Friday night I thought I was going to connect with my Indian fuck buddy. However, I was at dinner with a couple of pals and despite my saying I'd be done no earlier than 10 p.m. I found a message he posted on MH at 8:15 asking if I was back from dinner yet. He was logged off Manhunt, but nonetheless I left him a response there, and both called and texted him. No response; I was hoping that he wasn't turning into a flake/he'd said that Sunday that he wanted to connect with me again during my visit. He's somewhat inscrutible, but each time we connect he gets more affectionate (which I like) so I was hoping this wasn't coming to an end. I was disappointed because, based on the connection earlier in the week, I was going to encourage him to sleep over. (he'd warned me that he snores; it was a risk I was more than willing to take.) Alas, no go. So I defaulted to the less than satisfying hook up with the RN.
Saturday I woke up, checked MH and saw he hadn't yet opened my message. I had late morning business appointments and in the middle of one my phone went off. I got back to the hotel and had a message on MH from him indicating he's called. He was very apologetic that the night before he'd falled asleep before I returned. When, I called him back and he said he'd be there by two, but needed to go home to shower unless he could at my hotel (duh, of course it was...however, later I found the spent Fleet enema syringe in my bathroom, which actually made me laugh/he was trying to be discreet and it was considerate. Many guys think probing with their fingers will get the job done/it definitely doesn't.)
Well, he arrived, pecked me on the lips, stripped and shyly disappeared into the bathroom. I stripped and got into bed and, clean, slipped in beside me. He really is quite lovely: small, but a defined body, a nice fan of hair across his chest, big nipples, a head of ringlets, and a lovely carmel complexion.
Again, he turned his back to me and pushed back against me. He wanted to be held, and held tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close and sucked on the back of his neck. We laid there like that, with my cock hard as hell pushed underneath his balls. I grasped his cock and felt it drip precum. It felt great and I took it slow, but eventually I needed to get my cock rubbing up and down his crack. After about 20 minutes we were passionately at it, with mutual sucking, making out, and my tongue fucking him till he was begging me to push my cock into him. And, again, he wanted me to push up as deep as I could get into him and to leave it there while we simply spooned. But, eventually we got to fucking and he begged me to cum in him saying he wanted to feel my warm cum deep in him. (He'd shared that I was the only guy he barebacked with/certainly the only one allowed to breed him. However, since the get go we've fucked bareback, though it was only last fall he allowed me to cum in him...)
After I came I kept my arms wrapped around him; he wanted to spoon and I felt completely relaxed. I very gently gave him short thrusts and was feeling very very mellow. I gradually fell asleep, while hard and deep in him, still giving short thrusts while dozing/I was sort of in limbo stage between consciousness and unconsciousness, but know I was out for awhile. I actually woke up when I heard soft snoring coming from him. We both came to full consciousness and without saying it out loud we were equally thrilled that we'd ended up nesting. I was feeling incredibly relaxed and rested.
We went at it again, and he begged me to shoot another load in him, saying he wanted to feel the warm wetness. However, I'd rubbed one out when I woke up, not expecting to see him, and after the preceding fuck my cock wasn't going to give it up inside him. I dismounted, and we made out and got into mutual stroking and the kissing got me off. I was surprised that he quickly bent over and sucked my cum wet cock into his mouth and then went to make out with me. I think we passed some benchmark this week.
The whole time we were together he kept moaning and saying he wishes I lived in the area, as he wants to be mine. He asked about my travel itinerary and was giving thought to meeting me whereever I travel (alas, I don't travel that much any more, relatively speaking.)
I looked at the clock, and we'd spent most of the afternoon in bed; over three hours had passed. Since I had dinner plans I needed to send him packing and felt like a cad as I don't think he ever came. He didn't seem disappointed, though. Leaving he said he'd try to come over this morning before I checked out to fly home. However, though I got up early my boy wasn't on MH. He clearly likes to catch his zzzs. I packed, and had breakfast and was ready to jump in the shower when he called and wanted to come over. It was an hour before I was leaving and I thought with my head instead of my cock for perhaps the first time in seven days and said, with considerable regret, there wasn't time. He asked when I'd be back and I sadly indicated midwinter.
Okay this guy has a crush on me, and the feeling is mutual. It's definitely not going anywhere, but there is a connection and its sweet. I like being a pig, but I also like times taking it slow and being passionate. The distance is serendipity as this, too, could be a relationship that could easily get out of control.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Jock Wet Dream
Remember the hot football stud that you lusted after in high school? The one with the broad shoulders, well defined pecs and biceps, the one who you furtively glanced at because you didn't want him to see you checking you out for fear of being called a homo or worse, getting punched? Late last night he came to my room to get fucked.
When I lived here we were regular fuck buddies. He's married, but hosted (initally with the weird stipulation that I not look at pictures in the hallway of he and his wife, and entering their bedroom finding the photographs frames down, and him spraying air freshener in the room while I was getting dressed.) We began condoms only, and then late in our fuckbuddydom went bare, with the agreement I wouldn't cum in him. He used to live fairly close to my house, and then in the last 18 months I lived here he moved to a location ironically closer to my house, but also close to his relatives who were prone for dropping by-- so he couldn't host.
I kept him tagged as a Manhunt buddy and after I moved, and started to return to the area for business and I could host in a hotel, we resumed our hook ups. He works in town and works late (hospitality industry) and some of my trips haven't worked for him, or for me. However, we have connected several times in the last couple of years and each time has been intense.
He has a body you could bounce a quarter off; last winter when I came here he emerged from the shower and lying in bed I was stunned by his silouette as he stood sideways: male jock model material. A nice fan of hair covers his body: not too much, but enough to define his muscles and to make him especially hot. He has a big thick (but not attractive) cock, that is hard to get down your throat when it is hard. And, he has a hard, hairy, muscular bubble butt that he loves to have fucked. Fortunately for me he likes big dicked, daddy bear types.
Last night he sent me a message on MH; I'd just spent an afternoon in bed with my Indian friend and had cum two times with him (after rubbing out one when I woke up.) My cock was "tender" and I was still brewing more cum, so knew it was unlikely I'd be able to shoot a load. But, cumming is the icing on the cake and I knew I wanted to get naked with this beefcake again. While I'd just returned from dinner, and it was late and I needed to get up at a decent hour (actually I was thinking of getting up really early to find a last hotel fuck in the morning) I knew this was going to be worth it, despite knowing that I'd get to bed super late.
I responded to him and got an instant response. He was at work and wanted to come over. He said it would be a couple of hours; in the meantime he sent me a text about every 17 minutes telling me his cock was hard thinking about me and he couldn't wait to get over. I stripped, got into bed, and napped (albeit, awakened every 17 minutes by his frenzied texts.)
