Saturday, December 7, 2013

Black Nail Polish

Well, I had to go into the office today to catch up, but having gotten up early and slowly acclimating to the day I logged on to the usual sites and a message blinked from a handsome young African American.  Well, I thought he was African American, but he's bi-racial (though I am not good at this fraction thing, but then I tend to see people as people.)  Anyway, he had a cavity he needed filled and was looking for a "dentist" (yeah, I have just the tool:  har, har, har, har!)

As it ended up he was staying at a hotel walking distance from my house (well, a healthy walk of 20 minutes.)  I chose to drive when he invited me over.  He's been here on work assignment for months (and I am just connecting with him?!)  I'd been noting he'd been checking me out for the past week or so.

Within less than an hour, after showering and dressing for the day I was tapping on his room door.  Amazingly close and convenient.  He opened the door and there was a guy far handsomer than his pics:  I'd describe him as cute as a bug's ear.  Full trimmed beard, beautiful eyes, great smile, close cut hair (a fade) and very stylish for a man in jockey briefs, a tee shirt and mini socks (whatever they call them.)  He is very gracious and immediately asked if he could offer me anything:  water?  I declined and smiled as he invited me to get comfortable.

I took it slow, which was an intuitive strategy.  I removed my shoes and jacket and we started to make out.  He's a passionate (and damned good) kisser and I knew to savor that before trying to get to second base.  He clearly got lost in the kissing, but I massaged his clothed ass, and he my crotch.  I got up and shed most of my clothing and he intuited to lose his; except the tiny socks.  I bent down and said "may I?" and pulled them off, and then found beautifully pedicured feet with flawless black nail polish.  I remarked "cute" and he smiled.

This guy is fine:  firm everywhere; nice muscular thighs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a nice meaty but not long cock (about 6" but very handsome, and it was fully engorged.)  Interesting, his hair was characteristically African American:  tight, coarse, and curled on his thighs and framing his crotch, but the hair under his arms was long, soft, and characteristically European.  He got the best of all the genes.

While we continued to make out he wanted at my cock and proceeded to worship it with his mouth.  He laid down on top of me and positioned my cock under his balls and started to whinney; he got it so that my cock head was brushing his hole, and I knew what this meant.  His profile had read the usual "safe sex only" and I'd asked him if he had the needed supplies and he said yes, but it was clear early on no glove was going to be involved.

I rolled him on to his back and started to suck his cock (he was vocal as I throated it) but I knew he wanted attention paid to his ass, not his cock, and as I licked under his hairy balls he got increasingly vocal. I teased his hole with my tongue, but wanted to reduce him to jelly, so I rolled him over and pulled his cheeks apart and gave him a proper rim job.

Well, as good a rim job as I could with a guy thrashing and humping the bed and moving back and forth in ecstasy,  His ass is taut and I needed to pull his cheeks apart, but got him good and wet.  And then I rolled him to lying on his back and pressed his hole with my thumb while sucking his cock.  He thrashed back and forth and while his legs were spread wide apart I laid on top of him and we made out.  He thrust back with my cock under his balls, gasping each time my cockhead brushed his hole.  I realized it was time to fuck.

I flipped him back onto his stomach, ate his ass some more, lined up and pressed my cock against his hole.  He pushed back and gasped as I penetrated him:  he was incredibly tight and pretty dry.  There was no conversation: I was in him; I was bare, and he wanted it badly.  I let him grow used to it, very gradually jabbing and pressed forward.  He was quietly acting out; flexing his legs and flailing,  and I kept gradually pressing up into him, but he was really dry.  No lube was nearby and I didn't want to break the spell asking for it.  So, I gradually eased out of him, crouched down and ate his ass some more and spit an ample pool of spit onto his hole, which I quickly pressed into him as I remounted.  Soon I was nearly all the way in, and then I pushed him onto his side and thrust up till he had it all.

It was amazing:  I was ready to cum immediately, but he was loving it and I held off. I pulled back and gently thrusted and got into a fucking rhythm.   He definitely whinneyed throughout; there had been no conversation since I arrived, and then I barely heard him moaning "it feels so good!  it feels soooo good!"

I kept fucking him and kept wanting to cum, but I didn't want to ask and to have him warn "not in me".  As I kept fucking him I thought "he's not asking, which means just do it" and his guts started to relax and the fucking got looser, and he wasn't gripping my cock as much.  It was great, but I was cursing myself for not shooting when it was optimal.  But he was loving getting fucked and wanted all I was giving him. I was at a good steady rhythm, and then said as he affirmatively moaned:  "do you want it?" and he said "yes".  So I let go and, knowing I was cumming, he thrust back to feel me pulse and to get it deep in him.  After I came he kept pushing back against me; it was clear he was getting off on having been bred.  I wrapped my arms around him and gently pulled him on to his side, while I was still deep in him.  I touched his cock and balls, and as I stroked his balls he started to vigorously beat his meat.  He gasped and I knew he was shooting a substantial load and soaking the sheets.

After cumming he murmured, let me get a towel, but I pulled him to me and said "just relax man and enjoy the after glow."  He did and I enjoyed his lovely back; this is a truly lovely manimal.

But, eventually, he got up and grabbed a warm wash cloth, and handed it to me.  It's interesting how different a guy looks after you have just fucked him.  He was cute, and engaging, but we were now withdrawn into ourselves after having been in the same place working together.  But he's delightful:  bright eyed, upbeat, cute.  I dressed and made small talk, and pecked him on the mouth and, grinning, he led me to the door.

Probably a one time thing, but a lovely guy and a lovely time.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Slutty Saturday

Last night I was making dinner and cutting up some jalapenos, and needed to take a bio break.  Now, I always wash my hands before taking a leak, but not usually before doing so.  Note to the wise:  if dicing jalapenos wash your hands before handling yourself.  I immediately felt the burn; perhaps it was exacerbated by the serious exercise my member got the day before...It lingered for quite awhile.

I hadn't connected with my Filipino pal in a while, though he's regularly flirted with me on line and repeatedly stressed his need to get his serious itch scratched.  Unfortunately, I've been unable to host and he has an odd living arrangement.  He rents from a gay couple and can't have company over for sex when they are home, which seems to be next to always, which is ironic because he's always in the mood to bottom.  We went back and forth on line over the holiday weekend (he thought he'd be able to host over the weekend and then the roommates never left.) Last minute I could, though it was a workday for him, so he wrote and asked about coming over for a tune up en route to work. 

Now I'd taken a relatively long hiatus from sex following traveling and then being felled by the flu (which, with the after affects, seemed to drag on for two weeks.)  Being concerned that I might forget the moves I was anxious for some action.  As it was, like riding a bike, I didn't forget.  But it was quick a task oriented encounter.

Normally I envision getting sucked as just part of the path to topping.   But, once he got naked and dropped to his knees his mouth simply felt amazing on my cock:  warm, soft, moist, and talented.  However, he needed to get to work and wanted my cock where the sun doesn't shine, so he bent over the bed and presented his prize for my attention. As usual, it was as clean as a whistle and I really got into probing him with my tongue (despite the fact I was operating on about a half a cup of coffee.)  This guy is pretty tiny (5' 7") and taut with an ass that is as cute as a bug's ear.  Soon he was begging me to lie on my back and crouched over me to lower and skewer himself with my cock.  It felt great but in light of how small he is (30" waist) he was grimacing and taking it slow; he wanted it but it was going faster than was comfortable for him and he disengaged with care and then laid on his back and with his legs in the air asked me to line my cock against his hole and wait for him to pull me in; this is his preference and invariably he does pull me in growling:  slowly, slowly!  Then when I am all the way in he asks me if I like my boy's ass, and then demands that I slam it into him.

In light of my abstinence it felt really great, but he was vigorously stroking himself and his hand was annoying me as it was distracting me from fully concentrating on my cock being milked by his hole.  However, soon it all connected and I was then spewing into him; the minute he felt me stiffen and my cock trobbing he urged me to keep fucking him faster and deeper and was spewing a big load moments later.  (It always astonishes me how little guys with small cocks shoot tremendous amounts of cum.)  I was glad that he managed to miss hitting the pillow this time, though he left me with cum soaked laundry.  Start to finish couldn't have been more than 30 minutes. He quickly jumped in the shower and was walking out of my place looking very proper and ready for work moments later (making me imagine the cum slowly leaking out of him into his shorts as the day progressed.)

Now it was still pretty damned early and I fetched the paper out of the driveway, poured more coffee and logged on to the various sites.  Then suddenly I was being hit on by a guy a couple of towns away who was begging me to travel over to do him last week, and who I'd later found had been checking me out on a bb site.  We went back and forth asking each other a number of questions (last test, bare or not, whether he gets bred or wants the top to pull out.)  All his answers were the right ones (bare okay if I was neg; cumming in him maybe based on the vibe) and, still horny as hell, I decided to drive over to his place.

I'd been reluctant earlier as he lives in a hardscrabble town to the west and I didn't know what to expect.  However, he lives in a private home (good) by himself (better) and just off the freeway (whew.)  I found myself driving through a nice middle class development, so I was totally at ease when I rang his doorbell.

He arrived at the door and was carefully groomed (Chinese American, so I was clearly having a Pacific Rim day.)  He led me directly into his bedroom and began to grope me; no shyness there.  I pulled him to me and we started to make out and he was on his knees opening my shorts and pulling them down. He wanted at the goods immediately. 

When we'd "negotiated" on line he's indicated that he loved to have his ass eaten, and I imagined that I'd spend at least 10 minutes eating him out first.  However, he was famished for cock and wanted me in him immediately; it was actually going faster than I wanted.

