After a long hiatus (well, over 3 weeks) the Arab and I reconnected today. I'd just had sex (albeit, unsatisfying sex) with a guy on Monday ("don't cum in me") but it seemed like an eternity since I'd had sex and I was horny as hell today.
The Arab had been sending me messages on a4a saying he missed my cock and loads and asking when he'd get some. Fortunately today worked out for both of us (the holiday season is impacting everyone's availability.)
He'd just gotten home and texted me and I jumped in the car and he simultaneously jumped in the shower. When I arrived he was still in the bathroom.
While he loves to get fucked, he is incredibly passionate and we stood and made out for a long time. I grasped our cocks together and noted that I have at least two inches on him (his is a nice size and has great girth; its a nice handful.) He was really into sucking my cock today, and was grunting with gusto while doing so; interestingly I wasn't hard when I started to strip, and it took a few minutes of him sucking to get me really hard (after which I probably could have rammed it through the wall.)
I was enjoying the kissing, and the oral, but I really really just wanted to get to fucking. Possibly I could have asked, but we both had the time, and I don't want to "fuck up" a good fb relationship by leaving him unsatisfied. So, I took it slow and gave him a great blow job as well. Throughout my sucking he was offering encouragement by repeatedly blurting "fuck" "Fuck" "FUCK". But, giving a killer blow job is a delicate balance: if you want to fuck him you need to pull off at the right time. Few bottoms want to get fucked after they cum.
Well it was pretty routine: I rolled him over and rimmed him for a long time, and then teased his hole with my cock head. He reached back at a certain point, grasped me and impaled himself. We started out with just spit, which was fine, but I also didn't want him to get sore before I came, so eventually I grabbed the elbow grease.
Today he was really into fucking himself with my cock. Most of the time I remained still while he thrust back against me. I did periodically get into fucking him (and had him on his side with his thigh pulled up, so he was getting maximum penetration/it was refreshing to be back inside a guy who both wanted and could take the whole thing.) However, he kept breaking my rhythm, which was fine, but after awhile he was calling for me "to explode inside him." The pressure was on, once again. Also, he wasn't very tight, so I wasn't experiencing much friction (he might not have been getting mine, but he's been dipping someone's wick, that's for sure.) It was pleasant/he was entwining his calves with mine and we were rubbing our feet against each other as we fucked, but I could feel a deadline approaching.
I hadn't cum this morning (damn near killed me not to rub one out, as I was a tad hung over and desperately wanted to cum when I woke up) so I was certain I would shoot. However, it messes with your head when the bottom is anxiously begging for it (note guys: it doesn't operate like a thrown light switch or a faucet.) He was letting me control the action, and I had pulled back to just fuck him with the first 3 to 4 inches of my cock (I really like literally entering and withdrawing from the guy's ass.) He got into the action by squeezing down on me as I thrust, and then my mind and cock connected, I could feel it come on, and I could tell I was spurting a serious load. (Oddly, several minutes after I came he asked if I had: I knew this was a serious load and was surprised he didn't notice/he's commented on feeling it when I'm only giving him my second load of the day...)
He immediately rolled on his side and quickly stroked off (I am always astonished by guys who can cum quickly.) Before I came I was fantasizing about taking his load in my mouth/I actually really wanted it. But, as usual, once I'd cum that desire vanished. My load must have been running out of him, because he shoved a towel under his ass while he beat off to keep the sheets from getting wet.
Today he wasn't in a hurry: he threw his thigh over one of mine and I stroked his chest as we chatted about our Christmas plans. Possibly he would have been up for another round, but today I wasn't. I was restless and wanted to get rolling (weird, as usually have been ready for more and he's the one who wants to wrap things up/pardon the mixed metaphor.)
He wanted me to see his myriad Christmas decorations as I was leaving/which was sweet (not at all my taste, but sweet nonetheless.) As I left he said he was sure we'd reconnect before the holiday. Well, glad I am sustaining that momentum.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Don't Cum in Me!
I had an overnight trip out of town and an important business meeting Monday. My flight was late afternoon and I was due in around 7 p.m. While I had the opportunity to sleep in; I also needed to be prepped and sharp for my early afternoon meeting. So, I imagined the likelihood of hooking up was slim and perhaps unwise.
However, I still think largely with my cock, so I updated my a4a and MH profiles to indicate I'd be in town and able to host. The night before I left (Saturday) I had a number of guys come on to me, hot and anxious to get laid. But, it was a Saturday night. Their "ardor" cooled at the possibility of a Sunday night hook up. As luck would have it my flight was delayed, I arrived hungry, and needed to get a bite to eat when I got settled. So, it was about 9:30 and the guys in whom I was interested who had earlier wanted to hook up now thought it was too late (actually it was for me as well) but a number flirted and suggested the possibility of hooking up on Monday (several more wanted to know how long I'd be in town, and seemed disappointed I'd be gone the following afternoon.)
I was beat and threw in the towel and, alone, hit the sack. But getting up early the next morning I logged on as one dude on MH, who's sent me about 20 messages there and had texted me said he wanted to hook up early that morning: FLAKE (but no surprise there.) But on a4a another guy came on pretty aggressively, despite my saying I only had an hour and needed it to be quick. I made it clear he'd need to be cleaned out and out in an hour. Next thing I knew he said he'd be there in 20 minutes.
Mid 50s; tall, fleshy but wears it well. A great kisser and we soon were naked and fell on to the bed. I was task oriented and was soon sucking his cock and then eating his ass. His cock was about 6" but thick. He loved being rimmed and soon I was teasing his ass. While I teased him I slightly penetrated him throughout (I was in about 2") and he started to murmur he wanted a condom. I pulled off several times to rim him some more and resumed. Not being a creep, I didn't shove in, but this guy clearly wanted just that. However, as he protested more about needing a condom I pulled out, rolled over, and pulled him on top of me. He was straddling my coc, and suddenly jumped up to grab a condom.
