English Gent

Several months ago, I was on a business trip to Florida and put up at an upscale resort.  Quite nice, but the trip was also quite short. Upon arriving while I was spent from having traveled all day, I logged into see what the local manscape was looking like.  It being Florida, there were ample options, though where I was located was a bit removed.

This one fine fit looking guy from England hit me up.  We went back and forth and he was hungry to connect, but I begged off indicating I was too beat to put in a good performance.  We logged off with the mutual invitation to check in the next day.

My next day was filled with information dump meetings and I was pretty whipped and then had to attend a herd corporate dinner, fortunately at the hotel.  During my break between the meetings and dinner I found the Brit hitting me up on two different sites.  We chatted back and forth, and he was pleasantly persistent.  I wasn't going to be free till 9 p.m. and he had work very early in the morning.  I expected him to beg off with regrets, but he indicated that he thought, even if a short time that he was certain hooking up with me promised to be a good time. 

When I returned from dinner, he was online and quickly responded when I logged back on; it required him cleaning out and then heading to the hotel, but he was willing. Entrance to the hotel required my giving him my full name to get through the guard booth to park, which I wasn't wild about sharing, but did some quick math on the likely risk and decided to give it to him.

Around 9:30 there was a gentle knock on my suite's door and opened it to find a smiling, very handsome guy in his late 50s/early 60s.  Quite fit with an engaging demeaner.  Once in we exchanged pleasantries each sizing each other up and embraced and started kissing.  I was wearing just a robe and he groped me as I cupped his ass in my hands.  

We entered the bedroom and he shed his flip flops, shorts and polo shirt.  A nice dusting of hair across his body, broad shoulders, and the fitness of someone who takes regular exercise.  Woof. We embraced again, I dropped my robe and his large cock was fully erect as was mine.  We did the holding our cocks together play while making out. 

Soon we were on the bed; he sucked my cock with gusto and then I pulled him up again to make out.  I spooned with him and had my cock under his balls while he bent back his head to kiss.  It was fine.  But he was there to get fucked, so bent down to make love to his significant cock, which I thoroughly enjoyed throating him till his pubes were soaked.  I then pushed him flat on the bed and spread his legs apart.

This guy has a perfect ass.  Smaller, firm, well rounded.  He smelled clean so I pulled his ass cheeks apart and gave him a thorough rimming.  Ongoing pleasurable moans emerged that were an ongoing incentive to keep going.  Soon my beard as well his ass were saturated with spit and his musk.  I'd been tongue fucking him and now it was time for me to enter him.  

We began with him on his stomach, but then I pulled him up somewhat.  He went into the doggy position, and I gamely played along, but that's not a position in which I perform well.  Next we went to him on his side, and he was trying to please me, but I could tell it was not his favorite.  

He encouraged me to get him on his back and quickly raised his well-muscled legs.  Most guys quickly get tired in this position, but it was no challenge for this stud.  I entered him and his eyes gleamed as he panted with pleasure as I moved in and out of him.  I'd not known if he was open to my cumming in him, but as we kept at it in a very soft voice be began to repeatedly whisper "breed me; please breed me."  With that the switch went on in my brain and I began to spurt into him.  He glowed with pleasure.

After he lowered his legs I wanted to suck him off.  He didn't rush, but I'd given him more than enough, and he said that he really had to leave.  He'd have been able to hang the night before, but he genuinely had to get up brutally early.  So, he swung off the bed, climbed into his clothes, kissed me at the door, and left with my load in his guts and his musky scent in my mustache and beard.

Experiences like this are rare. This was a quality horn dog with whom I immediately relaxed and got into it.  And, while it was < than an hour, and a one-time hook up, it was a great time.

Buzz Kill

So, I had an encore visit with the young cub.  It was a pretty tedious experience.

He was very eager and had been messaging me since we hooked up about when I'd be free, did I like his ass, did it feel good, how much he enjoyed my cock, how he'd been tingling the next day.  Very flattering, but a bit too needy.

Well I'd planned to go back and imagined if I could get him to relax it might be a better time (for me.) So once we got inside, he wanted to head right inside his bedroom, but was also focused on standing up to kiss.  As an initial greeting yes; for a minute or two mixed in with preliminary groping, yes.  Not for an eternity.  I encouraged him to strip and I proceeded to the same.  As I am considerably taller my hard cock wouldn't fit under his balls.  His cock is much much smaller than mine, and it wasn't totally hard anyway, so that left out grasping our cocks together while kissing.  So, directed him to lay down with me.

