This is going to be a rant. I traveled to Indianapolis, center of the heartland, for business. And, I've always heard how nice and genuine and friendly people in the midwest are. So, in my leisure time I thought perhaps I'd check out the local manscape and perhaps sample some of the corn fed dudes. Unfortunately, let me share that I have never, ever, anywhere, experienced as many fakes, flakes and liars as I have here the past few days. Now, I don't want to disparage the midwest as a whole as I've had great times with great men in Chicago who didn't insist on playing ping pong with you for hours, or setting up dates and then when promising to meet at specific times on specific dates only to then refuse to respond to texts for hours after the time you arranged to meet, for you soon after find them on a hook up site within the hour trolling for more guys to string along. I now have an image of a city of trolls sitting in front of sticky keyboards vigorously stroking. Trust me, I am not heart broken/I'd have to have an ounce of respect for these creatures to feel that way. As readers of this blog have read, I regularly get it wet and have great times with great and hot men. But this place is single in my experience and it's not a function of whether I hit on them --as many of them, instead, hit on me and steadily conveyed a totally insincere false sense of interest --nor was it time of day as this happened morning, noon, night, weekdays and weekends during this sojourn. It is just total mendacity unprecedented in my time on this planet. And it refutes any suggestion that the denizens of this region have any particular lock on kindness: men in LA, NY, Chicago, Houston, Dallas, Seattle, Austin, New Orleans, Portland, Miami, Denver, and San Francisco are far more honest, far more direct, and far more genuine than these guys. Perhaps it's because they are so incredibly closeted here that they live in ongoing terror of someone finding out that they like cock. I recognize how shallow people can be, and it takes little to astonish me, but in my experience the guys here are simply unkind and love to play games.
I do have to confess something; I did hook up: once. A guy who was pretty direct and only required the exchange of about 35 emails to set something up and I connected yesterday. And, when he showed up at my hotel I realized it wasn't a match. But, he'd come in from about a half hour away and I felt obligated to give it a try. Yes, it ended up being a charity fuck. He was actually fairly fit, but you know when it's not right. I just didn't have the heart to turn him flat down upon his arrival; perhaps I should have from a sexual perspective. But, when it was over we had a very nice chat and I was glad for that reason that I hadn't sent him packing though the physical part wasn't satisfying.
We met in the lobby and when we got to my room he went into the bathroom to "freshen" up. When he came out he pulled off his shorts and presented his ass for me to fuck. Okay, that was a bit sudden. I usually like an appetizer, a salad, and perhaps some soup before I have the entree. And, I like my poultry without the feathers. So I asked him to remove his shirt. He said "I have alot of tattoos" (it ended up being the understatement of the century. Then I asked him to remove his hat (!) and he had a tattoo on his forehead (I felt like I was with a mauri in New Zealand or something.) I don't know why I didn't then say let's just forget it, but I still felt obligated at that point to proceed; the guy was mostly naked with his clothes piled on the floor. For a broad shouldered, flat stomached and pretty fit guy with big hands and feet I was surprised to find he had a tiny cock (though I have had that experience before.) I hate it when a guy keeps his socks on but I was in a "let's get this over with mood" right then. But I also thought at that point I thought there is no way in hell I would get hard.
Well I let him dive down on my cock, and he went at it with gusto. If I'd been into him I imagine it would have been a killer blow job. But I did get from totally flaccid to somewhat enlarged. He was impressed at that point at how much I'd grown and continued to go at me with gusto, taking breaks to tell me how much he loved cock. Hoping to get hard enough to do the deed, I pushed him onto to his side and proceeded to suck his,which grew maybe to five inches (I later learned the guy has three children: go figure. That certainly challenges assumptions.) He did have a nice clean man aroma and taste and I licked down his taint to his hole and then pushed him on to his stomach and started to rim him which sent him into orbit. But, I also felt like a member of the Peace Corps or Christian martyr at that point. I just wanted to get a distasteful job done. My cock wasn't feeling it; there was no way I'd be able to insert it in anything.
