Friday, December 29, 2017

Wildly Impulsive

Usually I am pretty level headed, cautious, and selective...

And, having been out on an earlier adventure this morning, one would imagine I'd be sated.  But on my ipad I had a message on one of the sites.  I'd recognized the writer as an interesting and exotic member.  Tall, whippet thin, late thirties, French.  Darkly handsome --chiseled features, thick eyebrows, deep dark eyes; aloof demeanor photo, big dick, hard bubble butt.

He left me a message asking if wanted to stop by and fuck him blindfolded and on all fours.  No back and forth; refreshingly direct.

But after that was a bit of ping pong, and then the server for the site went out.  Eventually I got the address -- a dangerously convenient 5 minute drive away.

I went through that, "you're being really stupid and reckless" period of doubt, but then found his place in a solid suburban neighborhood.  A hip young adult pad, shared by other roommates.  Clearly he had the place alone today.  I entered his room and there we was on all fours, blindf foldered and wearing a jock strap.  Sinewy thin.

It didn't seem likely I'd get fully hard as I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass, then then he reached out and started to stroke me and I got fully hard.  Not wanting to lose momentum, I pushed straight in, and found a nice very warm, and pleasantly tight (well for a horn dog) ass.

Having cum earlier I wasn't imagining I'd get the friction going, especially since he'd used a helluva lot of lube before fucking himself with a dildo.  But it felt great and I noticed that although very clean, musk was coming from under his pits, which  is an incredible turn on for me(if the scenario had been different I would have flipped him over and sucked out both pits; instead I reached in and noticing they were wet sniffed my fingers and savored his aroma.) After a brief time I felt the load spurting into him.  And, then I did what the fantasy called for:  I got up, dressed, patted him on the ass, and walked out.  Not a word was exchanged.

Well, I got home, tapped him a thanks message and got several back telling me how horny he still was.  It was clear he was hinting that he wanted to get fucked some more.  While I didn't have much time but I had the opportunity and thought I should seize it.

It was nice and I gave him quite a fucking, alternating between a few inches in and full cock thrusts.  Early on another load almost came out, but it was clear the position was bothering his legs and he needed to move.  After that the spell was broken:  he had the heat seriously cranked, I was still wearing a sweatshirt, and I was aware that the sand was running out of my hourglass.  Also, I simply don't like doggy as a rule:  I far prefer the guy flat on the mattress or on his side with his thigh pulled up.  I pulled out a few times sensing he was getting sore and tried drying my cock to go back in to get some more friction.  The load was close but elusive.  After 20 more minutes I imagined I'd scratched his itch sufficiently, so I eased out, gave his ass a peck, pulled on my jeans and shoes, patted him on the back and quietly left.

He's sent me three messages back since I got home, so guess he enjoyed it; I sure as hell did.  Encore!

Friday, December 8, 2017


Last weekend I was on line and I got hit on by a guy with whom I hooked up a couple of years ago.  Nice guy, but lives in a borderline troubled area that requires about a 40 minute drive each way.  But, an amazing bottom, a nice guy, and its comfortable getting naked with him.  He has hit on me repeatedly the past few years to come back and, while I've wanted to do so, the drive and the anxiety about parking my car on the street in his neighborhood have held me back.

Well, as you've figured out, I got in the car and went for an encore.  When he greeted me it was as if we'd seen each other yesterday:  warm smile, embrace, rubbing and groping as we held onto each other stumbling toward his bedroom.  As we embraced I noticed strong manscent, though he'd just showered.  I didn't recall his odor the last time we connected, and it kind of surprised me as he's Asian American (I have never noticed body odor on Asian Americans before.)  He's also extremely hairy, which also contradicts the norm.  I like both hairy and fresh scent (I don't like unwashed bodies but the natural aroma of men who have good hygiene makes my dick super hard.)

