Monday, May 27, 2013

Magic F Stick

This morning I reconnected with a tall, handsome bear with whom I had amazing sex on three occasions this winter.  Since then we our orbits haven't been in sync:  the days I am typically available he's been tied up (figuratively,  not that way) and he gets home from work well after I am comfortably ensconced for the evening.

We keep an eye on each other from the various sites since we last hooked up and have had some near misses.  This morning we were going to connect really early, but then I was tied up till late morning and he had early afternoon plans.  It looked like it was going to be a bust (he said he might be finished up late afternoon, but I know how that usually works out) but I messaged him and asked if he was up for a quicky.  There was a little message ping pong and then he said okay (part of it was his worry whether at the last minute he'd have enough time to clean out.)  I myself was still funky from a day of serious gardening; he told me to just drive over but I decided that while it was wholesome honest dirt it was more tolerable, but jumped in the shower for a quick rinse.  (Later I found out he was hoping that I was a bit musky as he has a thing for pits as well:  great minds think alike...)

He's a passionate bear, and when I arrived he was really into making out (which we do best lying down as he's 4" taller than me.)  We were really savoring it and he noted "I don't know how to speed it up since you and I have had so much time before."  That was for sure as I'd been there for three hours each time before (and the first time I gave him three loads.)

As we got naked and horizontal he warned me that he didn't know how it would go as I was the last one to fuck him.  Shit, that was three months ago!  This boy needed a tune up badly.

Well despite his warning me he was tight I knew I was going to get in, but wanted him to be totally relaxed, so I rolled him onto his back and as we made out I massaged the underside of his cock with a finger until he was steel hard and then proceeded to give him serious head, deploying every trick in my repertoire.  I was rewarded with him thrashing and moaning in pleasure and then rolled him onto his stomach to start eating his ass.  So after awhile I'd reduced him to jelly and started to rub my cock up and down his crack.  He complained that I was teasing him when I knew how much his ass wanted it and he started to moan as my head pressed against his hole.  He decided he wanted it with just spit, but he was super tight and as I went in I figured I'd loose the epidermis on my dick if we didn't use some lube.  It felt good then but I anticipated major sore cock potential.

He buys Gun Oil, which I love:  just a little bit and you slide right in.  As soon as I penetrated him I knew I could cum quickly, but since we didn't have all morning I wanted to hold back for awhile from giving up my load.

It is really fun to fuck a guy who loves to be fucked and who wants it as deep as you can thrust it, and as hard and as fast.  I usually am not into fast (I am more into technique and moving from flat to right then the guy's left side so that I can really stretch him open) but can vary.  This was the complete opposite of a guy who I fucked a couple of days ago who decided I was too thick and could only take about 3 inches in short tiring jabs(a weird story to be chronicled another time.)  Today my bear was really loud and telling me how much he'd missed my fuck stick, that it was magic, that it was my magic fuck stick.

Soon he was begging for my load.  He was loud, we were both really sweating, and I had an eye on the clock knowing he was on a short time frame.  So I began to worry that my ability to cum had passed (I like affirmation, but when a guy is really loud I find it distracting and it breaks my concentration.  And, when I have been fucking for awhile to bring back that ready to cum sensation requires my being singularly focused.)  Nonetheless I was really enjoying the fuck:  it's comfortable being with him and flat out fun, and he's hot and his ass is amazing.  Suddenly the feeling came on as he'd started another refrain of coaxing my load to spurt.  It was great that he knew from my cock's throbbing that I was giving it up and he shoved back hard and clamped down saying he wanted every drop and that he was going to keep it in him for the rest of the day.

I was ready to get out of his hair as the sand was almost out of the hour glass, but he urged me to lie on his back and stay in him.  As it was, I'd managed to fuck him for 20 minutes (yes, I can go a long time...and this was rushing it.)  I eased out and rolled onto my side and we enjoyed a couple of minutes of afterglow, but while he said his pals could wait I didn't want to mess up the rest of his day.