Finally I tried making out with him and stroking his cock; he was in ecstasy; it grew from not very pleasant to okay for me. So, pulling out all the psychological stops I said "please take off your socks." I had an afternoon engagement and the clock was ticking so I then started to give him specific direction to stroke my cock. He did in a clumsy manner; it got a little better but I had to get increasingly specific "the head" "stroke the head" "KEEP stroking the head" "tickle under the head". It was getting tedious. Finally my cock did actually get hard and I quickly pushed him on to his stomach and rapidly pushed into him. He was cooing and ooing with pleasure; his warmth and tightness were providing the requisite sensations for me to keep hard. I started to thrust and then I felt an orgasm come on; now if I am into the guy that never happens (or I can certainly hold off) because I want to wrap my arms around him and enjoy the whole sensation, not just shoot a load. Well my cock decided for us both that it was time to bring the sorry matter to a close and despite my wanting to give the guy some more thrusts (he'd approached me wanting a long hard fuck) I felt my load spurting into him: three days built up, in fact. It was sad and a waste.
I kept thrusting into him but quickly started to grow increasingly soft and he asked if I'd cum. After I confirmed that I had he rolled out from under me; I asked if I could get him off and he declined, saying it was all about pleasing me. I felt like a real heel. Then he got up, grabbed a hand towel to dap his butt and went into the bathroom, murmuring "you really did cum." He came out and pulled on his socks and shorts, shirt, and hat and running shoes and got ready to bolt. I patted the bed and said, relax a minute and engaged him in some small talk.
At that point I think his dignity was restored; then he didn't think I just saw him as a cum hole. He was nice, and appreciated my interest and while we inhabit different planets he was chatty. I tried not to act at all patronizing but knew in reality I wasn't at all interested, but I hate just using people and I wanted him to leave with his ego unbruised. But finally I did need to clean up and get ready for a business appointment and walked him to the door, gave him a chaste kiss, and wished him well.
I then thought to myself "you really are an idiot". Some times you just need to keep your gun in your holster. I can't wait to fly home. Indianapolis: never again.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Lying Back
Only twice have I cum while being straddled and ridden: today was the second time. Perhaps gravity has held me back in the past: my load wants to shoot downward out of my shaft. Being straddled isn't my favorite position; while it's convenient for pornographers' angles, I also recognize dedicated bottoms love to skewer themselves when they want to get a big cock really deep in them. Now I do enjoy being stradded by the bottom as part of the experience (provided the guy recognizes that my cock isn't a pogo stick and impales himself with some sensitivity to how I am feeling.) But today was pretty damned sensational and I gave it up while he milked it out...actually, I came because we were fucking each other, fucking together, each trying to maximize the other guy's pleasure. It was great sex, the way it's supposed to be, in other words.
Interestingly, the guy in question is a total bottom. Frankly he doesn't seem to be passionate about whether he cums, but during our encounters I have insisted that he get off as well. Besides the fact that getting the other guy off is part of the fun, this guy has an amazing dick and huge hairy balls, and shoots copious amounts of spooge so it's a sensory sensation for me too. But he makes it clear he sees his role as that of a total bottom, and that his "hole" is for my enjoyment. Now, I know he enjoys getting fucked: he's not a screamer, but he's really responsive. And, what has made me smile has been that each time we've been at it for a long time, he'll tell me how much he loves my cock and that I make him soooo glad he's gay. However, from the get go his priority is whether I am enjoying myself, whether I feel good, and you can tell that his greatest pleasure is from seeing me cum -- so today looking down me me as he felt me stiffen and spasm he had the smile of a kid with an ice cream cone. I first experienced that smile during our initial encounter when going for seconds I had him on his back and he broke into a grin when he watched my face contort as I spurted a second load into him (interestingly, when I have cum twice in one session it is typically with the guy on his back as the friction is different, massaging my cock differently. I'd suggest that it involves different parts of my cock, but I imagine that's impossible when you've already been thrusting your bare cock into a bare ass for 40 minutes...All if it has had some stimulation.)
