out my cock was dirty, but not gross) and he declined, saying he'd clean up at home, but I carefully wiped his ass with a towel.

He was out the door shortly, and I quickly got a response on a4a saying "thank you very much".  Well it was fine, and he will more than do for when I quickly need to scratch that itch (unless he ends up learning how to be passionate, and then he could be fine.)

Mission Accomplished (with just spit)

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Not Being Able to Flip the Switch

Last Saturday after work the Arab and I arranged to connect again. I'd bred him on Thursday, but he hadn't gotten off and the plan us for us to fuck and both shoot our loads when we next connected.

I'd had an early start and a long day at work (I'd gotten up brutally early) and was a bit whipped.  Also I'd rubbed one out shortly after waking up, but typically two (or more) loads aren't difficult for me to summon.

Well, we had the standard sex; he's gotten particularly passionate lately and he cooed while we made out and exchanged oral and I ate his ass.  His heating system was on the fritz, so it was kind of funny to fuck under the covers.  He remarked several times that I was oozing precum, which he greedily lapped up while sucking me.

He'd had his day knocked off balance by the heating issue, and I'd just come to him straight from work, and we were enjoyed ourselves but the vibe was a little off.  I got to fucking him which felt good but I wasn't feeling the sensation that connects my cock and balls to let the load travel up and spurt out.  I think it was compounded by his repeatedly begging for my load about the moment I penetrated him. 

It's weird, but for all those years of condoms, and then bare sex -- where I was focusing on not trying to cum because the bottom wants a good long fucking, or I promised him I wouldn't shoot inside him (which is kind of wishful thinking on his part:  once you put your bare cock in the guy he's getting your precum anyway; he might as well enjoy the full load)--  I never had  concerns about or issues with cumming. There have been times when I have not been really enjoying it and haven't cum (that has usually involved my growing soft in the guy and then it staying semi flaccid), but it isn't typically an issue in the past, unless I have cum several times that day (like the night last month when I fucked the jock after spending the day in bed with my Indian fb/however, the jock also interrupted the momentum by telling me not to shoot in him when I was about to let it go...)  Well, now, even if I remain hard as a rock I sometimes find it difficult to flip the switch and to cum.  This seems to be a function of having rubbed one out earlier in the morning and where the bottom starts immediately begging for my load (perhaps I should keep a pair of socks in hand to stuff in his mouth when he does that.)  The begging for the load bit totally throws me off because then I keep focusing on that (will I cum?  will I cum fast enough before he gets too sore?  will I cum too soon?) instead of enjoying the fucking, feeling the rest of his body, and making out -- the things that make my switch flip and allow the load to spurt spontaneously.  Of course, there is the other issue about guys who insist on wanting another position just when you are into your groove and each thrust is making your cock and balls sing and you can sense it's cumming, and then the doofus throws your rhythm off.

Of course, I am also aware that cumming is just the icing on the cake (sorry, I couldn't resist that metaphor, cheesy as it is/now we have a mixed metaphor...)  The journey getting there is the best part, but shooting your load is the reward, sort of the cherry on top of the sundae (okay, I am out of control with these metaphors today:  mea culpa.)  Lately I have been really focusing on enjoying the Arab's big, solid, hairy hunky bod; exploring it alone is banquet enough; I think to myself, damn! this is one hot man toy I am enjoying.

Last week we would have gotten there I think but the Arab rolled over to check the time and was concerned about the sand running out of the hour glass.  I said I was fine, but then I suddenly realized he had to get showered to go to work/I'd assumed he had the day off and was approaching things leisurely.  Hence, his urgency about getting the load.  If I'd realized his time was limited I probably would have approached the sex differently and would have shot.

Anyway, it was all good:  I got him to straddle my very hard cock and he stroked off and shot a huge thick load on my chest.  Actually I really wanted it in my mouth, but our last fuck I'd shot and he hadn't and I knew he likes it best to stroke off riding my cock, so it was only fair.  Unfortunately, by that point he was anxious to get cleaned up for work as he as cutting it close.  He was concerned I hadn't gotten off and disappointed not to get the load (though he would have also expelled it in the toilet to avoid it dripping out of him at work...)

