Well, the Arab begged off today because he's sniffly and coming down with something. The Mexican guy to the north, however, has unleashed his obnoxiousness full force and yesterday and today I was subjected to a torrent of begging and abuse. I am really close to blocking him. It defies understanding how he thinks that approach will make me want to drive up and fuck him. (Gee, a hardon might be needed for that; ero if you find someone repellent you won't be up to the job, for a multitude of reasons.) And, an older gent who I'd fucked a couple of times has resumed approaching me despite my ongoing lack of interest in an encore.
Yet, I was horny as a 3 balled tom cat and wanting some ass badly. Actually, I really wanted to suck a nice cock for awhile also. To curl up with another guy and to make out and to have some passionate oral and to give him a plowing. I logged into Manhunt and to a4a and had a guy come on to me from Oakland, but that's like descending into Dante's Inferno to get laid. I always feel like a heel but I asked a number of questions about neighborhood and parking (survival is a basic instinct) and while the neighborhood sounded okay, it wasn't one whose name I immediately recognized: one can never be too safe in Oakland, and he lost interest (fair enough.) On a lark I logged into bbrt and suddenly had a bite in the next town.
I'd never hooked up with someone on bbrt before (at least, not through the site. I was actually pissed to read someone's profile on there as being poz after he'd listed himself as neg on a4a; I have noticed more than a few guys doing that. What's with the inconsistency, if you're going to be an asshole you should be a consistent one. Do they assume that other guys don't have profiles on both sites? I'd eaten and then barebacked the guy I'd found was poz, but when I read his profile I'd already been tested a couple of times. Still, it chapped my butt.)
The guy who came on to me indicated he could host now. His profile read "ask me" under status. I did and he indicated he was last tested neg in March/I assumed if he was lying he's offer a more recent date. I factored that he is a top/versatile and that I was only going to top and decided to take the plunge.
Murphy's law kicked in: he wanted me to come 20 minutes later; I then neglected an essential part of the directions and had to drive home to write them down again. I arrived in a run down at the heels neighborhood; not one that made me afraid to get out of my car, but one that resulted in my being fully alert.
When he ushered me in he was hyper and in a mood. He was irritated about my arriving late; he was irritated that a friend was now going to come over in an hour; he wanted us to go into the spare bedroom so the upstairs neighbors wouldn't hear us. I quickly concluded that the out of town roomate must be his partner as there were two bedrooms (I was reassured by how clean and tidy everything was, and the furnishings were nice.) He did seem very agitated though, and when I asked if he was okay he got grumpy and said "why are you asking me that? If you aren't cool with this then go.." My caution radar was on, but I figured I'd give it a shot. He then pulled his shorts down and said "this is what I've got. Want it?"
He is a dark skinned Latino with wiry body hair and he has a perfect bubble butt. He plays competitive baseball and has zero body fat. I got him to get everything off but his jock. He logged into a Treasure Island flick and kept staring at it, and wanted me to face fuck him based on one scene, and then later to replicate a scene when fucking him.
Points for the fact that he kisses, and relatively well. His profile says he's 5' 9", but I think more like 5' 7". His dick did come out of the jock and is a nice size and uncut, though I only sucked on it a short while. He loved having his ass eaten, but was hyperactive, and kept moving around and pushing back against my tongue. His nipples were amazingly long, leading me to believe he uses clamps or something; he liked having them worked hard. Not a great looking guy, but a great body overall.
I was soon inside him; something weird was that he was spraying poppers into a sock like thing and sucking on them; it was obsessive. If he hadn't managed to get hard I'd swear he was speeding/maybe he was.
His ass was amazing; I slid right in and he was tight and it felt great. Being amazingly sinewy and shorter I know it was way up inside him. He is the type that likes it doggy style, though we moved around alot. Every time I was getting into a groove he wanted to change positions. From the minute I went in it felt so good that I was ready to cum, but I held back. After awhile I thought I should just let it go and get out.
He wanted to know if I was close and I admitted I was; he said "let me see if I can get you to come" and started to fuck me back with his ass. It actually felt great and I let go. However, he wouldn't stop and I needed to pull out. He laid on his back and panted with pleasure. He offered to let me clean up in the bathroom (there were next to no lights on in the place, which drove me nuts.) I grabbed my stuff, washed off my cock and got dressed, and went back into the spare bedroom to say goodbye. He seemed astonished that I was leaving (great as his ass was, I wasn't up for more of the manic behavior. At that point I was thinking, go while the going is good.)