He's on the shorter side (~ 5' 6") and has a proportionately sized cock (not tiny, but one that is just appropriate to his height.)  Amazingly dense pubes, as well as nice furry thighs with dense wiry hair:  very hot.  He's not a great looking guy:  acne scars and otherwise not a beauty, but warm, friendly nice guy with beautiful warm, inviting eyes and a lovely smile so actually very very attractive.   Passionate and responsive:  a person who cooes and moans while being kissed, licked, sucked, rimmed, fucked.  Some guys emote in a forced way during sex that is distracting and detracts from the experience.  With this fellow you can sense those are genuine repeated yelps of pleasure as you suck and tweak his nips, lick out his pits, suck his cock and jab his hole with your tongue.  I was immediately rock hard and during the intermissions from orally exploring him I had my cock pressed between his thighs with the head resting on his hole while we passionately made out. While I was enjoying the foreplay incredibly,  I was so  aroused that  I really wanted to get my cock into him:  he wanted it as well, but everything else felt so incredibly good, and frankly the manscent was making me crazy:  he smelled good and I was repeatedly burying my face in his armpits and under his balls and I was soon reeking of his smell, and he was enjoying that it was saturating my mustache and beard as we made out.

I found myself on my back with him lying atop me as my cock head pressed against his anus and I massaged his shoulders and back; he then spit into his hand to lube my cock and then impaled himself with me; he was already open and wet from the long rimming I'd given him before.   He rode me for awhile, but then I wanted to do the fucking, so I got him on his side and back and alternated between long full dick strokes into him intermittently pulling almost out and giving him short jabs pulling slight out and then pushing slightly back in before going balls deep again.  I kept holding off cumming because he was enjoying it, I was enjoying it, and I didn't know whether a second load would come.  Holding back, though, you pass the point of losing it and then get that second wind where it takes awhile to build up the friction sensation that will make you cum.  And then I was finally spurting into him and it was really nice.  We were spooning and I was cupping his balls and stroking his cock and looking forward to taking his cum in my mouth...and then his roommate returned.

They don't share a bedroom, but that someone I didn't know was rustling around outside the door in a relatively small apartment and our fucking was certainly audible was a buzz kill.  Also, while on the other side of a closed door, the guy was just feet from where we were lying naked and entwined. Visions of lying there wet with sweat and cum and going on for a second round vanished.  I kept in him slowly fucking him while he vigorously stroked his cock and waited for him to cum, but the spell was broken and we were both hushed as we worked to get him off.  As I was lying there I started to worry about my car (was it parked in a tow away zone?  Might it have been hit if not broken into?  How would freeway traffic be on the way home? )

I felt shitty about the mood change as I'd totally surrendered to the experience up until that point and was totally engrossed.  Still, we both got off, we both had a nice time, and we both got up smiling as we shyly dressed and then kissed as he opened the bedroom door, made sure the roomie was in his room, and I quietly exited.  Such is the stuff of hook ups.  If not for the drive (and the possible presence of a roommate within earshot) I'd visit him as often as he'd have me.  He is a sweet as well as hot guy.  And, yes, during the drive home I noticed my beard and mustache were pungent with his scent (aka stunk of him.)  I felt a little awkward as I stopped and did some shopping on the way home.  It did require jumping in the shower and vigorously shampooing to get that man out of my hair.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Two Crops

There is this older gent with home I lay down every so often.  He's handsome, although up there in years, but quite arousing.  Bearded; unshaven body; clean, but no fragrance, so that his natural scent soon arises when the skin to skin friction begins.  It's hot to push your face into a man's fragrant pit and to get your mustache and beard saturated with his odor as you are exploring his body with your tongue.  It makes your cock surge with blood, and pulse with the anticipation of being buried deep inside him.

The guy is a great kisser as well, and adores having his ass eaten, which he is mindful to assure is absolutely immaculate.  When you pull out of him after shooting your load he's totally clean, so you have no hesitation when he sucks your softening dick seeking remaining traces of your load and then having him press his lips to yours and to plunge his tongue plunge into your mouth.  Frankly, it gets me hard again quickly.

