After work tonight I had an encore with the Asian American guy I connected with late last week. His roommates are still out of town and, since one normally works from home, he was anxious to maximize this rare opportunity to discreetly host. And, why would I pass up such an opportunity?
Unfortunately, yesterday wasn't conducive for me (he has Sunday/Monday off) but he was game for late afternoon. So I actually had an excuse to leave work on time and headed out at 4:50/I felt reckless and free. His place is only 20 minutes away and an easy direct drive, so before I knew it I was walking in where he greeted me in red briefs. He's pretty meticulous about personal hygiene and wanted to know exactly when I was getting in the car so that he could jump in the shower just before I arrived (a seeming contradiction with the fact that he likes to get bred, but is grossed out by the towel with cum on it afterwards. It's interesting how individual minds work...)
We had plenty of time this evening, so it was nice and relaxed. He laid back on the bed and stroked himself while he watched me undress and then beckoned me to join him in bed. His mood was almost feline: Thursday he was aggressive and the situation was often primal; tonight he wanted to cuddle, make out, and caress. Worked for me!
While I really enjoyed it, I was thrown off by how passionate he was. I realized tonight his saying "suck my cock" was more pig talk than directive, but he did start off by directing me to lick his nipples (I found out he doesn't like them nibbled on.) He loves having his armpits nuzzled and they have nice long hair (yes, he's Asian American/otherwise pretty smooth except for a tiny bit of very wiry thigh hair.) He really got into sucking my cock ("my ass is hungry for this cock"), but is a bit daunted by it's size (okay, it's respectable, but I am not John Holmes) and loved my sucking his ("do you like sucking my cock?") I realized he just needs to periodically utter things/sort of like breathing. I am just more of a heavy breather/it takes all types...
He was shy about, but anxious for me to eat his ass and told me I owned it; it is my ass and he wants to please daddy with it. Works for me. I was inspired and wanted to do all I could to make him pant for my cock. Frankly I was mentally patting myself on the back for the fine rimming I was giving him. He was loving it, but nervous about wanting to get his ass relaxed to take my cock (later he said he thought it still hurt from the fucking I gave him a couple of days ago, and trust me I wasn't rough.) We had plenty of time, and I was really enjoying the banquet leading up to dessert. He told me it was all about pleasing daddy (okay, I have reconciled myself to being a daddy with many guys...)
There was a long period of my teasing his ass with my cock head; lots of lube, and several partial penetrations (well I guess full penetrations, but not the entire insertion of the full length of my cock.) Several times he asked me to pull out and assured me we'd get there, but he needed to get relaxed. I was content; I was licking and stroking him, he wanted to be nuzzled and to make out while my cockhead grazed his anus. It was nice, and since we were taking our time I could appreciate what a beautiful mouth he has and his incredibly nice eyes, which periodically widened when I hit some good spot with my tongue or cock head.
Finally he was at a point of sufficient relaxation; he didn't ever want to be on his belly: he wanted to make full eye contact while fucking. I eased it in and then he directed me to stop: he said "just let it slide in..." And, eventually it did/it actually felt great just holding it in place and having it gradually ease in of his body's own accord.
I realized I needed to chill and not give him full long dicking: it was apparent that when I thrusted the entire thing in it was pretty uncomfortable for him. Of course, he's about 5' 7" and weighs about 135 lb (I held him in my hands and marveled at how tiny his chest was.) He was loving just three or so inches slowly probing him/short jabs. But, this only made sense; I was working his prostate.
He need a couple of rest breaks, more lube (next time I'll bring my variety,which doesn't dry out as readily) and then I needed to persuade him to stop stroking his cock and to wait to stroke off after I came. He agreed but was insistent that when cumming I needed to fuck him hard (which I didn't/I could tell it would kill him.) But after several times of feeling myself getting a groove on and being interrupted to use more lube, or to pull out for a bit, I advised him he'd had me close several times. Getting his hand from around his cock (and between our stomachs) helped alot. I was still only giving him about 4" at a time, but his ass felt great massaging my cock head: I could feel it rising. His eyes widened and said "are you cumming? THEN KISS ME!" I bend down to passionately kiss him and gently pushed farther into him while it pulsed. After I finished spasming I locked eyes with him and asked "are you ready?" and then very gradually inched it out/he slightly winced as the head popped out. We spooned and then he rolled onto his side and while I stroked his nipples and lightly caressed his thighs and chest he stroked and then I saw a load of cum literally shoot about 4" out of his cock (holding true to the little guys shooting big loads stereotype.) It was both substantial and amazing. I asked if he always shot like that and he replied "no, it was all that time you were working my prostate."
We laid back, lightly grazed our fingertips over each other, and chatted and got more casual and relaxed with each other. We also wondered aloud when we'd next be able to connect. I needed to leave, but he insisted on jumping up to shower (my cum was leaking out of his ass) before I left. I rinsed off with a washcloth (and, blush, my dog ran up to me and immediately pressed his nose againts my crotch and vigorously sniffed the moment I walked in the door.)
It was another night for pleasantly spent balls/hurrah!
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