Finally a text arrived saying he was parking and to get naked (had already done that); I heard a soft knock in the door and in he walked. Okay, he was even butcher and hotter than last time I saw him. He has shaved his head and has a dense full beard. His blue eyes were gleaming with incredible lust. I pulled him to me and he pushed his tongue in my mouth and pulled my robe open and grasped my cock. Immediately he fell to his knees and started to suck my cock; I wrapped my hands around his bald head, and it was hot feeling it bob back and forth on me getting me wet. He then stood to make out some more; I groped him and with one hand he pulled his pants open while stroking my cock.
He needed to shower, and then joined me in bed. He wanted to make out and as we ground our hard cocks against each other he told me that he was glad I didn't live closer as it would be real trouble for him. He bent down and gave me serious head and then I was soon on his cock as well (I got it down about 3/4 of the way as it was fully engorged). I licked down and sucked his balls and massaged his hole with one finger while squeezing his nipples. Then I made him roll over.
His ass was ambrosia: his balls, cock, and ass were really musky despite the shower. Incredible manscent; I was in heaven as this defines mansex: fully appreciating a hot man: his muscles, his scent, his cock, his balls, his tight ass and us grunting with satisfaction and just wanting to fuck and suck as only men can, taking our pleasure from each other. My beard was saturated with his scent (after he left I refused to shower, and I am jumping in to clean up in a moment and regretting that I'll end up washing him out.)
I lined up my cock head against his hole and while I'd had my tongue deep in him for a long time, he was tight. He wanted it but I was forcing it and he wasn't enjoying it, so I grabbed the lube. Suddenly it slid all the way in.
We kept at it for a long time, a very long time. A long standing agreement has been for me not to cum in him, but two hook ups ago he wanted my load, but it being a similar late night following an earlier hook up I couldn't deliver. Last night he asked me a couple of times if I was ready to cum, and I mentioned I was holding back so as not to cum in him. He responded "oh yeah; guess you shouldn't". I guess I could have done it without him minding before then, but at that point I'd reestablished the boundary. And, I knew I wouldn't be able to shoot one outside of him. When I started fucking him my depleted balls were ready to shoot what they could, but after the ongoing fucking my cockhead was getting desensitized as well as sore.
While fucking him he grunted he was going to cum; I had told him to hold off because after the bottom cums you usually can't fuck him any more; he responded that that sounded like a challenge. After he spurted, I pulled out and sucked his cock into my mouth; now that it had softened a little I was actually able to throat it. He was ecstatic, and my beard was saturated with his load: it smelled great: sweat, musk, cum --mansex. But he wanted me back in him and we made out and fucked for a long time afterwards, and he admitted it was different to get fucked after cumming and, finally, that he was actually getting sore. He was "sorely" disappointed that he didn't get to see me cum.
Well if was late; it wasn't quite two hours, but damn close. He pulled on his clothes, we made out at the door, and he reluctantly left. I ended up getting a short night's sleep but am now hard as hell and ready to shoot that load that wouldn't cum when he was anxious to see, and I stink of his sweat, and musk. I hope like hell that his schedule and mine will intersect again when I next visit. He is right though; it would be a bad thing if I lived here as it would get totally out of control. He's definitely my wet dream cum true.
When I lived here we were regular fuck buddies. He's married, but hosted (initally with the weird stipulation that I not look at pictures in the hallway of he and his wife, and entering their bedroom finding the photographs frames down, and him spraying air freshener in the room while I was getting dressed.) We began condoms only, and then late in our fuckbuddydom went bare, with the agreement I wouldn't cum in him. He used to live fairly close to my house, and then in the last 18 months I lived here he moved to a location ironically closer to my house, but also close to his relatives who were prone for dropping by-- so he couldn't host.
I kept him tagged as a Manhunt buddy and after I moved, and started to return to the area for business and I could host in a hotel, we resumed our hook ups. He works in town and works late (hospitality industry) and some of my trips haven't worked for him, or for me. However, we have connected several times in the last couple of years and each time has been intense.
He has a body you could bounce a quarter off; last winter when I came here he emerged from the shower and lying in bed I was stunned by his silouette as he stood sideways: male jock model material. A nice fan of hair covers his body: not too much, but enough to define his muscles and to make him especially hot. He has a big thick (but not attractive) cock, that is hard to get down your throat when it is hard. And, he has a hard, hairy, muscular bubble butt that he loves to have fucked. Fortunately for me he likes big dicked, daddy bear types.
Last night he sent me a message on MH; I'd just spent an afternoon in bed with my Indian friend and had cum two times with him (after rubbing out one when I woke up.) My cock was "tender" and I was still brewing more cum, so knew it was unlikely I'd be able to shoot a load. But, cumming is the icing on the cake and I knew I wanted to get naked with this beefcake again. While I'd just returned from dinner, and it was late and I needed to get up at a decent hour (actually I was thinking of getting up really early to find a last hotel fuck in the morning) I knew this was going to be worth it, despite knowing that I'd get to bed super late.
I responded to him and got an instant response. He was at work and wanted to come over. He said it would be a couple of hours; in the meantime he sent me a text about every 17 minutes telling me his cock was hard thinking about me and he couldn't wait to get over. I stripped, got into bed, and napped (albeit, awakened every 17 minutes by his frenzied texts.)
Finally a text arrived saying he was parking and to get naked (had already done that); I heard a soft knock in the door and in he walked. Okay, he was even butcher and hotter than last time I saw him. He has shaved his head and has a dense full beard. His blue eyes were gleaming with incredible lust. I pulled him to me and he pushed his tongue in my mouth and pulled my robe open and grasped my cock. Immediately he fell to his knees and started to suck my cock; I wrapped my hands around his bald head, and it was hot feeling it bob back and forth on me getting me wet. He then stood to make out some more; I groped him and with one hand he pulled his pants open while stroking my cock.
He needed to shower, and then joined me in bed. He wanted to make out and as we ground our hard cocks against each other he told me that he was glad I didn't live closer as it would be real trouble for him. He bent down and gave me serious head and then I was soon on his cock as well (I got it down about 3/4 of the way as it was fully engorged). I licked down and sucked his balls and massaged his hole with one finger while squeezing his nipples. Then I made him roll over.
His ass was ambrosia: his balls, cock, and ass were really musky despite the shower. Incredible manscent; I was in heaven as this defines mansex: fully appreciating a hot man: his muscles, his scent, his cock, his balls, his tight ass and us grunting with satisfaction and just wanting to fuck and suck as only men can, taking our pleasure from each other. My beard was saturated with his scent (after he left I refused to shower, and I am jumping in to clean up in a moment and regretting that I'll end up washing him out.)
