Macho

Well late this morning I found myself free and suddenly on a4a I had two almost simultaneous messages.  The first was from a Latin guy who I've noticed for months and who has checked out my profile.  Last week he came on to me but it wasn't convenient.  My caution vibe was on (lots of tattoos and a muscle man) but he gave me his phone number and shared that he is married, and that his wife and two kids were out for the day.  He was upfront about where he lives, and shared that he and his wife now have a "marriage blanc".  So, cognitive dissonance kicked in and I thought he might be okay some time.

A second message came from a 23 year old who came on to me earlier in the week; pretty aggressive and asked if "daddy wants some boy hole."  Well Daddy does, but usually my caution vibe kicks in when I am approached like that.  This morning, however, I was incredibly horny so I gave him some serious consideration.  We exchanged pics, but he only sent a torso pic, and then ignored me when I asked if he had a face pic to trade.  Then there was an interim of about 10 minutes when he didn't open my last message (after he'd responded immediately to the others.)  I wrote "hope you find what you are looking for:  happy hunting" and then got a message that he could host and was ready.  However, he started asking me how I liked to fuck, wrote back other questions and it was evident he was (is) a flake.

During the meantime I kept communicating with the Latin guy (Nicaraguan) who asked me to call him.  I decided to head over there:  he asked me to hold off for 30 minutes so that he could clean out.  I wrote the kid-flake I was busy but might be free later.  He's still on a4a but not opening my message (I am imagining he's jerking off while stringing guys along:  whatever gets you through the day dude.)

So I headed to the Latin guy's place.  He met me outside and I followed up to his apartment.  He has an amazing body and I could tell it was a great ass as I was following him up the stairs and I was growing pretty hard. 

We got into his apartment and he wanted to get down to business immediately.  I asked him if he kissed and he looked at me like I was crazy.  I thought, okay, this isn't going to be passionate sex.  He's a short guy (5' 7") and ridiculously muscled; probably -15% body fat; you could bounce a quarter off him.  And, an amazingly big uncut cock that was drooling precum.  I knelt down to suck it and then he wanted to get into face fucking me (which I hate:  I like to give a long blow job, but I like the guy to be lying back.)  He went to start sucking mine and Finally I insisted we get on the bed  so that I could suck it. 
He was lying back and I was working it, but I kept thinking how much better this could be if we were making out and going back and forth.  The guy has dense hair in his pits and I would have loved to have gotten into eating them out:  I did the math though and concluded this was going to be a suck and maybe fuck session and little more.

 I started to suck his balls and tried to go down to his ass, but he didn't get the message to lift his legs.  Finally I told him to roll over and started to eat his ass.  He as pretty tight and kept trying to clench his ass cheeks and spincter.  He finally started to relax and I got into some serious ass eating.   He wanted to suck me some more and I positioned him so I could eat his ass while he sucked my cock.  I went back to his cock a couple of times because it was dripping and I love precum.  I had him lying on his stomach and rubbed my cock up and down his crack; he grabbed it with his hard hand and positioned it outside his hole; I figured that it was so that it wouldn't go in.  Finally he said get up and he stood on a step stool and pushed back against my cock and it went in (it was weird, when I arrived he first insisted on standing on a stool while I sucked him.)  I pulled out and asked if we could do it on the bed; he wanted to stand but got off the stool and I pushed into him again.  A TIGHT hole and the guy knows how to clench.  However, he pulled off and insisted I lean against the wall and pushed back until I penetrated him.  He definitely is a power bottom and wanted to control the moves.  It felt great and I could feel my load rising; I kept telling him that he was going to make me cum and he kept pushing back harder.  I am not crazy about fucking while standing so I decided to let go.  He loved it when he felt me cumming and squeezed my cock with his guts really hard and kept fucking himself with it till I pulled out.

Well, there was no afterglow. He's a nice guy but he asked if I wanted to clean up.  I mentioned he hand't gotten off (frankly I'd have liked to swallow his load) but he said it didn't matter, and the situation was one I wanted to wrap up.  He graciously showed me out (he put on his jock, a tee shirt, a baseball cap, and black leather ankle boots to show me to the door, lol...) It was odd, but I wasn't creeped out.