I'd figured, in advance, that this was going to be condom time. Doing the math, I figured I wouldn't cum. I had to explain to the guy not to just roll the condom on to me, but to lube my cock first and then to put some lube inside the condom (my class in condom 101.) However, I decided to make the best of it: soon I was in him, and his being tight combined with a well lubed condom was making my cock sing (albeit, a faint, and somewhat off key song.) But my balls were in harmony with my cock and I was thinking this might happen. But every time I was getting into the groove the dude had to switch positions (grrr.) And then, he said "just don't cum in me" (meaning, don't cum into the condom covering your cock while you are fucking me.) Well, fuck that!
It might have happened after 40 minutes or so, but I was getting frustrated and didn't have the desire or time to turn this into a morning. The second time he admonished me "just don't cum in me" I rolled over onto my side, pulled off the condom and said "I want to cum." So I put up with some cursory kissing (the buzz was killed and the kissing was no longer connected to the experience for me.) I was now into a mechanical jerk off in and effort to eject the guy from my room. So, dutifully my cock gave up it's load and then he was inspired to cum. Yawn. I quickly said "would you like to shower?"
After he dressed and left (he was a bit chatty and I sped up the conversation and nicely, but firmly, ushered him out of the room) but the entire occasion was pretty flat. It confirmed my transcendent belief that if you can't do something well then don't do it at all.
However, I still think largely with my cock, so I updated my a4a and MH profiles to indicate I'd be in town and able to host. The night before I left (Saturday) I had a number of guys come on to me, hot and anxious to get laid. But, it was a Saturday night. Their "ardor" cooled at the possibility of a Sunday night hook up. As luck would have it my flight was delayed, I arrived hungry, and needed to get a bite to eat when I got settled. So, it was about 9:30 and the guys in whom I was interested who had earlier wanted to hook up now thought it was too late (actually it was for me as well) but a number flirted and suggested the possibility of hooking up on Monday (several more wanted to know how long I'd be in town, and seemed disappointed I'd be gone the following afternoon.)
I was beat and threw in the towel and, alone, hit the sack. But getting up early the next morning I logged on as one dude on MH, who's sent me about 20 messages there and had texted me said he wanted to hook up early that morning: FLAKE (but no surprise there.) But on a4a another guy came on pretty aggressively, despite my saying I only had an hour and needed it to be quick. I made it clear he'd need to be cleaned out and out in an hour. Next thing I knew he said he'd be there in 20 minutes.
Mid 50s; tall, fleshy but wears it well. A great kisser and we soon were naked and fell on to the bed. I was task oriented and was soon sucking his cock and then eating his ass. His cock was about 6" but thick. He loved being rimmed and soon I was teasing his ass. While I teased him I slightly penetrated him throughout (I was in about 2") and he started to murmur he wanted a condom. I pulled off several times to rim him some more and resumed. Not being a creep, I didn't shove in, but this guy clearly wanted just that. However, as he protested more about needing a condom I pulled out, rolled over, and pulled him on top of me. He was straddling my coc, and suddenly jumped up to grab a condom.
I'd figured, in advance, that this was going to be condom time. Doing the math, I figured I wouldn't cum. I had to explain to the guy not to just roll the condom on to me, but to lube my cock first and then to put some lube inside the condom (my class in condom 101.) However, I decided to make the best of it: soon I was in him, and his being tight combined with a well lubed condom was making my cock sing (albeit, a faint, and somewhat off key song.) But my balls were in harmony with my cock and I was thinking this might happen. But every time I was getting into the groove the dude had to switch positions (grrr.) And then, he said "just don't cum in me" (meaning, don't cum into the condom covering your cock while you are fucking me.) Well, fuck that!
It might have happened after 40 minutes or so, but I was getting frustrated and didn't have the desire or time to turn this into a morning. The second time he admonished me "just don't cum in me" I rolled over onto my side, pulled off the condom and said "I want to cum." So I put up with some cursory kissing (the buzz was killed and the kissing was no longer connected to the experience for me.) I was now into a mechanical jerk off in and effort to eject the guy from my room. So, dutifully my cock gave up it's load and then he was inspired to cum. Yawn. I quickly said "would you like to shower?"
After he dressed and left (he was a bit chatty and I sped up the conversation and nicely, but firmly, ushered him out of the room) but the entire occasion was pretty flat. It confirmed my transcendent belief that if you can't do something well then don't do it at all.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Playing Him Like a Fiddle
Last week's married dude with the then dirty butt sent me a couple of emails asking if I'd like to hook up again. I was mildly surprised as I imagined he might be really freaked about how dirty, awkward, and just plain tawdry our encounter was last Saturday. However, I'd been really mellow about it and indicated I was willing to host some time. My read on this is that the guy is married, super discrete, and rarely is invited anywhere to comfortably get fucked. Also, I do have a nice sized cock.
Anyway, I responded last night that I could probably host today, but wanted to check in with him in the morning. My boy had a clear itch as I found messages from him at 12:30 a.m. and then again at 9:15 a.m. It did my ego good. He offered to meet again at his sister's empty apartment for some mutual sucking if I couldn't host after all (no way; not again...)
The Arab had indicated he'd be free this morning as well. We keep missing each other, and it's weird because some times he responds to texts and other times he doesn't. Fair enough; the guy is single and I know he gets other action (a couple of hook ups ago he'd talked about fucking a younger guy in his sling, and when I was showering after we'd played I noticed condom wrappers in the bathroom trash/interesting as the Arab and I have always barebacked...but then, I digress...) I logged into a4a this morning ~ 9:30 before responding to the buff married dude. He wasn't on; yesterday I'd texted him without getting a response, so it never occurred to me to text again (he just left me a message on a4a indicating that he'd been waiting for me to call: go figure.)