Well, we have an assignation set up this afternoon; I have been a good boy and have not stroked off.  And, I had a little too much to drink last night, so I'd definitely want/need to cum.  I usually find myself horny as a billy goat when I am a bit "hung".

I Can Feel It Throb

Well, after several weeks of my traveling for business the Arab and I are back on a bit of a routine.  Earlier this week I had the opportunity to head to his house after work to give him a tune up and it was a hot time.

It was the day after I connected with the Piano Man.  Optimally I'd like to space such sessions out, but hook up opportunities tend to be random, so you need to have a carpe diem mentality.

When I arrived Breeding Ian Jay was again playing on the television (this time the Brad McGuire scene was on when I walked in.)  The Arab was lying in bed stroking with a big Cheshire cat grin on his face.  I quickly peeled off my clothes and joined him in bed.

He was in a cuddle bear mood, and wanted to hug and make out and was litterly purring throughout it.  I was in no rush and savored it, allowing my fingers to lightly explore his hot, hairy body.  It was leisurely and comfortable and we took our time mutually sucking and my taking a long time to rim his hole till it was soaking with my spit and dialated.  I went in, but I could tell he'd shortly get raw without some other lube, so I used a small amount of elbow grease (much nicer than Wet, but not condom compatible/fortunately we are past that hurdle.)

It was a long fuck, and I worried whether I'd get there, but fortunately I'd refrained that morning from rubbing one out.  Still it took it's time rising, but when it did it was nice.  He's taken to fucking me back and squeezing my cock for all it's worth.  When I started to cum he knew it and really clamped down, which was actually kind of annoying.  But, I figure it's not all about my fun and I need to go with the flow (sorry, I couldn't resist that) but I do wish he'd just let me savor my spurting.  However, he was really really animated and loud bellowing "I can feel it throbbing!  I am going to keep this load in my ass all night!!!"  Well, he wasn't working, so I guess he didn't need to worry about it leaking out...

We enjoyed the afterglow and cuddled and made out afterwards.  I really wasn't into the "okay, now let's get you off" scene then (some times it can really be a buzz kill, especially if the guy takes forever to cum and wants you to tweak his nipples, play with his balls or wants to straddle your now hypersensitive post orgasm cock.)  I indicated I was sorry he hadn't cum and he was totally cool with it, telling me to come over in the next couple of days and we'd take care of him.  We are at point as fuck buddies where we are more interested in the man2man contact and not keeping score.

A nice evening; I showered, dressed, and walked out with a nice glow.  It was longer, and more relaxed this time, yet not too long...just right.

Nothing Beats It

After a long hiatus, last night the Piano Man and I connected at a local motel.  We usually connect there; it's a modest and some what sad place.  It's clean, and safe, but the mattresses are thin and rump sprung, and there are no clocks.  We've had to roll over and grab cell phones to figure outwhat time it is/ how long we've been at it.

We've exchanged messages through MH and a4a since we last connected in July.  He's been traveling/I've been traveling.  When we've mutually been home our mutual opportunities haven't been in the same orbit.  But, finally they were.

When I arrived he was already ready: he'd cleaned out (some more) and was standing in his underwear when I walked in.  We embraced, groped each other, and started to make out.  It was fun and awkward as I tried to strip.  It is interesting as you stand there, hard and panting and making out and wondering who is going to make the first move to the bed:  I ended up pushing him onto it.  And he was anxious to have my hungry body on top of his urgent with my lust.

Okay, this is beginning to sound like a romance novel.  So, after a couple of month hiatus I started to reacquaint myself with his bod.  What struck me was that as a scholar and academic, this guy had serious manscent.  But, it wasn't coming from his pits, but instead from his ass, cock and balls, which I discovered when I went there to start to suck his cock.

Again, I was struck by how fucking thick this guy's cock is:  it's easily as thick as it is long (because, it's not that long, but it is fat as hell:  easily 6 1/2" thick.)  Fortunately, I managed to get it down my throat.  Frankly, its a pretty ugly dick, as dicks go, but it is impressive:   a huge head, and dripping precum.  And, fortunately, he doesn't manscape.  He has the hair there that nature gave him, there and everywhere else, which is nice.