I find it interesting when people refer to those of Chinese heritage as yellow:  I am pink to peach colored and this guy is much whiter, almost ivory, compared to me.  The down side was that he shaves his pits and pubes and is totally smooth (dense, thick moosed hair atop his head though.)  A pretty guy though and passionate, but amazingly slutty.  There was no easing it in, he wanted me to ram it into him (I did ease in/ramming in assured a short fuck and I wanted to take my time) and he told me to ignore any moaning he might make and to keep fucking him as long and as hard as I wanted.  He immediately announced he was looking forward to my breeding him/guess the chemistry was working.

This guy is a great bottom and has learned how to use his ass to get a top off.  Even though I'd only cum about 2 hours earlier, I was ready to pop just a few minutes into him.  I found myself pulling out to cool off and to take time to eat his ass, which pushed him over the edge and made him get really loud.  But after about 15 minutes (pulling out twice) it was simply too good and I was shooting into him.  Being an experienced bottom he knew it and pushed me back and was sucking the cum, sweat and lube off my cock moments later -- but quick to push me back to kiss me and to shove his tongue into my mouth moments later.  This put me in a mood and I rolled him over and started to felch him.  We definitely got into some serious pig action (his ass was clean/clean/clean till I started filling it.)

He has a small cock, and like many bottoms he didn't get very hard at first, but after I came and we were making out I started to stroke his cock (he pushed my hand to his ass and wanted me to finger him and stroke him simultaneously) and shot a huge load across his body.  We embraced and I scooped up some and he licked it off my fingers, made out, embraced, rolled around and both got covered in it.  

While we spooned a short time he wanted to get fucked more and we got right back to it.  He wanted to please me and  I was glad to keep him on his stomach and side and to keep at him with steady thrusting; since he has super sensitive nipples it was great to wrap my arms around him and to have my right hand work his left nipple and vice versa. 

I doubted I'd be able to shoot a third load that quickly but after I'd been there ~75 minutes I was delivering another load into him.  After licking me off again he was working out another load himself.  As he got up and asked if I wanted to shower I got the message that his itch had been sufficiently scratched, but I was glad to be able to get on with the day myself.  As I dressed and he led me to the door it was initially awkward, but I pulled him to me to kiss him and he smiled and said he was looking forward to serving me again.  I assured him I'd probably be horny again for him a few  hours later (I was but didn't drive back.)  With any luck I'll be back for an encore this coming weekend.  I'll be careful what I handle afterwards.

Sunday, November 24, 2013


Well, I was felled by the flu about two weeks ago.  I savored every possible unpleasant effect/fear not,  I will spare you the gory details.  I know you've all been sick.  However, this was one of those sicknesses when after you were secure leaving the immediate vicinity of the bathroom you still felt like 10 miles of bad road for a week later.  Of course, since then other colleagues have been coming down with various aliments, and I think I might be playing host to a cold now as well; swell.

Suffice it to say I wasn't up for performing with another guy (though, with the help of vicarious experiences did purge the seminal vessels) and then, I just wasn't up for the chase.  I have been mildly interested but essentially want someone to put it in a bowl and bring it to me.

I had an amazing afternoon of sex with a Brasilian three weeks ago.  It began and ended skin to skin, with no discussion of condoms, but as I was cumming the first time he freaked and said "don't cum in me!!!" as I was then spurting.  I pulled out and managed to have the last lackluster spurt and a half hit his ass cheeks.  He played along pretending that I hadn't just shot several spurts up his ass and then, seconds later, greedy with lust, he said "now that you came outside me you can put it back into me."  It is amazing how folks can delude themselves.

We started fucking again, and then, midstream, he wanted to be assured I was neg, and then proceeded to pledge on his parents' lives and his cat  that he is neg (btw, I loathe cats, am allergic to them, and this one kept jumping on the two of us while we were fucking, wanting to play.  At one point while I was fucking him I felt it biting my toe.  Solution:  a pillow case, a brick, and a near by pond.  Okay, I know that I have just alienated all of you cat people.  Suffice it to say, I am a dog lover.)   His pledge, and earnestness were endearing.  However, later he wanted to be fucked forever, and then when I was certain I had just worn the epidermis off my cock he looked in my eyes and said "I want another cum from you."  Suddenly my balls complied and I dumped another load in him.

Since then I have gotten a number of paranoid and edgy emails from him, but he wants it again badly.  He wrote and told me how awesome it was (and, it was!)  He wants an encore, soon.  He was frustrated to be leaving town right after I nailed him (that night after we got together he was begging me to come back over, which for me wasn't feasible)  Then I got horribly sick while he was traveling and was still laid out when he got back.  But the hiatus gave his mind time to wander and he wrote if we were going to fuck again I'd have to promise to be exclusive with him in light of the tremendous risk.

Then he was only available from Thursday at 3:37 to 4:53 and the like.  Yawn.  And, in the meantime other guys have been hitting on me (they always want to connect on weekdays:  doesn't anyone, besides me apparently, maintain a normal work week?  I am, at best, good for an hour quickie at 6 pm.  Yet these dudes all think I am going to drive 20 miles to meet them in Bay Area after work rush hour traffic.   Answer:  no.)

Yesterday was a full, free, unscheduled day.  However, I had the usual piss away time errands (groceries, dry cleaner, wine shop) that needed to be completed.  My Brasilian pal, after saying he was unavailable yesterday until 10 pm wrote me at 12:30 and said he could be available at 2:30 pm.  I am not Pappa John's pizza, and while I would have liked to have fucked, my principle got in the way and I indicated I was busy.  Occasionally I think with something besides my dick.

Okay, I haven't described this creature.  About 6' 3" and thin as a rail.  Pale white skin (yes, a Brasilian) and dense chest hair and incredibly busy arm pits, but clean shaven.  Clean clean clean period.  A bit awkward; I entered his apt which is like tree house.  He invited me to sit on the uncomfortable IKEA couch and was nervous but immediately put his hand on my thigh, not far from my cock.  I looked at him and decided to get to the point "if this is going to work, should we move to your bedroom?"  He eagerly led me upstairs; clearly the fellow needed direction.

Now, my image of Brasilians is that of a sensual, sexually familiar people, having been there and seeing all the Greek gods walking around in sling shots with equally hot women (they don't, however, age well.  They are quite indulgent.)  This guy seemingly grew up in a monastery -- clearly no hedonist -- but he was definitely eager to have his buttons pushed.  He stripped in no time, was a passionate kisser, and gets points for a nice clean ass that it was nice to eat.   Thin but not athletic; pigeon chest, yet, pleasant to explore.  He has an amazingly small cock, relative to his height (about 5+ long and thin.)

When I entered him he was clearly in need of a tune up; no whining about going easy (though I always do) or slowing down.  In fact he cheered me on to really slam it into him periodically throughout the fuck.  After I came the first time we were enjoying the afterglow and he prompted me to remount him, but looked at the clock and freaked out, rolling out from under me and yelling "I'm late!!!"  A hair trigger there.  As it was daylight savings time had occurred the night before and it was actually an hour earlier; I was rising from the bed, but realizing that he still had time before meeting a friend, he pulled me back to the bed and encouraged me to fuck him some more.  After I gave him the second load and was dressing he looked at me and exclaimed "I really got fucked!"  Yes, indeed, he did.  We'll see if there's an encore.  He's genuinely nice, attractive, sane, and good sex, but I am anticipating it could become a high maintenance situation.  And his availability is incredibly random.

Well, he brought to mind other Brasilians.  When in Canada a couple of months ago a guy on line came on to me and wanted to bottom;  a damned good looking young guy who was aggressive about wanting to get plowed that morning.  He showed up at my hotel room pretty promptly afterwards:  olive skinned and very muscular: one of those bods you can bounce a quarter off.  He was into kissing, and sucking my cock, briefly, and liked having his ass eaten, but he wanted to get down to my fucking him asap (I later learned he was en route to work.)  This was a condom situation and while I lubed him up there was some clear discomfort as I penetrated him and he growled for me to slow down and to take it easy (the type of growl that makes you think the guy is going to punch you:  great chemistry for sex...and I was taking it easy, but he also was noting that I was really big.  His cock is about 6" and pleasantly uncut, and was drooling.)

His ass stopped tensing and began to accept me but he expected me to give him a five minute fuck (then urging me to ram it into him) and then to cum; it was only then that I realized he was on  a tight time frame.  (btw, guys I just realized I hit publish instead of save, so I am now finishing this.)  Well, I gave it a good try, but that's not how my mind and cock work, and with the condom expecting me to give a rabbit fuck and cum was unlikely.  I eased out and said it wasn't going to happen, but he was glad for the fucking and got dressed to leave without cumming (I had to wrap my head around him going to work with lube leaking out of his butt.)  Clearly the boy had an itch he needed to have scratched.

For some reason I think there have been other Brasilians, but only one comes immediately to mind.  A muscular nurse who I met in San Francisco when staying at a hotel there a few years ago on business.  Serious gym devotee, but obsessed about wanting a washboard stomach and was flying home for a tummy tuck (why did he share that?)  Swarthy, very handsome (long dark eyelashes; curly hair.) He was just beginning to bottom and brought out a bottle of poppers noting he hated drugs, but that he needed the poppers to get through being penetrated.  He liked being fucked (condom time) but was quiet and kind of morose.

So much for the joyful, partying, uninhibited Brasilian stereotype -- apparently these three guys were outliers, though all were hot to fuck.

Sunday, November 3, 2013


During my Northwestern sojourn I reconnected with my Indian friend (subcontinent, not indigenous.)  He is an interesting sort.  Passionate in bed, but laconic and almost aloof.   Early in our hook ups he bemoaned my not living nearby as he would have liked a relationship with me.  But, the last two or three times we have connected it has purely been no strings maintenance sex.  He's passionate when his clothes come off, but once he comes, or it is otherwise time for him to leave, he is totally detached and mentally gone as he's pulling on his clothes, with a cursory peck at the door.