He immediately rolled over and presented his ass.  I did want a bit of foreplay, first as I like to lead up to rimming and penetrating the other guy.  I actually enjoy hugging and rubbing against each other and kissing.

Standing or laying down, the kissing was the first issue:  again the frantic stabbing of his tongue in and out of my mouth.  It was seriously irritating so I kindly advised him to relax:  "suck my tongue; I'll suck your tongue; we will touch our tongues together."  Cripes.

Then he was grasping my cock and, again frantically, jerking it.  Nothing pleasant about that; it was close to hurting.  I needed to advise him "gentle please."

Our previous encounter he'd said he was sorry he hadn't gotten to sucking my cock,  When I encouraged him to spoon with me as part of the warm up he immediately assumed I wanted to go in so I asked "didn't you want to suck my cock."  He started pistoning his head up and down at it in an alarming and uncomfortable fashion and I again had to firmly direct him "gentle".  At this point he was getting irritated with being told to slow down; I was irritated that he wasn't getting the need to respond to your partner.

So I decided to get to the main course.  His ass, is large but firm and nicely rounded, but it was hard as hell to get my tongue into him.  And, while definitely clean, he gives off more of a mildew than musky aroma.  I felt obligated to rim him but wasn't enjoying it. (Remember, this guy also doesn't like to get his cock sucked, or for you to stroke it.)  Again, there was no response.  He'd advised me during our earlier hook up that he doesn't respond during sex (that sort of kills your motivation.)  Any other guy would be responding pleasurably to your licking his asshole and sticking your tongue into it. He'd thoughtfully not worn deodorant, but there was zero musk coming from his pits, which was a disappointment. I quickly stopped and decided to get to the main subject.  This had become a chore.  

The last time I'd just used spit and felt lube was in order; tops get rub burn as well.  I'd brought some with me as he has gross Astroglide  (no, I didn't criticize his lube. but he seemed quite disappointed that I wanted to use lube.)  As it was he was tight and hard as hell to get into.  I tried with him on his stomach but I think the size of his ass was preventing effective penetration, so while I thought I was in, I asked him to get on his side and to pull up his thigh at which point I pushed in.  He wanted my cock balls deep, which I did, and I started to get into long strokes.  I ask him to turn a bit and then he was complaining that it was hitting the curve in his guts in that position; he wanted me to resume him being totally on my side.

He whined he wanted all of it (how the hell do I fuck you if my cock is all the way inside you; it requires withdrawing a bit to fuck.)  He immediately starting fucking me back with his ass, which was okay but again, frantic.  I asked him to let me do the fucking, which offended him.  (You can see where this is going.)  So, he petulantly was lying there and not being very responsive but started to beg me to breed him. 

First of all, it totally jams my head when a guy starts to chant: cum in me/breed me.  When we're in a mutual rhythm and both totally into the groove, he's responding and we are both enjoying it, it usually happens in due course.  I take a while to get there, but I also try to respond to the bottom, and check periodically that he's not getting tired or sore. But when he's into you and you're into him, and you're both totally immersed in the experience, the cum will spurt out of my cock in due course (often I am holding back because I want the other guy to feel satisfied and to feel he got a proper fuck.)

Guys who I've really enjoyed (like the Hairy Arab) have kept me from cumming by prematurely (pardon the pun) pushing me to cum.  This has also happened with some other guys I've been really into. There have also been other hook ups where I've faked just to be able to exit a suddenly tedious scene (despite the fantasies created by porn, few guys feel your cum actually spurting; those with greater experience sometimes will feel the throbbing of your cock.)  There is simply a time, when the guy is making it clear he's almost there, that the bottom should ask to be bred and cheer to the top on; but not before the top has hit his groove.

If I am going to cum while fucking, it requires my cockhead getting a lot of friction; that usually doesn't happen when I am buried balls deep. So, I like to get us both my on our sides, and in a mellow fashion pull back to just inside and work three to five inches in and out of the guy, particularly working his anus. It feels great to work the entrance and most guys love it.  Prior to this experience no guy I've been with didn't enjoy this.  There is an exception to every rule, however, and this guy provided it.  He whined he wanted it deeper (but clearly not so deep that it was pushing past the curve...which other guys typically love.)