Well, we got there.  I sucked him, he sucked me, I ate his ass, and then went in.  He begged for some lube, but it went in easily with spit.  However, I didn't want him needing me to pull out, so I used a minimal amount of lube (I was also imaging him wanting a break, him wanting to suck me, me wanting to eat his ass some more...)  We assumed the regular positions:  him doggy, flat on his stomach, on his side, straddling me.  I saved getting him on his back hoping to later lose a second load.

It took a long time  (part of it due to the fact he was warm as hell and sweating like a pig), but I eventually felt it spew into him:  he knew it, despite the fact that I am not vocal (the screaming, moaning stuff is mostly theatre in my opinion/I focus on my cock and shooting my load, not on making noise.) It was intimate (duh) and nice:  he was glad to feel  me let it go and he clamped down on me to squeeze it into him.  We spooned and enjoyed the afterglow, and I grew slack and fell out of him.

We resumed making out, and as I was in the post orgasm zone I distractedly stroked his cock and balls.  I always feel shitty and selfish after I cum because I simply want to enjoy my own pleasure and not worry about the bottom.  But, fair is fair.   And, I like him and enjoyed his excitement as he darted his tongue in and out of my mouth and his hunger for  me to get hard again.  Soon his head was between my thighs.

It's interesting because sucking me hasn't been a huge part of our encounters (I've been anxious to fuck him) but his MH and a4a profiles stress sucking prior to getting fucked.  Well, he was hungry to suck my cock and I experienced all of his skill. My cock wasn't feeling getting hard again, but he had it up and throbbing in no time.  And, it felt great.  I actually wasn't feeling up for a second round after I shot (I was exhausted from staying up for the election results the previous night) but he had me hard and wanting in him again. 

We tried with him on his back, but his ass wasn't having it.  He kept spasming, and I went in several times and he kept using poppers (and turned beat red and was panting like he's have a heart attack:  that shit is clearly bad for you.  I was wondering what I'd do if he had a heart attack at one point.)  We tried several times and he finally apologized that he simply couldn't keep going (full disclosure: I take a  l o n g time to cum,  l o n g e r when I came once before.)  I eased out and he was back down on my cock.

Okay, he's clearly an incredible cock sucker, but I don't like it too wet.  I let him have his fun, but he was waiting for my load and it wasn't cumming.  So I pushed him back to make out and worked it myself (you clearly know your own dick.)  It took awhile but I felt it rising and he was on it in a second wanting the load.  This was a new side of him:  it was great, but my cock was super sensitive with the second load.  He's not an idiot though and knew to pull his mouth off.

We embraced while he stroked off and he spewed a big, thick load.  Before I came I wanted his load  in my mouth, however, once I shot it seemed gross (it's always that way/I want the guy's load, and enjoy swallowing it, unless I have cum, and then I just want him to shoot it on his chest.)  He collapsed against the pillows, looked at me and said "nothing beats it, does it?"

Well, it was good, but it wasn't stellar.  I then looked at my watch and freaked:  we'd been at it well over two hours.  It was time for me to shower (so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me) and to head home. 

I want to connect with him again, but I need to have a full night's sleep and probably need to let it build up for a couple of days to work up a serious fever to fuck.

Unrequitted Lust and Crossing Another Boundary

Well, the Arab begged off today because he's sniffly and coming down with something.  The Mexican guy to the north, however, has unleashed his obnoxiousness full force and yesterday and today I was subjected to a torrent of begging and abuse.  I am really close to blocking him.  It defies understanding how he thinks that approach will make me want to drive up and fuck him.  (Gee, a hardon might be needed for that; ero if you find someone repellent you won't be up to the job, for a multitude of reasons.)   And, an older gent who I'd fucked a couple of times has resumed approaching me despite my ongoing lack of interest in an encore.

Yet, I was horny as a 3 balled tom cat and wanting some ass badly.  Actually, I really wanted to suck a nice cock for awhile also.  To curl up with another guy and to make out and to have some passionate oral and to give him a plowing.  I logged into Manhunt and to a4a and had a guy come on to me from Oakland, but that's like descending into Dante's Inferno to get laid.  I always feel like a heel but I asked a number of questions about neighborhood and parking (survival is a basic instinct) and while the neighborhood sounded okay, it wasn't one whose name I immediately recognized:  one can never be too safe in Oakland, and he lost interest (fair enough.)  On a lark I logged into bbrt and suddenly had a bite in the next town.