Well, I wrote the married dude and we engaged in a bit of email ping pong; it was 9:30 and he wanted to come right over. I was still in my robe and drinking coffee after having retrieved the paper. Besides showering, hosting required a bit of house prep; he was talking about coming here to shower first which wasn't thrilling me (I'd offered to let him shower here, but wasn't envisioning it getting that complicated and wasn't enthralled with the thought of him cleaning out in my shower.) He said he could go home first and shower, which I encouraged him to do; we settled on an hour and a half later.
He showed and it was a bit awkward and mechanical until he stripped and got his glasses off. This guy needed direction, yet at the same time I didn't want to throw him off. So I got down and started to suck his dick. He was fully hard from the start this time, and the guy's cock is actually a nice size besides being the ideal prototype in shape: 7" long, probably 4.5" thick and simply beautifully tapered. It was a mouthful but very throatable. I was enjoying it and he was lying back, but it occurred to me I was reversing the roles here and didn't want to mess up what could be a good ongoing thing. So I pulled off and asked him what he liked to do; he said to suck and to 69.
Well, he sucks well enough and clearly loves my cock. Getting sucked works for me sometimes, but we are talking a very inhibited dude who doesn't like to kiss/or is afraid to try. I told him to get on his knees and to suck my cock while I ate his ass; the position didn't allow for my tongue to get in his ass while he sucked me so I was restricted to massaging his anus while he sucked and playing with his balls. While he was over me I was checking out the long, dense hair in his arm pits (woof) and the fact that he manscapes (lol/I find it hilarious when married guys do that.) He simply has a very fine body; flat stomach, taut calves, thighs, arms, but not overly muscled.
He sucked me for awhile but then got up and laid flat on his stomach and murmurred "come on daddy" (there was no conversation up until that point.) So I proceeded to give him a killer rim job, which he was enjoying. But he started to get vocal when I lined my cock head up against his hole and grasped it with his hand and then pushed back and sighed with alot of pleasure when it penetrated him. He kept pushing back even though it was just spit and it kept going forward. I was giving him some short jabs, but eased out, grabbed the lube and prepped his ass and my cock and then started to slide into him.
Okay, this guy loves to have a cock in him; he started to moan and sigh with increasing pleasure and volume the more I pushed into him. I was taking it easy as I don't think this guy gets fucked too often and I wanted him to enjoy it. His ass felt great; what I found interesting was how incredibly warm his back was as I pressed my chest against it. I got to study him and this guy is not good looking/clearly had serious acne for awhile, and has wiry/not attractive receding hair. Not ugly, but the vgl self image is clearly a function of a nice bod, not a handsome face (now, he's not ugly or anything either.)
I was really doing my utmost to push his buttons, and was pulling back and massaging his prostate with my cock head; he was thrashing and kicking the bed in pleasure and wrapped his calves around mine; it felt hot to feel his feet rubbing against mine as he groaned. He was grasping the pillows and rocking back and forth. Eventually I had him on his side; I never completely thrust into him because I could tell when I had about 6" in him he was maxed out; if I'd gone balls keep for some long dicking it would have broken the spell. He reached for his cock and I told him to hold off/that I'd get him off.
For me the control of fucking this guy was the whole experience; I was really enjoying how he'd abandoned himself and was letting go; he was moaning "I love your big cock in my ass". It felt great but I didn't feel a load coming up because I was factoring that he wasn't going to let me shoot in him (later when he begged me to cum I asked where and he said "just not in me" confirming that conclusion) and I was dreading what I might find if I pulled out. He started to moan he was going to cum and I was enjoying the fact that he might shoot his load without touching his dick (I've had guys do that several times, but not in awhile.) It was pretty clear I was working this guy's prostate and was in a state of pleasant torture.
I could tell I wasn't going to cum this way: we weren't kissing, he smelled entirely of bar soap, and I was going to need to pull out, and he was telling me he was getting sore. So I evaluated the situation for what it was: I was getting to fuck a really hot bodied dude, and that was banquet enough. He started to moan again that I was going to make him cum and I encouraged him to let it go. He grasped his cock and stroked while I fucked him and then started to spasm. He wanted me to pull out but I encouraged him to just lie there, to decompress and enjoy the after glow, and then to let me very gradually ease it out. I did and my cock was clean (whew...of course last week he'd straddled me and shoved down till I was balls deep in him.) He was ready to jump up and I encouraged him to just lie back for a sec to catch his breath. However, I also realized this is an inhibited dude, so then quickly said "feel free to jump in the shower". Once he's shot his load I could see the wheels turning and he was feeling really awkward about the situation; fair enough. Eventually he'll come to peace with what he needs and what he's doing.
He came out of the shower and I left him alone to dress. Soon he was out of the bedroom and I walked him to the door; he almost bent over to kiss me but I could see him catch himself mentally. We shook hands, he thanked me for hosting, and I wished him a nice weekend and encouraged him to keep in touch. We'll see.
I still haven't cum; the Arab is busy with some function right now and indicates he might be free at 3 but has to leave for work at 5. Hmm. I might just need to take matters into hand.
Anyway, I responded last night that I could probably host today, but wanted to check in with him in the morning. My boy had a clear itch as I found messages from him at 12:30 a.m. and then again at 9:15 a.m. It did my ego good. He offered to meet again at his sister's empty apartment for some mutual sucking if I couldn't host after all (no way; not again...)