I lined up my cock head against his hole and while I'd had my tongue deep in him for a long time, he was tight. He wanted it but I was forcing it and he wasn't enjoying it, so I grabbed the lube. Suddenly it slid all the way in.
We kept at it for a long time, a very long time. A long standing agreement has been for me not to cum in him, but two hook ups ago he wanted my load, but it being a similar late night following an earlier hook up I couldn't deliver. Last night he asked me a couple of times if I was ready to cum, and I mentioned I was holding back so as not to cum in him. He responded "oh yeah; guess you shouldn't". I guess I could have done it without him minding before then, but at that point I'd reestablished the boundary. And, I knew I wouldn't be able to shoot one outside of him. When I started fucking him my depleted balls were ready to shoot what they could, but after the ongoing fucking my cockhead was getting desensitized as well as sore.
While fucking him he grunted he was going to cum; I had told him to hold off because after the bottom cums you usually can't fuck him any more; he responded that that sounded like a challenge. After he spurted, I pulled out and sucked his cock into my mouth; now that it had softened a little I was actually able to throat it. He was ecstatic, and my beard was saturated with his load: it smelled great: sweat, musk, cum --mansex. But he wanted me back in him and we made out and fucked for a long time afterwards, and he admitted it was different to get fucked after cumming and, finally, that he was actually getting sore. He was "sorely" disappointed that he didn't get to see me cum.
Well if was late; it wasn't quite two hours, but damn close. He pulled on his clothes, we made out at the door, and he reluctantly left. I ended up getting a short night's sleep but am now hard as hell and ready to shoot that load that wouldn't cum when he was anxious to see, and I stink of his sweat, and musk. I hope like hell that his schedule and mine will intersect again when I next visit. He is right though; it would be a bad thing if I lived here as it would get totally out of control. He's definitely my wet dream cum true.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
The Bare RN
Last night I got in late from being out to dinner with friends and had a message from a former hook up on MH. I was cool about the overture: last year I was here on business and invited this guy over; he's an RN and in his late 20s. A bit nelly: nice bear cub body (thick, dense and l o n g pit hair) and a nice dense covering of hair across his torso, but a high pitched voice and a tad queeny. Apparently has been athletic as he has broad developed shoulders, and while bearish it's solid. A disappointingly small cock (short/narrow: about 5"). None of those are necessarily disqualifications --either separately or in combination. However, he was a bit of an asshole the last time we connected.
He came over, we got to making out, and some oral, and he prematurely spewed a huge load all over himself and was mortified. I was cool with it, but the typical bottom thing went into play: once the bottom cums the game is over (it is rare that a bottom can keep getting fucked after he cums, and when you find one throw a net over his head, as he's a definite keeper.) He was in a hurry to dress and bolt, but left indicating he wanted to come back over during the remainder of my stay -- and then he ignored my messages on MH, which fried me as if anything I should have been put out.
Well, I have noticed during the last couple of trips here he's checked out my profile. I imagined he was one of those who forgets hook ups, even where he's been an asshole. He's sent me a couple of "hi" messages in recent trips to which I have responded monosyllabically.
So yesterday, he was more persistent. I got several messages from him sharing how horny he was, how nice my cock looks, etc. I wrote back and reminded him we'd connected before and noted I thought he'd forgotten. He responded that he remembered me as a really nice guy (nice that I didn't say fuck off would be more like it.) However, he mentioned he really needed a good fucking. Last night I was thinking with my dick at that point: it was late though, and I needed to get a good night's sleep. He asked if I had condoms and lube, which made me think of two nights ago and I didn't want a condom encore. But then in a subsequent message he indicated we could enjoy my rubbing my bare cock against his asshole. Well, I was doing the math and figured this guy wanted it natural; it was worth the effort. He wanted to jump in the car then, but I asked if he was cleaned out and I responded that it would require 30 minutes for him to get clean (I didn't want a repeat of the brown experience earlier this week.) This guy said he could be clean in 10; I told him I'd prefer that he took his time as I like to be clean and to rim the guy. Anyway, he douched twice and was en route.
It was late and I decided to nap, but 20 minutes later I was awakened by a knock on the door. He was soon naked (sandals and traveling commando). I'd forgotten (or never experienced) him as a passionate kisser and he kept stroking his cock, making me swat his hand away to warn him "don't cum". He assured me he wouldn't.
I gave him a serious rimming (he was squeaky clean) and I positioned my head against his hole and started to press against it and to pull back, slightly slipping in; when I was about two inches in I knew he wanted it all that way; he whispered "use some lube". I did and it was soon way up in him.
We fucked a long time; I wish I could say it was great: it wasn't, but it was okay. He thrashed and just when I got a good rhythm going he'd move to the right or left or try to move onto his stomach. We established that I was neg and recently tested, but after agreeing not to cum in him, he kept asking me if I was neg (tedious/buzz kill). He was also really loud, and it was after midnight and I didn't want to have hotel security call (at a certain point being loud is a form of theater in my opinion. Grunting, sighing, moaning are all understandable, but the decible level can be controlled.) He really wanted me to cum, but in his mouth. Why do guys think other guys can cum on demand? Anyway, it required alot of stroking and making out (which he did well) and finally I shot; he was on my cock sucking it and I had to push him off (guess what! another guy's cock gets sensitive after orgasm!) A plus was that he bent to kiss me after taking my load, and some of it glistened on his cheek.
I got him to start stroking, and he did spew quite the volume of spooge, requiring serious mop up (I had cum, which killed my incentive to take it in my mouth, besides the fact that he really wasn't floating my boat.) After shooting he asked if he could doze for 10 minutes, but after he initially fell asleep I woke him; I was damned and determined that this wasn't going to be an overnight. He had murmurred several times while I was fucking him that he's like to come back again before I leave; hmmm. I'd say that his failure to lower his voice, when standing in hallway outside my room at 12:45 kind of sealed it (like did it occur to him that people might be asleep in the adjacent rooms? How do you say clueless?) It was kind of him to come over, and I am flattered by his trust, but I think once (well, I guess this would qualify as one and a half times...sorta) was enough.
He came over, we got to making out, and some oral, and he prematurely spewed a huge load all over himself and was mortified. I was cool with it, but the typical bottom thing went into play: once the bottom cums the game is over (it is rare that a bottom can keep getting fucked after he cums, and when you find one throw a net over his head, as he's a definite keeper.) He was in a hurry to dress and bolt, but left indicating he wanted to come back over during the remainder of my stay -- and then he ignored my messages on MH, which fried me as if anything I should have been put out.
Well, I have noticed during the last couple of trips here he's checked out my profile. I imagined he was one of those who forgets hook ups, even where he's been an asshole. He's sent me a couple of "hi" messages in recent trips to which I have responded monosyllabically.