As I left the bedroom he was super paranoid about being seen by his neighbors; he must be cheating on the boyfriend is all I could think. Walking down the sidewalk to my car I glanced at my watch: I'd been there about 40 minutes; it was like one of the vignettes that RawTop writes.
Addendum: the Mexican guy just wrote me a fuck you and the horse you rode in on message. Told me I was rude and ugly; the irony actually makes me laugh. This was after hysterical messages a couple of days ago about my not writing him, after he'd written preceding messages about wanting to be left alone. In retrospect I guess I should have simply written him and told him that I didn't enjoy the sex with him at all. Alas, subtlety doesn't seem to win any points. Perhaps it's kinder just to say you really don't enjoy sex with the guy...
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Guys Who Don't Kiss
A couple of hours ago I had a guy come on to me on a4a. There wasn't a face pic, so I asked him to forward one to my email and he replied that I'd fucked him before. I looked at the stats and couldn't place him: Latino, medium to short height, and chunky from the math I did looking at his profile. Then suddenly I asked him if he was from Argentina. He replied yes.
Two years ago, and last year (he indicated nine months ago, but I know it was much longer ago than that) I went to his apartment to connect with him. The second time I was clearly very horny as the first time was underwhelming (and, if I remember correctly, extremely hurried on my part.) He insisted condoms only, refused to kiss, and refused to be sucked (he wanted a "man" to fuck him.) He was pleasant on the eyes and had a nice beefy ass. My balls were full and I wanted to drop a load after a dry spell. Part of the deal was spanking his ass, which I find tedious. And, he moaned and whined that I made him hurt. And, he wanted it again, desperately. I seem to recall when I withdrew the condom was dirty and I am also pretty sure I needed to stroke off. What I do remember correctly was that he brought in paper towels for me to wipe off with and to wrap the condom in/no kleenex, and apparently no washcloths.
Well, an apparent glutton for punishment, I went back. I had more time to spare, but it was an equally empty experience. I did eat his ass a bit, and rubbed his spincter with my cock head, which freaked him out. I seem to recall needing to use two condoms (not simultaneously) and again the paper towels. Besides not being kissed, he doesn't like his pits licked; he does, however, like to suck, but does it poorly.
Since then he has regularly approached me to return. I have made up lame excuses; I am terrible at saying I am not really interested any longer. It seems incredibly insensitive to tell a guy who you've fucked "sorry, it just wasn't good and I don't want to do it again." I employ the more subtle approach; I simply indicate I am too busy. Most guys get the hint, though I can't say that I've experienced that much bad sex (and, it goes 360; I have had a fair share of guys not back for an encore with me either.)
Well, my Argentinian friend really wanted to get fucked by me. He asked if I had condoms when he established that I remembered him. So I laid out some conditions that I was sure were deal breakers for him:
--kissing was a must
--he had to let me suck his cock
--no condoms (but I assured him that I wouldn't cum inside him)
What followed was tedious and ridiculous negotiation. First he'd let me suck him (how generous.) Then he agreed to no condoms, with the stipulation I wouldn't shoot in him (that astonished me.) Alot of this was complicated by the fact that his written English is not good (this guy allegedly works in San Francisco for a national corporation, so this astonishes me if it's true.)
However, kissing was absolutely out. He wouldn't budge. And, I declined.
I actually would have gone over if he'd agreed to kiss. And, I would have worn a condom if he'd agreed to kiss. But, I decided a while ago I simply would rather beat off than have sex without kissing.
On a4a at the same time was a very hot muscular bottom who I have fucked about five times. Each time was either without kissing or with dry pecking. He doesn't like to be kissed, but does like to be barebacked (provided you don't cum inside him.) And, over the past two years he has begged me to come over to fuck him again,and I've come up with lame excuses. He finally was direct and asked if I was no longer interested and to which I replied I would be if he wanted to kiss, but I knew he didn't like to (he also smokes alot of pot, which I don't mind, but has referenced snorting meth and I have seen him online in the middle of the night during my bouts of insomnia. Meth is nasty shit and I want no part of it; it also explains why he was flaccid the entire time I fucked him.) Well I have gotten a few messsages from him indicating he'd do whatever I wanted (let me cum in him/kiss) but he's also asked me to join him for three ways (on other occasions.) I've responded I need to know number three before I'll partake (not always true, but meth users are often careless in myriad other ways. I don't want to expand my boundaries in that fashion.)
