While busy on Tumblr, I have taken a lengthy hiatus here. And, yes, have been keeping my gun in my holster more than usual. However, there are several piquant entries percolating in my memory that have yet to be shared here. One follows.
Back a month or so ago a local toned cub and I engaged in dialog; both of us wanted immediate gratification. As it was, his partner was out of the country for a month on business and he had an itch he wanted scratched. A nice looking dark haired, blue eyed, bearded dude, with body hair accenting all the right places in all the right ways. Yum. And, a bottom; what wasn't to like? He also responded well to my interest in a clean hole and bod devoid of scent but that of his own making. So, despite his living in Oakland I overcame my trepidation and headed over to his place.
Oakland does have a well deserved reputation for being like Dante's Inferno, but there are nice spots (right, I can hear you saying, there must be nice parts of hell as well...) His neighborhood, despite not being in the Hills, exudes character and charm and is full of normal, industrious citizens. So I parked my car, and found my way to his rooftop garden apartment.
He was the epitome of warmth and hospitality when I arrived. Hook ups are often intially awkward, but his warm smile, offer of water, or coffee, or a beer and a seat to chat made me immediately shed all inhibitions. I declined all four and pulled him toward me and pressed my lips to his and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He exuded an earthy, musky, natural man aroma (I later learned that in deference to my fetish, after thoroughly flushing out, he'd only rinsed his pits with clear water.) Animal frenzy ensued.
A futon was in the middle of his curtainless living room and we were surrounded by high rise apartments, essentially visible to God and everybody. He lives in an art deco building and from his terrace voices echo, so he pulled the sliding glass doors shut as he stood there naked in his hirsute glory with his engorged cock standing straight out. I pulled him down and proceeded to give him a thorough tongue bath, punctuated with breaks to make out, and gradually leading down to his leaking cock. I did my utmost to torture him with killer oral, pulling off every time he seemed ready to spew, and then sucking his balls, and eventually licking down to the target. It was a good thing he closed the doors as his affirming moans and groans were bouncing off the walls.
This guy looks, feels, smells and tastes succulent, and I soon flipped him over to pull his hairy cheeks apart and give his hole thorough attention. Eventually it was sufficiently wet and relaxed for me to repeatedly penetrate it with my tongue. A stream of clear precum was flowing from his cock, which compelled me to roll him back to lap it up and, not being selfish, to make out with him again. I got him positioned on his belly and started to run my cock up and down his saturated crack regularly grazing his pucker. He wanted it in, but begged to suck my cock. It was clear this was going to be a spit only session.
He gives great oral and as his drool was flowing down my balls I positioned him so that his ass was back in my face while he worked my rod. God it was good. Soon he was straddling me and skewering himself with my cock. It popped in and then gradually slid up into him as his guts yielded to welcome me balls deep.
Well this was a quality time fuck. After riding me I moved him back to his belly, his side, and then doggie, before pushing him flat again and then drilling for gold. Like a true bottom his eyes gleamed with excitement as my cock started to spasm and he thrust up with all his might to meet me as I thrust down. (Later he'd text me about how great his stretched hole felt, as he felt my load leaking in him as he perused the aisles at Whole Foods.)
After awhile my cock slackened and plopped out to his disappointment. He quickly crouched around to greedily suck in into his mouth and to suck it totally dry. But then I had him on his back and focused on getting his load: he shivered and groaned as it shot out, across his hairy belly, into my mouth, with the rest cascading down his cock. It was remarkably thick, like toothpaste, which he attributes to some natural herbal concoction he takes. I pulled him toward me and we snowballed, and then I sucked it back in my mouth, pushed him onto his stomach again, spit it on his hole and fucked it up into him to join mine.
We kept at it, but my cock wasn't going to give up a second load inside him, so I rolled onto my back where he extracted it orally, but swallowed it up quickly. By that point I reeked of his scent: my beard was saturated as were my pubes and every other hair on my body. It was nirvana.
I jumped in his shower so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me home, but his musk remained in my beard well into deep shampooing the next day when I finally washed it all out with deep regret. But as I dressed and prepared to leave I noticed that he was glistening: with my sweat, his sweat, and the remnants of the loads I hadn't lapped up from his fine bod. We embraced and I inhaled deeply.
We hooked up two times afterwards. They were quality time, but not the three hour session of our first encounter. But then my schedule didn't sync with his, then his with mine, and now apparently the partner is back. I am sorry to say he didn't respond to my last message, which wasn't hitting on him, but was just to say hi. Apparently when home both he and the partner work from their place and he's flying under the radar (or the partner is fucking him silly/probably both.) I've noticed he's been absent from the site where I located him.
Years ago I remember hooking up with a guy who coldly noted that typically the maximum number of times you hook up with the same fuck buddy is three before moving on to different pastures. (Gee thanks bud, should we just say quits now?) That hasn't always been true for me, but it's definitely the rule more than the exception. I hope to get more of this guy again, but am damned glad for the three times we enjoyed. He's got a damned lucky partner.