As I left I figured this guy is a bottom who needs to be in control of the show in order to feel macho.  Well I got off; he got his ass bred, and I guess we both got something that we wanted.

the Scent of a Man

While traveling I woke up the other morning hard as a rock and logged on to a4a.  I found a message from a guy who'd been persistent the night before; I responded that I was sorry to have missed him  and then heard a message come in; it was him responding.  He wanted to talk on the phone, but it was 6:45 a.m. and I declined responding I was just waking up.  He asked if I was horny and I responded yes but had a noon meeting.  He wrote he was free right then and ready to hook up.  I tried to call him, but the call failed to connect.  So I responded to clean out and come to my room.  I learned he was then on the bus heading into town, so he'd need to shower again when he got there.  About 20 minutes later I heard a knock on the door.

He walked in and seemed really tentative and said "let's see if there is chemistry".  I thought, swell, we have to play the courtship game/will I be able to get rid of him quickly?  However, he immediately started to strip off his clothes.  Responding to my surprise he said "well we have to get naked, right?"  Well I was down. Tall, a nice dusting of chest hair, broad shouldered, tapered waist, flat ass, a full, thick head of hair (though later I didn't enjoy the five o'clock shadow on my cock or alls...) We embraced and exchanged a tentative kiss.  Next thing I knew he was sucking my cock and I led him to the bed.  He asked me if I had lube and condoms (I did.) With him face down I started to eat his ass:  he immediately went crazy and got very verbal, demanding that I get my tongue all the way up his ass, and forcing his ass against my face and was groaning about how great it felt.  After I'd eaten his ass for awhile he wanted to make out and got increasingly better at it.  He pushed me back and sucked my cock and wanted me to eat his ass more.  After getting him really wet I laid on his back and teased his crack and ass with my cock.   He loved it but really got cranked as I teased his hole with the head of my cock.  I pushed against it and partially pentrated him and he regretfully pushed me off:  I was fine with that.  However, he pushed me on my back and started sucking me again.  I persuaded him to straddle me and to tease himself with my cock; he eased down but stopped before I fully penetrated him. 

We went back and forth with him sucking me and me rimming him  Occasionally I sucked him (a nice, long, uncut cock; unfortunately all he wanted was to be fully throated; he was thrashing around too much for me to give him a good, sustained blow job for any length of time.) I got him on his back and teased his hole with my cock head, and simultaneously started to suck his toes,which made him moan "I love that!" My cock entered him, but I didn't try to push too far in.  He mildly insisted "we need to use lube and condoms." Since he'd indicated he needed to shower more I wanted to wait before we went there as I figured the show would soon be over after we got there as if he was dirty I'd be done (however, by that point there had been no smell or mess.)  He went back down on me and said "I love the smell" and I thought, I have a live one here.  I pushed him back and started to eat his pits, which he loved.  He has defined biceps and long, silky hair in his pits; unfortunately he'd used deodorant.  He asked me if I could taste my dick when eating his ass (I couldn't but of course said I could to keep him rolling.)  He loved the smell of my balls (I hadn't yet showered).  We gotten to the point that we were totally going primal and were passionately making out and going back and forth dick2ass. He wanted me to suit up and get the lube. By that point I'd had half my cock in him several times and he'd repeated sucked my cock and we rolled around making out passionately, and he asked me to eat his ass some more.  After getting it really wet I teased him some more, had my arms wrapped around him,  and had my cock all the way inside him and was sucking his neck and ears.  He was putty in my hands and we got into some serious fucking.  Every time I pulled out I was totally clean and he was anxious to suck my cock some more after it had been in him/he'd gone from not wanting it in him bare to saying how great his ass smelled on my cock. I asked him if he was okay and if he was enjoying it; he said yes, but said you'll need a condom before we fuck (we'd been fucking for easily ten minutes; all I could figure was that he eitherwanted me to try to pass his second spincter or be certain it was wrapped so I could shoot in him).  I was then at a point where I was really enjoying it/he was groaning in pleasure telling me how much he loved my cock, and I could feel my load rising. I warned him, I need to pull out before I cum and pulled back and shot on his back.  He totally freaked (I hadn't cum in him) and felt the load on his back and jumped up and rain to shower.  So it goes...

When he got out of the shower I again assured him I hadn't cum in him; he whined "I didn't even cum!"   "I said, well you jumped up and left, but we can fix that."  He came back to the bed wanted to cum on my face and stroked off and shot a massive load that soaked into my beard and stache (I figured he'd really get paranoid if I ate any; I was trying to mellow the guy out.)  We'd been at it for over two hours, and I needed to clean up and pack.  Fortunately after cumming he started to dress and get ready to leave (lesson:  tops, never let the bottom cum till YOU are done,)  He started getting philosophical,  I definitely was ready for him to go.