Back when I lived in the Northwest there was a young bottom I used to fuck. He was insistent on condoms (which I understood) and wanted his ass rimmed for eons. He'd suck me when he was ready to (he does like to get his cock sucked) and after I'd fucked him for awhile he'd decide at a certain point to stroke off whether I'd cum or not. He absolutely refused to kiss, he said he found it too intimate. Okay, that is some weird psychology there. Well he was young, chunky but cutish, and had a nice ass. But I like interactive sex and hate to be in the role of just servicing anyone, which I clearly was doing. We connected many times, actually, but this was several years ago and I was glad to be getting some and getting something safe. But, it was empty, and I finally stopped going back. He was quite persistent in approaching me, but I was always "busy". On subsequent business trips to the region he will invariably reach out to me on MH, but I am simply not interested. It was all on his terms, and my pleasure was at best a secondary consideration for him. He wanted his ass rimmed to his satisfaction and my nice, big, wrapped cock to massage his prostrate until he was ready to cum. Then I could hurry up, rinse, and leave. No thanks.
I have gotten to the point (thank God) that if it isn't entirely satisfying I don't go back. And, I won't schedule a first time unless I've established that kissing is a must. Sex for me is about intimacy; two men enjoying being naked with another man and exploring each others's bodies and giving each other pleasure. Otherwise, I might as well stay home and stroke to porn. It's no less satisfying than being asked to serve some other dude.
Two years ago, and last year (he indicated nine months ago, but I know it was much longer ago than that) I went to his apartment to connect with him. The second time I was clearly very horny as the first time was underwhelming (and, if I remember correctly, extremely hurried on my part.) He insisted condoms only, refused to kiss, and refused to be sucked (he wanted a "man" to fuck him.) He was pleasant on the eyes and had a nice beefy ass. My balls were full and I wanted to drop a load after a dry spell. Part of the deal was spanking his ass, which I find tedious. And, he moaned and whined that I made him hurt. And, he wanted it again, desperately. I seem to recall when I withdrew the condom was dirty and I am also pretty sure I needed to stroke off. What I do remember correctly was that he brought in paper towels for me to wipe off with and to wrap the condom in/no kleenex, and apparently no washcloths.
Well, an apparent glutton for punishment, I went back. I had more time to spare, but it was an equally empty experience. I did eat his ass a bit, and rubbed his spincter with my cock head, which freaked him out. I seem to recall needing to use two condoms (not simultaneously) and again the paper towels. Besides not being kissed, he doesn't like his pits licked; he does, however, like to suck, but does it poorly.
Since then he has regularly approached me to return. I have made up lame excuses; I am terrible at saying I am not really interested any longer. It seems incredibly insensitive to tell a guy who you've fucked "sorry, it just wasn't good and I don't want to do it again." I employ the more subtle approach; I simply indicate I am too busy. Most guys get the hint, though I can't say that I've experienced that much bad sex (and, it goes 360; I have had a fair share of guys not back for an encore with me either.)
Well, my Argentinian friend really wanted to get fucked by me. He asked if I had condoms when he established that I remembered him. So I laid out some conditions that I was sure were deal breakers for him:
--kissing was a must
--he had to let me suck his cock
--no condoms (but I assured him that I wouldn't cum inside him)
What followed was tedious and ridiculous negotiation. First he'd let me suck him (how generous.) Then he agreed to no condoms, with the stipulation I wouldn't shoot in him (that astonished me.) Alot of this was complicated by the fact that his written English is not good (this guy allegedly works in San Francisco for a national corporation, so this astonishes me if it's true.)
However, kissing was absolutely out. He wouldn't budge. And, I declined.
I actually would have gone over if he'd agreed to kiss. And, I would have worn a condom if he'd agreed to kiss. But, I decided a while ago I simply would rather beat off than have sex without kissing.
On a4a at the same time was a very hot muscular bottom who I have fucked about five times. Each time was either without kissing or with dry pecking. He doesn't like to be kissed, but does like to be barebacked (provided you don't cum inside him.) And, over the past two years he has begged me to come over to fuck him again,and I've come up with lame excuses. He finally was direct and asked if I was no longer interested and to which I replied I would be if he wanted to kiss, but I knew he didn't like to (he also smokes alot of pot, which I don't mind, but has referenced snorting meth and I have seen him online in the middle of the night during my bouts of insomnia. Meth is nasty shit and I want no part of it; it also explains why he was flaccid the entire time I fucked him.) Well I have gotten a few messsages from him indicating he'd do whatever I wanted (let me cum in him/kiss) but he's also asked me to join him for three ways (on other occasions.) I've responded I need to know number three before I'll partake (not always true, but meth users are often careless in myriad other ways. I don't want to expand my boundaries in that fashion.)