The Arab had indicated he'd be free this morning as well. We keep missing each other, and it's weird because some times he responds to texts and other times he doesn't. Fair enough; the guy is single and I know he gets other action (a couple of hook ups ago he'd talked about fucking a younger guy in his sling, and when I was showering after we'd played I noticed condom wrappers in the bathroom trash/interesting as the Arab and I have always barebacked...but then, I digress...) I logged into a4a this morning ~ 9:30 before responding to the buff married dude. He wasn't on; yesterday I'd texted him without getting a response, so it never occurred to me to text again (he just left me a message on a4a indicating that he'd been waiting for me to call: go figure.)
Well, I wrote the married dude and we engaged in a bit of email ping pong; it was 9:30 and he wanted to come right over. I was still in my robe and drinking coffee after having retrieved the paper. Besides showering, hosting required a bit of house prep; he was talking about coming here to shower first which wasn't thrilling me (I'd offered to let him shower here, but wasn't envisioning it getting that complicated and wasn't enthralled with the thought of him cleaning out in my shower.) He said he could go home first and shower, which I encouraged him to do; we settled on an hour and a half later.
He showed and it was a bit awkward and mechanical until he stripped and got his glasses off. This guy needed direction, yet at the same time I didn't want to throw him off. So I got down and started to suck his dick. He was fully hard from the start this time, and the guy's cock is actually a nice size besides being the ideal prototype in shape: 7" long, probably 4.5" thick and simply beautifully tapered. It was a mouthful but very throatable. I was enjoying it and he was lying back, but it occurred to me I was reversing the roles here and didn't want to mess up what could be a good ongoing thing. So I pulled off and asked him what he liked to do; he said to suck and to 69.
Well, he sucks well enough and clearly loves my cock. Getting sucked works for me sometimes, but we are talking a very inhibited dude who doesn't like to kiss/or is afraid to try. I told him to get on his knees and to suck my cock while I ate his ass; the position didn't allow for my tongue to get in his ass while he sucked me so I was restricted to massaging his anus while he sucked and playing with his balls. While he was over me I was checking out the long, dense hair in his arm pits (woof) and the fact that he manscapes (lol/I find it hilarious when married guys do that.) He simply has a very fine body; flat stomach, taut calves, thighs, arms, but not overly muscled.
He sucked me for awhile but then got up and laid flat on his stomach and murmurred "come on daddy" (there was no conversation up until that point.) So I proceeded to give him a killer rim job, which he was enjoying. But he started to get vocal when I lined my cock head up against his hole and grasped it with his hand and then pushed back and sighed with alot of pleasure when it penetrated him. He kept pushing back even though it was just spit and it kept going forward. I was giving him some short jabs, but eased out, grabbed the lube and prepped his ass and my cock and then started to slide into him.
Okay, this guy loves to have a cock in him; he started to moan and sigh with increasing pleasure and volume the more I pushed into him. I was taking it easy as I don't think this guy gets fucked too often and I wanted him to enjoy it. His ass felt great; what I found interesting was how incredibly warm his back was as I pressed my chest against it. I got to study him and this guy is not good looking/clearly had serious acne for awhile, and has wiry/not attractive receding hair. Not ugly, but the vgl self image is clearly a function of a nice bod, not a handsome face (now, he's not ugly or anything either.)
I was really doing my utmost to push his buttons, and was pulling back and massaging his prostate with my cock head; he was thrashing and kicking the bed in pleasure and wrapped his calves around mine; it felt hot to feel his feet rubbing against mine as he groaned. He was grasping the pillows and rocking back and forth. Eventually I had him on his side; I never completely thrust into him because I could tell when I had about 6" in him he was maxed out; if I'd gone balls keep for some long dicking it would have broken the spell. He reached for his cock and I told him to hold off/that I'd get him off.
For me the control of fucking this guy was the whole experience; I was really enjoying how he'd abandoned himself and was letting go; he was moaning "I love your big cock in my ass". It felt great but I didn't feel a load coming up because I was factoring that he wasn't going to let me shoot in him (later when he begged me to cum I asked where and he said "just not in me" confirming that conclusion) and I was dreading what I might find if I pulled out. He started to moan he was going to cum and I was enjoying the fact that he might shoot his load without touching his dick (I've had guys do that several times, but not in awhile.) It was pretty clear I was working this guy's prostate and was in a state of pleasant torture.
I could tell I wasn't going to cum this way: we weren't kissing, he smelled entirely of bar soap, and I was going to need to pull out, and he was telling me he was getting sore. So I evaluated the situation for what it was: I was getting to fuck a really hot bodied dude, and that was banquet enough. He started to moan again that I was going to make him cum and I encouraged him to let it go. He grasped his cock and stroked while I fucked him and then started to spasm. He wanted me to pull out but I encouraged him to just lie there, to decompress and enjoy the after glow, and then to let me very gradually ease it out. I did and my cock was clean (whew...of course last week he'd straddled me and shoved down till I was balls deep in him.) He was ready to jump up and I encouraged him to just lie back for a sec to catch his breath. However, I also realized this is an inhibited dude, so then quickly said "feel free to jump in the shower". Once he's shot his load I could see the wheels turning and he was feeling really awkward about the situation; fair enough. Eventually he'll come to peace with what he needs and what he's doing.
He came out of the shower and I left him alone to dress. Soon he was out of the bedroom and I walked him to the door; he almost bent over to kiss me but I could see him catch himself mentally. We shook hands, he thanked me for hosting, and I wished him a nice weekend and encouraged him to keep in touch. We'll see.
I still haven't cum; the Arab is busy with some function right now and indicates he might be free at 3 but has to leave for work at 5. Hmm. I might just need to take matters into hand.
Cuddle Cub
The older bear/cub that I connected with late Saturday was off Wednesday. I had to work, but had a respectable hiatus before I needed to get home. So, I arranged to meet him at 5 for task oriented hour or so.