The last two times I was in town I contacted him through the sites and he said he was seriously interested.  And, I got calls on my phone that were from a "unnamed" caller.  I was otherwise occupied (not necessarily fucking either, you smart asses) and then unable to reach him on the phone and inconveniently didn't find him on line.  As both were cameo visits this resulted in missed opportunities.  Disappointing, but it's not like I didn't have (and avail myself) of other opportunities.  However, the sex is comfortable and always pretty damned fine with this guy.  So I wrote him and said "it might facilitate matters if you left me your phone number:  after all,  I am not going to stalk you or share it and we're both discreet." 

Well, wonder of all wonders, he called and it was a disclosed caller.  However, I didn't recognize the number and didn't initially recognize the name of the heavily accented caller (he uses a European pseudonym:  probably both a function of discretion and American ignorance in refusing to master an Indian name.   My mechanic is Persian and was astonished by my calling him his actual name in Farsi; it's not like it's hard to do.  We don't need to homogenize everything.  However, I digress once again.)  But we set up a date.

Unfortunately I succumbed to the siren call of the Gamey guy (earlier recent entry) when I was supposed to connect with my Indian pal that evening; but having shot two afternoon loads I wasn't up for an encore that evening (and probably wouldn't have produced a load.  I have learned that bottoms, particularly guys who like it bare, want to experience the sensation of the top cumming; it's sort of a victory for them and receiving your load in their asses is their reward.  It's not just about that cylinder of flesh stretching them open and doing the prostate massage.)

My Indian fb was cool when I cancelled; we ended up connecting early evening two nights later.  He is a very handsome early 40's guy:   beautiful eyes, a head of dense ringlets, and body taut from regular exercise with moist dark bronze skin.  His cock is medium to small, but lovely.  However, he's not particularly interested in it being sucked or stroked:  he's there to get fucked, to have a warm load deposited in his rectum, and to spoon and cuddle afterwards.

As usual, the introverted man discovers his inner child when he strips off his clothes and  playfully runs across the room, rips up the covers, and dives underneath them, shyly grinning.   This is after we met at the door, we make out, and he opens my robe and grasps my engorging member.  I, in turn, drop the robe pull back the covers and climb into bed with him.  We make out under covers while we mutually stroke each other.  Wordlessly he rolls onto his stomach:  I know what he wants.  I pull back the bedclothes and proceed to eat his always immaculate ass and then to tease him with my cock head.

He's silent throughout:  changes in his breathing are his substitute for language:  I can tell when he wants me to penetrate him, both based on his breathing and how his body suddenly yields.  I hold still after penetrating as my cock is naturally pulled into him and then based on his breathing I gradually monitor when to feed more of it into him.

It was pretty evident it had been a while since he'd last been fucked; he was tight and I could hear some light gasps of discomfort that advised me to take it slowly; I eased out and applied more lube and went back in and we got into a rhythm.  However, it was evident he was pretty sensitive and getting sore.  He told me he didn't know if he could take it that much longer; so I eased out most of my cock and just left three inches inside him and very slowly massaged his entry:  gently pulling back and re-penetrating him.  His ass lightly gripped me and there was some nice friction for my cock head.   Just before I imagined he was going to call it quits I felt the switch flip and a load was spurting into him; shallow enough that I imagined it would be soon leaking out of him. 

He purred and pushed his back against my stomach and chest; we enjoyed the sensation of my softening cock in his now wet ass, and I wrapped my arms around him as I sucked on the back of his neck.  And then we both fell into a sound sleep.

For me, I suspect, it was a cat nap:  I don't imagine I was out any more than 20 minutes.  But my partner was seriously sawing logs:  I was listening to his snoring:  first soft and then with gusto.  After awhile the weight of his head was making my arm go to sleep so I very gradually adjusted my body so that I was still holding him but restoring some circulation.  At that point I wasn't entirely comfortable but I was enjoying it nonetheless as it was so sweet to feel his silky warm body and to listen to him enjoying his nap (shit, he was full on asleep.)  At a certain point, after he'd been out for over an hour I moved a good deal more:  I had to get up early the next morning and frankly I was tired of being immobile.  He woke up, looked at the clock and was astonished at how long it had been.

Without any thought to getting off, he jumped up, dashed to the bathroom to expel my load from his butt (discrete, but audible and apparently substantial.  While you'd like the bottom to want to keep it inside this was understandable, he was going commando) and was then quickly pulling on his clothes.  There was a chaste kiss at the door and he murmured about getting together the next two (my last two) nights in town.  However, it didn't happen.  He didn't check my messages on the sites, and I didn't choose to call (his voice mail is disabled) and he didn't ring me.  I did get a message from him a couple of days after I got home indicating he'd sought out a massage for his aching back and had nursed it but also hadn't checked his messages.  I am evidently on his mind as I noticed he was checking out my profile on one of the sites yesterday (when it occurred to me to tap this entry;  I suspect we were simultaneously on each others' minds.)

I haven't quite figured out his story:  I am imagining he must now have a boy (or girl) friend with whom he doesn't live:  hence, the serious caution about his phone and messages (though he has profiles on two of the sites, but then so do a lot of married and  "monogamously" partnered guys.)

Clearly I enjoy our time together, but it is definitely just all about getting that itch scratched.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013


Ah, there were a number of titles for this entry that went through my mind:  quickie; nooner, but I settled on Juicy.  I reconnected with the Mancub (sorry, you will need to scroll through previous entries to learn who he is.)  We haven't connected in a long time; he's repartnered and lives in the City and I simply don't find occasion to go into the metropolis proper that often, and our solar systems haven't been in sync.

He wrote me last week about possibly connecting and, as luck would have it, I had an appointment in the City today.  He was psyched, but gave me his address with the caveat that I text him in advance as he wanted to be assured we wouldn't be interrupted.  I went to my appointment and he texted "what's up?" and then a regretful "I was called into work at 1."  I looked at my watch and it was 11 a.m.; I checked gps to see how far away he was (2.4 miles) and responded:  "how about a quickie?"  He responded "hurry."

I arrived and was immediately psyched:  he pushes all my buttons:  cute, hairy, sweet, and fleshy on top of muscle.  Did I mention the guy has a distinct body odor that makes me hard as a rock? 

We stared to make out at the door:  he has a large, thick, juicy tongue and it was difficult to pull away to peel off clothes to get naked.  It's fall; I was at a work engagement -- many frustrating layers that I kept peeling off to toss on his couch.  He was easy to strip:  seeing his half dollar sized nipples and fleshy hairy chest made me gasp with lust.  We grasped each other as we made out and I was enjoying the heft of his significant cock.  My sense is that I am one of the few guys who fucks him as he's at least as big as me, and I bent down to suck his cock and his aroma drove me nuts.  He was nonverbally communicating we didn't have time and was task oriented:  he'd already sprayed Gunoil into his hand and lubed himself and me and straddled the bed to present his ass.  Still, I bent over and started to eat it (how does he get it squeaky clean, yet produce manmusk that makes me crazy?) and was immediately frustrated that there was no time for me to properly rim him and suck his dick.  Damn.

I know, you have no sympathy.  You shouldn't.  This hunk was bent over and begging for my cock, and I was able to press in and then ease all of it in lickity split:  no whining about taking it slow, or that it was too big, or that I needed to slow down.  Instead he was nagging me to push in deeper, to fuck him faster and harder.  God it was good.

This guy as a nice moist, warm ass and knows how to squeeze down and push back to fuck you back.  He was in a sweat to get bred and I was getting worried about being able to produce since he was clamoring for my load.  I found myself growing softer and while he was grunting with pleasure I wasn't delivering the fuck for which I am known.  I eased out and rolled him onto his side to make out with him; it immediately made me as hard as possible.   This guy is my wet dream.

I was conscious that time was running out of the hour glass and he ready wanted to be bred:  he wanted to feel my load slowly descending and dripping out of him (he goes commando, so wrap your head around that) and I was becoming convinced it wouldn't happen.  Now trust me, it was an awesome fuck:  I love hugging this stud, and his butt is amazing:  he is a responsive bottom who knows how to deploy his ass to milk his top's cock.  Then it suddenly connected:  my head was singing and I kept thrusting and he was growling:  give me your cum and then feeling the change in my body language knew he was getting it:  he started to grin and yelled "shove it up there, deep up there!  Give me all that load!" I felt him thrusting his body back hard against my pelvis and clamping his body down as he said "I want every drop!:  And then we were still:  I held him and he savored my arms wrapped around him; my hard but softening cock deep in his ass, our damp sweaty bodies pressed together.  And then we felt my cock slackening, beginning to retreat and it popping out of his ass (I am a grower, not a shower...)  We both sighed with disappointment; it was out, we were time compressed, and we both wanted to continue.

Uncharacteristically he was standing, moments later, to bring me a warm washcloth to wipe up (he's always absolutely clean; I was mopping off his sweat and the gun oil, essentially.)  And then we were  getting dressed and making chit chat.  We were working together:  neither wanted it over, but we are pals and I was helping him and he was helping me; none of this was articulated.

We pecked at the door and he said "I'll let you know about this weekend" when we are planning an extended visit when I hope he'll shoot in my mouth and that we can snowball, along with leisurely enjoying each other.  We have incredible chemistry:  the first time we connected I asked him to spend the night (he did) and then we spent the next four together.  When we connect we go at it for hours, but also we enjoy just talking and going out to share meals.  He's more than a fuck buddy:  smart, cute, hot, interesting, and a pig!  Woof!!!

I am keeping my fingers crossed for this weekend. This afternoon I was extremely mellow crossing back across the bridge and was in a very zen mood in the office.  My balls were pleasantly drained and I was feeling very gratified.  Hopefully more to come.

Sunday, October 27, 2013


So many things to chronicle.  However, I need to be inspired to write and have been negligent because, post coitus, I get otherwise occupied.