Back when I lived in the Northwest there was a young bottom I used to fuck. He was insistent on condoms (which I understood) and wanted his ass rimmed for eons. He'd suck me when he was ready to (he does like to get his cock sucked) and after I'd fucked him for awhile he'd decide at a certain point to stroke off whether I'd cum or not. He absolutely refused to kiss, he said he found it too intimate. Okay, that is some weird psychology there. Well he was young, chunky but cutish, and had a nice ass. But I like interactive sex and hate to be in the role of just servicing anyone, which I clearly was doing. We connected many times, actually, but this was several years ago and I was glad to be getting some and getting something safe. But, it was empty, and I finally stopped going back. He was quite persistent in approaching me, but I was always "busy". On subsequent business trips to the region he will invariably reach out to me on MH, but I am simply not interested. It was all on his terms, and my pleasure was at best a secondary consideration for him. He wanted his ass rimmed to his satisfaction and my nice, big, wrapped cock to massage his prostrate until he was ready to cum. Then I could hurry up, rinse, and leave. No thanks.
I have gotten to the point (thank God) that if it isn't entirely satisfying I don't go back. And, I won't schedule a first time unless I've established that kissing is a must. Sex for me is about intimacy; two men enjoying being naked with another man and exploring each others's bodies and giving each other pleasure. Otherwise, I might as well stay home and stroke to porn. It's no less satisfying than being asked to serve some other dude.
Friday, October 26, 2012
"Dolche" not "Caliente"
Traveled to Miami for work, but had an incredibly time compressed schedule. The night I got in was opportune for a hook up, but I hadn't strategized to set something definite up before traveling here (on other trips I have had the first trick lined up and confirmed well in advance) which reflected some indifference on my part: if it happened, it happened.
Well that night, a week night, I got a number of bites on a4a and MH, but it involved a considerable amount of message ping pong. To an extent it was interesting and even fun, but knowing some guys are just game players (which is extremely tiring and even boring) I lost interest. I wanted to get a decent night's sleep as I hadn't prior to traveling and had left home brutally early for an inhumanely early flight. Therefore I deflected some of the bites from noctural creatures (and they are fraught with added potential peril...) but then, depsite being really tired, my body was on Left Coast time and refused to let me fall asleep (guess I should have downed some drinks with dinner; better yet, I should have invited one of the nocturnal dudes over.)
Night two I ended up staying out and imbibing with colleagues and crashed/I'd have been much smarter to have retired to my room early and hooked up. Last night, then, provided my sole opportunity, and I got into my room mid evening after dinner with another colleague.
A fifty something guy had approached me on SD and we had some nice email exchange. He had written me late afternoon and encouraged me to give him a ring, and he was interested and willing to come, despite some horrific storm weather here (doesn't FL seem to always be in the eye of some storm? But, I digress...) I asked him on the phone what he wanted to do, which flummoxed him. He wanted to see where it went: he established he was neg, and when I indicated I was a top he shared that he didn't go with a label, which I inferred to mean that he'd bottom.
He arrived in about 50 minutes (I was assuming this would be a bust) and is a tall, nice looking Latino guy, who I am guessing is of Cuban extraction. I immediately discovered that his nipples are his hot spot. His cock throbbed and actually moved when I touched them. He is also a very passionate kisser, but one who moves around: he didn't get into prolonged exploration of your mouth with his tongue or tongue sucking. However, he gave out little whimpers of pleasure as we made out and I worked his nipples.
As with many Latins he has a great uncut cock. It is as long as mine (perhaps longer) but not as thick, so I was able to throat it. I was enjoying sucking him and he was enjoying getting sucked: I quickly determined he'd be quite satisfied to have me suck him off (he'd given some preliminary attention to my cock and balls, and returned to them as we explored each other.) I wasn't interested in just a mutual blow job, but I also didn't want to seem in a hurry. He was very into licking me all up and down my chest as well as my neck. He cooed with pleasure when I stuck my tongue in his ear to explore it and returned the favor. I exercised lots of patience before deciding he was ready to be rolled over and to have his ass rimmed.