He has a nice, thick cock with good heft; it has a nice weight that feels good in your hand, and is a satisfying mouthful, but isn't uncomfortably long to throat, so you can enjoy going up and down on it and fingering his ass, and massaging his balls while sucking him.  Now you have to be careful that with many guys you can't let them cum or they won't be able to have you put your cock in them afterwards, pleading that they are too sensitive.  The last few times I was working his dick with my mouth and hands he was pulling back to warn me that he'd cum but when I asked whether he could get fucked after cumming he assured me that he could (okay, this dude loves to get fucked, and can take it for a long time).  So the last time we had sex I wanted his load early on and savored it spurting into my mouth and then, to his delight, crawled up and clamped my mouth to his to share the load.  And, as he promised, after my tonguing his ass for a long time he greedily took my cock and I was able to fuck him for a long time before breeding him.  It was hot, and as my cock began to slacken and ease out of him he plunged down on it to gently suck it, after which we made out.

My most recent visit was an encore, but I also know that he has wanted to be felched after I cum in him.  Now, before and while you are fucking a guy your mind imagines many things:  ongoing fucking, felching, sucking him off.  But a dick hasn't got a conscience, and once you cum typically you just want to decompress a bit, and move on with your day.   That's why I like the guy to shoot in my mouth before I fuck him, as I typically only want to swallow a guy's load before I cum; afterwards it's not appealing to me typically.  So, again, I took his load and we snowballed, and then I kept tongue fucking him until he was super moist and then pushed into him, pulling out to use plenty of lube as I wanted to go at it for awhile and to savor the fuck.

As I was fucking him I was cupping his balls and cock, and fingering his piss slit, which was still moist with some of his cum, which I scooped with a finger and then fed him and then pushed my tongue in his mouth.  We were lost in trying to extract all possible pleasure, and it was great as my beard was saturated with his scent and as I had him on his side with his thigh pulled to his chest we were periodically making out.  It felt great and after alot of pulling back to the entrance of his ass and pushing back to till my balls were against his ass, I let my load go.  I am not a moaner or groaner (unfortunately this guy is too vocal, but it's got to be fun for him also) but he knows I am breeding his ass without my announcing it.  I guess it's my suddenly holding still and the change in my breathing.  I'd like to believe that he can feel the pulsing, but I imagine that's only in our fantasies.  Anyway, his cock was soft, but he was enjoying the sensation in his ass, and as I fell out he crouched down to suck my softening dick.

He was ready to get into the afterglow chat then, but I wanted more.  I played with his cock and he apologized saying he never gets hard again after cumming, but I turned around and sucked his cock and fingered his balls and hole regardless.  From his moans I knew he was liking it; his cock was thickening, but not hard.  And then, I determined I was going to get him hard again, and older or not I was going to get him to cum again.  So, I pushed him on his stomach, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and started to lick his hole.  The scent of semen, my semen, coming from in him was strong, and I pushed my tongue into his now loose hole.  I could feel his whole body become fully aroused, and cupped his cock which was now fully hard again.  And then, I decided I was going to summon another load from him as I sucked and stroked his cock,and fingered his balls and his ass.  I could tell he was lost in the sensation, and amazed he was going there again; I knew he was ready to cum, and he started to thrash as it came out; a greyish pearl of his load was on the sheets, and his cock was moist with his cum, and I took it in my mouth, and savored it's taste and then we made out and I pushed back into him.

He was loving it, but now he was super sensitive and after a bit regretfully indicated he was getting sore.  We'd been naked and sucking and fucking for ninety minutes, so I couldn't complain.  I'd shot my load, but more importantly, I'd gotten my fuck buddy to give up two loads, something he was certain was part of his past, but was astonished to find he could enjoy an immediate encore.

A great afternoon.  I pulled on my shorts and tee, reeking of his scent and my cock and balls sticky from fucking him, I headed home with a nice mellow glow.