So yesterday, he was more persistent. I got several messages from him sharing how horny he was, how nice my cock looks, etc. I wrote back and reminded him we'd connected before and noted I thought he'd forgotten. He responded that he remembered me as a really nice guy (nice that I didn't say fuck off would be more like it.) However, he mentioned he really needed a good fucking. Last night I was thinking with my dick at that point: it was late though, and I needed to get a good night's sleep. He asked if I had condoms and lube, which made me think of two nights ago and I didn't want a condom encore. But then in a subsequent message he indicated we could enjoy my rubbing my bare cock against his asshole. Well, I was doing the math and figured this guy wanted it natural; it was worth the effort. He wanted to jump in the car then, but I asked if he was cleaned out and I responded that it would require 30 minutes for him to get clean (I didn't want a repeat of the brown experience earlier this week.) This guy said he could be clean in 10; I told him I'd prefer that he took his time as I like to be clean and to rim the guy. Anyway, he douched twice and was en route.
It was late and I decided to nap, but 20 minutes later I was awakened by a knock on the door. He was soon naked (sandals and traveling commando). I'd forgotten (or never experienced) him as a passionate kisser and he kept stroking his cock, making me swat his hand away to warn him "don't cum". He assured me he wouldn't.
I gave him a serious rimming (he was squeaky clean) and I positioned my head against his hole and started to press against it and to pull back, slightly slipping in; when I was about two inches in I knew he wanted it all that way; he whispered "use some lube". I did and it was soon way up in him.
We fucked a long time; I wish I could say it was great: it wasn't, but it was okay. He thrashed and just when I got a good rhythm going he'd move to the right or left or try to move onto his stomach. We established that I was neg and recently tested, but after agreeing not to cum in him, he kept asking me if I was neg (tedious/buzz kill). He was also really loud, and it was after midnight and I didn't want to have hotel security call (at a certain point being loud is a form of theater in my opinion. Grunting, sighing, moaning are all understandable, but the decible level can be controlled.) He really wanted me to cum, but in his mouth. Why do guys think other guys can cum on demand? Anyway, it required alot of stroking and making out (which he did well) and finally I shot; he was on my cock sucking it and I had to push him off (guess what! another guy's cock gets sensitive after orgasm!) A plus was that he bent to kiss me after taking my load, and some of it glistened on his cheek.
I got him to start stroking, and he did spew quite the volume of spooge, requiring serious mop up (I had cum, which killed my incentive to take it in my mouth, besides the fact that he really wasn't floating my boat.) After shooting he asked if he could doze for 10 minutes, but after he initially fell asleep I woke him; I was damned and determined that this wasn't going to be an overnight. He had murmurred several times while I was fucking him that he's like to come back again before I leave; hmmm. I'd say that his failure to lower his voice, when standing in hallway outside my room at 12:45 kind of sealed it (like did it occur to him that people might be asleep in the adjacent rooms? How do you say clueless?) It was kind of him to come over, and I am flattered by his trust, but I think once (well, I guess this would qualify as one and a half times...sorta) was enough.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Gloving Up
The other night it was mid-evening and I needed to get up early. I was horny as hell and didn't want to waste another night in a hotel room being celibate, so I invited over a Latino bear I'd been in contact with the other night. He was pretty emphatic about "safe only" and wanting to know if I had condoms and lube. So I went into it with the expectation that I'd need to wrap up.
When he arrived he was chubby and mostly smooth, but with wiry hair on his legs and ass. He'd just gotten out of the shower, but he had a nice musky balls and ass. His cock has an amazing foreskin (seemed like 2") but is on the small side. Of course, like most smaller men (in my experience) he dripped a river of precum, which I love.
Hope springs eternal, however, and I employed every trick in the book to try to make him want me to slide into him unwrapped. Actually after very very very patiently making out with him (sucking his nipples, eating his pits, and licking the inside of his ears had him reduced to jello) and after a long, relentless rim job I had him soaking and was massaging his pucker with my cock head. If I was an asshole I'd have just slipped it in and then dealt with the reaction, but I wanted him to want it and to give me the green light to go there. He wanted it alright, but I held back enough to make sure it was his choice. He asked for a condom, and so I said let's keep doing everything precondom for awhile. When I had him back on his stomach and was against his hole he grabbed the condom and I complied with his wishes.
Perhaps it was the amount of action I got early in the week with the James Taylor look alike and the Indian, perhaps it was that I failed to put lube in the condom, but rather than just being a blah, dull feeling, wearing a condom actually was abrasive. He was loving it when I went in and I tried to build up a good feeling, but I couldn't get past a slight stinging. I finally pulled out and asked for the two of us to stroke off. He was close and, again like other short guys in my experience, shot a geyser of cum. It was hot. However, I wasn't in the mood any more and can't summon a load on demand. I told him I was okay and invited him to clean up and leave as we both had to get up early.
I am wondering (and a tad concerned) that I might now be ruined for getting off with condoms, or even enjoying them. For many years that was all I did, and I had no issue spewing my load into one. Now, however, after mostly fucking bare for years it's super difficult to stay hard in one, much less to work up a load and to shoot into one. I guess I'll have to let a load build up for several days and, when it's making my eyeballs bulge, then see whether it will spurt out inside a condom. I actually hope I can go back there as alot of the time I'd like to make it with guys who only play safe, or I'd like to play safe until I can build up a trust relationship with the guy in encore sessions. However, nothing beats skin to skin (pardon the pun.)
When he arrived he was chubby and mostly smooth, but with wiry hair on his legs and ass. He'd just gotten out of the shower, but he had a nice musky balls and ass. His cock has an amazing foreskin (seemed like 2") but is on the small side. Of course, like most smaller men (in my experience) he dripped a river of precum, which I love.
Hope springs eternal, however, and I employed every trick in the book to try to make him want me to slide into him unwrapped. Actually after very very very patiently making out with him (sucking his nipples, eating his pits, and licking the inside of his ears had him reduced to jello) and after a long, relentless rim job I had him soaking and was massaging his pucker with my cock head. If I was an asshole I'd have just slipped it in and then dealt with the reaction, but I wanted him to want it and to give me the green light to go there. He wanted it alright, but I held back enough to make sure it was his choice. He asked for a condom, and so I said let's keep doing everything precondom for awhile. When I had him back on his stomach and was against his hole he grabbed the condom and I complied with his wishes.