He was clothed this time when I arrived, and seemed shyer than when I last arrived. But he greeted me with a kiss, shooed his dog away, and led me into the bedroom. We commenced the awkward process of making out and groping each other while simultaneously attempting to strip. He draped a quilt over the bedspread and we proceeded to drop onto it naked and to begin to explore.
Since this guy is, allegedly, a relatively novice bottom again I took it s l o w. He wanted to make out and he's a phenomenal kisser, so it worked for me. I figured the more we made out and the more foreplay the less tense he'd be and the more he'd relax and his body would willingly accept my cock.
He's chunky, but has a delightful, tight, bubble butt that I really enjoyed eating (okay, let's face it readers: I like to rim period.) And, it was great to lightly graze his bod with my fingertips. His calves and thighs are firm and thick, he has defined biceps, and all have a fine layer of dense, but not too wiry hair. He's just nice to touch. He liked having his armpits nuzzled, but while he didn't seem to have deodorant on, they exuded a tremendous aroma of scented soap. He's quick to jump in the shower after sex, so he's another guy that's hyper about being clean (frankly, I don't think a little sweat is unhygenic, much less toxic. But then, I like the natural scent of a clean, healthy man.) Suffice it to say that this guy assures that he is devoid of any possible musk.
Well, he enjoyed sucking my cock; this time I didn't get to his at all (but it's not very big, and not a particular thrill to play with, other than to listen to him sigh with pleasure sucking it.) I focused my attention on working his nipples and rimming him. He was super wet from my rimming and I teased his hole with the head of my cock for a long time, and then pressed against him. It entered, but I realized that for a neophyte that if I pushed it all in he might get gunshy about being fucked (again.) So I pulled out, grabbed the lube, and then literally glided into him.
Again, I felt like I'd cum immediately. But he was really enjoying it and was being a power bottom, pushing back and fucking himself with my cock. Since we were both enjoying it I held off, and then went into that period of wanting to cum and wondering whether the opportunity had passed (when you have limited time this jams your head: you're looking at the clock and thinking, I'd better cum by x o'clock or I won't have time to shower and go home, and then that concern kind of takes control of the situation.) I managed to will myself back into just enjoying it, and then I felt it build up (full disclosure: I'd awaken horny as hell, albeit at 5 a.m., and had jerked off that morning.) What I find fascinating about this guy is that when he felt me cumming, this time again he pushed back hard and wanted it deep in him/no inhibition at all, just pure want/need, and no second guessing afterwards or buzz kill interregations about last hiv/std tests. He totally lets go (well, so have I.)
While I was fucking him he was attempting to jerk off; I needed to discourage that; a hand stroking his cock between our stomachs totally throws off my concentration. Perhaps selfish, but I have learned not to let the bottom cum before I do; otherwise in 95% of the situations I won't get to at all. After I shot, and eased out, he was on his back and I was stroking his balls and sucking his nipples till he shot a nice load (he has big balls that are fun to hold/it's like having a warm, hairy, softball in your hands.)
We just cuddled, and then he got quite conversational, and discovered we shared a couple of John Gare's Six Points of Separation. I felt badly because I was enjoying his company but also I needed to get practical about the time and to shower so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me, and to head home.
It was very satisfying; I would like an afternoon of total abandon with this guy. Hopefully sometime soon; as I left I told him to let me know if he wanted an encore and he responded "you know that I do."
He was clothed this time when I arrived, and seemed shyer than when I last arrived. But he greeted me with a kiss, shooed his dog away, and led me into the bedroom. We commenced the awkward process of making out and groping each other while simultaneously attempting to strip. He draped a quilt over the bedspread and we proceeded to drop onto it naked and to begin to explore.
Since this guy is, allegedly, a relatively novice bottom again I took it s l o w. He wanted to make out and he's a phenomenal kisser, so it worked for me. I figured the more we made out and the more foreplay the less tense he'd be and the more he'd relax and his body would willingly accept my cock.
He's chunky, but has a delightful, tight, bubble butt that I really enjoyed eating (okay, let's face it readers: I like to rim period.) And, it was great to lightly graze his bod with my fingertips. His calves and thighs are firm and thick, he has defined biceps, and all have a fine layer of dense, but not too wiry hair. He's just nice to touch. He liked having his armpits nuzzled, but while he didn't seem to have deodorant on, they exuded a tremendous aroma of scented soap. He's quick to jump in the shower after sex, so he's another guy that's hyper about being clean (frankly, I don't think a little sweat is unhygenic, much less toxic. But then, I like the natural scent of a clean, healthy man.) Suffice it to say that this guy assures that he is devoid of any possible musk.
Well, he enjoyed sucking my cock; this time I didn't get to his at all (but it's not very big, and not a particular thrill to play with, other than to listen to him sigh with pleasure sucking it.) I focused my attention on working his nipples and rimming him. He was super wet from my rimming and I teased his hole with the head of my cock for a long time, and then pressed against him. It entered, but I realized that for a neophyte that if I pushed it all in he might get gunshy about being fucked (again.) So I pulled out, grabbed the lube, and then literally glided into him.
Again, I felt like I'd cum immediately. But he was really enjoying it and was being a power bottom, pushing back and fucking himself with my cock. Since we were both enjoying it I held off, and then went into that period of wanting to cum and wondering whether the opportunity had passed (when you have limited time this jams your head: you're looking at the clock and thinking, I'd better cum by x o'clock or I won't have time to shower and go home, and then that concern kind of takes control of the situation.) I managed to will myself back into just enjoying it, and then I felt it build up (full disclosure: I'd awaken horny as hell, albeit at 5 a.m., and had jerked off that morning.) What I find fascinating about this guy is that when he felt me cumming, this time again he pushed back hard and wanted it deep in him/no inhibition at all, just pure want/need, and no second guessing afterwards or buzz kill interregations about last hiv/std tests. He totally lets go (well, so have I.)