At this point I simply wanted it over, but my head wasn't collaborating with my dick.  They need to be in sync because orgasm (for me) requires choreography of mind and body.  I can't cum on command if I am not enjoying it.

During a good connection, I will periodically take a break.  We get sweaty; his prostate is asking for a break; I am over stimulated.  It's usually good:  leisurely kissing, stroking, hugging, spooning. And then we resume and typically I cum pretty quickly after penetrating him again.

Well, this guy seemed to resent my wanting a break.  He then started to interrogate me with questions about my personal life (dude: this is a HOOK UP.  We already went through the preliminaries.  He challenged me because on one site my age was two years younger than another...uh, because some sites don't automatically update, Einstein.)  Btw, this guy has a partner but they are oral only...)  I was laying there and calmly responding trying to not act irritated but I was mostly finding the questions, and him, tedious.

We gave it another try but I pulled out and told him it wasn't going to happen that day.  So I forced small talk, leisurely dressed, and did my best to get out without seeming to rush.  But as I was driving away I was cursing myself for being a goddamned fool once again.  He had walked me out to my car and gave me a tender hug making me wonder whether I hadn't just endured the previous experience.

When I got home he some messages of regret.  I responded graciously, wished he and his partner well.  There were a series of them and I responded kindly to each.  And then decided enough was enough and blocked him, which made me feel a bit shitty, but considering the rash of stalking messages he sent me to get me to agree to connect I was genuinely worried about being stalked.  But, quite simply, I simply need to start employing greater cognitive dissonance.

Just Spit

There has been a round cub that has been hitting on me on various sites for the past few months.  He's pleasant but very into calling me "sir" which I find unsettling.  I recognize that's a mindset of part of the culture, yet I don't approach hook ups from a hierarchy approach (though while I suck, I do not bottom:  period.)

Okay, back to the event.  So, as you've concluded, I decided to connect with him yesterday. He's got a long-standing relationship with an older guy, but it's only oral (apparently the guy is in another relationship and his partner doesn't allow him to top outside the relationship...hmmm.) Whatever.  The cub has been hungry to bottom again but alleged he hadn't in years.  There was some hesitancy about my size, but he's been very persistent for nearly six months.

We were both free yesterday afternoon and traveled to his apartment. Decent neighborhood but a house cut up into various rabbit warrens that can't be legal (one narrow tested back entrance is his sole access; city code enforcement would shut the landlord down asap.  One more case of my thinking, as I entered the abode:  what the hell are you doing here?)  Microscopic apartment.  

He said he wanted to sit in his living room to chat first, but was very anxious to hug and kiss me once we got inside his place.  Pleasant but one of those over eager kissers that repeatedly forces his tongue in and out of your mouth; relax about it already and just get into the groove and slowly enjoy it!  Clearly a lot of it was nervousness.  

As he pulled off his clothes, I saw that while rotund, he wears his weight well. His body is adorned with a forest of hair:  not dense, but evenly spread across his torso, denser on his chest, stomach and pubes.  I found the hair atop his shoulders and the top of his back hot.  I took my clothes off too and tried to put my throbbing cock under his balls, but my being much taller that didn't work.  Anyway, I soon told him I wanted to enjoy this laying down, so he lead me into his bedroom.  Originally, he's wanted me to fuck him on his couch, which is something I hate, but he quickly agreed to his bedroom (I guess being a "sir" has its benefits.)

He hugged me, resumed that awkward stabbing kissing, and didn't seem to know what to do.  His bod was giving off some starting musk, and I pushed back his arm to find his armpit full of antiperspirant (even worse than deodorant; he apologized saying I hadn't advised him not to wear any:  son, did you read my profile?)  I proceeded to push him to the top of the bed and began to suck his now very erect 5" cock.  He advised me that he doesn't like getting his cock sucked and it would get him soft (?!!!)  So I directed him to roll over and pulled apart his cheeks.  He was definitely clean, but I wasn't getting musk or and inviting odor:  I knew he was clean as he obsessed about cleaning out hours before, and then rinsing once again when I was 40 minutes away.  So, I started to lick his hole, but wasn't getting any energy from him:  he then advised me he doesn't respond during sex:  swell.  Eventually I got my tongue in and while I typically like to really rim the guy, I need some responsiveness and decided it was time to get to the main act.  