I hadn't intentionally wanted to do anything he didn't want to do (it was pretty obvious he wanted to be fucked, and loved it bareback/and really wanted to go there.)  I think that we didn't know each other jammed his head.  Frankly, at the outset I was uncertain of him and worried about his status, so his paranoia assuaged mine, ironically. 

While I vigorously showered and shampooed after he left and during a business meeting that afternoon I pleasantly noticed that my beard and stache were still scented with his musk.  I love manscent and hate to shower after sex (if the guy's ass has been totally clean.)  It was an unexpected treat as I found his scent pretty subtle when we were at it.  And, when I got back to my laptop there was a message from him on a4a asking when I was going to be back in town and for how long; he's interested in spending the night.  A4a sent me an email indicating I had a "match";  apparently he not only recovered and wants an encore: he friended me and I friended him.  I wrote and said "no deodorant next time!"

My Little Samosa

Late this week I had an airport meeting in the Northwest.  I could have flown up that morning and back that evening, but I had a major incentive to come up the night before.  It was to connect with a guy who has become a fuck buddy over the past two years:  he's East Indian (well, India-Indian, South Asian, and other appropriate monikers) and cute as a bug's ear. Since my last visit he periodically taps me a message on a4a asking when I'll return.  So, I wrote and indicated if he'd be available I'd fly up Thursday night.  He indicated that he would, so I booked a hotel room.

It began as a maintainence fuck:  I was horny/he was horny.  We both wanted to get off; he came to my hotel and we did the deed.  I was astonished that we ended up playing bareback:  this is a guy who is parsimonious in speech, but as nature led its course I found myself easing up into him bare.  Little was said other than for him to respond "outside" when I asked where he wanted me to cum.  Last spring after connecting several times we passed a corner when he asked me not to pull out.  After I came, this man of few words asked "when are you moving to Seattle?"  I was touched as I recognized what this meant and he wrapped his arms around me to kiss, and remained in bed spooning, long after we'd both shot our loads.

He is a good, but not remarkable, looking man.  Evidently in his late 30's, he has a head full of ringlets, carmel skin, and an amazing taut ass that looks like cantaloupe halved:  it just begs you to stick your tongue up it.  Compact:  5' 7", ~ 140 lb.  He loves to make out, but more so after you've rimmed him for awhile.  You really don't know how much he's enjoying it as you later discern he's totally inside his head while you are pleasuring him (and yourself) focusing on how good he's feeling.  I have learned the subtleties of his sighing, an occasional moan, and his forceful thrusts back as you are pushing deep inside him. 

As usual, we got right to business this visit, I met him in a robe, he stripped, grasped my cock as we made out, and moments later he was lying face down on the bed awaiting my tongue.  It was actually disconcerting:  he was making no noise and I needed signals he was enjoying it (I refrain from asking if the guy is enjoying it, as that is an incredible buzz kill.  If you can't figure that out, it's clearly not working.  However, I do periodically check in to make sure the bottom isn't in pain or getting sore: I need the bottom to be undulating in pleasure in order for me to shoot my load.)  I alternated between eating his ass and popping my cock head into his hole and rolling him over to make out.   My boy was clearly enjoying it, revealed by a big grin.  I could just feel my cock grow harder and  knew I needed him on his back.  He lifted his legs, I pushed in, and we passionately kissed while I sawed in and out of him.  Something about kissing while fucking is the trigger for me.  He'd had his eyes closed but as my load built and started to pulse into him he opened them very wide and we kissed.

Afterwards we spooned, made out, and went back and forth with him sucking me, me sucking him, and him on his hands and knees over my cock while I tongued fucked him.  He was soon on his stomach thrusting back to get my cock as far up him as possible moaning "come on baby" "come on baby!".  We kept at it for twenty minutes and took various breaks.  He sucked me vigorously for a long time  and then said "I want to see you cum".  I said "I will but it takes awhile to let go of another load."  He was surprised that I'd already cum, but I mentioned he'd opened his eyes widely when I did:  apparently his subsconscience at work.   He didn't want to cum till I'd shot another load, so we alternated between him sucking me and my stroking while we made out:  as I felt my cum rising he pushed me back and licked up the load as I shot it and then kissed me:  sweet.  He then worked his rod hard until I saw a large thick load pulsing out and then running down his shaft, pooling in his pubes:  the white cum contrasted beautifully with his dark skin and inky hair.   I leaned over, licked his cock head, and we kissed again.

