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 24, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Napping
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.
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.
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