Perhaps it was the amount of action I got early in the week with the James Taylor look alike and the Indian, perhaps it was that I failed to put lube in the condom, but rather than just being a blah, dull feeling, wearing a condom actually was abrasive. He was loving it when I went in and I tried to build up a good feeling, but I couldn't get past a slight stinging. I finally pulled out and asked for the two of us to stroke off. He was close and, again like other short guys in my experience, shot a geyser of cum. It was hot. However, I wasn't in the mood any more and can't summon a load on demand. I told him I was okay and invited him to clean up and leave as we both had to get up early.
I am wondering (and a tad concerned) that I might now be ruined for getting off with condoms, or even enjoying them. For many years that was all I did, and I had no issue spewing my load into one. Now, however, after mostly fucking bare for years it's super difficult to stay hard in one, much less to work up a load and to shoot into one. I guess I'll have to let a load build up for several days and, when it's making my eyeballs bulge, then see whether it will spurt out inside a condom. I actually hope I can go back there as alot of the time I'd like to make it with guys who only play safe, or I'd like to play safe until I can build up a trust relationship with the guy in encore sessions. However, nothing beats skin to skin (pardon the pun.)
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Tall, Lean,and Sinewy
Well, today I connected with a4a with an ongoing fb I haven't seen in six months and broke my run of short guys. This fellow is 6' 3" and 185 lb. Taut, lean, toned, muscular calves and thighs, clean shaven. He's 50 and looks like James Taylor's twin (he was less than thrilled when I shared that once; I didn't think it was an unfavorable comparison...)
He lists himself as a top/I've only known him as a bottom. He's partnered and I think I allow him to experience his bottom side. He has a decent sized cock, though at 6" it looks puny on a guy his height. It's also on the narrow side, but most guys would be quite proud of it and I am sure that bottoms thoroughly enjoy it. However, he wants a big cock when he strays from the reservation (he's partnered with another guy) and I guess mine scratches that itch for him.
We've connected several times the past two years during my business trips. The sex is good, but having my cock in him is secondary (and surprisingly bare/we have never discussed condoms, though he lists safe sex only in his profile, but then so do most guys). He's incredibly passionate, and when we get together the first 15 to 20 minutes is just making out and hugging. His is a body you like to explore: nice fan of chest hair across the top of his chest, baby down hair on his back, and wiry hair on his thighs and calves/dense hair in his pits. Nice nipples, but they aren't wired. Anyway, entwining your limbs with this hunk and making out with him, feeling his hard cock grinding against you while you grind against him is banquet enough. And, he's focused on working his tongue into my mouth when he isn't sucking mine into his. But then, he's a great bottom as well.
He arrived grinning like a young boy and jumped in the shower; he looked shy when he came out and jumped under the covers.
Today I took it slow; it might have been better sex if I'd run the show, but I wanted to see where he took it. After I ate his ass for a long time I pulled him on top of me and he sat up and positioned my cock against his hole and lowered himself. He isn't vocal; you get a sense of his pleasure or initial discomfort from changes in his breathing. He dismounted, grabbed the lube, and slicked up my cock and his ass and slid down part way. He ended up repeating this operation several times till he bottomed out and I was deep inside him. He kept still for a long time growing accustomed to it, and then focused on using his muscles to grasp my cock while he slightly moved. Eventually I got him to pull up a bit so that I could thrust up and pull down. However, most of our time was spent with him straddling me and bending down to kiss me. This isn't my favorite position, but I was getting off on seeing him pleasure himself with my cock.
Eventually I wanted to change positions and got him on his stomach and on his sides. We were really enjoying it when he wanted to get on his back. I reentered him and it felt great; after I started to call the shots my cock was loving it and I was continually close to shooting. However, he wanted to get some more lube and then we discovered that I'd finally stirred him up and we both needed to jump up and clean (read: buzz kill.) We returned to the bed and I eventually got hard again and he wanted to sit on it. He wanted to move around more, but I had a feeling it was going to continually come out dirty, so I encouraged him to get off (note: committed guys who usually top do not clean out well at home, perhaps because they don't know how or because they don't want to arouse the suspicion of the partner who is typically the bottom.) Anyway, I encouraged him to jerk off while fucking himself with my cock: he produced an amazing load (and when he eased off, as I imagined, it required my running into the bathroom to clean off my cock again.)
He was anxious to see me cum, but it took forever after the various cleaning episodes (getting dirty kind of leaves me indifferent to cumming...the moment passes.) However, he stroked my balls and passionately made out with me coaxing my load to emerge. It both provided closure and pleasure for him. He immediately zonked out and for about 15 minutes his head rested on my chest while he enjoyed a cat nap. It was amazing how heavy his head was, but it was sweet and mostly comfortable (he was holding my balls while sleeping) and I didn't wake him up. Eventually he suddenly awoke and was initially awkward about it: well it was no problem for me.
Soon he was in in the shower, and then changed into his gym gear: his alibi was set as he was heading to the gym, would reshower there, and his routine would remain unbroken. Works for me.
Hopefully I'll see him again. I chose to connect with him and blew off last night's flake. Better a bird in hand...
He lists himself as a top/I've only known him as a bottom. He's partnered and I think I allow him to experience his bottom side. He has a decent sized cock, though at 6" it looks puny on a guy his height. It's also on the narrow side, but most guys would be quite proud of it and I am sure that bottoms thoroughly enjoy it. However, he wants a big cock when he strays from the reservation (he's partnered with another guy) and I guess mine scratches that itch for him.
We've connected several times the past two years during my business trips. The sex is good, but having my cock in him is secondary (and surprisingly bare/we have never discussed condoms, though he lists safe sex only in his profile, but then so do most guys). He's incredibly passionate, and when we get together the first 15 to 20 minutes is just making out and hugging. His is a body you like to explore: nice fan of chest hair across the top of his chest, baby down hair on his back, and wiry hair on his thighs and calves/dense hair in his pits. Nice nipples, but they aren't wired. Anyway, entwining your limbs with this hunk and making out with him, feeling his hard cock grinding against you while you grind against him is banquet enough. And, he's focused on working his tongue into my mouth when he isn't sucking mine into his. But then, he's a great bottom as well.
He arrived grinning like a young boy and jumped in the shower; he looked shy when he came out and jumped under the covers.
Today I took it slow; it might have been better sex if I'd run the show, but I wanted to see where he took it. After I ate his ass for a long time I pulled him on top of me and he sat up and positioned my cock against his hole and lowered himself. He isn't vocal; you get a sense of his pleasure or initial discomfort from changes in his breathing. He dismounted, grabbed the lube, and slicked up my cock and his ass and slid down part way. He ended up repeating this operation several times till he bottomed out and I was deep inside him. He kept still for a long time growing accustomed to it, and then focused on using his muscles to grasp my cock while he slightly moved. Eventually I got him to pull up a bit so that I could thrust up and pull down. However, most of our time was spent with him straddling me and bending down to kiss me. This isn't my favorite position, but I was getting off on seeing him pleasure himself with my cock.