This past week was up north on business and received a growlr message while out and about on appointments.  This was a hairy bear, a type that always pushes my buttons.  When I got the message I was about an hour south of my hotel, but I had the afternoon off and was up for action.  This guy was aggressive and sent several messages; I was a bit blown away that he wanted to bottom and then, in the midst of the message ping pong, wanted to know if I'd breed him.  (At that point I hadn't cum in two days and was ready to hump a fence post.)

Something seemed vaguely familiar about this guy and, I'd gone through the back and forth about status (and, later in the week had a rapid test with negative results/despite my trepidation following the last "false positive" mind fuck rapid test experience.  The clinician was this very cool, businesslike black woman who was devoid of drama and refrained from pop psychology, which was refreshing.  She is also one of the few people to ever draw my blood and do so in rapid fire fashion and not leave a mark.  I complimented her on how good she was at what she does.  But here I am digressing, yet again...)

So this dude said he was neg and wanted to be bred, and was thrilled that I had a two day load I needed to expel from my bluing balls.

When he arrived at my room I immediately recognized him.  We'd played in the spring (it was right after I downloaded the growlr app, in fact.)  We'd had uninhibited sex (this guy is a real pig) but I remembered he'd wanted to know my schedule and to attempt to fit into every spare moment of free time I had, and then he totally flaked when I'd reserved time because friends of his had "dropped in on him."  (I was frustrated less not to have the sex than to piss away time when I could have been doing other neat things on that trip.) 

Before he'd arrived I'd asked him if he was cleaned out (earlier in the week I'd connected with a nurse, who was "cleaned out" and as I was fucking him could feel some residue water inside him and had my sheets festooned with coffee colored stains, that I ended up scrubbing out with a washcloth to later sleep in a damp bed; grrr.)   He assured me he was, though he'd been out and about running errands (so I did the math and this dude probably cleans out before running around, just in case he gets lucky.)

Well, he's tall, chunky, and hairy and super passionate.  While I like manscent, he wasn't musky but seemed pretty gamey, which I don't find very appealing (meditate on the difference.)  An unathletic guy, he arrived in those silky, nylon basketball shorts and was going commando (!)  which were red, with a clashing top another shade of red, and red basketball sneakers (not because he shoots hoops.)  He looked sweaty and frankly I was imagining the image of him walking through the lobby of the swank boutique hotel in which I regularly stay (can you spell trick?)

I was super horny, he was super passionate, and he was in a feline, tomcat sort of power bottom mood.  He did ask  if I was versatile and seemed disappointed when I indicated I only top (he has a thick, veiny, 5.5" cock.  Frankly I wasn't able to easily visualize him as a top.)

The making out did get me super cranked, and we got into mutual sucking and his cock was spewing a  steady stream of very good tasting precum.  He was anxious to get fucked and I gave him a brief rimming; he was seemingly clean but not in a good musky or sweaty fashion, but definitely gamey, making me want to get to fucking right away (normally I can rim a guy for a good 15 to 20 minutes; I love to eat a nice, clean, musky ass and I particularly like to drive a guy nuts doing so, making him thrash and beg for me to finally stop and to fuck him.  This wasn't one of those occasions...)

He loved it when I pushed in, but asked me to take it slow.  He has a nice warm, silky ass and is a responsive bottom (read, experience.)  However, as we began to fuck he kept asking me questions:  how long was I going to be in town; what was I doing each of the days; when did I have more free time to fuck him; what was I doing that evening;  could he sleep over during my stay;  how often did I come to town; would I like him to be my fuck buddy during those visits; did I have regular fuck buddies at home?)  I just wanted to savor the fuck and regretted not having a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth.  Other than the incessant and tedious questions it was a great fuck, and he was soon getting my load.  I don't emote when I cum; I thrust really deep and stiffen fully enjoying feeling the cum spurt out of my cock.  He asked "are you cumming?" and later said it was highly unusual because he could feel a warm, wet sensation that he didn't notice when getting bred.  (Too much information: at that point I was envisioning him being the Whore of Babylon and Typhoid Mary combined; it wasn't conducive to a relaxed sexual experience.)

I was in one of my jump out of the planes mood (when you only then start searching for the parachute cord) and we got into some hot oral (he's a live one and eagerly wanted to suck me after I'd pulled my damp dick out his ass) and, due to his tasty precum I wanted his load.  It was okay and we both snowballed and I spit most of it into his mouth.  He accurately called me a dirty old man; normally I am not that uninhibited, but I was definitely in a mood.

Eventually I was back in him, but realized it was going to take some time for me to work up another load.  He persuaded me to pull out because he wanted to be able to take me again the next day; remarking "you are really big and I will get too sore otherwise."  Fair enough.  However, he started to nag me about sleeping over (I made it clear that I do not want someone sleeping over when I need to get up for work in the morning; I am task oriented and don't want anyone messing with my routine.  He kept assuring me he'd be out of the way and would just leave after I'd taken off; right/ I want to leave some hook up alone in my room with my stuff?)  He kept asking how often I visited, could I visit more often, and telling me how incredibly handsome I am, and other bullshit.    Now this is a bear who is nice on the eyes (but would look better after a long shower, a shave, and with his hair combed) but it was bordering on him asking to pick out china patterns for Christ's sake.

We got back into some mutual oral (which shut him up) and took another load in my mouth, which I promptly spit into his.  However, when I went to rim him some more with the intention of more fucking, his butt wasn't giving off an engaging aroma.  I checked my cock and the sheets and both were clean, but the odor was reminiscent of a sewer grate (warning! warning! warning!)  I refrained.

Eventually we were on our backs stroking and I spewed another load; he didn't lean over to lap it up (perhaps I was expected to direct him?)  I wasn't heart broken, but it was an odd disconnect in the midst of the other piggy stuff (he'd been asking me if I'd pee in his mouth some time and fill him up; I have never gone there, actually...)

Well I was done and was going to a wine tasting and wanted him gone.  He asked me about that evening and I'd indicated I had plans (like getting to bed at a decent hour so that I could work the next day.)  He was very needy and talked about us getting together each of the rest of the days of my visit so that he could get as much of my cock as possible.   Hmmm.  There were other guys I wanted to be with and I wasn't going to commit to that.

Interestingly he didn't press me the rest of the week (maybe it's only when he's naked his does this shit and it's part of his fantasy?  If so he ought to abandon it; it's tedious and alienating.) But he was anxious to get together Friday, and after my plans had fallen through I was game, though I had a martini before dinner, and combined with a glass of wine I wanted to zonk out after a brutal day of appointments; he hadn't responded by 9:30 and then the next morning I found a message on my phone "probably after 11 pm".  I'd been sawing logs for a bit by that point (yes gents, you know you are an adult when you actually choose to go to sleep before 10 pm on a Friday night...)

The next morning he wanted to get together but I was meeting a friend for brunch, then he was working at 2 but would come over at noon, but was still at brunch with his friends at 12:30...yawn.

Well he scratched an itch (actually I scratched his) but no chance of picking out china patterns here.  Frankly I don't think there's going to be an encore.   I don't know that he's an intentional liar but he's certainly somewhat delusional.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Mud Ass

I heard the expression mud ass first on the Dave Chappelle show.  Little did I know I'd become more intimately acquainted with that phrase in subsequent years (pardon the pun.)

On my last trip after the "dork" wasn't able to join me I was wound up and wanted to fuck something fierce.  So after a lot of on line ping pong this guy from about 40 minutes came on to me.  He was incredulous that I wasn't available the next day (I had to work and also, unknown to him, had two other guys lined up) and was flying home on Sunday.  So he regretfully indicated that we'd have to hook up my next visit.  I responded I was sorry he wasn't available then.  He wrote back:  call me now/I'm on call and I'll say I got called in.  I played along; he is apparently married.

I was intrigued because as we first exchanged messages he asked if I fucked bare; I was direct but indicated I was cautious.   That was all he needed to read.  I indicated he should clean out at home, and he responded he'd need to at my hotel.  Okay:  I wasn't thrilled about that, but he was interested.

When he arrived he looked to be a solid middle class middle aged guy.  Hardly the slut he seemed on line, but then I have learned not to judge books  by their covers (people initially think I am very conservative and reserved.  Good; I don't like to show my hand.)  Well he went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open, started to prep. That grossed me out; I figured locker room type of behavior and that he'd probably been  military; maybe still was.  Unceremonially he threw the Fleet bottle into the trash where it loudly rattled.  I really didn't want to get that involved in him flushing out.  He flushed and then walked out in a mock leopard jockstrap (which was pretty ludicrous.)  I suggested he jump into the shower; I wasn't convinced a purge was equivalent to getting clean.

Fortunately he took a seemingly eternal shower, which reassured me.  Then he returned in the ridiculous jock strap, which he fortunately soon took off.  We made out a bit and then I went down on him.  He was wired for sound because as I gave him head and simultaneously stroked his rod he started to thrash and I could feel his balls throb as he erupted in orgasm.  I took it in my mouth and he was lying back anxiously waiting with his mouth open to snowball.  Okay, this was a live one.

Soon I had him on his ass and it seemed and smelled clean so I started to eat him; shortly afterward I was pushing against his hole and in him.  He grunted with pleasure and thrust back and we got into a nice rhythm.

Now this was while I was still sick and my cock and balls weren't communicating; but that night they were in harmony again.  And his ass felt good; too good.  Silky even; too good.  I thought, I've been down this road before and I don't think this is just the lube.  And then my olafactory senses kicked in; not good; I partially withdrew and saw a serious mess.  I very very carefully disengaged myself and got up; made sure he didn't move; grabbed a towel and advised him he needed to get back in the shower.  I cleaned myself at the sink and it was a major project.  Having changed diapers I am logical about these things, but was frustrated.  This guy clearly didn't do an effective job (like lying on the floor to administer the purge so that it totally worked.  Okay, too much information here.)

