The Whippet

Admittedly, after a long drought in writing I am catching up.  But wanted to share another relatively recent series of encounters have been with this tallish, exceedingly lean and damned handsome fellow.  He's over 6' 1" and weighs about 160; with an incredibly narrow waist.  Sinewy muscular legs, and broad shoulders, and a full beard.  A strong, striking, withdrawn type.

He's definitely an enigma: when we first connected a few years ago, he wanted to get topped when his partner was traveling.   I went once, he silently led me into his bedroom, sucked me hard, allowed me to rim his ass, straddled me and mounted my cock and while writhing with quiet pleasure stroked off.  Once he came, he got up, leaving me with a still throbbing cock and blue balls, handed me a hand towel, and indicated he was done.  I was pissed.  Then stupidly I ignored the adage "once burned his fault, twice burned yours" gave it another chance, and had an exact encore.  Burning mad I left and swore not to return.

Well over the years since, he'd periodically messaged me.  I was mostly unresponsive and then finally indicated that I was into reciprocal action and not just helping someone get off.  He responded it was an off day for him, and I noted it had been twice.  He kept writing back and assuring me he'd definitely make sure I got off.  After back and forth for months, one afternoon after being pretty clear about what I expected, I relented and went back.  It was 180 degree different experience, and was hot amazing sex.

Among other things, he opened up and talked and smiled, and interacted.  That should be part of the ground rules, but this was completely different.  And, the guy was passionate:  plenty of making out and mutual oral and then when I eventually penetrated him it went on for a long, long time as we moved around the bed exploring all possible positions.  Finally I came and he was happy to lie there and to chat, resume some mutual stroking, he scooped down and started to suck me fully hard, and I was back fucking him till I gave up another load.  What was interesting was that during the intersession, he pushed me flat.  Now while I love to rim, I don't like being rimmed, and I made that clear, but he wanted to lie on me, pressed his partially limp cock against my ass, and started to hump.  I made it clear I wasn't going to bottom, but he kept at the frottage (I think he was imagining I'd relent, and I wasn't about to.  I'm not "above" bottoming, I simply don't like it.)  The fact that he didn't get fully hard was both reassuring and odd.  And, after the first two experiences only being about 15 minutes each, this time we played for over two hours.

Afterwards I saw him on line several times and I hit him up and he responded "well, you kept me waiting a long time before you gave me another chance."  Touche I had to admit.  He indicated that when the time was right he'd let me know. And, a couple of weeks ago, he hit me up for an encore.

But this time he was back into his laconic self as he wordlessly led me back into a guest room to get down to business:  he wasn't only about his own pleasure, but we went about it all with no words and kind of mechanically. While he wasn't at all talkative as we began, as we continued rolling around he became increasingly chatty.  This is clearly a guy that lives in his head and you can tell there's a lot going on.  He's got a lovely home with really interesting things, and its obvious he and his partner are successful.

After a long stretch of fucking him I finally shot my load and he repeated the frottage from the last time with me making it clear that I wasn't interested in getting fucked.   He never came and after I fucked him actually never got fully hard despite my giving it considerable effort.  But he definitely loving getting fucked, so I didn't feel at all selfish or guilty.  But after the frottage he was eager for me to fuck him again and I was simply spent.  He reminded me that "last time you gave me two loads" and that he wasn't taking no for an answer.  So he determinedly sucked me with relentless and amazing skill until I was fully hard again and then he mounted me.  When after a lot of thrusting  I wasn't able to cum, he dismounted and then stroked and sucked me with gusto until I was thrashing and giving up the second load he was insistent on having:  he quickly jumped up, straddled me,  and pushed my pulsing cock into his ass wanting to be bred.

We layed around a bit more and chatted, and then both determined we needed to go our own ways and to be productive.  He's a hot guy if a bit quirky but I'm glad to have discovered his passionate side.