So I was slipping on my tee shirt and shorts and we kissed at the door and I headed out.   It had been 45 minutes, yet it didn't feel rushed.  But we both want to keep at it all morning or all afternoon (or both) next time so that he can really polish my fuck stick.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

No Kissing Allowed

After an unintended hiatus (a long, tedious story, not to be discussed here) I have to catch up with a lot of chronicling.  But, the beat goes on (pardon the pun) and a description of yesterday's assignation follows.

The VGL (Very Good Looking) guy of months ago, with whom I've hooked up several times despite the horrific initial dirty butt episode ( nasty!) has been at me the last couple of weeks to reconnect. He's married and on the d/l so his availability is sporadic, though I have found him pretty consistently available on Saturdays -- he's wanted to connect more than I have been available or interested, actually.

These are purely maintenance visits for him.  He likes cock:  wants to suck cock and more importantly to get fucked, but it doesn't involve much beyond that.   As prequel to getting fucked he does love to have his ass eaten, and he does like to have his cock, balls, and taint licked (but then, don't we all?)  But the process is pretty mechanical, and while he's panting and sighing and groaning in pure pleasure the experience is entirely devoid of any passion.

Why do I bother?  Well, quite frankly the guy has an incredible body:  -5% body fat.  Not muscular, but toned:  defined pecs, defined biceps, defined thighs, a flat stomach, beautiful feet, and pits full of thick, dense hair:  woof! I think he works out, but his bod looks like he's a devoted swimmer who is also a regular at the gym and possibly runs as well.  He doesn't have an attractive face, however; it's acne scarred and his wiry greying hair is combed backwards with gel.  When he wears glasses you could imagine him being a librarian or computer programmer (until the clothes come off) especially since he wears comfortable looking suede sneakers, grey polos, and jeans.  Nondescript for sure.  But naked he is a wet dream.  His skin is slightly olive:  I wonder if he has Italian or Middle Eastern heritage/probably the former.

His ass is pretty amazing:  small, compact, taut, with a nice bit of fine hair.  Otherwise he's not very hairy at all, other than dense pubes.  Where he's got hair it's dense and nice. 

Eating his ass is great, but from the time he arrives until you are mopping up and dressing afterwards he mostly whispers:  it's sotto voce sex, though when my body is pressed against and deep inside him he's clearly audible, but an audible whisper "oh, oh, ahhh!  I love your cock!...ah!!!"  He's got a beautiful cock, an inch shorter than mine and thinner, but it's shape and color are simply gorgeous.  It's great to suck, and the balls that frame it are equally nice.  I could imagine him being a superb stud to service a woman, but yesterday I inferred his wife doesn't get any or if she does it's extremely rare.

I couldn't host, but he always indicates that he can "find a place."  My guess is that he is involved in property management of some sort.  Yesterday he indicated he would find a location nearby; I was supposed to see the Arab, but he had nine zillion errands in the morning and would be able mid-afternoon some time.  I don't like to have my day off on hold waiting for "some time" so I went with the bird in hand (a Cock in this case/okay guys I apologize, I simply couldn't resist that pun.)

Well he gave me directions, but in a squirrelly way gave me the wrong condo unit number (he's terrified of my outing him apparently and ignores requests that he text me, and only responds through email, which is tedious.)  So I got to this condo unit cluster and of course the odd numbered units were separated from the even numbered units and you ended up in the wrong pod of even numbered units in a fruitless search for the even numbered units in question.  I was eventually "successful", however, and knocked on a door then answered by a woman.  So I immediately made up a lame excuse and headed to my car and ran into my fb who said "I hope you didn't knock on the door" (duh, of course I did bendeho!) but he led me to the unit he had found for us.

It was weird/full of furniture and dreck, being cleaned out, two bedrooms with beds covered with clothing.  The master bedroom had a water bed and he didn't want to fuck on that, so he found a towel and we played standing and then on the floor (okay, yes it was tawdry.)  He was super worried about our making noise that would draw attention to us from the neighboring units.

He was a bit frenzied and I needed to advise him, when he was naked "don't you want to take your glasses off?"  We awkwardly embraced grasping each others' cocks.  We needed a leader, so I pulled him to me and placed his under mine and started to stroke them together and he started to kiss my shoulder and neck, but almost caught himself.  I noted a progression of sorts in this hook up.  He'd contacted me and indicated he wanted me to cum in his mouth, which really surprised me as my orgasm has always been an after thought (he's a nice guy but once he cums he slips into his nervous "I need to exit quickly" mode.)  However, fear not, I wasn't of the misimpression that his wanting me to spurt in his mouth was emanating from a desire to please me/the desire solely arose (another pun! dammit!) from his need/his fantasy.