This guy is methodical and corporate:  having cum he was soon up, washing up in the bathroom, and pulling on his jockies.  Again, little conversation, aside from "when are you coming back?  make sure to contact me."  Then a chaste kiss and he was out the door.   Two hours had flown.  The evening was still relatively early but I was more than sated and had a great night's sleep.

the Key to a Bottom

Hooked up with fiftyish silver daddy today who I have been back and forth with over the past year via Craig's List ads.  He is divorced and now lives with his new girlfriend.   Fit, a gym devotee: a semi-retired professional  (lucky bastard) so he can host.  I had the time this morning and drove over to his place: immaculate, so (in touch with my Asian side) I immediately removed my sandals entering his house.

He led me into a pristine guest bedroom; no preliminaries, he started to pull his clothes off.  I said, "you are task oriented!" which caused him to pause and ask if I wanted to sit down first and chat.  I just laughed and said I guessed he had determined I'd work out.

This is a man of few words, which is fine, but some preliminaries are in order.  It was kind of perfunctory kissing (albeit, tongue kissing at least).  He was freshly showered, so no musk and I had no attraction to his pits.  Beginning to find this work I went down to his cock (he'd been sucking mine and was damned good) but it remained softish.  I asked if he was okay and he indicated he was nervous and hadn't done this in a long time.  Ready to chalk this up as a mistake I gave it a last try and asked him to roll over and started to eat his ass.  Suddenly the picture went from black and white to color.  The man had a voice!  He was grunting and groaning in great pleasure, reaching back to pull his cheeks apart, shoving back against my tongue and moaning.  After a long period of getting him dialated he rolled onto his back and pulled me to him to mouth kiss.  Okay, I'd discovered how to unlock this man's inhibitions.

Have you ever noticed how eating a guy's ass changes him into a different person?  He's not at all shy about groaning and sighing and letting you know he's vulnerable, and open, and loving it.  And, suddenly they remember (or learn how) to KISS.  And, the next thing they want is the real thing up their asses.

I thought this was going to be a cautious, reserved guy.  I then teased his hole with my cock head and let him take the action:  grinding, pushing back:  I could tell he was into it from the verbal feedback.  However, not wanting to push the envelope, I pulled back several times and went back to eating his ass  After three times the man pushed back until I was well past his spincter and he was clearly impaling himself on my cock.  Moaning "big cock! fuck me!" I had a green light, but reached for some lube since he indicated it had been a long time.  I rolled him over and sucked his cock as I lubed and finger fucked him before rolling him back onto his stomach and easing in and sliding up until my balls were outside his ass.

It was excellent, but for some reason I cautioned myself "don't under any circumstances pull out".  We kept at it for a long time and he asked for "my juice" saying "I want you to breed my ass."  Now this was a guy I expected to demand a condom and then to pull away saying he couldn't take it.  Not only were we fucking bare but suddenly he wanted a load in him.  Well, it wasn't hard to comply/he was tight, knew how to clench, and it felt great; I started to spurt into him and he pushed back hard and clamped his ass as hard as he could, excited that my load was in him.  He kept pushing back and did his best to keep me hard after I'd cum and to keep fucking him.  I did, but knew I'd need to pull out and at least 15 minutes before I'd be able to build up another load.  So I gave it a few more minutes of back and forth as he was loving it, but I knew it was time to ease out.  When I did I knew why instinct had earlier told me not to pull out.  I did my best to roll over and keep my cock off the sheets (though they now had lots of lube all over them) and jumped up to use the shower; sending hm to his guest bath.  It was, however, "all good" as they say.

As I was toweling off he was there standing grinning; a different man than I'd met.  A little shell of reserve had returned, but the afterglow was evident, as well as his familarity in being with the man who'd just bred him.  It was sweet.  We kissed at the door and he told me the best times --when the girlfriend was sure to be long away-- to return. I was glowing.