The fellow in question is endearingly geeky. Good looking, slender, tiny ass, flat stomach, tiny ass, and nice furry legs and a nice patch of hair in the center of his chest (and as I mentioned, a lovely cock, not as long as mine but a great size: thick and with heft -- it's just a pleasure to hold and stroke and suck, and he has lovely balls that feel great in your hand and you can tell that he likes having me lightly stroke them with my fingertips.) Anyway, the geeky part is he's in his early 40s but quite in touch with his inner child with adventure movie posters, Disney figurines, and science fiction stuff festooning his apartment. He defines himself as a geek, but clearly is a very piggy geek who is definite man who loves mansex. It's all endearing: when I arrive it's all about the sex part, but then in between orgasms he wants to cuddle and is sweet and very considerate. It's quite the ying/yang sort of thing. But, we are very much opposites: me a day person, him nearly entirely nocturnal; me a guy of conservative tastes, him into popular culture; me black coffee, him coca cola; me a total top, him a total bottom.
So far we've gotten together three times (does that mean we're done? I have a feeling we'll actually continue to connect unless he falls in love and decides to be monogamous) and the first two occasions after entering him I held back from cumming early as it was clear how much ecstasy he was experiencing getting plowed. He's also into feeling the pain/pleasure of it (not in a weird way, but likes to have his nipples squeezed hard and lightly bitten as well as to take a sustained drilling and it to be regularly punctuated with sudden long, deep thrusts. Actually those thing don't bring me pleasure as my preference is to have the guy flat and to suck the back of his neck and steadily grind him into the mattress till I cum -- if I am just thinking about me.) Anyway, as I have mentioned in earlier entries if I am fucking a guy and my initial urge to cum passes then it means I'll need be at it for at least 20 more minutes, dismounting for cool down sessions before the lava will rise again.
During our first encounter before I came I could tell he was close to cumming and asked if he could still take it after shooting his load. He said yes, he came, and then I licked it from his torso, snowballed with him, and then spit it on his hole and used it as lube. But after I'd given up two loads he later admitted he was sore from taking it after he came (cripes, this was nearly two hours later; I felt like a heel and since then I haven't let him cum till I am definitely done.) However, he's so agreeable and wants so much to be submissive and please ("my hole is for your pleasure...") that he insisted it was fine and that he enjoyed the rawness of the feeling.
Today I was definitely enjoying it but Mr. Happy wasn't about to let go of his juice. It all began with him giving me an amazing blow job and then he straddled me and attempted to take it mostly dry (it didn't work, and frankly I'd didn't want to have the epidermis rubbed off my bone, so after initially entering him after rimming him, and a combination of his and my spit I insisted on some lube. Anyway, it was a marathon session with me pinning him to the mattress, getting him on his side with his thigh pulled up, and then our coupled cuddling: sweet as you can kiss, but not good for maximum penetration. But neither of us was in an apparent hurry (though I was thinking it might be one of those days where I can only finally cum by later stroking off, which is really frustrating.)
We've gotten to a point where he appreciates I want him to maximize his pleasure as well, and I soon found him straddling me. Often with sex you want it to be spontaneous and for the other guy to intuit how to position himself, but today I directed him to lift up a bit and then we both were really enjoying it simultaneously: rather than his weight pinning me and him impaling himself the position allowed him to thrust down and for me to thrust back. It was great. But each time as I thought I was about to shoot Mr. Happy clammed up (pardon the metaphor.) So he dismounted and we cuddled and made out, stroking our cocks together and simply enjoying each others' naked bodies. Then he got on top again (I could tell he was surprising himself.) And then we got into some serious fucking with us staring with intent into each others's eyes. And then I finally let go and with determination he thrust down and squeezed with all his concentration. Eventually my cock eased out of him and he leaned over to suck it. As we laid side by side more cum gradually dripped out of my cock, and studying it he swooped down each time to lap it up. He observed: "my hole is really going to hurt tomorrow."
