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.
