Well, after several weeks of my traveling for business the Arab and I are back on a bit of a routine. Earlier this week I had the opportunity to head to his house after work to give him a tune up and it was a hot time.
It was the day after I connected with the Piano Man. Optimally I'd like to space such sessions out, but hook up opportunities tend to be random, so you need to have a carpe diem mentality.
When I arrived Breeding Ian Jay was again playing on the television (this time the Brad McGuire scene was on when I walked in.) The Arab was lying in bed stroking with a big Cheshire cat grin on his face. I quickly peeled off my clothes and joined him in bed.
He was in a cuddle bear mood, and wanted to hug and make out and was litterly purring throughout it. I was in no rush and savored it, allowing my fingers to lightly explore his hot, hairy body. It was leisurely and comfortable and we took our time mutually sucking and my taking a long time to rim his hole till it was soaking with my spit and dialated. I went in, but I could tell he'd shortly get raw without some other lube, so I used a small amount of elbow grease (much nicer than Wet, but not condom compatible/fortunately we are past that hurdle.)
It was a long fuck, and I worried whether I'd get there, but fortunately I'd refrained that morning from rubbing one out. Still it took it's time rising, but when it did it was nice. He's taken to fucking me back and squeezing my cock for all it's worth. When I started to cum he knew it and really clamped down, which was actually kind of annoying. But, I figure it's not all about my fun and I need to go with the flow (sorry, I couldn't resist that) but I do wish he'd just let me savor my spurting. However, he was really really animated and loud bellowing "I can feel it throbbing! I am going to keep this load in my ass all night!!!" Well, he wasn't working, so I guess he didn't need to worry about it leaking out...
We enjoyed the afterglow and cuddled and made out afterwards. I really wasn't into the "okay, now let's get you off" scene then (some times it can really be a buzz kill, especially if the guy takes forever to cum and wants you to tweak his nipples, play with his balls or wants to straddle your now hypersensitive post orgasm cock.) I indicated I was sorry he hadn't cum and he was totally cool with it, telling me to come over in the next couple of days and we'd take care of him. We are at point as fuck buddies where we are more interested in the man2man contact and not keeping score.
A nice evening; I showered, dressed, and walked out with a nice glow. It was longer, and more relaxed this time, yet not too long...just right.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Nothing Beats It
After a long hiatus, last night the Piano Man and I connected at a local motel. We usually connect there; it's a modest and some what sad place. It's clean, and safe, but the mattresses are thin and rump sprung, and there are no clocks. We've had to roll over and grab cell phones to figure outwhat time it is/ how long we've been at it.
We've exchanged messages through MH and a4a since we last connected in July. He's been traveling/I've been traveling. When we've mutually been home our mutual opportunities haven't been in the same orbit. But, finally they were.
When I arrived he was already ready: he'd cleaned out (some more) and was standing in his underwear when I walked in. We embraced, groped each other, and started to make out. It was fun and awkward as I tried to strip. It is interesting as you stand there, hard and panting and making out and wondering who is going to make the first move to the bed: I ended up pushing him onto it. And he was anxious to have my hungry body on top of his urgent with my lust.
Okay, this is beginning to sound like a romance novel. So, after a couple of month hiatus I started to reacquaint myself with his bod. What struck me was that as a scholar and academic, this guy had serious manscent. But, it wasn't coming from his pits, but instead from his ass, cock and balls, which I discovered when I went there to start to suck his cock.
Again, I was struck by how fucking thick this guy's cock is: it's easily as thick as it is long (because, it's not that long, but it is fat as hell: easily 6 1/2" thick.) Fortunately, I managed to get it down my throat. Frankly, its a pretty ugly dick, as dicks go, but it is impressive: a huge head, and dripping precum. And, fortunately, he doesn't manscape. He has the hair there that nature gave him, there and everywhere else, which is nice.
Well, we got there. I sucked him, he sucked me, I ate his ass, and then went in. He begged for some lube, but it went in easily with spit. However, I didn't want him needing me to pull out, so I used a minimal amount of lube (I was also imaging him wanting a break, him wanting to suck me, me wanting to eat his ass some more...) We assumed the regular positions: him doggy, flat on his stomach, on his side, straddling me. I saved getting him on his back hoping to later lose a second load.
It took a long time (part of it due to the fact he was warm as hell and sweating like a pig), but I eventually felt it spew into him: he knew it, despite the fact that I am not vocal (the screaming, moaning stuff is mostly theatre in my opinion/I focus on my cock and shooting my load, not on making noise.) It was intimate (duh) and nice: he was glad to feel me let it go and he clamped down on me to squeeze it into him. We spooned and enjoyed the afterglow, and I grew slack and fell out of him.
We resumed making out, and as I was in the post orgasm zone I distractedly stroked his cock and balls. I always feel shitty and selfish after I cum because I simply want to enjoy my own pleasure and not worry about the bottom. But, fair is fair. And, I like him and enjoyed his excitement as he darted his tongue in and out of my mouth and his hunger for me to get hard again. Soon his head was between my thighs.
It's interesting because sucking me hasn't been a huge part of our encounters (I've been anxious to fuck him) but his MH and a4a profiles stress sucking prior to getting fucked. Well, he was hungry to suck my cock and I experienced all of his skill. My cock wasn't feeling getting hard again, but he had it up and throbbing in no time. And, it felt great. I actually wasn't feeling up for a second round after I shot (I was exhausted from staying up for the election results the previous night) but he had me hard and wanting in him again.