I started to rub my cock up and down his crack and to massage his hole with my cock head.  THEN he started to moan, and he was pushing back to meet me. I lifted up, spit repeatedly in my hand and moistened him up and felt the head enter:  he began to moan with more frequency, saying "I'm getting fucked!"  I was in a couple of inches but told him to roll to his side and pull his thigh toward his chest:  he knew the drill and was then pushing back and was fucking back and sighing and crying out with pleasure.  He was super tight, and the friction was intense.  Repeatedly he asked me if it was okay, and if I liked his ass (yes, yes.)  But, in turn, I could feel serious friction and was worried about him getting sore, I kept asking him if he was okay.  He kept panting that it was great and for me not to pull out.  Gradually he loosened a bit but this boy proved to be a power bottom and was fucking me back with gusto, which I absolutely love.  We got into a good rhythm, but I kept thinking I needed some lube (tops can get sore too.)   I saw he had Astroglide but decided that was worse than nothing so I stayed in and as we kept fucking he started to loosen a bit and I could vary my thrusts and moves.  In the back of my mind, I was also concerned whether it might be a mess pulling out as while he cleaned out, I get in deep and past the curve and some guys think they've been thorough in cleaning when they actually haven't been.)  

It was clear I was hitting his prostate regularly: his eyes would bulge open and he's gasp with pleasure.  But eventually I was pulling back to just the head and thrusting all the way in back and forth.  By then he started to just enjoy it, but periodically pushed back. 

I'd been ready to cum a few times but held back, but after a while decided to let it go:  it felt good, but the scene was one where I decided I wanted to wrap things up and get rolling.  He begged me to let him know when I was ready to come and then he pushed back and clamped down when I told him I was there.  It felt great.

We were laying there a bit, but I wasn't finding it comfortable; I knew he wanted me to stay in, but I needed to roll on my side.  He got up and found an enormous puddle of precum where he's been laying and as he stood up and long string of clear precum was coming out of his cock, and it kept streaming.  He was surprised and amazed, so I pointed out that I'd been repeatedly hitting his prostate. Fortunately, he wasn't bleeding; there was no blood on my cock: whew!

He left and came back with paper towels (yuck) and handed me one as he wiped at this butt; buzz kill (cripes, at least wet them.)  Normally I like to lie with guy and stroke his bod and kiss and make small talk, but instead I rolled off the bed and started to get dressed, saying I needed to get out of his hair.  The scene was now seeming awkward.  He, however, was in a glow, dressed, kissed and hugged me and walked me out to my car.

I got several messages afterwards; wanting reassurance I liked his ass, and saying he wants it again soon.  Despite the initial awkwardness, I think he'd be more relaxed in an encore, and he's know not to wear deodorant.  Seems like another round is in order.

Pungent Arab

 Among my tastes I do have a thing for Arabs; I find them very handsome, and I particularly like hairy ones.  Fairly recently I was hit on by a relatively younger guy, from the Middle East.  He came onto me on one of the sites and we went back and forth and one Saturday when I was horned up I accepted his invite to hook up.  He lives in an older city with which I am not that familiar driving and GPS had me meandering all over it on various freeways (I later found a direct and infinitely shorter route) but eventually I found myself in a modest working-class neighborhood. 

As I climbed the stairs to his house and entered, he was oddly animated.  As it was, he realized we'd hooked up many years before (yes, he was pretty young, but of legal age) in a different city very far away, which neither of us figured out on-line (but where you're usually communicating through cock and ass shots in many respects.)  I was incredibly surprised as his now ending up near me seemed like one in a million chance.

We were, however, meeting for a purpose, and soon got to it.  He's Reubenesque:  a bigger fellow who carries it well with a large but firm belly. Thick black hair, typical Arab goatee.  As we stripped and fell onto the bed to make out, and while immaculately clean, a powerful musk came off of him.  Some guys stink, some guys' scent is like ambrosia.  This guy's is the latter.  I immediately pushed back his arm and started to lick and suck his pits alternating between them and his large dark brown nipples.

He has a big cock framed by a rich forest of pubes and it was a pleasurable challenge to suck, with clear precum oozing out of its slit.  That eventually led me to his taint and his hole.  One of the great things about Arabs is their anal hygiene is typically great, and with great pleasure I started to lick his hole, eventually getting it relaxed enough to get my tongue in.  Soon I was alternating between sucking his cock and rimming him, to the point where he was hungry to get fucked.  