Well, after rimming him and sucking him and getting him to suck me, I lubed up and pushed into him (fortunately I thought to bring lube.  Question:  if I hadn't what would we have done?  He seemed pleased and surprised that I had some; it hadn't occurred to him that we'd need some?  To ask if I'd bring it if he didn't have some?)  But it was a nice fuck and his ass felt amazing and I knew that if he'd had let me I would shoot deeply into him at any given moment.  As if he was in my head he murmured "I want your cock in my mouth when I cum."  Okay.  However, I wondered how clean he and it would be.

The fucking was truly great but he wanted me to pull out so he could suck me some more.  As I eased out I told him and wanted to clean it off first.  I'd come prepared with some fancy towelettes (lemon scented, very gay I guess) and they didn't come away dirty.  With no reluctance he slurped my cock into his mouth and sucked me with gusto, but pulled off and said he wanted me to fuck him more and laid on his back with his legs in the air.  I'd discovered his nipples were sensitive and he was grasping my hands to lead me to them and I pushed slowly into him but could tell that that position was really stretching him and I was taking it slow and easy:  the sweet pain he was experiencing was evident and he was thrusting back against me when I'd pause:  he wanted to get fucked.  

Since he's so fit he was able to keep his legs up in the air for along time and I was loving pistoning in and out, but they started to ache and he wanted them down.  I was a bit worried as I started to notice a fishy (!) aroma and didn't want to come out of him suspecting the reason.  I managed to stay in and managed to get him with his legs back up in the air after awhile,  but soon he said he wanted me to cum in his mouth.

When I pulled out I could smell something/my cock didn't look bad but needed to be wiped clean (love those towelettes) and as he moved I noticed a wet, light brown stain on the beach towel.  However, with no reluctance he had the head of my cock in his mouth as I stroked off and took the entire load (but soon spit it into the towel...)

Moments later he wanted me to fuck him some more so he could cum (again gents, please note:  if you don't want the guy to cum inside you, despite the fact that you already are getting lots of his precum if he barebacks you, his cock will continue to have cum in it immediately after he's cum.)  So I used some lube and invited him to straddle me and he eased down on it, grimacing in pain/pleasure and began to vigorously work his cock and a geyser of cum shot out.  This was no stroke story fantasy either; it was real and it was a huge amount of spunk that hit my face, covered my chest, and some was soaking the carpet.   The last time we'd played he'd indicated he hadn't cum in a week; I commented on his amazing discipline and he said "yeah, some times I hold back for weeks to see how long I can go."  Okay, that confirmed that the Mrs. isn't getting much if any.

Well, we both literally mopped up (he had paper towels there/gross but somewhat helpful) and ushered me out saying he'd finish cleaning up.  It did the trick but was like eating a pop tart for breakfast; while it sated the hunger it wasn't a nourishing meal.  However, he did kiss my neck and take my load in his mouth; we might be working up to bacon and eggs.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Hungry Boy

So, this week I returned to So Cal and arranged, in advance, to hook up with the boy.  Every time we hook up he arrives, mid-evening, and after we are done announces that he hasn't eaten dinner (he also admitted that sex makes him ravenous afterwards.)  This time was no different.  I'd eat a meal with him, but I don't want this to get out of control:  I want to keep it a functional, just physical relationship.  Once you cross certain lines you then become friends and then just friends instead of fuck buddies (though, the Mancub and I have managed to straddle that type of relationship.)  Ah, but I digress...

I missed my initial flight, but still got settled late afternoon.  He was supposed to eat and come over afterwards, so I caught a light bite myself.  Around 7 pm he announced he was en route, which was really early for us.  It seemed like 10 minutes later he was tapping on the hotel room door (I was engrossed in Tumblr profiles so slammed the laptop shut.)  There he was standing, hoodie on and an affected macho Latino alpha look of indifference on his face that melted when the door to the room closed. 