He was clean (I worried since he got here relatively quickly after I contacted him, not leaving alot of time to flush out). While he liked it, I could tell he wasn't as passionate about getting his ass eaten as getting sucked and his nipples worked (I reached up to work his nips while chowing down on his ass, which got him more engaged and psyched.) I then licked up his ass and began to tease him with my cock, which he was cool with and clearly pleased. I tried to push in (I think I was in, but didn't know it) and then went down and rimmed him some more. I tried again and again wasn't sure and didn't know whether he needed more moisture, so I grabbed the lube and after applying some to his ass and my cock being a bit more forceful about going in he then said "let me get on my side" and pulled up his thigh. I slid in deeply and we both enjoyed it.
He was okay with getting fucked, but wanted to get on his back and grabbed a pillow to lift his ass. We went at it, but he needed me to ease out/I reentered and we made out while I fucked him. I asked how long he could take it, asking if he wanted me to cum. His response was not long, and that he didn't want me to cum in him (alas, because I could feel that it would and in a reasonable amount of time that wouldn't leave him sore and raw.) However, he wanted to stroke off while I was fucking him, and I needed to stop him a couple of times as he was ready to spurt and he hadn't been here long.
I had failed to realize (establish) that I like sex to be for over an hour and to get close and then to cool down and to keep rotating. He seemed to think we'd done the fucking and now it was time to dismount and to stroke off. ( I have to remember that for some guys that fucking is only part of the experience and not necessarily the conclusion. For me, you gradually work up to fucking as it is the acme of m2m sex.)
We made out more (which he loved) and licked and stroked each other's bodies. He has a great touch and is quite passionate and attentive. But, he wanted to get rid of that load. He tried straddling me to stroke off, but didn't like the position (and the gymnastics got me semi-flaccid.) I quickly figured this is a guy who it would be better with in a second encounter. I went down on him as he worked his cock, which he liked, but he pulled me up as he was getting close (I quickly discerned he's be disturbed if I wanted him to shoot in my mouth...). He wanted me to stroke him while we made out and he made high pitched squeaks of pleasure (it was good, though reading it sounds like it was weird.) His load came out, but he insisted I keep stroking him till it was thoroughly milked, and he loved it when I stroked his balls and he wanted to continue to make out.
I assumed he'd be done, but he wanted to see me cum and wanted to continue to make out and to stroke me. Knowing how my body works, I assumed my cumming would be a lost cause, but the switch was flipped and I was into it and found myself yielding to the moment and cumming.
We had a few minutes of chat (he wanted to know about my flight home, etc.) and then he indicated he wanted to rinse off. He was soon dressed, offered a thank you and a peck on the lips (jeez man, I just had my dick up your ass, suddenly we are getting formal?) and was out the door. I looked at the cock: an hour had passed.
It was okay: I can check Miami off on the hook up map (and maybe Cuba: not sure that I have hooked up with a Cuban before, though I have with several hot Puerto Ricans.) It got the job done, but there was little afterglow.
Well that night, a week night, I got a number of bites on a4a and MH, but it involved a considerable amount of message ping pong. To an extent it was interesting and even fun, but knowing some guys are just game players (which is extremely tiring and even boring) I lost interest. I wanted to get a decent night's sleep as I hadn't prior to traveling and had left home brutally early for an inhumanely early flight. Therefore I deflected some of the bites from noctural creatures (and they are fraught with added potential peril...) but then, depsite being really tired, my body was on Left Coast time and refused to let me fall asleep (guess I should have downed some drinks with dinner; better yet, I should have invited one of the nocturnal dudes over.)
Night two I ended up staying out and imbibing with colleagues and crashed/I'd have been much smarter to have retired to my room early and hooked up. Last night, then, provided my sole opportunity, and I got into my room mid evening after dinner with another colleague.
A fifty something guy had approached me on SD and we had some nice email exchange. He had written me late afternoon and encouraged me to give him a ring, and he was interested and willing to come, despite some horrific storm weather here (doesn't FL seem to always be in the eye of some storm? But, I digress...) I asked him on the phone what he wanted to do, which flummoxed him. He wanted to see where it went: he established he was neg, and when I indicated I was a top he shared that he didn't go with a label, which I inferred to mean that he'd bottom.
He arrived in about 50 minutes (I was assuming this would be a bust) and is a tall, nice looking Latino guy, who I am guessing is of Cuban extraction. I immediately discovered that his nipples are his hot spot. His cock throbbed and actually moved when I touched them. He is also a very passionate kisser, but one who moves around: he didn't get into prolonged exploration of your mouth with his tongue or tongue sucking. However, he gave out little whimpers of pleasure as we made out and I worked his nipples.