As he was wet with my spit, I eased by cock into him; it didn't occur to me to ask if I needed to suit up.  It was a long passionate fuck with ample moaning and sighing and eventually me spurting into him.  As I eased out, we rolled onto our backs and made small talk catching up.  He is now married to another guy who is older and only likes oral, so when his husband is traveling on business, he goes online looking for a tune up.  He rolled onto his side to check his phone, to text his man who was en route home from a trip.  Freaked out I jumped up to leave but the Arab pulled me back saying he was a hour away.  He wanted more and I was soon back in him.  As I get older, I rarely come twice in a short period of time, but the guy's scent and his overall appeal had me soon shooting another load into him.

I got dressed to leave and he kissed me, anxious to connect again.  At that point I was hustling as encountering the husband of the guy leaking my seed and of whose scent I reeking wasn't a scene I wanted to experience.  As I was leaving he indicated he usually insists on condoms only.  Oops.

We've hooked up a few times since; and we've played bare.  But, I've then gotten a series of panicked messages from him afterwards wanting me to reassure him that I am, in fact, neg, which is tedious as that's what I've assured him.  While I understand his concern, he really needs to get on prep.  Even if he otherwise insists on condoms, they do occasionally break (it's happened to me twice, and on another hook up the condom came off with the bottom frantically going into the bathroom to shit it out (worrying about my cum at that point was secondary.)  Anyway, I am clearly not the only wick this guy is dipping. 

I periodically see the young Arab online and we banter.  He's more cautious about hosting or I guess the husband isn't traveling so often.  A few recent times he's wanted to connect on very specific dates and times, but I wasn't available myself.  So it goes.  We both like each other outside of sex, so it would be nice to see him period.  But, I'd really like to get back into his pants and to get my face and beard back in his armpits.

Risky Business

Just a week ago I got hit on by a guy who has messaged me several times on that site before.  An older guy whose stats I liked and I got a good vibe and he wanted to bottom.  He indicated that he's a doctor and could then host at his office as it was closed.  Normally that's a scene in which I wouldn't be interested, but horniness overcame caution and basic logic, so I agreed to meet him as it's in a good neighborhood about 30 minutes from me.

When I pulled up to the address, I found a medical complex.  He was in his car and assured me no one was there and used his swipe card to get us inside. It is quite a labyrinth and we walked past a nurses' station and intake area.  We went to his very small office with two typical office chairs and I asked whether he was planning to play on the floor (which I absolutely hate.)  He indicated we were going to an exam room.  

At this point I was pretty weirded out, but figured that the train had left the station so I was committed to the journey.  I asked if we could not use the overhead and he said we could just leave the door open, which let in sunlight from windows in the hallway.  He stripped off his polo shirt and shorts, and wearing sandals and going commando was soon naked.  Then he pulled me to him to passionately make out and grope me.  I got into the act and pulled off my tee shirt and dropped my shorts and jockeys prompting him to drop to his knees to suck me with gusto.  At a certain point I pulled him up so that I could get in on the action and started to suck his now throbbing cock, which is a good size.  

Soon he was leaning against the exam table and I was rimming his clean, but slightly musky ass.  While I enjoyed rimming him the position was uncomfortable kneeling on the exam room floor.  He stood up, pulled me up and started making out with me again, and said he wanted to straddle my cock with me sitting in one of the room's chairs.  As a rule, I don't enjoy getting straddled but didn't see an alternative.  He eased down and was really enjoying my cock; I had to push my hands down on his thighs so that I could thrust up instead of getting ridden (which scares the hell out of me as I know guys who have had their cocks permanently damaged that way.)  His ass was loosening and it was feeling decent to good, but after a bit I told him the position was pretty uncomfortable, so he said to move to the exam table.

At first, he was standing leaning against the table.  I got in but it was an uncomfortable angle and I hate standing up to fuck.  Finally, I asked him to get up on the table and pushed him flat on his stomach and climbed up to get on top of him.  I now was able to get fully into him and to build up a good rhythm.  That position was better than before and not great and I decided if I felt the orgasm approaching not to hold back; fortunately, it soon built and I was then pulsing into him.