He exited the shower and started to get dressed, but my greedy side kicked in.  I'd almost cum and I wanted to do so, so I asked if he wanted to give it another shot.  He did.  We went at it again and this guy wanted a hard fast fuck full of deep thrusts.  Then deja vu.  I directed him back to the shower; we were burning through towels. 

Round three and I was seeing light at the end of the tunnel and my load rose and spurted out.  Good thing; not as bad as before but this was the end of my towels as I sent him back into the shower.  Miraculously we hadn't destroyed the bed; still I left housekeeping a big tip the next day for contending with the mountain of distressed towels.  The event was psychically as well as physically dirty; I've been lucky but this really grossed me out.  I mean, occasionally you get a skid mark; we know how the machinery works, but this was just plain nasty.

Well I played with three regulars after who know how to clean out (the Filipino boy said he flushed out five times, just to be sure.)  But I am traveling again and this gorgeous Mexican American kid came on to me.

He's come on to me before but the distance wasn't realistic.  Tonight I am in his home town and he was persistent.  I was just into reading (well, who am I kidding; I was also logged into the sites) and he really wanted to connect.  He's fresh and damned nice on the eyes so I said yes (actually I had two young Latino guys hitting on me simultaneously but I got a better vibe from this guy and he was the older of the two, being in his late 20s.)

Anyway, he wanted to come straight over and shower here.  Having been recently around that block I made it clear that I wanted him to prep at home and to totally flush out.  We made a date but I was concerned because he was giving himself about 40 minutes to prep and I know it usually takes longer.

Well he arrived and is a fucking  beautiful man.  Man was he hungry for it; this boy had a serious itch he needed to get scratched.  Taller than me, but when his shorts came down I was surprised by his small cock:  it is gorgeous but about 5" and probably 3.5 around.  Uncut though, beautifully shaped and carmel colored (actually he's all carmel colored with thick wavy hair and long eyelashes and a very nice bod.)

He was shy about kissing at first but once he saw my cock he wanted to kiss.  We made out, I sucked his dick a bit (which wasn't his need or interest) and ate his ass.  It was all good.  Then he pushed back as I rubbed his ass with my cockhead and impaled himself.  All good; we was crying out with need but I wanted to prolong this and got him on his hands and knees sucking me while I ate his ass.
Soon he was straddling me and sliding down on my cock and gasping with desire.

Well he wanted a fast rough fuck and it was good, but I got him on his stomach, which worked fine, and then he wanted it doggie style.  It was feeling great (this guy was another safe sex guy who put it in bare and never talked condom; he wanted my load in fact.)    He has a nice fine ass, and a nice fine bod and it was sweet. I was in deep; and then my olafactory senses kicked in and I smelled trouble.  Deja vu.

I carefully disengaged and made sure he didn't violate the sheets.  Then we both headed to the bathroom and cleaned up.  He wanted at it again; I should have called it quits then, but the greed kicked in.  I started fucking him again, but intellectually I should have known it would quickly end up gross.  However, he didn't "give a shit" (ahem) and while I fucked his increasingly dirty ass and he furiously beat off.  He collapsed on the towel I'd fortunately put under him and then I saw it was a train wreck.  I jumped up and went into the bathroom; I advised him to shower up.

Well he took a long leisurely time, and came out and then grabbed his shorts and said he'd love to do it again and was sorry he hadn't taken longer to clean out following a volleyball game. He begged me to keep his phone number and said he was sore but really anxious to play again.  So the guy is clueless. I hadn't cum and was both pissed he wasn't at least offering to somehow get me off, and relieved as the experience left mewanting me to get rid of him.  The guy simply didn't know better; he wasn't attempting to be an asshole though he was succeeding.  I guess he figured I got to fuck him bareback and that I'd gotten my share (and, maybe he thought I came, but I suspect that was an after thought.)

At least the bed sheets are unmarked and I still have clean sheets for the morning.  However, hereafter I am going to be damned careful when someone isn't prepped and wants to come over in 30 minutes.  It's just not worth it.

Monday, October 7, 2013


Well les balls and Mr. Cock are in dialog once again, to my immense relief (and release...)  On Friday night I hooked up with a guy (to be discussed in another entry) and my cock head and balls agreed to spew a load into him.

Saturday, before I headed home I hooked up with two guys I'd played with throughout the week.  Early afternoon I connected with the short, smooth, muscle bear (kind of weird to be calling a smooth guy a bear, but that's what he is, besides having a body you could bounce a quarter off.)

After making out and giving his ass a good eating, I eased in and decided to dispense with the acrobatics and to give him a traditional, all about me, fuck.  I wrapped my arms around him and got into some serious rhythmic thrusting for a long long time.  Didn't change position, didn't ease him onto his side, just pushed him flat and wrapped my arms around him and focused on the old in/out. 

Actually it wasn't just about me; he was loving it as confirmed by him moaning and continually grunting "fuck me" "Fuck me" "fuck Me" "FUCK ME".  We were rubbing our feet together and my cock began to sing enjoying his warm silky smoothness as I thrust back and forth stretching him open.  It felt great and like it would happen, but the switch wasn't flipping.  So, I did what usually works when I feel over stimulated:  I eased out and we cuddled and made out for awhile.  Then I pushed him flat and resumed; that did the trick and after some more steady fucking for awhile I felt the connection and a noteworthy load spewed up out of me and into him.  He clamped down hard and squeezed me for all he was worth (fortunately his guts aren't as muscular as his bod or he'd have crushed my cock.)  I laid on top of him and grew soft and it eased out. 

We then rolled onto our sides and cuddled some more, and then spooned and I grew hard again.  He pushed me flat and straddled me and taking me all in started to vigorously stroke and spewed his load, some of it shooting past my head and audibly making a splatting sound when it hit the pillow.  I scooped up what was on my chest and licked my fingers, and then urged him up to let me suck his softening cock.  He dove down to make out with me; after all these years we finally figured out that we both like to snowball.  It was a hot way to end, as I probably won't see him again for a year.   He's fun:  upbeat, cheerful, and is totally into no strings sex.  While he packs some serious meat he refers to my cock as "the monster."  He's partnered and I am guessing he's the top in that relationship and reserves my visits to explore his bottom side.

Well, in true slut mode, I had a date with the German that evening.   I knew I wasn't cumming in him (he was going through angst about barebacking, though came back twice for more...)  He arrived and, towering over me, began to make out with me.  After he was naked and we were rolling around in bed and making out for awhile longer I remembered he'd said he wasn't into kissing before we connected.  He was sure converted now.  At one point I said, I am going to push you out of your comfort zone and pushed my tongue into his mouth.  He is into kissing, but the tongue part isn't quite there yet.  Since he's been partnered for over 20 years this perplexes me; he's clearly into sex.  Kissing is such a fundamental part of the experience for me I can't figure out guys who don't.

His manscent was certainly pushing my buttons and we rolled around and I worked his ultrasensitive nipples and ate his ass and then, adding some lube, eased into him.  It's obvious bottoming isn't his usual role, but he was making up for lost time the three occasions we got together this week.  While he liked being fucked laying flat, he needed regular breaks (I was being super patient; I wouldn't classify what we were doing as fucking as there was damned little thrusting going on, more like easing back and forth but it felt soft, warm, tight, and nice.)  As soon as I was out of him though he was rolling around and getting on his knees to straddle me; he loved sliding down and riding it at his tempo.  He began to furiously fist his cock and then started to spew:  shot one hit me directly in the face, shot two went over my head and went splat against the pillow:  deja vu!  The rest dumped on my chest.  He apologized for hitting my face (why apologize?  it was hot and a compliment that he was that jazzed.)  I wiped up a small amount from the side of my eye and tasted it. However, I realized he'd freak if I licked up the rest, though I did go down on him again after awhile.  He had no problem with our embracing and rolling around and both getting covered with his cum though.

We kept at it for 2 1/2 hours and he came three times.  He kept playing with my cock, and really wanted me to cum on his chest, as I hadn't cum the previous two nights he visited (he came three times each time, and after the first night was so wound up that he beat off a fourth time when he got home.  He has amazing balls.)  He was playing a lot with my cock (I need to tutor guys though:  a.  don't roughly fist it/duh, it's sensitive.  b.  work the head gents, not the root.  Stimulating the head results in orgasm.

It wasn't happening and I knew he was disappointed, so I directed him to get on his knees in front of me and I started to seriously eat his ass and stroked my cock.  The fact that I was rimming this incredibly hot hairy guy was in my head as I stroked and my balls got into the mental image and cooperated and I spewed my load.  While it wasn't on his chest, he was very pleased to see me shoot.

We cuddled and I fell into a sound sleep with my arms wrapped around his warm hairy chest and drinking in his manscent.  He had to wake me up after a while to leave.

I would have liked to have taken the pillow with me (at least the pillow case) but I'd surely get a bill from the hotel.  However, I enjoyed the added auditory sensation.

Saturday, October 5, 2013


Growing up on the East Coast I was tangentially familiar with Yiddish and always knew that putz was the inverse of schmuck.  Putz has a dismissive connotation because it means small dick as opposed to the big, pulsing, self absorbed, angry for action image of a schmuck for which you have begrudging respect.  I'd also always heard that dork was synonymous with small dicked, but my quick web search hasn't confirmed that yet so far.

On business trips for the past three years this chunky, muscular guy has come on to me.  However, his schedule has never synched with mine so, before this week, we never connected.  This trip the guy found me on line and was specific.  Smooth, but muscular with padding:  I like the latter part so I set up a date.  During the appointed time, however, he was running late, didn't know where my hotel was (you map that out in advance dude) and the like.  I had to work the following morning, it was passing 8 p.m., I had gone to dinner early and rushed, and I was reading flake.  But then I heard a light tap at the door and there he was.