Eventually I wanted to change positions and got him on his stomach and on his sides. We were really enjoying it when he wanted to get on his back. I reentered him and it felt great; after I started to call the shots my cock was loving it and I was continually close to shooting. However, he wanted to get some more lube and then we discovered that I'd finally stirred him up and we both needed to jump up and clean (read: buzz kill.) We returned to the bed and I eventually got hard again and he wanted to sit on it. He wanted to move around more, but I had a feeling it was going to continually come out dirty, so I encouraged him to get off (note: committed guys who usually top do not clean out well at home, perhaps because they don't know how or because they don't want to arouse the suspicion of the partner who is typically the bottom.) Anyway, I encouraged him to jerk off while fucking himself with my cock: he produced an amazing load (and when he eased off, as I imagined, it required my running into the bathroom to clean off my cock again.)
He was anxious to see me cum, but it took forever after the various cleaning episodes (getting dirty kind of leaves me indifferent to cumming...the moment passes.) However, he stroked my balls and passionately made out with me coaxing my load to emerge. It both provided closure and pleasure for him. He immediately zonked out and for about 15 minutes his head rested on my chest while he enjoyed a cat nap. It was amazing how heavy his head was, but it was sweet and mostly comfortable (he was holding my balls while sleeping) and I didn't wake him up. Eventually he suddenly awoke and was initially awkward about it: well it was no problem for me.
Soon he was in in the shower, and then changed into his gym gear: his alibi was set as he was heading to the gym, would reshower there, and his routine would remain unbroken. Works for me.
Hopefully I'll see him again. I chose to connect with him and blew off last night's flake. Better a bird in hand...
Monday, October 8, 2012
"The" Test
So, today I went in for my six month std/hiv panel. I am pretty regular about this, but I always feel a rushing of my pulse and other symptoms of severe anxiety when I go for the tests.
Since I don't want my doctor in my business (much less the judgmental attitude) I go to a public clinic. Frankly I have more confidence in the std clinic as they are dealing with every conceivable itieration of infection, and they are more tolerant/open minded.
While I am tame used to the typical clientele (and, some are quite exotic, almost like gazelles or peacocks: one with pierced cheeks, as well as lips, with Bozo the clown red hair and orange sneakers, was doing his utmost to be noticed, while feigning being put out that anyone would be checking him out. Another broad shouldered skinny dude, with gold high tops, had his jeans so low that they not only were showing off the happy trail but the pubes proper/underneath his massive Rolling Stones tongue belt buckle.) Most others give ferret like glances to each other, as we all hope we won't see anyone who we know outside this situation. It's outing yourself in so many ways. The staff enjoy dealing with me but are clearly puzzled by this showered, carefully groomed guy in a jacket and tie, who brings a book to read, and who responds with multisyllabic words and polite conversaton, liberally sprinkled with please and thank you responses at the customary times as in civil conversation.
However, despite my being seemingly milk toast here, I tone it down when I fill out the on-line survey. I remembered a recent blog entry by Rawtop where he indicated some verbal ping pong with a clinician about his having had ~30 recent new partners. Wanting to avoid such superfluous discussion I indicated I'd had three partners in the last six months. Still, indicating that I "sometimes wear condoms" caused the computer program to freak out and I got a multitude of messages advising me I needed to be tested every three months and asking if I wanted regular mail, email, or text messages (none thank you...) I was bracing myself for some new, Taliban like cross examination. However, it was pretty mellow.
The clinicians I dealt with today were mellow and cool; they were also both guys. I prefer dealing with guys (the second one was actually pretty hot, and I was sneaking glances at his junk: I know, sick, as I was there being tested.) No lectures, no mock horror, no unsolicited or unwanted advice. (The women tend to lay on the "you know we worry about men not wearing condoms and really encourage you to do so." "Do you have someone to talk with if the results aren't favorable? How do you expect to respond if you get a positive result? Do you inquire about your partners' status? Do you advise them of yours?) Actually the two guys today both noted that I only top and were relaxed about the likelihood of bad news despite my condomless frolics (had I been truly upfront, however, the tone probably would have changed). Frankly I think they were relieved to deal with someone so (seemingly) tame.
Lately I have been peeing a tremendous amount (possibly due to drinking copious amounts of water, and not drinking any alcohol the last six weeks) but after reading a sobering article in the New Yorker on the new strain of resistent gonorrea I decided I didn't want to get the results a week from now when I am back home and then to find another clinic to get some antibiotics. So, I told another white lie and said a partner had tested positive for chlamydia. The physician's assistant offered to check my cock out when I said I hadn't had any discharges, but advised me he was going to treat me anyway, so I decided to pass (no thrill in having a married physician's assistant check out my cock with elastic gloved hands.) I found four azithromycin pills in my hand and was handed a cup of water. It's been a year since I was on antibiotics, so I figured if there was nothing to worry about it might kill some more benign, but possibly vexing, unwelcome foreign travelers in my system.
Since I like immediate gratification to assuage any uncertainty I asked for a rapid test. Different worker (different title, different payroll) administered that. They tell you that it requires 20 minutes. However, after swishing my blood and 10 minutes of small talk he pointed out the meter and said "see that? It says negative/its going to stay that way. If it was positive it would have indicated that after three to five minutes. No point in keeping you here." However, wrapping up the paperwork, and collecting my stuff, it was another five minutes. He gave it a cursory second glance and said "we're done, you're free to go."
An interesting afternoon: I went to check out and the cashier said today it was just voluntary: normally it's at least $100. So, I gave him $40/it would have been unconscionable to give any less.
Actually I am pretty relieved; I have had some nagging uncertainty floating in my head from the guy I fucked in one of the Frightening Friday blog entries; his squirrelness had me mistrusting anything he said and he was too eager to get fucked bare and bred. And, you never know whether those who say they are neg actually are, or when the hell they last got tested (well, I ask, but while folks tend to be honest 85% of the time there are some who lie or conveniently represent things...after all, a hard dick has no conscience.)
Of course, now I am as horny as hell and want some ass. Thought I had something lined up, but he flaked (he's too tired, has to get up early tomorrow. Boo hoo! Then why the fuck did you lean on me to keep tonight open for you dickhead?) However, I, too need to hit the sack soon, and Monday nights do then to be when horny boys keep their asses home. Damn the luck/but entirely understandable. Frankly, no one could lure me out on a Monday night unless I was on vacation. I am only interested because I am in a hotel. (Btw, in all honesty I am probably going to give tonight's appointment another shot tomorrow, not that I am going to hold out for him exclusively.)