After we got up he kissed me, grabbed some paper towels to wipe his ass, and then handed me a bunch to wipe my cock.  Then he walked buck naked into his office to check his phone for any messages.  I dressed and asked to use a bathroom and still naked directed me down the hallway.  At that point I just wanted to leave; mission accomplished but a strange and unsettling scene.  By the time I was finished he'd pulled on his shorts and was cleaning up the exam room.  He stopped and walked me to door, pulled me in to kiss me and said let's do this again, and I left.

I went and did some errands and began to reflect on the experience.  A medical complex of that size must have 24-hour surveillance and likely keeps video recordings.  Surely there were cameras outside the building as well as inside recording the activity in the hallways as well as the parking lot (surely not the exam room, but dumb luck had prompted me to ask not to have the lights on.)  My own presence in the building wasn't an issue as he'd brought me in, but his letting someone in on the weekend, and then walking around in the hallway naked was incredibly reckless.  It was also a small miracle no one else entered the building while we were there.

When guys approach me online who are interested in public sex I always turn them down flat out:  risks like that don't give me a thrill; I don't want to get arrested.  But thinking back on it, this was pretty close.  I haven't seen him online since and wonder if there were repercussions.

Getting There

 This afternoon I had a second hook up with a retired cop.  Nice strong, hairy arms; calloused hands (and feet!)  Not someone you would peg (pardon the pun) as a bottom.

I don't imagine that he gets a lot of action as despite my sucking and then rimming him for a long time (during which he continually purred with pleasure) as despite my having him relaxed and dripping wet, he was incredibly tight, and it required patience just going in with the head, pulling back and pushing a bit further, pulling out and rimming him, easing more into him, pulling back out, using lots more spit and then gradually and slowly pushing more of myself in.  At a certain point as I pushed the final inches in I heard him gasp "big dick" with a bit of shock.  I just remained still and then sensing he was adjusting started to slowly pull back and then ease forward to develop a gradual rhythm.  His ongoing sighs of pleasure confirmed he wasn't experiencing discomfort and then after awhile I would feel him loosen up and as I pulled back and thrust forward he was pushing his ass to meet me.  Well into it at a certain point I murmured "let me do the fucking."

It went on for quite a long time; he definitely loosened up, but there still remained satisfying friction.  Yet, despite being at it for then 30 minutes I decided I needed to pull out and give my cock a chance to desensitize and pushed him on his back to make out and to stroke his cock.  But he grasped my cock and stroked it and clearly wanted more.  I did as well, but you can tell when you need a break or you'll never cum.

I pushed him back on his side and spooned him and we got into lazy relaxed fucking, where the wetness and the entry and withdrawing were audible.  It felt good, and I was enjoying it, but getting my nut needed seem likely.  At moments like this, awful as it sounds, I start to imagine fucking someone else to mentally get to cumming. I asked if he was getting sore or tired, and he said he was really enjoying it.  He must have sensed I needed some verbal stimulation as he started to grunt and sigh somewhat more.  And then with a leisurely pace the sensations in my cockhead began and I felt myself start to spurt. I was glad because it felt great, but also because I was imagining I was going to need to pull out and stroke off.

As I grew still and kissed and licked the back of his neck for awhile he quietly asked "did you cum?"  I am not into histrionics; ejaculating makes my mind explode and my cock does the speaking as I focus my energy there.  Clearly cumming for me is a largely mental exercise:  getting there, and then slowly savoring the release of semen and energy.  And then he said "yeah, I can feel the shaft throbbing."  Rather than large quick jets of cum, my cock and balls take awhile to gradually empty.  I stayed hard in him and after awhile started to grow softer.  He then coughed and my cock came out of him and he gasped with my exit.

My goal is to suck a guy off afterward, if possible, but this is one of those guys who never seems to get there despite steady sucking and stroking and playing with his balls.  I'd thought during the foreplay he was there and hoped to get him off, though realizing often guys can't get fucked after they come.  Despite my best efforts it didn't happen; he seems like a guy who would later stroke himself off alone.

He is a very nice guy and murmured "I left a washcloth out for you" when I indicated I needed to get out of his hair.  As we both got dressed there was that post hook up awkwardness, but he walked me to the door, gave me a cold bottle of water, and with a kiss said "you're always welcome."  

It was a good time, but don't know how he doesn't wear out; my cock now is definitely sore, but pleasantly sore.