This fellow is definitely built, but chunky:  Japanese American:  picture a slimmed down sumo wrestler.  Shaved head, serious shoulders and thick neck and cut pecs, but with a rounded tummy.  Smooth all over (except for the long, black, straight, thick inky pubes that I had found typical of Asian American guys with whom I have played.  I find their pubic hair particularly hot.  With this fellow I discovered the pubes later.)

A strong, shy, socially awkward fellow who met me with an uncertain smile, was clearly relieved when I grinned back and put my arms around him.  He practically purred and was very into making out; I never thought I'd get him to move he was enjoying kissing so much.  But I snuck my hand under his shirt and was exploring that muscular torso and pulling his shirt off.  Nice, somewhat sensitive nipples:  this guy was, however, simply enjoying being touched period.

He was wowed as he got my pants open and explored my junk; I started to pull his shorts down and he embarrassedly said "I'm not the most endowed man."

Now, I know the stereotype of short cocked Asians is bullshit.  First, I have fucked a lot of them, and they have always had decent sized cocks/overall the guys I have been with have been in the 5 to 7 inch range, but I have also played with guys who have long thick ones.  Logic tells us that the stereotype can't be true with their being 1.2 billion Chinese alone.  Asian women surely like cock as much as gay men (well, almost as one enjoys cock as much as a gay dude.)  However, this guy appeared to have no cock at all:  I saw only a cock head sticking out of his torso/no bullshit.

I thought, oh wow, this is a mess.  Well, I figured he might be a great bottom (he'd come to get fucked, but also gave me a laundry list of caveats about his being tight, my taking it slow, his not getting fucked often...)  I know knew why he didn't get fucked often:  I imagine he gets little (pardon the pun) action.

Well, my determination kicked in:  I'd conquer this (less than) a mountain.  I'd get him hard/it surely had to get a lot longer. He had to be a grower not a shower.

Alas, at full mast he's three inches and narrow.  Poor thing.  I got into this pop psychology thing and imagined that's why this shy, soft spoken, seemingly insecure (who wouldn't be insecure with that shrimp?) guy had gotten seriously into lifting.  Without question he is big, muscular, and strong.  No one would imagine what was under his shorts looking at him.  You'd think he was packing 9 based on his bod.

I stroked and sucked and tried to work my magic:  he thrashed and sighed.  It was clearly a charity case for me at that point.  Frustrated I rolled him over onto his stomach and started to eat his ass.  Then things changed.

A very nice ass, it was fun to eat.  It was clear this boy hasn't been eaten much and he was in ecstasy.  Besides his ass tasting good (Boy Scout points for a very clean ass, but in terms of positive stereotypes, Asian Americans are usually squeaky clean).  I got up after getting him super relaxed and slack and rubbed my cock up and down his crack, connected with his hole and very gradually pressed against him:  pop/penetration.  Stayed there.  Slowly inched into him.  Then he asked if I had a condom.


Well I eased out, ate him some more, and we made out and rolled around, rubbed against each other, and I encouraged him to straddle me.  My hard cock was pressing against his ass, and he lifted, directed the cock head against his hole, and slowly impaled himself and slid down it.  I just layed there and waited for him.  I could feel his guts adjusting around it; small spasms; his heart beat through his intestines.  And he slowly lifted himself up and then slid down again.  I let him direct the action.  Eventually I thrust up with my thighs; he got the message and lifted up a bit so I could do the thrusting.  He looked like a five year old with an ice cream cone.  He clearly had no interest in a condom now and never mentioned one again; in fact every time I was out of him he was anxious to get my raw cock back up his bare hole as soon as possible.

Eventually I got him on his stomach and took it slow but fucked him flat, doggie, on his side.  We rolled around and explored a variety of positions, taking breaks to make out, lick, and stroke.  It was nice and my cock felt great taking it's time slowly stretching his smooth, tight, silky hole.  He commented "wow; it feels great and doesn't hurt at all!  I've never felt like this before!  You are so considerate and take your time; no other guy has been like this."

Well this brought out my compassion (and some irritation.)  I was determined to make this wonderful for him and periodically eased out to eat his hole for a long time, took breaks for long, languid making out, and massaged his little button (read cockhead) throughout.  The irritation was over guys who had just used the poor dude, hurting him and leaving him sore.  Jesus; I don't just want to use a guy as a receptacle.  Sex should be interaction and you want your partner to be enjoying it as much as you are; to me its two guys striving to bring the greatest pleasure to the other and majorly getting off in the process.

It was warm, comfortable, and very nice.  I knew he'd freak if I shot in him and my balls were still defying Mr. Cock (last night they weren't/to be described in a subsequent entry) so I eased out and said I wanted him to get off.  His little cock was throbbing at its full three inches and he was stroking (it looked like he was pounding his torso with his fist, actually) and then the copious amounts of cum I expected were saturating his dense pubes (btw, he has an enormous ball sack:  all his dna focused on the balls I guess.)

We cuddled and enjoyed the afterglow; he wanted to stay but I had to work and he had a 40 minute drive.  He reluctantly dressed and hugged and kissed me at the door and asked "when's next time?"

Last night we were supposed to get together and I was astonished that he cancelled:  he had to work late in his family business and I was not into playing at midnight:  today is Saturday and I wanted to sleep in but also to get a decent night's sleep as I am going to kick this last bit of lingering cold.  I am sorry that it looks like we won't reconnect because he is so sweet and the sex was so warm and intimate, and I'd like to see this guy have another good time with someone who isn't an asshole just out to get off.  Hopefully next trip we'll reconnect. 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Pungent Deutsch

Traveling again, and I do have several adventures on which to catch up.  I have given up on trying to chronicle everything here, so I guess it's just a matter of distinctive experiences and my mood at the time whether I will tap out gory details here.

Last week I ended up succumbing to the inevitable cold I get each fall traveling.  Inevitable because flying is traveling in a pretty disgusting tin can in the sky where people hack and cough and the nasties get in the moist air and swarm around and make more nasties and then settle into your lungs.  Anyway, I was apparently coming down with it when I was with the boy (and hope he didn't catch it) because when I got home it hit me between the eyes and while I had to drag myself into work.  I threw the towel in early a couple of afternoons and headed home to zonk out like Rip Van Winkle:  12+ hours at a time.  I doubted whether I'd be able to make this trip but managed to rebound somewhat and am feeling much better, besides an occasional cough or trickle down my throat. 

Okay you are asking, what the hell does this have to do with leaving pecker tracks?  Well, I was taking cold medicine with that crap pseudoephedrine in it, which I hate, but it dries you out.  How it affects me is that it prevents me from cumming for at least a week after I use it/my body apparently retains the shit.  Anyway, any type of cold also affects my ability to shoot; I can still get hard as a rock and drip loads of precum, but the balls will not listen to Mr. Cock.  It's very frustrating!

So this trip I did score with a long standing fuck buddy, so far twice, and we had marathon raw sex.  He's an insatiable bottom and hot:  solid muscle and smooth all over (largely Polynesian) with an enormous cock.  He had no trouble shooting, especially when I got him on his back to fuck him while he stroked off (he almost had a seizure when I pulled out to suck his cum dripping cock and then wrapped a muscular paw behind my neck to pull his mouth to mine to make out.  Score.)  But, despite my fucking him from every angle for going on 2 hours (this isn't internet bullshit, it's real.  Actually I did wear the skin down on the underside of my cock, which made it pretty sensitive) I couldn't make the switch flip.  While he enjoyed getting drilled open (and we have set another date for before I head home) he was also frustrated because he likes to feel me spurt in him and to feel it slowly drip out as he's driving home.  Yesterday he gave it his damnest and sucked me for a long time with the hope of coaxing a load out (truth told, it is rare to never that I can cum getting sucked, except for Mr. Molson on the last trip.)

While I really enjoy sex with him, we've been fucking off and on for six years when I visit.  And, he's smooth, and I recognize I am cranked by hairy guys.  And, while his ass works up some nice musk, he's otherwise devoid of odor (actually he spends over an hour flushing out before he comes here to bottom:  you could store food in his ass, it's that clean.)

I did, after an eternity of jerking, manage to coax out a load the night before, which assured me it wasn't broken.  And, knowing that I imagined I'd passed a corner yesterday (but did periodically cough and had the occasional nasal drip.) So I employed pop psychology and thought that perhaps familiarity was breeding contempt (oh man, double entrendre and possible mixed metaphor there/borderline cheesy.)  And I thought that a hairy Caucasian might just be the trick to getting the lava flowing again.

This hot (from my lens) hairy, bearded white dude, middle aged, has been coming on to me for a couple of days and I decided to invite him to my room.   During the preliminary hook up ping pong of messages I admitted my fetish for armpits and manscent (okay guys, for those reading "freak" I simply like an undeodorized guy who regularly showers.  I prefer a man's scent, not that of Safeguard or Irish Spring.)  He duly noted it and left off the Right Guard when he biked over.  Actually the ride made him pretty pungent, which surprised me as he indicated needing to shower before making the trek.  When I greeted him at the door his strong manscent hit me before we embraced.

He arrived grinning like a school boy and had a decided accent.  I was cool and didn't immediately inquire but when I had him naked I did ask:  I'd assumed he was South African or Dutch, but instead he's German.

A nice bod:  middle aged padding, but solid underneath and very very furry.  Extremely sensitive nipples which made it oh so fun to venture back to them and listen to him gasp, and it was fun to feel him clamp down on me every time I worked them while fucking him.

He advised me that he wasn't much of a kisser, but said he was a sucker for a beard and would give it his best shot.  Well, he was giving it a shot long before he got his clothes off.  We apparently both majorly pushed each others' buttons.

Much of the time we simply enjoyed hugging and stroking and nuzzling.  He went down on me and I savored his rod (uncut in the European tradition.)  As I savored probing with my finger under his foreskin it occurred to me that Europeans often have serious body odor.  Why I thought?  I mean I know that they aren't as soap obsessed as we are, and that they aren't into deodorant overall, but the guy had just come out of the shower.  I've gotten down with white Americans after a run and the most they smell is a bit salty.   Go figure.  Anyway, it worked for me and while stroking, and licking, I was burrowing into his arm pits and getting my beard saturated with his musk, which in no way deterred him from making out.