As with many Latins he has a great uncut cock. It is as long as mine (perhaps longer) but not as thick, so I was able to throat it. I was enjoying sucking him and he was enjoying getting sucked: I quickly determined he'd be quite satisfied to have me suck him off (he'd given some preliminary attention to my cock and balls, and returned to them as we explored each other.) I wasn't interested in just a mutual blow job, but I also didn't want to seem in a hurry. He was very into licking me all up and down my chest as well as my neck. He cooed with pleasure when I stuck my tongue in his ear to explore it and returned the favor. I exercised lots of patience before deciding he was ready to be rolled over and to have his ass rimmed.
He was clean (I worried since he got here relatively quickly after I contacted him, not leaving alot of time to flush out). While he liked it, I could tell he wasn't as passionate about getting his ass eaten as getting sucked and his nipples worked (I reached up to work his nips while chowing down on his ass, which got him more engaged and psyched.) I then licked up his ass and began to tease him with my cock, which he was cool with and clearly pleased. I tried to push in (I think I was in, but didn't know it) and then went down and rimmed him some more. I tried again and again wasn't sure and didn't know whether he needed more moisture, so I grabbed the lube and after applying some to his ass and my cock being a bit more forceful about going in he then said "let me get on my side" and pulled up his thigh. I slid in deeply and we both enjoyed it.
He was okay with getting fucked, but wanted to get on his back and grabbed a pillow to lift his ass. We went at it, but he needed me to ease out/I reentered and we made out while I fucked him. I asked how long he could take it, asking if he wanted me to cum. His response was not long, and that he didn't want me to cum in him (alas, because I could feel that it would and in a reasonable amount of time that wouldn't leave him sore and raw.) However, he wanted to stroke off while I was fucking him, and I needed to stop him a couple of times as he was ready to spurt and he hadn't been here long.
I had failed to realize (establish) that I like sex to be for over an hour and to get close and then to cool down and to keep rotating. He seemed to think we'd done the fucking and now it was time to dismount and to stroke off. ( I have to remember that for some guys that fucking is only part of the experience and not necessarily the conclusion. For me, you gradually work up to fucking as it is the acme of m2m sex.)
We made out more (which he loved) and licked and stroked each other's bodies. He has a great touch and is quite passionate and attentive. But, he wanted to get rid of that load. He tried straddling me to stroke off, but didn't like the position (and the gymnastics got me semi-flaccid.) I quickly figured this is a guy who it would be better with in a second encounter. I went down on him as he worked his cock, which he liked, but he pulled me up as he was getting close (I quickly discerned he's be disturbed if I wanted him to shoot in my mouth...). He wanted me to stroke him while we made out and he made high pitched squeaks of pleasure (it was good, though reading it sounds like it was weird.) His load came out, but he insisted I keep stroking him till it was thoroughly milked, and he loved it when I stroked his balls and he wanted to continue to make out.
I assumed he'd be done, but he wanted to see me cum and wanted to continue to make out and to stroke me. Knowing how my body works, I assumed my cumming would be a lost cause, but the switch was flipped and I was into it and found myself yielding to the moment and cumming.
We had a few minutes of chat (he wanted to know about my flight home, etc.) and then he indicated he wanted to rinse off. He was soon dressed, offered a thank you and a peck on the lips (jeez man, I just had my dick up your ass, suddenly we are getting formal?) and was out the door. I looked at the cock: an hour had passed.
It was okay: I can check Miami off on the hook up map (and maybe Cuba: not sure that I have hooked up with a Cuban before, though I have with several hot Puerto Ricans.) It got the job done, but there was little afterglow.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Feeding His Ass
Just a week ago while away on business I had amazing sex with the jock stud and my Indian pal. You'd think my itch would have been sufficiently scratched. But, after returning home I had another couple of nights in Sacramento and while I didn't devote myself to it, I logged in to both Manhunt and a4a and got little interest and no action. Granted I wasn't free till about 9:30 each night, but I was a bit blown away as usually I am getting lots of hits when I visit there, and and it always seems a waste not to warm up those crisp hotel sheets with some hot mansex. I was starting to wonder whether I was going to run into a streak of not finding any boody, but I returned home and found the Arab on line.
He's sent me a steady stream of messages about hooking up, but most of the past month I have been traveling. I have been anxious to connect with him because he's hot and I want to sustain our fb relationship (i.e. I don't want him to find someone else to scratch his itch.) Well, I tapped him a message to let him know I'm back (though I'll be in the air again this week...) He wanted to connect yesterday for a quickie as he works evenings, but at the last minute he didn't have the time (a damn shame as the timing was perfect for me.) So we arranged to connect this morning; Saturdays don't usually work for me but I was determined to make it work.