Suddenly he had a warm smile and his eyes were twinkling.  He rapidly peeled his clothes off and embraced me with vigor:  we started to make out and he hopped up to position himself so my cockhead was resting against his hole:  he started to moan with hunger to have my cock deep inside him.  I dropped to my knees to get a taste of his fine uncut cock, wanting to enjoy the turtleneck before he got fully engorged.  He pulled me up and then dropped down to briefly suck my cock as an appetizer, but it was clear he was famished for the main course, and wanted it served up quickly.

He was soon on the bed with his ass up in the air and getting the message I started to feast on his hole. I was really chowing down on it and he was urging me on with endearing pants and coos of pleasure.  But he wanted me to fill him and I definitely wanted to push into him.

It was another of those times when you push in and you immediately feel like you are going to shoot your load and you have to will your balls to hold back.  My cock was incredibly sensitive and super stimulated.  He was really enjoying it and pushing back and clamping down on it with his muscles.  I was going to give it up figuring that I'd get hard again and work on a second load, but he was inside my head and begged me not to cum yet. 

This was new as he's usually thirsty for my cum as soon as I push in; last time we connected he was crabby that he only got one load.  However, I held back and we both savored a long leisurely fuck.  I was sucking on the back of his neck and licking the inside of his ears and wrapped my arms around him so I could tweak his nipples.  He was responding back with clamping and relaxing his guts and pushing up as I thrust down.  He kept taking brief breaks to snort poppers, but after a long time at it he said "cum any time you want to Dad, I want to feel you shoot your load." 

Well, holding back usually throws my rhythm totally off, but it didn't this time and I felt the switch flip and enjoyed feeding his ass my load as it spurted into him.  He knew it and commented on how he could feel my cock continue to throb.

This time he was eager to get off himself, and when I eased out he immediately got on his knees and started to jerk off with a frenzy, spurting a huge load onto the mattress.  He was soon up to get a towel to mop it up, and then was grapping his boxers: this was new; I expected him to lie back and chat, and then to coax me to give him another load as he usually does.

As it was, he said he'd blown off dinner with his mother to come right over and needed to head out to see her.  I teased him about his not having eaten again and he laughed and noted that the sex had left him famished.  It definitely worked for me as I was able to get a long night's sleep and felt great the next day.

I was down there for a couple of days and we were supposed to reconnect but he flaked, but wants to reconnect during an upcoming trip.  Perhaps we are just at a maintenance fuck point; if so, fair enough.  I must admit, however, I am looking forward to the next meal.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Greedy Bottoms

Writing recent entries I alluded to frustrating sex late this winter that I was going to chronicle.  Having a moment to reflect I am going to flashback to that here.

Following my hook up with my Southern CA Boy in late January, which while initially satisfying resulted in my picking up a lingering cold from him, I arranged to hook up with him again on a subsequent trip down.  Each time we plan to connect he tells me he wants to spend the night with me, which never works out and, in all honesty, usually ends up as a relief for me.  The one time it didn't (prove a relief) was when I added another night to the trip and he ended up being sick and almost flaked entirely.  Then I'd actually looked forward to repeatedly fucking and sucking him all night and a lazy following morning with him in bed.  So much for well laid plans (admittedly cheesy pun there.)

Well in late February I made a cameo appearance back in Orange County and arranged to meet my boy at the hotel where I usually stay ("our place", so to speak.)  As luck would have it my late afternoon flight was delayed/he responded "no problem" as he was going to have dinner with his folks.  So I mellowed out with a glass of wine on the plane, another over dinner, and got naked and climbed into bed, following his direction to leave the door open (which required my placing a piece of paper over the lock, which did creep me out a tad as any lunatic could get into the room.)  Having spent the day in my office before flying down I was bushed, and with the wine I ended up zonking out.  I was abruptly awakened, however, when the door pushed open and there he was.

He quickly stripped and climbed into bed with me and we made out and sucked each other but he was there for the main course:  he wanted to be be fucked and bred --several times.