Since I don't want my doctor in my business (much less the judgmental attitude) I go to a public clinic. Frankly I have more confidence in the std clinic as they are dealing with every conceivable itieration of infection, and they are more tolerant/open minded.
While I am tame used to the typical clientele (and, some are quite exotic, almost like gazelles or peacocks: one with pierced cheeks, as well as lips, with Bozo the clown red hair and orange sneakers, was doing his utmost to be noticed, while feigning being put out that anyone would be checking him out. Another broad shouldered skinny dude, with gold high tops, had his jeans so low that they not only were showing off the happy trail but the pubes proper/underneath his massive Rolling Stones tongue belt buckle.) Most others give ferret like glances to each other, as we all hope we won't see anyone who we know outside this situation. It's outing yourself in so many ways. The staff enjoy dealing with me but are clearly puzzled by this showered, carefully groomed guy in a jacket and tie, who brings a book to read, and who responds with multisyllabic words and polite conversaton, liberally sprinkled with please and thank you responses at the customary times as in civil conversation.
However, despite my being seemingly milk toast here, I tone it down when I fill out the on-line survey. I remembered a recent blog entry by Rawtop where he indicated some verbal ping pong with a clinician about his having had ~30 recent new partners. Wanting to avoid such superfluous discussion I indicated I'd had three partners in the last six months. Still, indicating that I "sometimes wear condoms" caused the computer program to freak out and I got a multitude of messages advising me I needed to be tested every three months and asking if I wanted regular mail, email, or text messages (none thank you...) I was bracing myself for some new, Taliban like cross examination. However, it was pretty mellow.
The clinicians I dealt with today were mellow and cool; they were also both guys. I prefer dealing with guys (the second one was actually pretty hot, and I was sneaking glances at his junk: I know, sick, as I was there being tested.) No lectures, no mock horror, no unsolicited or unwanted advice. (The women tend to lay on the "you know we worry about men not wearing condoms and really encourage you to do so." "Do you have someone to talk with if the results aren't favorable? How do you expect to respond if you get a positive result? Do you inquire about your partners' status? Do you advise them of yours?) Actually the two guys today both noted that I only top and were relaxed about the likelihood of bad news despite my condomless frolics (had I been truly upfront, however, the tone probably would have changed). Frankly I think they were relieved to deal with someone so (seemingly) tame.
Lately I have been peeing a tremendous amount (possibly due to drinking copious amounts of water, and not drinking any alcohol the last six weeks) but after reading a sobering article in the New Yorker on the new strain of resistent gonorrea I decided I didn't want to get the results a week from now when I am back home and then to find another clinic to get some antibiotics. So, I told another white lie and said a partner had tested positive for chlamydia. The physician's assistant offered to check my cock out when I said I hadn't had any discharges, but advised me he was going to treat me anyway, so I decided to pass (no thrill in having a married physician's assistant check out my cock with elastic gloved hands.) I found four azithromycin pills in my hand and was handed a cup of water. It's been a year since I was on antibiotics, so I figured if there was nothing to worry about it might kill some more benign, but possibly vexing, unwelcome foreign travelers in my system.
Since I like immediate gratification to assuage any uncertainty I asked for a rapid test. Different worker (different title, different payroll) administered that. They tell you that it requires 20 minutes. However, after swishing my blood and 10 minutes of small talk he pointed out the meter and said "see that? It says negative/its going to stay that way. If it was positive it would have indicated that after three to five minutes. No point in keeping you here." However, wrapping up the paperwork, and collecting my stuff, it was another five minutes. He gave it a cursory second glance and said "we're done, you're free to go."
An interesting afternoon: I went to check out and the cashier said today it was just voluntary: normally it's at least $100. So, I gave him $40/it would have been unconscionable to give any less.
Actually I am pretty relieved; I have had some nagging uncertainty floating in my head from the guy I fucked in one of the Frightening Friday blog entries; his squirrelness had me mistrusting anything he said and he was too eager to get fucked bare and bred. And, you never know whether those who say they are neg actually are, or when the hell they last got tested (well, I ask, but while folks tend to be honest 85% of the time there are some who lie or conveniently represent things...after all, a hard dick has no conscience.)
Of course, now I am as horny as hell and want some ass. Thought I had something lined up, but he flaked (he's too tired, has to get up early tomorrow. Boo hoo! Then why the fuck did you lean on me to keep tonight open for you dickhead?) However, I, too need to hit the sack soon, and Monday nights do then to be when horny boys keep their asses home. Damn the luck/but entirely understandable. Frankly, no one could lure me out on a Monday night unless I was on vacation. I am only interested because I am in a hotel. (Btw, in all honesty I am probably going to give tonight's appointment another shot tomorrow, not that I am going to hold out for him exclusively.)
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Stay Inside Me
Traveling again and back in my old stomping grounds I looked up my Indian friend. As luck would have it I was able to reach him today shortly after I got settled in my hotel. It's a Sunday, so we both had some flexibility in our schedules.
He arrived early and was his usual not especially communicative initial self --ran to the bathroom, came out, and started to peel off some clothes in an awkward fashion. However, he pulled me to him and we started to kiss and grabbed my cock: I was instantly hard and felt his straining against his shorts. As we made out I worked my hand inside the back of his shorts and worked my finger down his crack. He soon pulled them off and then dashed across the room and pulled the covers back and dove into bed, pulling the sheets and blankets over him. I knew what he wanted to do.
I seem to be having a string of short guys, which is just fine as far as I'm concerned (frankly I like them best for a multitude of reasons/provided they enjoy my cock tickling their tonsils as I push deep inside their asses.) This fellow is 5' 7"; probably has a 26" waist. Nice broad shoulders/tapered waist, and large mahogany nipples. His ass is about as cute as they come; two melons halves that are deep carmel; he's varying shades of carmel: some deeper/some lighter, all over, with a signficant, uncut, black cock.
Well I knew what he wanted because this guy is a cuddler and he is also passionate in a low key/slow to start way. Once he gets going, however, he can't get close enough to me.
It was clear tonight he wanted to be held --held for a long time. And that meant wrapping my arms around him and spooning stomach to his back, with my cock wedged between his thighs. I knew to take it slow: we had plenty of time and I caught his vibe. He wanted it mellow. I gave him all the time he needed and sucked on the back of his neck, rubbed my beard on his face and under his chin, and sucked on his back. After about 20 minutes he popped up, pulled the sheets back, and started to suck my cock. I pushed him on his stomach and ate his ass for awhile, then pushed him over to suck his cock. He'd been oozing copious amounts of precum and the bottom sheet was damp underneath him (no exaggeration) and I worked my finger under his hood as we made out and desperately wanted to lick it from the tap. However, I was cool, not wanting to break the spell; I knew I needed to take it s l o w. We cuddled for awhile longer, but he rolled on his stomach and said he wanted me deep inside him.