I told him that it was only the second time I'd ever cum while being straddled and a look of pride and accomplishment swept across his face. He said he didn't want to get a big head about being a good bottom as it was all about the top, but you could tell he was enjoying recognizing his power (geez: did I turn this guy into a power bottom?) He mentioned that he could tell that he was fully enjoying it while we were fucking as his cock was partially flaccid, meaning that his concentration was entirely on using his ass. But eventually in my afterglow I said "I don't know if I can fuck you any more, but let me know how we can get you off." Clearly he felt a challenge and swooped down on my cock and applied every possible trick with his mouth, tongue, and lips till I was painfully (painfully as from the earlier marathon fucking I'd given him with it) hard. Then he straddled it and began to stroke his cock, insisting "keep fucking me after I cum; I want to keep taking it as long as you want it." Well, at that point I just wanted to get him off; I was fucked out and fortunately soon a stream of his warm cum was pooling on my chest and he was shyly grinning. Then I delicately pushed him up and slipped out from under him. My cock was almost audible in it's relief.
It was great, but I knew I needed a hiatus. If it had been a sleep over I'd be probably fucking him again right now. But sometimes your eyes are bigger than your stomach (another regrettable mixed metaphor: mea culpa.) After a decent interval (I never jump up to leave a guy) I protested we should do something vertical with the rest of our days and he reluctantly let me dress.
My cock tender sensitive right now, I can only imagine how he's feeling. My parting advice was him to avoid Mexican food tonight (sorry, I just couldn't resist; it got a good laugh out of him.)
Interestingly, the guy in question is a total bottom. Frankly he doesn't seem to be passionate about whether he cums, but during our encounters I have insisted that he get off as well. Besides the fact that getting the other guy off is part of the fun, this guy has an amazing dick and huge hairy balls, and shoots copious amounts of spooge so it's a sensory sensation for me too. But he makes it clear he sees his role as that of a total bottom, and that his "hole" is for my enjoyment. Now, I know he enjoys getting fucked: he's not a screamer, but he's really responsive. And, what has made me smile has been that each time we've been at it for a long time, he'll tell me how much he loves my cock and that I make him soooo glad he's gay. However, from the get go his priority is whether I am enjoying myself, whether I feel good, and you can tell that his greatest pleasure is from seeing me cum -- so today looking down me me as he felt me stiffen and spasm he had the smile of a kid with an ice cream cone. I first experienced that smile during our initial encounter when going for seconds I had him on his back and he broke into a grin when he watched my face contort as I spurted a second load into him (interestingly, when I have cum twice in one session it is typically with the guy on his back as the friction is different, massaging my cock differently. I'd suggest that it involves different parts of my cock, but I imagine that's impossible when you've already been thrusting your bare cock into a bare ass for 40 minutes...All if it has had some stimulation.)
The fellow in question is endearingly geeky. Good looking, slender, tiny ass, flat stomach, tiny ass, and nice furry legs and a nice patch of hair in the center of his chest (and as I mentioned, a lovely cock, not as long as mine but a great size: thick and with heft -- it's just a pleasure to hold and stroke and suck, and he has lovely balls that feel great in your hand and you can tell that he likes having me lightly stroke them with my fingertips.) Anyway, the geeky part is he's in his early 40s but quite in touch with his inner child with adventure movie posters, Disney figurines, and science fiction stuff festooning his apartment. He defines himself as a geek, but clearly is a very piggy geek who is definite man who loves mansex. It's all endearing: when I arrive it's all about the sex part, but then in between orgasms he wants to cuddle and is sweet and very considerate. It's quite the ying/yang sort of thing. But, we are very much opposites: me a day person, him nearly entirely nocturnal; me a guy of conservative tastes, him into popular culture; me black coffee, him coca cola; me a total top, him a total bottom.
So far we've gotten together three times (does that mean we're done? I have a feeling we'll actually continue to connect unless he falls in love and decides to be monogamous) and the first two occasions after entering him I held back from cumming early as it was clear how much ecstasy he was experiencing getting plowed. He's also into feeling the pain/pleasure of it (not in a weird way, but likes to have his nipples squeezed hard and lightly bitten as well as to take a sustained drilling and it to be regularly punctuated with sudden long, deep thrusts. Actually those thing don't bring me pleasure as my preference is to have the guy flat and to suck the back of his neck and steadily grind him into the mattress till I cum -- if I am just thinking about me.) Anyway, as I have mentioned in earlier entries if I am fucking a guy and my initial urge to cum passes then it means I'll need be at it for at least 20 more minutes, dismounting for cool down sessions before the lava will rise again.