While I was fucking him he was attempting to jerk off; I needed to discourage that; a hand stroking his cock between our stomachs totally throws off my concentration. Perhaps selfish, but I have learned not to let the bottom cum before I do; otherwise in 95% of the situations I won't get to at all. After I shot, and eased out, he was on his back and I was stroking his balls and sucking his nipples till he shot a nice load (he has big balls that are fun to hold/it's like having a warm, hairy, softball in your hands.)
We just cuddled, and then he got quite conversational, and discovered we shared a couple of John Gare's Six Points of Separation. I felt badly because I was enjoying his company but also I needed to get practical about the time and to shower so that dogs and cats wouldn't follow me, and to head home.
It was very satisfying; I would like an afternoon of total abandon with this guy. Hopefully sometime soon; as I left I told him to let me know if he wanted an encore and he responded "you know that I do."
Monday, December 3, 2012
Kiss Your Boy When You Cum!
After work tonight I had an encore with the Asian American guy I connected with late last week. His roommates are still out of town and, since one normally works from home, he was anxious to maximize this rare opportunity to discreetly host. And, why would I pass up such an opportunity?
Unfortunately, yesterday wasn't conducive for me (he has Sunday/Monday off) but he was game for late afternoon. So I actually had an excuse to leave work on time and headed out at 4:50/I felt reckless and free. His place is only 20 minutes away and an easy direct drive, so before I knew it I was walking in where he greeted me in red briefs. He's pretty meticulous about personal hygiene and wanted to know exactly when I was getting in the car so that he could jump in the shower just before I arrived (a seeming contradiction with the fact that he likes to get bred, but is grossed out by the towel with cum on it afterwards. It's interesting how individual minds work...)
We had plenty of time this evening, so it was nice and relaxed. He laid back on the bed and stroked himself while he watched me undress and then beckoned me to join him in bed. His mood was almost feline: Thursday he was aggressive and the situation was often primal; tonight he wanted to cuddle, make out, and caress. Worked for me!
While I really enjoyed it, I was thrown off by how passionate he was. I realized tonight his saying "suck my cock" was more pig talk than directive, but he did start off by directing me to lick his nipples (I found out he doesn't like them nibbled on.) He loves having his armpits nuzzled and they have nice long hair (yes, he's Asian American/otherwise pretty smooth except for a tiny bit of very wiry thigh hair.) He really got into sucking my cock ("my ass is hungry for this cock"), but is a bit daunted by it's size (okay, it's respectable, but I am not John Holmes) and loved my sucking his ("do you like sucking my cock?") I realized he just needs to periodically utter things/sort of like breathing. I am just more of a heavy breather/it takes all types...
He was shy about, but anxious for me to eat his ass and told me I owned it; it is my ass and he wants to please daddy with it. Works for me. I was inspired and wanted to do all I could to make him pant for my cock. Frankly I was mentally patting myself on the back for the fine rimming I was giving him. He was loving it, but nervous about wanting to get his ass relaxed to take my cock (later he said he thought it still hurt from the fucking I gave him a couple of days ago, and trust me I wasn't rough.) We had plenty of time, and I was really enjoying the banquet leading up to dessert. He told me it was all about pleasing daddy (okay, I have reconciled myself to being a daddy with many guys...)
There was a long period of my teasing his ass with my cock head; lots of lube, and several partial penetrations (well I guess full penetrations, but not the entire insertion of the full length of my cock.) Several times he asked me to pull out and assured me we'd get there, but he needed to get relaxed. I was content; I was licking and stroking him, he wanted to be nuzzled and to make out while my cockhead grazed his anus. It was nice, and since we were taking our time I could appreciate what a beautiful mouth he has and his incredibly nice eyes, which periodically widened when I hit some good spot with my tongue or cock head.
Finally he was at a point of sufficient relaxation; he didn't ever want to be on his belly: he wanted to make full eye contact while fucking. I eased it in and then he directed me to stop: he said "just let it slide in..." And, eventually it did/it actually felt great just holding it in place and having it gradually ease in of his body's own accord.
I realized I needed to chill and not give him full long dicking: it was apparent that when I thrusted the entire thing in it was pretty uncomfortable for him. Of course, he's about 5' 7" and weighs about 135 lb (I held him in my hands and marveled at how tiny his chest was.) He was loving just three or so inches slowly probing him/short jabs. But, this only made sense; I was working his prostate.
He need a couple of rest breaks, more lube (next time I'll bring my variety,which doesn't dry out as readily) and then I needed to persuade him to stop stroking his cock and to wait to stroke off after I came. He agreed but was insistent that when cumming I needed to fuck him hard (which I didn't/I could tell it would kill him.) But after several times of feeling myself getting a groove on and being interrupted to use more lube, or to pull out for a bit, I advised him he'd had me close several times. Getting his hand from around his cock (and between our stomachs) helped alot. I was still only giving him about 4" at a time, but his ass felt great massaging my cock head: I could feel it rising. His eyes widened and said "are you cumming? THEN KISS ME!" I bend down to passionately kiss him and gently pushed farther into him while it pulsed. After I finished spasming I locked eyes with him and asked "are you ready?" and then very gradually inched it out/he slightly winced as the head popped out. We spooned and then he rolled onto his side and while I stroked his nipples and lightly caressed his thighs and chest he stroked and then I saw a load of cum literally shoot about 4" out of his cock (holding true to the little guys shooting big loads stereotype.) It was both substantial and amazing. I asked if he always shot like that and he replied "no, it was all that time you were working my prostate."