I decided I wanted to just use spit, and rimming him had gotten him really wet. I spit in my hand and applied more spit, and then gradually eased in. He was super tight, and it took a while, but he yielded and I got all the way in. He was loving it but there was alot of friction and I knew I could blow any minute. He pushed back and as I pulled slightly backwards he said "stay inside me". I didn't initially follow him, and he kept repeating it as I would start to fuck, then I found as I pulled back he vigorously shoved back against my cock. I got the message and buried myself deep in him, wrapped my arms around him, positioned so our feet were touching, and licked his ears and the back of his neck. This went on for a long time; I'd rub his chest and work his nipples and he'd sigh and say "I love having you deep in me...stay inside me. I'd like to keep you inside me all night."
Being patient paid off: he soon was encouraging me to fuck him and he loosened up and it felt moist enough. I can fuck for a long time, and once the initial couple of minutes sensation that I could spurt any second, the moment passes and then it takes forever for me to cum. This was such a night, and it was great but I sawed in and out of him for a long long time. Finally I felt it cum and he shoved back as hard as he could and clamped down on me and squeezed my cock with all his power. It felt great and I think he did get a decent load. Again, he said "stay inside me" and I laid with him and sucked his neck and grew more flaccid, but never quite left his ass. Eventually I got him on his side and playing with his cock and moving about I did pop out. He wanted it back in and pressing against his back as we made out I grew hard again.
He asked me if I had lube, and we started again. He told me he wanted me to cum in him again, but it was a classic case of eyes bigger than his ass. I got inside him and started a rhythm, but he realized he was sore: I pulled out, and three additional times he tried to take it (the boy wanted that load) but when he kept asking me "are you close?" I eased out saying "I won't cum fast and you'll just get sore".
I encouraged him to stroke off and it was quite the wet scene, though he said he'd cum this morning (full disclosure: I'd rubbed one out at 7 a.m. also.)
He's classic: once he cums and decompresses for a few minutes, he wants to get rolling. The passion is forgotten and the pragmatic kicks in/it's like a light switch. However, the whole time we were fucking he kept telling me how he wished I lived here, how he wishes he could see me more, how he wishes I was his (aw shucks.) But, on a more immediate note he asked "are you here till Friday?" and was thrilled when I said that was actually staying a bit longer. It will happen again this week, of that I am certain.
He arrived early and was his usual not especially communicative initial self --ran to the bathroom, came out, and started to peel off some clothes in an awkward fashion. However, he pulled me to him and we started to kiss and grabbed my cock: I was instantly hard and felt his straining against his shorts. As we made out I worked my hand inside the back of his shorts and worked my finger down his crack. He soon pulled them off and then dashed across the room and pulled the covers back and dove into bed, pulling the sheets and blankets over him. I knew what he wanted to do.
I seem to be having a string of short guys, which is just fine as far as I'm concerned (frankly I like them best for a multitude of reasons/provided they enjoy my cock tickling their tonsils as I push deep inside their asses.) This fellow is 5' 7"; probably has a 26" waist. Nice broad shoulders/tapered waist, and large mahogany nipples. His ass is about as cute as they come; two melons halves that are deep carmel; he's varying shades of carmel: some deeper/some lighter, all over, with a signficant, uncut, black cock.
Well I knew what he wanted because this guy is a cuddler and he is also passionate in a low key/slow to start way. Once he gets going, however, he can't get close enough to me.
It was clear tonight he wanted to be held --held for a long time. And that meant wrapping my arms around him and spooning stomach to his back, with my cock wedged between his thighs. I knew to take it slow: we had plenty of time and I caught his vibe. He wanted it mellow. I gave him all the time he needed and sucked on the back of his neck, rubbed my beard on his face and under his chin, and sucked on his back. After about 20 minutes he popped up, pulled the sheets back, and started to suck my cock. I pushed him on his stomach and ate his ass for awhile, then pushed him over to suck his cock. He'd been oozing copious amounts of precum and the bottom sheet was damp underneath him (no exaggeration) and I worked my finger under his hood as we made out and desperately wanted to lick it from the tap. However, I was cool, not wanting to break the spell; I knew I needed to take it s l o w. We cuddled for awhile longer, but he rolled on his stomach and said he wanted me deep inside him.
I decided I wanted to just use spit, and rimming him had gotten him really wet. I spit in my hand and applied more spit, and then gradually eased in. He was super tight, and it took a while, but he yielded and I got all the way in. He was loving it but there was alot of friction and I knew I could blow any minute. He pushed back and as I pulled slightly backwards he said "stay inside me". I didn't initially follow him, and he kept repeating it as I would start to fuck, then I found as I pulled back he vigorously shoved back against my cock. I got the message and buried myself deep in him, wrapped my arms around him, positioned so our feet were touching, and licked his ears and the back of his neck. This went on for a long time; I'd rub his chest and work his nipples and he'd sigh and say "I love having you deep in me...stay inside me. I'd like to keep you inside me all night."
Being patient paid off: he soon was encouraging me to fuck him and he loosened up and it felt moist enough. I can fuck for a long time, and once the initial couple of minutes sensation that I could spurt any second, the moment passes and then it takes forever for me to cum. This was such a night, and it was great but I sawed in and out of him for a long long time. Finally I felt it cum and he shoved back as hard as he could and clamped down on me and squeezed my cock with all his power. It felt great and I think he did get a decent load. Again, he said "stay inside me" and I laid with him and sucked his neck and grew more flaccid, but never quite left his ass. Eventually I got him on his side and playing with his cock and moving about I did pop out. He wanted it back in and pressing against his back as we made out I grew hard again.
He asked me if I had lube, and we started again. He told me he wanted me to cum in him again, but it was a classic case of eyes bigger than his ass. I got inside him and started a rhythm, but he realized he was sore: I pulled out, and three additional times he tried to take it (the boy wanted that load) but when he kept asking me "are you close?" I eased out saying "I won't cum fast and you'll just get sore".
I encouraged him to stroke off and it was quite the wet scene, though he said he'd cum this morning (full disclosure: I'd rubbed one out at 7 a.m. also.)
He's classic: once he cums and decompresses for a few minutes, he wants to get rolling. The passion is forgotten and the pragmatic kicks in/it's like a light switch. However, the whole time we were fucking he kept telling me how he wished I lived here, how he wishes he could see me more, how he wishes I was his (aw shucks.) But, on a more immediate note he asked "are you here till Friday?" and was thrilled when I said that was actually staying a bit longer. It will happen again this week, of that I am certain.
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