During our first encounter before I came I could tell he was close to cumming and asked if he could still take it after shooting his load. He said yes, he came, and then I licked it from his torso, snowballed with him, and then spit it on his hole and used it as lube. But after I'd given up two loads he later admitted he was sore from taking it after he came (cripes, this was nearly two hours later; I felt like a heel and since then I haven't let him cum till I am definitely done.) However, he's so agreeable and wants so much to be submissive and please ("my hole is for your pleasure...") that he insisted it was fine and that he enjoyed the rawness of the feeling.
Today I was definitely enjoying it but Mr. Happy wasn't about to let go of his juice. It all began with him giving me an amazing blow job and then he straddled me and attempted to take it mostly dry (it didn't work, and frankly I'd didn't want to have the epidermis rubbed off my bone, so after initially entering him after rimming him, and a combination of his and my spit I insisted on some lube. Anyway, it was a marathon session with me pinning him to the mattress, getting him on his side with his thigh pulled up, and then our coupled cuddling: sweet as you can kiss, but not good for maximum penetration. But neither of us was in an apparent hurry (though I was thinking it might be one of those days where I can only finally cum by later stroking off, which is really frustrating.)
We've gotten to a point where he appreciates I want him to maximize his pleasure as well, and I soon found him straddling me. Often with sex you want it to be spontaneous and for the other guy to intuit how to position himself, but today I directed him to lift up a bit and then we both were really enjoying it simultaneously: rather than his weight pinning me and him impaling himself the position allowed him to thrust down and for me to thrust back. It was great. But each time as I thought I was about to shoot Mr. Happy clammed up (pardon the metaphor.) So he dismounted and we cuddled and made out, stroking our cocks together and simply enjoying each others' naked bodies. Then he got on top again (I could tell he was surprising himself.) And then we got into some serious fucking with us staring with intent into each others's eyes. And then I finally let go and with determination he thrust down and squeezed with all his concentration. Eventually my cock eased out of him and he leaned over to suck it. As we laid side by side more cum gradually dripped out of my cock, and studying it he swooped down each time to lap it up. He observed: "my hole is really going to hurt tomorrow."
I told him that it was only the second time I'd ever cum while being straddled and a look of pride and accomplishment swept across his face. He said he didn't want to get a big head about being a good bottom as it was all about the top, but you could tell he was enjoying recognizing his power (geez: did I turn this guy into a power bottom?) He mentioned that he could tell that he was fully enjoying it while we were fucking as his cock was partially flaccid, meaning that his concentration was entirely on using his ass. But eventually in my afterglow I said "I don't know if I can fuck you any more, but let me know how we can get you off." Clearly he felt a challenge and swooped down on my cock and applied every possible trick with his mouth, tongue, and lips till I was painfully (painfully as from the earlier marathon fucking I'd given him with it) hard. Then he straddled it and began to stroke his cock, insisting "keep fucking me after I cum; I want to keep taking it as long as you want it." Well, at that point I just wanted to get him off; I was fucked out and fortunately soon a stream of his warm cum was pooling on my chest and he was shyly grinning. Then I delicately pushed him up and slipped out from under him. My cock was almost audible in it's relief.
It was great, but I knew I needed a hiatus. If it had been a sleep over I'd be probably fucking him again right now. But sometimes your eyes are bigger than your stomach (another regrettable mixed metaphor: mea culpa.) After a decent interval (I never jump up to leave a guy) I protested we should do something vertical with the rest of our days and he reluctantly let me dress.
My cock tender sensitive right now, I can only imagine how he's feeling. My parting advice was him to avoid Mexican food tonight (sorry, I just couldn't resist; it got a good laugh out of him.)
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