I'd never hooked up with someone on bbrt before (at least, not through the site.  I was actually pissed to read someone's profile on there as being poz after he'd listed himself as neg on a4a; I have noticed more than a few guys doing that.  What's with the inconsistency, if you're going to be an asshole you should be a consistent one.  Do they assume that other guys don't have profiles on both sites?  I'd eaten and then barebacked the guy I'd found was poz, but when I read his profile I'd already been tested a couple of times.  Still, it chapped my butt.)

The guy who came on to me indicated he could host now.  His profile read "ask me" under status.  I did and he indicated he was last tested neg in March/I assumed if he was lying he's offer a more recent date.  I factored that he is a top/versatile and that I was only going to top and decided to take the plunge.

Murphy's law kicked in:  he wanted me to come 20 minutes later; I then neglected an essential part of the directions and had to drive home to write them down again.  I arrived in a run down at the heels neighborhood; not one that made me afraid to get out of my car, but one that resulted in my being fully alert.

When he ushered me in he was hyper and in a mood.  He was irritated about my arriving late; he was irritated that a friend was now going to come over in an hour; he wanted us to go into the spare bedroom so the upstairs neighbors wouldn't hear us.  I quickly concluded that the out of town roomate must be his partner as there were two bedrooms (I was reassured by how clean and tidy everything was, and the furnishings were nice.)  He did seem very agitated though, and when I asked if he was okay he got grumpy and said "why are you asking me that?  If you aren't cool with this then go.."  My caution radar was on, but I figured I'd give it a shot.  He then pulled his shorts down and said "this is what I've got.  Want it?" 

He is a dark skinned Latino with wiry body hair and he has a perfect bubble butt.  He plays competitive baseball and has zero body fat.  I got him to get everything off but his jock.  He logged into a Treasure Island flick  and kept staring at it, and wanted me to face fuck him based on one scene, and then later to replicate a scene when fucking him.

Points for the fact that he kisses, and relatively well.  His profile says he's 5' 9", but I think more like 5' 7".  His dick did come out of the jock and is a nice size and uncut, though I only sucked on it a short while.  He loved having his ass eaten, but was hyperactive, and kept moving around and pushing back against my tongue. His nipples were amazingly long, leading me to believe he uses clamps or something; he liked having them worked hard.  Not a great looking guy, but a great body overall.

I was soon inside him; something weird was that he was spraying poppers into a sock like thing and sucking on them; it was obsessive.  If he hadn't managed to get hard I'd swear he was speeding/maybe he was. 

His ass was amazing; I slid right in and he was tight and it felt great.  Being amazingly sinewy and shorter I know it was way up inside him.  He is the type that likes it doggy style, though we moved around alot.  Every time I was getting into a groove he wanted to change positions.  From the minute I went in it felt so good that I was ready to cum, but I held back.  After awhile I thought I should just let it go and get out.

He wanted to know if I was close and I admitted I was; he said "let me see if I can get you to come" and started to fuck me back with his ass.  It actually felt great and I let go.  However, he wouldn't stop and I needed to pull out.  He laid on his back and panted with pleasure.  He offered to let me clean up in the bathroom (there were next to no lights on in the place, which drove me nuts.)  I grabbed my stuff, washed off my cock and got dressed, and went back into the spare bedroom to say goodbye.  He seemed astonished that I was leaving (great as his ass was, I wasn't up for more of the manic behavior.  At that point I was thinking, go while the going is good.)

As I left the bedroom he was super paranoid about being seen by his neighbors; he must be cheating on the boyfriend is all I could think.  Walking down the sidewalk to my car I glanced at my watch:  I'd been there about 40 minutes; it was like one of the vignettes that RawTop writes.

Addendum:  the Mexican guy just wrote me a fuck you and the horse you rode in on message.  Told me I was rude and ugly; the irony actually makes me laugh.  This was after hysterical messages a couple of days ago about my not writing him, after he'd written preceding messages about wanting to be left alone.  In retrospect I guess I should have simply written him and told him that I didn't enjoy the sex with him at all. Alas, subtlety doesn't seem to win any points.  Perhaps it's kinder just to say you really don't enjoy sex with the guy...

Being Served Again