We tried with him on his back, but his ass wasn't having it. He kept spasming, and I went in several times and he kept using poppers (and turned beat red and was panting like he's have a heart attack: that shit is clearly bad for you. I was wondering what I'd do if he had a heart attack at one point.) We tried several times and he finally apologized that he simply couldn't keep going (full disclosure: I take a l o n g time to cum, l o n g e r when I came once before.) I eased out and he was back down on my cock.
Okay, he's clearly an incredible cock sucker, but I don't like it too wet. I let him have his fun, but he was waiting for my load and it wasn't cumming. So I pushed him back to make out and worked it myself (you clearly know your own dick.) It took awhile but I felt it rising and he was on it in a second wanting the load. This was a new side of him: it was great, but my cock was super sensitive with the second load. He's not an idiot though and knew to pull his mouth off.
We embraced while he stroked off and he spewed a big, thick load. Before I came I wanted his load in my mouth, however, once I shot it seemed gross (it's always that way/I want the guy's load, and enjoy swallowing it, unless I have cum, and then I just want him to shoot it on his chest.) He collapsed against the pillows, looked at me and said "nothing beats it, does it?"
Well, it was good, but it wasn't stellar. I then looked at my watch and freaked: we'd been at it well over two hours. It was time for me to shower (so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me) and to head home.
I want to connect with him again, but I need to have a full night's sleep and probably need to let it build up for a couple of days to work up a serious fever to fuck.
We've exchanged messages through MH and a4a since we last connected in July. He's been traveling/I've been traveling. When we've mutually been home our mutual opportunities haven't been in the same orbit. But, finally they were.
When I arrived he was already ready: he'd cleaned out (some more) and was standing in his underwear when I walked in. We embraced, groped each other, and started to make out. It was fun and awkward as I tried to strip. It is interesting as you stand there, hard and panting and making out and wondering who is going to make the first move to the bed: I ended up pushing him onto it. And he was anxious to have my hungry body on top of his urgent with my lust.
Okay, this is beginning to sound like a romance novel. So, after a couple of month hiatus I started to reacquaint myself with his bod. What struck me was that as a scholar and academic, this guy had serious manscent. But, it wasn't coming from his pits, but instead from his ass, cock and balls, which I discovered when I went there to start to suck his cock.
Again, I was struck by how fucking thick this guy's cock is: it's easily as thick as it is long (because, it's not that long, but it is fat as hell: easily 6 1/2" thick.) Fortunately, I managed to get it down my throat. Frankly, its a pretty ugly dick, as dicks go, but it is impressive: a huge head, and dripping precum. And, fortunately, he doesn't manscape. He has the hair there that nature gave him, there and everywhere else, which is nice.
Well, we got there. I sucked him, he sucked me, I ate his ass, and then went in. He begged for some lube, but it went in easily with spit. However, I didn't want him needing me to pull out, so I used a minimal amount of lube (I was also imaging him wanting a break, him wanting to suck me, me wanting to eat his ass some more...) We assumed the regular positions: him doggy, flat on his stomach, on his side, straddling me. I saved getting him on his back hoping to later lose a second load.
It took a long time (part of it due to the fact he was warm as hell and sweating like a pig), but I eventually felt it spew into him: he knew it, despite the fact that I am not vocal (the screaming, moaning stuff is mostly theatre in my opinion/I focus on my cock and shooting my load, not on making noise.) It was intimate (duh) and nice: he was glad to feel me let it go and he clamped down on me to squeeze it into him. We spooned and enjoyed the afterglow, and I grew slack and fell out of him.
We resumed making out, and as I was in the post orgasm zone I distractedly stroked his cock and balls. I always feel shitty and selfish after I cum because I simply want to enjoy my own pleasure and not worry about the bottom. But, fair is fair. And, I like him and enjoyed his excitement as he darted his tongue in and out of my mouth and his hunger for me to get hard again. Soon his head was between my thighs.
It's interesting because sucking me hasn't been a huge part of our encounters (I've been anxious to fuck him) but his MH and a4a profiles stress sucking prior to getting fucked. Well, he was hungry to suck my cock and I experienced all of his skill. My cock wasn't feeling getting hard again, but he had it up and throbbing in no time. And, it felt great. I actually wasn't feeling up for a second round after I shot (I was exhausted from staying up for the election results the previous night) but he had me hard and wanting in him again.
We tried with him on his back, but his ass wasn't having it. He kept spasming, and I went in several times and he kept using poppers (and turned beat red and was panting like he's have a heart attack: that shit is clearly bad for you. I was wondering what I'd do if he had a heart attack at one point.) We tried several times and he finally apologized that he simply couldn't keep going (full disclosure: I take a l o n g time to cum, l o n g e r when I came once before.) I eased out and he was back down on my cock.
Okay, he's clearly an incredible cock sucker, but I don't like it too wet. I let him have his fun, but he was waiting for my load and it wasn't cumming. So I pushed him back to make out and worked it myself (you clearly know your own dick.) It took awhile but I felt it rising and he was on it in a second wanting the load. This was a new side of him: it was great, but my cock was super sensitive with the second load. He's not an idiot though and knew to pull his mouth off.
We embraced while he stroked off and he spewed a big, thick load. Before I came I wanted his load in my mouth, however, once I shot it seemed gross (it's always that way/I want the guy's load, and enjoy swallowing it, unless I have cum, and then I just want him to shoot it on his chest.) He collapsed against the pillows, looked at me and said "nothing beats it, does it?"
Well, it was good, but it wasn't stellar. I then looked at my watch and freaked: we'd been at it well over two hours. It was time for me to shower (so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me) and to head home.
I want to connect with him again, but I need to have a full night's sleep and probably need to let it build up for a couple of days to work up a serious fever to fuck.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Unrequitted Lust and Crossing Another Boundary
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...
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...
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.
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