Yesterday I got a number of colorful texts from him about my giving him a couple of loads: wishful thinking. However, I didn't cum yesterday and thought that even if the time was compressed it might be a possibility. But the bottom has to be able to take considerable sustained fucking for me to cum twice (or to be both incredibly hot and tight.)
When I arrived there Breeding Ian Jay was again playing on the television (not the Dan Fisk episode, for a change.) The Arab had just gotten out of the shower and was fresh and clean; we made out for a long time and his mouth and tongue tasted great. He grinned with pleasure when I walked in and it was hard to get my clothes off as he wanted to kiss and then dropped to his knees to suck my cock.
He really wanted to get fucked, but I wanted to take my time getting there, and gave him a long blow job and savored his cock: about 6" and thick, but easy to throat. He almost shot in my throat, so I pulled off because I knew once he came the game would be over. He was anxious to get me back on his dick but I passified him by pushing him on to his stomach to rim him.
His ass was squeaky clean, and it felt nice and soft against my tongue as I pushed into him; he pulled his cheeks apart and pushed back to get my tongue as far up him as I could. Today I was in less of a hurry to get into him, because I was focusing on who I was fucking, rather than just pushing my cock into a tight ass.
This guy is a hunk; he's a solid bear with a nice hairy chest, hairy shoulders, and while he's got a belly its firm; he's clearly athletic. Nice muscular calves and thighs. I came up for air and was enjoying licking up and down the center of his back and sucking on the back of his neck. I thought to myself, this is one hot slab of man I am going to fuck, and he's really into me. I was getting off on enjoying his body and wrapping my arms around him his chest was turning me on at least as much as his anus gripping my cockhead as I teased him. He was in another place and pushing back; it was clear he hadn't been fucked in awhile and needed it.
The sex was fine, but he's now insatiable about getting bred. Almost as soon as it was all inside of him he was begging for my load. At first it was part of the pig talk of sex, but as I kept fucking him he was becoming more and more insistent.
Shooting my load is something I like to have come naturally -- the consequence of lots of stimulation. Definitely my head has to be in the right place as well or it won't happen. When a bottom starts begging for my load though it throws me off. Actually, it's probably the thinking about it that delays me most as I then start to focus on needing to cum and worrying whether or not I will (bottoms take note: don't nag the top for his load; wait for him to ask you if you want it/if you're ready for it/for him to advise you that it's coming.)
I didn't cum yesterday, and I decided to save it for him this morning, but his calls for me to give him my "hot load" were interrupting my momentum. I started to get concerned that he's say he couldn't take it any longer because he was getting sore (been there/done that) or that I'd totally be thrown off my game and not be able to cross that line at all. In my head there is a boundary and I know when I have crossed it into the realm of getting my nut. It's sort of like a switch suddenly being flipped. Knowing the potential for not getting there I eased out and took a break to make out with him. He straddled me for a second time, but I realized that wouldn't get me off. I had him on his back, but he's really tall, and big and insisted on putting a pillow under his ass, which wasn't the right angle for my cock to get the right stimulation. I got him back on his stomach and then I felt the momentum build; a couple of times I got distracted by his insistence on feeling that big warm load flooding him (while I like the guy I was tempted to say "please shut up".) Finally I felt it spurting out into him, and I knew he was getting a major load; he did too from the throbbing of my cock. We spooned after I came and as we turned onto our sides he started to vigorously stroke. I'd envisioned taking his load in my mouth while we were fucking, but once I cum the desire to take the bottom's load usually vanishes. I laid back with my cock barely in him and listened to him cum. At that point I knew it was over.
He wasn't in a hurry, but soon went to the bathroom (for an abortion, as I've called it.) Fortunately the expunging of my load wasn't audible (I kind of like to think of the bottom keeping it in him, but imagine if you have to go anywhere and would like to sit in upholstered furniture that isn't a great idea.) We both were now in our postsex, got other stuff to do modes.
Well, it was fine, I was horny as hell (though it had been less than seven days since my last fuck), but it was definitely just a maintenance fuck. I looked at my watch as I drove away and about 75 minutes had passed.