After a while I did roll him over and sent him into orbit eating his ass.  He's partnered (a man) and the sex has largely dried up at home (apparently a random three way on occasion) and this guy needed a tune up.  He indicated that he hadn't bottomed in eons, and was nervous about my taking it slow.  After I finished with his ass (which, btw, was devoid of any musk whatsoever, interestingly enough) I started to massage his hole with my head and pressing against it both felt it easily slipping in and him pushing back.  I gave him only a few inches at a time, and then reached for the lube so he'd enjoy it.  Soon I was all the way in, and after a minute or two he was asking for condom. I gradually withdrew and said we should just continue to explore without one and I was good without fucking.

Well, he was seriously wound up by then and while we rolled around and stroked and rubbed and licked, he was soon straddling me and, grasping my dick, lining it against his hole and impaling himself on it.  He rode it like a pogo stick for a bit and then asked for a condom again.  I pulled out and said I'd like to just explore without fucking.

After awhile we were spooning, and he was pushing his hole against my cock and pulling it into him.  Okay you can write the next couple of sentences:  asked for condom, I said no thanks, let's just stroke/lick/suck.

Well the boy was hungry and I did roll on a condom, knowing I'd never cum.  However, there were moments when I thought I would with it on; I'd definitely known I could cum (then) when I started fucking him without one at first.

After a while I got tired of sawing in and out of him; he was loving it, but all I was getting out of it was the satisfaction of seeing his eyes bulge and listening to him gasp and groan.  There was the challenge of skillfully working the dude to give him the maximum pleasure without any discomfort.  But I eventually pulled out and peeled off the condom; which he looked at longingly and with some disappointment.

Moments later he was straddling me, my bare cock was in him at his direction and I was thrusting upward.  As he was getting into it he called for a condom again.  Yawn.  This went on several times; the guy was loving getting fucked bare.  At one point he begged me to put on a condom so that I'd fuck him and shoot inside him, but I knew we were past the point where I'd cum.   Too much stimulation, too much delayed gratification.  While my cock was dripping with clear ooze imy balls were saying a firm "no way."  So I asked him what he wanted. He was stradding my legs moments later and stroking off and left a nice stream across my chest and stomach.  I didn't dare taste it as I knew he'd freak out.

We cuddled and spooned and enjoyed the afterglow.  I stayed hard as a rock (illness never affects my ability to get hard) and he was loving my cock pressing against his ass.  Yeah, you guessed it, it was soon, condomless, and in his ass again.   We rolled around and made out and sucked each others' rods and he was soon on his back pulling me into him and firmly rubbing his cock and shooting another load.

His German determination wouldn't let him give up on my cumming.  I finally grew soft, prompting him to play with it again (I could hear my balls saying "give up already, we aren't surrendering."  He tried and tried, but somehow he ended up on his back again, with me thrusting in and out and shot load three (I was impressed/ he was in a daze.  He protested that his goal had been to get me off, but a hard dick has a mind of it's own, eh?)

It was hot sex and I really enjoyed him.  Cumming is just the icing on the cake (quite the metaphor, I know) and I do like icing a lot, but I truly enjoyed sucking and licking, and fucking, as well as smelling the dude.  It was better than fine, it was sweet. 

We both had to work and he very reluctantly got up and dressed.  His partner is out of town and he really wants to play again; he has plans tonight and noted his ass needed to recover, but he'll be back tomorrow night.  Maybe my balls will cooperate.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Role Playing

I had a cameo appearance in So Cal earlier this week and was able to hook up with "the Boy".  Actually, he prefers to be addressed as "son", as he calls me "dad".  Previous readers will remember it took me a while to surmount some nausea over this.  However, it's his fantasy and I have learned to work with it.  This visit I got to understand it a bit better.

As in the past, we wanted to find the door unlocked and the room darkened.  I heard him quietly sneak in and looked up to see him stripping; he grinned when our eyes met and he jumped into bed with his shorts on (only for me to promptly rip them off and fling them across the room.)

He was hungry to make out and I enjoyed having my hands explore his smooth body.  Except for his pits and bush he's hairless until you get to his thighs, which are dusted with thick course hair.  It's a pleasant ying and yang for the fingertips.  I was soon fondling his low hanging balls and had my index finger under his foreskin/it was nice to listen to him sigh and feel him thrash as I pleasured him and I was soon sucking his not yet hard cock-- as much attention I devoted to it he still didn't get fully engorged.  He was waiting for me to work his g spot, so I flipped him over and started to tongue his ass.

I love eating his ass, nearly as much as I enjoy fucking it.  It's taut and only slightly curved, almost flat.  It's easy to get my tongue deep in him, and I enjoy listening to him gasp and push back as I push my tongue back and forth.  While we've been together many times, this time I noted a disconnect from his voice when asking me if he was making daddy happy, and when he'd change position or jump up to get poppers (his normal voice.)  It was the first time that I noted two personnas simultaneously.  By then his cock was rock hard.

That night he was in a power bottom mood and mounted me and was riding back and forth on my cock, but worked with me to leave enough room for me to thrust up as he slid down; not my favorite position, but it was nice.  He was clearly enjoying it and we kept at it for quite awhile, and then he lifted off and remounted me facing away (ass to my face.)  It was a new grip on my cock and it felt sweet as he repeatedly lifted up and then slid back down to impale himself.

Eventually, however, I wanted to do the fucking and got him on his knees.  For some reason this night he had acute gut control and was clamping down and squeezing my cock as I thrust in and pulled back.  It was pretty amazing.  If we'd had started that way I would have shot quickly, but the straddling action, while nice, wasn't massaging my head and kind of put my cock and balls into a neutral:  a nice warm, soft, wet sensation, but it wasn't quite the friction that commands my balls to surrender their load.   But it was all feeling good, and I knew if he didn't nag me it would come on and he'd get a major load as I hadn't shot in a couple of days.

He was on his knees (again not my favorite position; when I want to deliver the pay load I need to have the guy pinned to the mattress and be thrusting in) but I felt it coming on; he was murmuring about how it has always been his fantasy for daddy to fuck him, and how some day he'd like to have  another man and me take turns with him to see who would cum first.  That threw off my concentration totally (actually because the possibility sounds somewhat hot.)   Then suddenly he made some reference to "when I roll play I'm thinking..." and I realized the complex duality that was going on in his head when we play.  For some reason it made it less weird for me.

Well he was soon begging for my load, but by that point my balls were singing and willing to cooperate; I didn't then cum on demand but after some sustained thrusting I felt my balls let go and could tell it was pretty substantial as the spasms lasted quite a long time and he was murmuring about how warm and wet he felt.  While I knew he'd want to go for seconds, I realized this was it as I had just returned from the East Coast and was feeling the hour.  He must have sensed it because he pressed his back to me and inserted my cock back in his ass as he vigorously stroked off; apparently be shot a huge load because he was frantic about wiping it up so I wouldn't have a wet spot to sleep in (actually it would have been way okay in a kinky way...)

Then he curled up with me and like a puppy put his head on my chest and we caught up.  He started to talk about work and to get conceptual and it was comfortable and nice and sweet; us both post orgasm, damp with cum, cuddled together and making regular conversation.  We both wanted an encore, yet recognized I was spent and he had a long drive home, so we recognized we'd enjoyed a intense prolonged fuck and that one orgasm each was banquet enough."

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Canadian Bacon

This past week found me up north in Canada and while I was busy, I did manage to work in some m2m time.  Two of the adventures were less than satisfying (and one wasn't an adventure but just plain weird; they'll be grist for another entry.)  Here I'd like to talk about two hours of mind blowing sex.

This stud came on to me and I do mean stud.  Very muscular and cut; as it was probably -2% body fat.  Shaved head, clean shaven, and manscapes as I found out as he has a nice dusting of hair but define stubble across his bod.  He must take hours evening it out, but he does have an incredible body.

He sent me a message written in the pig talk dialect:  apparently usually a top but wanted to get fucked and I inferred (correctly) he wanted to suck cock and to swallow the guy's load.  I was skeptical because Mr. Gym Rat and I are not a match in that respect.  And, the pig talk was a bit too Brad McGuire for me.  But I also realize that my cock makes a hungry hole drool.  So we set up a date.

I was busy with work engagements, came back and got a couple of delay messages:  still out drinking; at home cleaning out.  I was assuming this meant flaking as it was 11 pm but then I heard a tap at the door. 

When I opened it this gorgeous grinning guy was standing there; his smile was so warm and genuine I couldn't believe it.  He was wearing a nylon Nike long sleeve tee and the guy simply has an amazing body.  I expected him to say it wasn't a match and he was heading out.  Instead, he pulled me to him and started to make out.  And he was insatiable; he was loving making out and couldn't get enough of it.  I was wearing a robe and he shyly parted it and started to delicately explore the goods.  I decided it was time to get that Nike tee over his head and OMG, just gorgeous.

Now Mr. Stud had no attitude:  zero.  None of the "I am beautiful and have a bod you can bounce a quarter off of" (you can.)  Sweet, nice, and very appreciative of being touched and very very responsive.  His nipples are super sensitive, but he kept pulling me back to making out.  This guy defines passionate.  What was icing on the cake was the rich Canadian lilt in his accent.  Definitely the Molson man (who now, apparently, hangs at the gym.)

All I was getting was affirmation from this muscle God; he followed instruction well and his pits were undeodorized (but being squeaky clean in a macho way, despite our going at it for two hours his aroma was faint at best.  I'd like to go at them after his morning work out.)  It was a lot of groaning and sighing and moaning in an endearing but macho way.  He was hot but he was fun; extremely good natured and sweet. 