We laid back, lightly grazed our fingertips over each other, and chatted and got more casual and relaxed with each other. We also wondered aloud when we'd next be able to connect. I needed to leave, but he insisted on jumping up to shower (my cum was leaking out of his ass) before I left. I rinsed off with a washcloth (and, blush, my dog ran up to me and immediately pressed his nose againts my crotch and vigorously sniffed the moment I walked in the door.)
It was another night for pleasantly spent balls/hurrah!
Unfortunately, yesterday wasn't conducive for me (he has Sunday/Monday off) but he was game for late afternoon. So I actually had an excuse to leave work on time and headed out at 4:50/I felt reckless and free. His place is only 20 minutes away and an easy direct drive, so before I knew it I was walking in where he greeted me in red briefs. He's pretty meticulous about personal hygiene and wanted to know exactly when I was getting in the car so that he could jump in the shower just before I arrived (a seeming contradiction with the fact that he likes to get bred, but is grossed out by the towel with cum on it afterwards. It's interesting how individual minds work...)
We had plenty of time this evening, so it was nice and relaxed. He laid back on the bed and stroked himself while he watched me undress and then beckoned me to join him in bed. His mood was almost feline: Thursday he was aggressive and the situation was often primal; tonight he wanted to cuddle, make out, and caress. Worked for me!
While I really enjoyed it, I was thrown off by how passionate he was. I realized tonight his saying "suck my cock" was more pig talk than directive, but he did start off by directing me to lick his nipples (I found out he doesn't like them nibbled on.) He loves having his armpits nuzzled and they have nice long hair (yes, he's Asian American/otherwise pretty smooth except for a tiny bit of very wiry thigh hair.) He really got into sucking my cock ("my ass is hungry for this cock"), but is a bit daunted by it's size (okay, it's respectable, but I am not John Holmes) and loved my sucking his ("do you like sucking my cock?") I realized he just needs to periodically utter things/sort of like breathing. I am just more of a heavy breather/it takes all types...
He was shy about, but anxious for me to eat his ass and told me I owned it; it is my ass and he wants to please daddy with it. Works for me. I was inspired and wanted to do all I could to make him pant for my cock. Frankly I was mentally patting myself on the back for the fine rimming I was giving him. He was loving it, but nervous about wanting to get his ass relaxed to take my cock (later he said he thought it still hurt from the fucking I gave him a couple of days ago, and trust me I wasn't rough.) We had plenty of time, and I was really enjoying the banquet leading up to dessert. He told me it was all about pleasing daddy (okay, I have reconciled myself to being a daddy with many guys...)
There was a long period of my teasing his ass with my cock head; lots of lube, and several partial penetrations (well I guess full penetrations, but not the entire insertion of the full length of my cock.) Several times he asked me to pull out and assured me we'd get there, but he needed to get relaxed. I was content; I was licking and stroking him, he wanted to be nuzzled and to make out while my cockhead grazed his anus. It was nice, and since we were taking our time I could appreciate what a beautiful mouth he has and his incredibly nice eyes, which periodically widened when I hit some good spot with my tongue or cock head.
Finally he was at a point of sufficient relaxation; he didn't ever want to be on his belly: he wanted to make full eye contact while fucking. I eased it in and then he directed me to stop: he said "just let it slide in..." And, eventually it did/it actually felt great just holding it in place and having it gradually ease in of his body's own accord.
I realized I needed to chill and not give him full long dicking: it was apparent that when I thrusted the entire thing in it was pretty uncomfortable for him. Of course, he's about 5' 7" and weighs about 135 lb (I held him in my hands and marveled at how tiny his chest was.) He was loving just three or so inches slowly probing him/short jabs. But, this only made sense; I was working his prostate.
He need a couple of rest breaks, more lube (next time I'll bring my variety,which doesn't dry out as readily) and then I needed to persuade him to stop stroking his cock and to wait to stroke off after I came. He agreed but was insistent that when cumming I needed to fuck him hard (which I didn't/I could tell it would kill him.) But after several times of feeling myself getting a groove on and being interrupted to use more lube, or to pull out for a bit, I advised him he'd had me close several times. Getting his hand from around his cock (and between our stomachs) helped alot. I was still only giving him about 4" at a time, but his ass felt great massaging my cock head: I could feel it rising. His eyes widened and said "are you cumming? THEN KISS ME!" I bend down to passionately kiss him and gently pushed farther into him while it pulsed. After I finished spasming I locked eyes with him and asked "are you ready?" and then very gradually inched it out/he slightly winced as the head popped out. We spooned and then he rolled onto his side and while I stroked his nipples and lightly caressed his thighs and chest he stroked and then I saw a load of cum literally shoot about 4" out of his cock (holding true to the little guys shooting big loads stereotype.) It was both substantial and amazing. I asked if he always shot like that and he replied "no, it was all that time you were working my prostate."
We laid back, lightly grazed our fingertips over each other, and chatted and got more casual and relaxed with each other. We also wondered aloud when we'd next be able to connect. I needed to leave, but he insisted on jumping up to shower (my cum was leaking out of his ass) before I left. I rinsed off with a washcloth (and, blush, my dog ran up to me and immediately pressed his nose againts my crotch and vigorously sniffed the moment I walked in the door.)
It was another night for pleasantly spent balls/hurrah!
Just Not Feeling It
Yesterday Man Number One was an encore encounter with the Piano Man (referenced in earlier postings.) While I don't like to host I agreed to yesterday; he can't host and I offered, though I think I'd have preferred to motel it again.
