Saturday, July 20, 2013

Equipment Malfunction

Greetings.  There is so much to catch you up on!  However, I simply haven't been that inspired to write here.  Okayish experiences as of late (though the following won't fall in that category) but I've been lately seduced by my tumbr. blog.  How is it that I have just 56 followers here, but on tumbr, after a very short time, I have 613 followers to date?  Apparently it is, as the adage attributed to Confucious:  "a picture is worth a thousand words."   If you are curious check out my tumblr blog  You might need to do so quickly, as word has it that the idiots at yahoo who just bought tumblr with Chinese money now are intending to purge explicit matter in order to "protect kids."  Okay, they are already protected on facebook, I imagine twitter, and you can't post anything "adult" in matter on mobile apps (a cock or ass pic is just too offensive to the public!  Male pecs, however, are okay, but not a woman's breasts...Guess what assholes!  Male pecs and armpits give gay men hardons.  Back to union suits I suspect.)

So the assignation to which the title refers will be a short one.  The "vgl" bottom with whom I periodically hook up needed a tune up and contacted me several times.  I couldn't host; he is apparently in property management (or someone in his family is) and he located a property for us to connect late last week.  I had managed to get off from work early (highly unusual) and donned shorts, sandals, and a tee and met him at the assigned designation.

It was one of those hot, oven like, Northern California July afternoons, and he ushered me into an un-air conditioned condo for sale.  He was super paranoid, as usual, about being heard (I don't cry out, even when cumming/I focus my concentration on my cock, not drama) and then led me upstairs in search of an appropriate place to fuck in an entirely unfurnished unit.  Oh, and add to the challenge that he didn't have a towel or blanket and the condo was all beige wall to wall carpeting. He was also worried about spotting the rug (I was thinking "well how well did you clean out?")

We went into what would probably be chosen as the master bedroom and started to strip.  It was about 85 degrees in the room.  Now I don't react well to excessive heat (and hate to have sex in it) and often break out rash like from it.  He pointed to my hand as we stripped and got paranoid about the heat rash on it "is it contagious?!"  Not a great way to start.  Then he pulled out a wad of paper towels that surely came from a Texaco station; his preparation for the encounter.

He is a very very fine specimen.  Despite an acne scarred face he has a very finely toned body (-10% body fat.)  Washboard stomach, cut pecs, lightly defined biceps, firm thighs and calves.  His cock is simply lovely:  not huge but beautifully shaped and a genuine pleasure to suck and throat.  He had done some serious manscaping so his chest and "pube" area had just a five o'clock shadow, but the hair in his pits was coarse, dense, and thick (alas, he's too uptight to fully give into the mansex experience and I knew it would weird him out for me to eat his pits.)

The point of the rendez-vous was for him to get fucked.  I wasn't thrilled about lying on the unfamiliar wall to wall carpeting but figured I was going to bareback him and didn't know whose wick he'd last dipped, so...  He was hungry to suck my dick and I loved giving him oral and then rimming his tiny, fine, bubble butt.  After I'd gotten him nice and moist he wanted it in him. I'd teased him with my cockhead while he was on his knees but he wanted to sit on my cock.  So using his tee shirt as a floor drape (yeah, you are getting a clear idea how sordid this scene was) he lubed himself (again, I had to remember the lube) and started to slide down it.  It was really hot listening to him grimace with pain/pleasure as he slid down it, but he decided he needed more lube.

Now based on our initial encounter I was worried about what my dick/his ass would look like when we disconnected:  I was relieved there was no smell/no debris.  However, as he grabbed the lube the entirety of the scene kicked in with my subconscious and my cock went to half mast (well, perhaps 3/4 mast; it was still partially engorged but not hard enough to penetrate him.)  He tried stroking up but required instruction (the feeling is in the head:  duh, not at the bottom of the shaft) and then needed to be instructed to try sucking me hard again.  I was working on his digit (which had stayed hard) but it was getting to be labor and my body said "fuck it" in the perjorative sense of that term.

We both acknowledged it wasn't going to work, and graciously he noted "I think the location has you uncomfortable."  That was correct, as well as his beginning the experience by worrying about whether I'd give him a rash, and his not being into kissing, etc.

I realized I was there to satisfy his need to get fucked, and I was there because I have enjoyed fucking his fine bod, but to surmount the circumstances it needed to go further, and I knew it wasn't and so did good ole Mr. Penis.

So, admitting defeat we both zipped up and headed our separate ways.  Of course, as I anticipated, I was hard when I got home (central air conditioning does help) and easily rubbed one out.  Fortunately there are happy tales to tell.  So stay tuned, and my apologies for the hiatus in writing.