Reflecting on the experience, I realized it was all about eating his ass.  By eating his ass he figured I was safe:  I was demonstrating trust in him by taking a risk; I was doing something really really taboo; and I clearly wanted to make him feel great.  He wanted to bottom but at the moment I was eating his ass he was in control, he was the "top" so to speak.  It was "even".  And, it made him secure to have me do what he really wanted:  to fuck him bare and to give him my load.  I trusted him and so he trusted me.  We'd established more before that with the standard "when were you last tested" and marital status questions.  However, they were simply the foundation for possible trust.  Once those were confirmed it was my tongue in his ass that changed everything.  I'm glad I trusted him and he trusted me.  When I returned home he'd sent me a calendar outline of his availability.  Woo hoo!

Breaking in a Virgin

Tonight I connected with a businessman visiting out of town from Texas.  Miracle of all miracles, we connected through Craig's List (a posting that didn't get flagged by a declined suitor...)  This fellow posted me several times throughout the day and just before I was supposed to meet him he indicated co-workers were staying on the same property and he wasn't going to be available.  I figured that it went with the territory through CL connections and decided to do something "productive".  But then I got a message right afterwards saying that he'd ditched the co-workers and to come to his hotel, fortunately a hop, skip, and jump from my house.

I arrived and asked him if it was going to work for him.  Nice enough fellow:  a firm but noteworthy belly (good), nice sized dick (better), and hairy (hot.)  I asked him if he kissed and he indicated "not really" and then gave me a cursory peck on the lips; this was immediately after he said he was normally a quick cummer so that he'd had a few beers to slow himself down.  At this point I was imagining a max of 30 minutes.

While I started to suck him to get him to relax (but, had to keep pulling off so that he wouldn't cum), he was seriously into sucking my cock and was excellent.  He had it all the way down his throat much of the time.  Since I couldn't work his cock (remembering that when the bottom cums the show is over) I suggested he get on his hands and knees and plant his ass over my face.  The minute my tongue went there the guy was hooked.  He was very considerate and kept sucking my cock but he clearly just wanted to savor having his ass eaten.

He told me he wanted to get fucked but hadn't had a cock up his ass before; swell, I thought.  Mine is not the cock for a virgin; having had guys whine it was too big I figured this was going to end the minute I tried to get it in.  I continued eating his ass and then started some teasing of his crack and hole with the head of my cock.  The man was reduced to jelly:  he was pushing back against my cock and it was going partially in; I pulled off several times to rim him some more, and he was loving it.  The next thing I know is that the man who doesn't kiss was rolling on top of me to passionately French kiss.  He sucked my tongue and plunged his into my mouth.  I just layed there and enjoyed the passion.

He suggested a condom, but I wanted to keep the action going.  I got some lube and started to finger fuck him.  He rolled on his side and throated my cock while I loosened him with my fingers.  On his side he was pulling me down to kiss him and I could smell the manmusk he was working up; I pushed his arm back and beared my face in his pit between making out with him.

Next he was on his stomach with me teasing him again:  this man loved feeling the heat of my cock against his hole and was pushing back against it.  I made it clear I wasn't pushing into him, but soon after I felt my cock three quarters of the way inside him and him gasping how great it felt.  Soon he was pulling off and wanting a condom, which was totally cool

I rolled the condom on and fucked him lying on his stomach; he was panting "fuck me, FUCK me!" It was nice but he wanted to be on his back.  I was trying to take it easy and to be as gentle as possible, but this guy wanted pistoning.  On his back he kept pulling me forward to passionately French when not demanding I fuck him.  Up till this point I'd managed to keep him from stroking, but as I massaged his prostrate he was fighting to stroke his cock.  I released his hands and he furiously stroked while I moved in and out of him.  While I kept waiting for him to say it hurt, instead he kept groaning how great it felt.  The next thing I felt something warm hit my face; the next shot went over his head (no b.s.) and he spurted healthy ribbons that caked the hair on his chest.  I eased out and told  him to enjoy the afterglow (he was worried about me getting off.)

As it was I never did cum, but I had a damned good time.  While spent he threw his leg over my thigh and stroked me while making casual conversation.  He was enjoying the man2man touch and while done wasn't in a hurry to pull on shorts and usher me out.  He kept telling me how great it was, which pleased and surprised me as I was worried about hurting him and killing his interest in anal.  Apparently not:  I think I converted him to a bottom for sure.  And I found, again, that I don't need to cum to have an "orgasmic experience."

anaconda

engorged, but blurry