Now, for a period of time I was taking forever to shoot my load, even when barebacking.  Usually it was a function of the bottom begging for my load from the moment of penetration and nagging me throughout the fucking to seed him right then.  Cumming is like dessert, or the icing on the cake (okay that was a terrible metaphor.)  I like to enjoy fucking:  feeling the guy's tight, moist hole grasping my cock, the friction of his ass rubbing against my cockhead, and a throbbing connection starting between my balls and my cock head resulting in a load eventually pulsing up my shaft after alot of mutually pleasurable stimulation before hand .  It normally doesn't require any encouragement, and knowing how to satisfy a hot bottom I usually try to delay shooting my load,and not allowing the possibility to take over as soon as I feel it impending.

If I am tired, however, or if I am not feeling 100% well or "perky" sometimes getting my nut takes awhile.  Now my So Cal boy has typically gotten two loads from me each time we've connected (he'd have gotten a third if our mutual schedules had allowed.)  This time I was enjoying the fucking but he started to nag me to breed him from the time I pushed into him "daddy I want your sperm!"  (Okay, for some reason sperm, being a clinical term, doesn't jive with the psychic atmosphere when barebacking a guy and wanting to leave your claim by depositing a load deep inside him.  Then, not sufficiently distracted he then started to say to me "I want you to make me pregnant!  I want to have your baby daddy!"  Now, I am really not into the roleplaying scene, and have "played along" with this guy's daddy thing because he is cute, and a passionate, amazing bottom with a tight ass and a nice, meaty uncut cock.  But this  definitely crossed the line for me and hearing that I mentally threw up a little in my mouth.  (Years and years ago when fucking a big muscular stud/wearing a condom, he demanded that I say "now you're pregnant!" when I came.  A definite buzz kill.)

Now fucking the boy was an effort; I stayed hard, but I was distracted and his further nagging had me frustrated and wanting to cum just to get him to stop nagging, not as the pleasurable anticipated conclusion to hot intimacy.   As it continued to take longer to get there, I needed to pull out and to take a few breaks.  He started to get sulky, which irritated me.  Finally I was back in him and my load pulsed out, which was a relief not a pleasure.   The ending didn't leave either of us satisfied and he was soon out of bed and getting dressed saying he needed to go eat (interestingly, whenever he cums he gets voraciously hungry.)  I wasn't sorry to have him leave but asked "I thought you were having dinner with your folks.  ?"  He'd indicated that it hadn't worked out as he wanted to get ready (i.e. cleaned out) to see me.  It was a brusque ending.

Subsequent experiences with the Arab (sorry guys, if you don't recognize who these fuckbuddies of mine are, you'll have to drilldown and read my earlier blog entries/both these guys are well chronicled) he was also nagged me for my loads from the start (ironic as for the first year and a half he and he was paranoid about my cumming in him/now getting bred is what it's all about for him when we hook up.)  The result was that while I stayed hard and fucked the hell out of him, the only way I could orgasm was by stroking off afterwards.  For most bottoms at least half the experience seems to be their desire to see the top cum, at least as much as getting stretched out by a big cock.

For awhile I worried about whether I could still cum through fucking.  But during later hook ups with other guys I had no trouble cumming while fucking (e.g. the Ricecake asked the last two times I fucked him "you're cumming already?!"  I wasn't about to risk holding back and then taking another twenty minutes to shoot.)  With other guys as well, either wearing a condom or bare I've had no problem giving up my load.

My So Cal boy has seen me on line since my return home and several times has indicated he's looking forward to daddy fucking him again.  I am due to return to So Cal in two weeks, and am staying at "our place."  I want to reconnect with him, but might need to keep a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth when I am fucking him. 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Big Belly/Tiny Ass

Well, I fell off the wagon yesterday after connecting with a single bear on Growlr who lives nearby work.  He didn't have alot of pics on his profile--other than a nice butt shot-- but clearly was hairy and a bear, both of which I like, and was pretty anxious to bottom.

When I arrived he had just stepped out of the shower, and greeted me at the door with a towel wrapped around his waist.  I was struck by his protruding hairy stomach, not one that has dropped or sags, just big and full and round, on a youngish fairly short guy with pretty small, taut ass cheeks.