He's sent me a steady stream of messages about hooking up, but most of the past month I have been traveling. I have been anxious to connect with him because he's hot and I want to sustain our fb relationship (i.e. I don't want him to find someone else to scratch his itch.) Well, I tapped him a message to let him know I'm back (though I'll be in the air again this week...) He wanted to connect yesterday for a quickie as he works evenings, but at the last minute he didn't have the time (a damn shame as the timing was perfect for me.) So we arranged to connect this morning; Saturdays don't usually work for me but I was determined to make it work.
Yesterday I got a number of colorful texts from him about my giving him a couple of loads: wishful thinking. However, I didn't cum yesterday and thought that even if the time was compressed it might be a possibility. But the bottom has to be able to take considerable sustained fucking for me to cum twice (or to be both incredibly hot and tight.)
When I arrived there Breeding Ian Jay was again playing on the television (not the Dan Fisk episode, for a change.) The Arab had just gotten out of the shower and was fresh and clean; we made out for a long time and his mouth and tongue tasted great. He grinned with pleasure when I walked in and it was hard to get my clothes off as he wanted to kiss and then dropped to his knees to suck my cock.
He really wanted to get fucked, but I wanted to take my time getting there, and gave him a long blow job and savored his cock: about 6" and thick, but easy to throat. He almost shot in my throat, so I pulled off because I knew once he came the game would be over. He was anxious to get me back on his dick but I passified him by pushing him on to his stomach to rim him.
His ass was squeaky clean, and it felt nice and soft against my tongue as I pushed into him; he pulled his cheeks apart and pushed back to get my tongue as far up him as I could. Today I was in less of a hurry to get into him, because I was focusing on who I was fucking, rather than just pushing my cock into a tight ass.
This guy is a hunk; he's a solid bear with a nice hairy chest, hairy shoulders, and while he's got a belly its firm; he's clearly athletic. Nice muscular calves and thighs. I came up for air and was enjoying licking up and down the center of his back and sucking on the back of his neck. I thought to myself, this is one hot slab of man I am going to fuck, and he's really into me. I was getting off on enjoying his body and wrapping my arms around him his chest was turning me on at least as much as his anus gripping my cockhead as I teased him. He was in another place and pushing back; it was clear he hadn't been fucked in awhile and needed it.
The sex was fine, but he's now insatiable about getting bred. Almost as soon as it was all inside of him he was begging for my load. At first it was part of the pig talk of sex, but as I kept fucking him he was becoming more and more insistent.
Shooting my load is something I like to have come naturally -- the consequence of lots of stimulation. Definitely my head has to be in the right place as well or it won't happen. When a bottom starts begging for my load though it throws me off. Actually, it's probably the thinking about it that delays me most as I then start to focus on needing to cum and worrying whether or not I will (bottoms take note: don't nag the top for his load; wait for him to ask you if you want it/if you're ready for it/for him to advise you that it's coming.)
I didn't cum yesterday, and I decided to save it for him this morning, but his calls for me to give him my "hot load" were interrupting my momentum. I started to get concerned that he's say he couldn't take it any longer because he was getting sore (been there/done that) or that I'd totally be thrown off my game and not be able to cross that line at all. In my head there is a boundary and I know when I have crossed it into the realm of getting my nut. It's sort of like a switch suddenly being flipped. Knowing the potential for not getting there I eased out and took a break to make out with him. He straddled me for a second time, but I realized that wouldn't get me off. I had him on his back, but he's really tall, and big and insisted on putting a pillow under his ass, which wasn't the right angle for my cock to get the right stimulation. I got him back on his stomach and then I felt the momentum build; a couple of times I got distracted by his insistence on feeling that big warm load flooding him (while I like the guy I was tempted to say "please shut up".) Finally I felt it spurting out into him, and I knew he was getting a major load; he did too from the throbbing of my cock. We spooned after I came and as we turned onto our sides he started to vigorously stroke. I'd envisioned taking his load in my mouth while we were fucking, but once I cum the desire to take the bottom's load usually vanishes. I laid back with my cock barely in him and listened to him cum. At that point I knew it was over.
He wasn't in a hurry, but soon went to the bathroom (for an abortion, as I've called it.) Fortunately the expunging of my load wasn't audible (I kind of like to think of the bottom keeping it in him, but imagine if you have to go anywhere and would like to sit in upholstered furniture that isn't a great idea.) We both were now in our postsex, got other stuff to do modes.
Well, it was fine, I was horny as hell (though it had been less than seven days since my last fuck), but it was definitely just a maintenance fuck. I looked at my watch as I drove away and about 75 minutes had passed.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sleeping with Him
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.
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.
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.
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