He went for the prize and gave me a nice, wet, sloppy blow job and I could tell he has achieved his goal of throating it from the repeated satisfying gagging noses when I saw his lips buried in my pubes and felt them getting drenched with his spit.

But I wanted at his bod and he was quick to do whatever I asked.   I started to work his shaft (shorter than mine but a beautiful shape and heft) and he was clearly loving it but pulled me off and said he hadn't cum in a couple of days and wanted to wait until after I'd fucked him for awhile. So, needing no further invitation, I rolled him onto his stomach and started to feast on his ass.

I don't know if anyone has serviced Mr. Stud properly before.  But his ass was a definite feast and I kept at it a genuinely long time, taking breaks to lick his taint and balls and then to suck his hole before pushing my tongue back in.  He was pretty vocal and then apologized for being too loud (he really wasn't, but this guy is a class act.)  I rolled him over and worked around his cock with my tongue and licked up to his nipples and played with his balls.  My goal was to make him crazy with lust and I was succeeding.

After awhile I got him flat on his stomach again and after leaving him wet with my spit started to massage his crack with my cock; when the head met his hole he was dialated and pushed back to meet me and it immediately yielded and sucked me in.  I wrapped my arms around him, sucked the back of his neck, started to massage his nipples and very gradually fed it into him.  He responded with several spastic shaking spells of pleasure and soon he had it all.  I pulled back slowly and finding his prostate was careful to pause and to give it short persistent jabs.  If this boy ever tops its a puzzle because he was a total bottom.  He couldn't get enough of it.

Well the Invisibleman decided he needed to graduate from the introductory to the 300 Level course.  He had some semi seizures as I made him roll onto his side and pull this thigh up for deeper penetration (I realized the soreness potential and kept it to a minimum.) But we did it all; the corkscrew fuck, short gentle jabs followed by random unannounced thrusts, him legs up on his back with his eyes bulging each time I thrust deep.  He then said at a certain point:  "we didn't discuss this; I am gathering you haven't got a condom on."  I ignored the question and continued and he nonverbally responded by pushing back to my thrusts and murmuring, "keep fucking me, don't stop."  (Later on he did ask me not to shoot in him, which put my balls on almost permanent hold.)

After the don't cum inside me direction my head changed.  I'd been imagining how to make sure I gave him a second load after the first and that clearly wasn't going to happen.  But, exploring this dude's fine bod and making out with him was banquet enough; cumming would only be the icing on the cake.  So I eased out and said I needed a bit of a break.  He started to ask me how he could please me (Jesus dude, you don't realize you are?)  He loved it, but was concerned that I was doing all the work (it was hardly work; I was a man with mission.)  As I pulled out he was worried about whether he was clean enough and bent down to sniff my cock and pleased with what he found grunted out an yum and swallowed my dick (God I love it when you pull out of a guy and he immediately goes down on you again.)  To show I wasn't an asshole I pulled him to me and we made out which made his eyes sparkle (yes, this man actually exists. This wasn't a stroke dream.)

We spooned and made out, but each time we did he grasped my cock and held it against his hole while he pushed back and pulled me in; if we just took a break of any sort he wanted my cock planted in him. 

This seriously went on for 2 hours; I had to have fucked him minimally 90 minutes of the 120 (probably because I hadn't cum.)  But it was getting late and I wanted to cum and let him know it.  I asked him where he wanted me to cum (he wasn't there yet, alas) and after initially asking where I wanted to cum (I knew I'd shatter the moment if I was candid and  said in his ass) I turned it on him and asked his fantasy.  He wanted it in his mouth and went down on me and started to give me some more sloppy head.  Now that normally doesn't work for me (I like it tight, and I like my head steadily massaged) but the whole scene and that it was this amazing wet dream sucking me that I felt the switch flip and my load rise.  Well, Mr. Molson was grunting and sucking with gusto; he'd gotten his dream.  He bent to kiss me and was surprised and jazzed that I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in. 

Then I returned the favor, grasping his shaft hard with my lips after throating it and pulling back hard with my lips clamped together and working his shaft as my head went up and down on him.  It wasn't long (thank God, because I can't keep sucking forever, it gets tedious) and he started to thrash and I felt ongoing spurts into my mouth (probably eight sizeable ones.)  Normally I don't swallow after I've cum but in this case I wanted it, and he pulled me to him and explored my mouth with his tongue to get a taste.

Well, at that point I was looking at 6 hours of sleep if I was lucky; he was very gracious and knew he should go.  We reluctantly separated and took breaks to grasp and grope each other as he dressed and we hugged and made out at the door.  I then learned he'd left the keys with the concierge downstairs; man this guy was serious.  One of those wonderful evenings, probably never to be repeated but definitely indelibly etched on my memory.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Southern Comfort

Ah, it's been a week already.  I am at home, frustrated, as since luck would have it I started to feel shitty on Friday and on Friday afternoon threw in the towel (I left 20 minutes early, and could feel the world screeching to a halt.  Talk about Shylock.  Trust me overlords, like Gloria Gaynor, you will survive.)  So I limped away from Dracula and climbed into bed and slept 12 hours.  Fun, fun, fun!

I am currently sitting naked, but for a bathrobe, and tapping this.  I decided that since I was under the weather I could do something productive and write you all (the few of you who actually acknowledge being out there.  Btw, a literal handful away from the 1000 mark on Tumblr, though other than selecting images, not a major ounce of creativity represented there.  But I have beaten that dead horse here too many times.  I know, no images and multisyllabic words aren't sufficient stimulation for the one handed crowd...)

Despite the minimal number of my recent entries (the fact that it takes about a week for 20 people to seem to read one of my entries is a disincentive to chronicling, I thought some of you guys like Raulito, the seductively anonymous (and damned hot) Cool Top, and Bruce Chang make it more than worthwhile.  So, here's another entry for the team (or trio.)

Admittedly, I like to score as much ass as possible while traveling.  It's like collecting merit badges or completing reading books:  a trophy of sorts.  And, I definitely like to maximize access to a limited amount of soap, water, clean towels and sheets that I don't need to launder (though, I always tip housekeeping:  not because I leave a battlefield but because I do have a scintilla of social consciousness.  And, I don't leave them a mess; I treat other people the way I would like to be treated.  But, I digress, as usual...)

So I was in this really sorry assed hotel in St. Louis that was pretending to be something it wasn't.  Anything with the Holiday Inn tag is always suspect, regardless of whether they adorn it with a Crown.  (I think it was a Crowne in this case, the e persuading Joe Six Pack that it has more "class".)  Unfortunately, I arrived well before the standard check in time and dead dog tired agreed to be put into a room that was ready (for those of you who don't travel, that means you are then agreeing to sleep in steerage for full price.)  Despite being tired, however, I was as horny as a three balled tomcat.  I hadn't gotten any the night before and wanted to make another notch on the bedpost.  So, after securing a room (ahhh!!!!) I logged in to the various sites.  It was a weekday; most gents were busy but a few bit, mostly to jerk me around while they probably jerked off.  Realizing that at the outset I wasn't resentful (occasionally bored and irritated, but that is a part of the territory) and had low expectations.  One gent, working from home, was ready and randy.  Of course, he had to do a thousand and one errands (yawn.)  I took a well needed nap, and then he was actually there knocking on my door about 90 minutes later (after he'd collected his dry cleaning, bought groceries, and put the frozen food in the freezer.  Yes, this is real!  Guys actually explain this shit to you!)

I opened the door and there was a nice enough looking guy; of course he'd shaved 10 years off his profile.  My guess was semi-retired.  He was tres-southern Midwestern, in that everything he was wearing in casual attire was top of the line  from haute outlet malls (yeah, I am being super bitchy in this blog, and admit it.  But I am also not feeling well; today's alibi.) 

He was (is) pretty fit:  tennis and the pool at his condo complex.  Clean shaven, painfully carefully groomed.  Oh well, he was there...not my wet dream and surely I wasn't his.

We kissed, he seemed moderately into it.  However, he wanted my cock and savored it and got it nice and moist and wet.  It was clear what he wanted.  His cock wasn't significant and didn't get particularly engorged so without much dialog I flipped him over and attacked his ass.  It was (is) a nice ass; firm for his age, relatively small, and super clean.  He was very feline and his purring as I ate it reflected that.  His purring was so intense that he was now putty in my hands; I rubbed my cock up and down his very wet (thanks to me) ass and as my cock head adjoined his hole he eagerly pushed back to impale himself.  Major purr.

I asked if he wanted some lube, but he indicated he was good (it was super wet and tight enough but not so tight that I felt like I'd rip him or rub the epidermis off me) and we went at it:  thrust, purr.  Withdrawal:  purr, purr.  Thrust back PURR.  You get the idea. 

It felt damn good and sucked on the back of his neck.  I recognized from the outset he (and I) saw this as a maintenance fuck:  I wanted to shoot my load and he wanted his ass stretched and his prostate massaged.  I kept thrusting and withdrawing with ongoing affirmation (purr, purr, purr!!!!) and then asked "do you want it?"  He did.  And, I let it go.  I know it was a noteworthy load.

After I shot he murmured:  "I just broke a couple of rules/I don't bareback and I don't take loads" (that was redundant, but I know when to listen and certainly not to correct.)  I assured him I was clean as my cock grew flaccid and then slowly slid out of his now slack ass.  Then he was soon on his feet.

He didn't want to cum; he was good.  He quickly slid on his Ralph Lauren shorts, his Lacoste polo shirt, and sandals by some designer I don't remember, and was out the door.

Despite the fact that he was as clean as could be, I felt somewhat dirty.  Definitely cheap.  However, I quickly got over it.  After I secured and locked the door, I turned the faucet on to scalding; wet a washcloth, got it soapy, washed the operative parts, rinsed them, and took a long nap.  To paraphrase Bob Seeger, he used me and I used him and we both got our share.  Fair enough.