Brasilians

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.