He was pretty passionate, but needs to be sent to kissing school (I find it frustrating when guys dart their tongues in and out of your mouth in the guise of kissing:  just relax, open your mouth, press it to mine and let nature take over!)  Soon he was on my cock and was kind of mechanically going up and down it sucking (again, relax, explore, take your time!)

I decided I needed to provide the direction and pushed him on to his back; unfortunately he never got totally hard (he was very into it, but I have found this to happen on big guys who are total bottoms.)  He was pretty responsive as I sucked his cock and balls trying to get them hard, but the closest he got to really hard was after being rimmed and fucked for awhile.)  Soon I rolled him on to his stomach and started to give him serious rimming/while he'd been pretty vocal (earlier I was wondering if it was forced when sucking him as his cock stayed flaccid, and he'd been vocal when I sucked his nipples, but when I pointed out mine weren't sensitive he said his weren't very either --huh?)  I knew he meant it when I was rimming him and kept at it for a long time.  He greedily pulled his ass cheeks apart and thrust back to get my tongue in deeper.

After awhile I started to tease his hole with my cock head and it was clear from his pushing back that he wanted it bare and he wanted it immediately, but he was quick to grab for the lube observing "I'll need it; you're a big boy!"

He loved getting fucked and I was enjoying it, but he advised me he's given to anal orgasms, which cause him to spasm (with pleasure) and to squeeze out the guy's cock, and require a short break before going back in.  We weren't at it long when this happened just as he described, though it was seconds before --at his urging-- my cock was back inside him.  It was definitely different, and a rhythm that required adjustment, but I was getting a groove on.  He was urging me on, panting about how great my cock felt deep inside him (we moved around still he was getting maximum penetration on his side, but he gets major points for really liking lying on his stomach while I drilled him.)  He was into dirty talk and kept asking me if I liked his ass and it if was tight enough for me, and if he was squeezing my cock hard enough.  I responded I was going to make it mine/after we'd been at it and I was really enjoying it and after having been squeezed out and reentering three times I was just about to blow my load, when he said "just don't cum in me."  Good timing as I immediately pulled out my cock as it was about to spurt and shot on his back (he asked how I was doing and didn't realize I'd just shot on his back, saying "I'm totally focused on how my ass feels.")

Lying there he said "I hope you can cum again" and urged me to push back into him.  (Okay, this is where I don't get the logic:  don't cum in me! -- though your precum oozing bare cock has just been fucking me for awhile--and then when you do cum, while your cock is still hard and has cum residue in the shaft --push back into me.../I guess it's all psychological solace.)

I like a break after I cum, but this guy was really enjoy bottoming and I wanted him to have some fun and to hopefully get off also.   But, while I might be hard, when I resume fucking immediately after cumming it's just a dull, yet okay, sensation for my cock.  My pleasure at that point was coming from pushing his buttons.  We tried his straddling me to stroke off (his cock was "hardish" at that point) but his stomach made that a challenging and awkward position for him.  He stood spread eagled against the bed while I stood behind him grasping his hips to fuck him (which I actually was enjoying, though standing up sex isn't a fav for me) and we also fucked on the bed doggy while he worked his cock.

Eventually I needed a break/it was getting pretty mechanical for me and my cock wasn't feeling pleasantly stimulated.  He resumed sucking me (and was mellower and doing a nice job) and we made out (again, mellower/less manic and vastly more enjoyable) while he stroked my shaft.  He was hungry to have me back in him though, and we had several sessions where he spasmed and moaned with pleasure from anal orgasms.  This was the first time I'd been with a guy who reacted like this. 

After another oral and stroke break I was feeling some friction and stimulation again and pushed back into him, and noticing that some musk was arising from his pits (it was a warm afternoon) I pushed his arm back, pressed my face into a pit and inhaled as my cock was thrusting against the walls of his soft, warm, moist ass:  then the switch flipped. I quietly kept fucking as I felt a load rising from my balls, and without any announcement discretely pulled out to shoot on his thigh.

We'd established that he wasn't going to cum (he noted sometimes he can't and other times he hits the ceiling) and after a civilized hiatus I asked if I could wash up.

It was  a pleasant time, and he's certainly conveniently close for an after work maintenance fuck, but it wasn't the comprehensive type experience I typically find fully satisfying.  Not sure if I see an encore in the works.