When he arrived he needed to run to the bathroom and audibly expelled some water, which made feel a bit ill (I understand the physiology and appreciate the effort; though I don't like to hear it.) He was anxious to make out, which is normally my preference, but yesterday it just seemed excessive. I don't know where my head was, but it wasn't floating my boat for a change. Perhaps familarity breeds contempt (excuse the pun) but I wasn't feeling "turned on" and I'd expected to be; it has been a couple of weeks since we last fucked.
From the minute he got in the door I really just wanted to fuck him. I'd awaken horny as hell and really wanted to get straight to fucking, but he'd driven 15 miles, and I wanted to make him feel good as well. In retrospect, perhaps it would have been better and hotter if I'd just told him that I was so horny I needed to get right to the main course.
Anyway, I was into giving him head and, fortunately, the water he'd expelled had been clear so his ass was nice and clean, and just a tad musky. I was really into eating it. However, as his grunts of pleasure were keeping me going, he's occasionally blurt out some nonsequitur question in his normal somewhat high mellifluous voice, which broke the spell "is that rain?" (no, it was my heating system, which blows the heat out of the ceiling/granted, it was a rainy day, but was that an essential question when you are getting your ass eaten?) I rose and lined up my cock to rub against his ass and he was anxious for lube/fair enough, but it started to get mechanical: he next needed to get the poppers (I really hate them, but I am not getting fucked...)
I started to fuck him, but it was really wet, he wasn't very tight, and I was getting that "it's going to be a long time if it ever happens" feeling. Also he tends to really sweat during sex, making it even wetter. Periodically I was getting into a groove and could feel my load starting to build and he'd want to switch positions (grrr.) Spell again broken. Needed to reach for the poppers again/again spell broken. It was starting to become work.
At a certain point I said I needed a break and told him that it was too wet. I wiped off my cock and his ass, and then pushed back into him; he grunted from the greater friction, but there was no way I was going to use more lube. He was now on his back and it was feeling good, but he was making some kind of bizarre facial expressions (eyes bulging) to convey how much he was enjoying it. He also was hungry to make out throughout it, to an extent that became distracting. Finally, I decided to close my eyes and concentrated on my cock. That did the trick, I then felt it spurting out and a sense of relief, if not tremendous pleasure. Fortunately he was really enjoying it. He rolled onto his back and responded "the best ever". Not hardly, from my perspective.
I was still hard and he swarmed down onto my cock and sucked it into his mouth (kink points for that) and started to give me one of his killer blow jobs. However, another load wasn't on the horizon for awhile. I pushed him back and started to suck his nipples and to play with his balls, urging him along by saying we needed to get him off too. It took forever (yes, the damned poppers came out again) and then, with ample spasming he shot his load. It was ambundent and he rubbed it on his stomach, which was hot.
Weirdly, I just wasn't feeling the scene, so, after a brief interval said "would you like to shower?" He did. I then sat awkwardly in a robe, waiting for him to leave and for me to shower. He came out and was very chatty as he dressed. I felt shitty as I just wasn't in the mood; I wanted him to leave and while polite I mostly smiled and responded monosyllabically ( "really" "wow") and didn't prolong the conversation with questions, but very subtly ushered him to the door. A chaste kiss; thanks/goodbye.
I felt like a heel but I did try to get him off, and did try to engage, but didn't feel like I was all there. Afterwards I got a nice message from him on a4a and responded with a thanks and my regrets about being a bit tense about hosting. He responded warmly and graciously, but I really didn't feel as if I'd been especially gracious. Perhaps if we have a month hiatus it will be better. Or, perhaps, this has just run its course.
When he arrived he needed to run to the bathroom and audibly expelled some water, which made feel a bit ill (I understand the physiology and appreciate the effort; though I don't like to hear it.) He was anxious to make out, which is normally my preference, but yesterday it just seemed excessive. I don't know where my head was, but it wasn't floating my boat for a change. Perhaps familarity breeds contempt (excuse the pun) but I wasn't feeling "turned on" and I'd expected to be; it has been a couple of weeks since we last fucked.
From the minute he got in the door I really just wanted to fuck him. I'd awaken horny as hell and really wanted to get straight to fucking, but he'd driven 15 miles, and I wanted to make him feel good as well. In retrospect, perhaps it would have been better and hotter if I'd just told him that I was so horny I needed to get right to the main course.
Anyway, I was into giving him head and, fortunately, the water he'd expelled had been clear so his ass was nice and clean, and just a tad musky. I was really into eating it. However, as his grunts of pleasure were keeping me going, he's occasionally blurt out some nonsequitur question in his normal somewhat high mellifluous voice, which broke the spell "is that rain?" (no, it was my heating system, which blows the heat out of the ceiling/granted, it was a rainy day, but was that an essential question when you are getting your ass eaten?) I rose and lined up my cock to rub against his ass and he was anxious for lube/fair enough, but it started to get mechanical: he next needed to get the poppers (I really hate them, but I am not getting fucked...)
I started to fuck him, but it was really wet, he wasn't very tight, and I was getting that "it's going to be a long time if it ever happens" feeling. Also he tends to really sweat during sex, making it even wetter. Periodically I was getting into a groove and could feel my load starting to build and he'd want to switch positions (grrr.) Spell again broken. Needed to reach for the poppers again/again spell broken. It was starting to become work.
At a certain point I said I needed a break and told him that it was too wet. I wiped off my cock and his ass, and then pushed back into him; he grunted from the greater friction, but there was no way I was going to use more lube. He was now on his back and it was feeling good, but he was making some kind of bizarre facial expressions (eyes bulging) to convey how much he was enjoying it. He also was hungry to make out throughout it, to an extent that became distracting. Finally, I decided to close my eyes and concentrated on my cock. That did the trick, I then felt it spurting out and a sense of relief, if not tremendous pleasure. Fortunately he was really enjoying it. He rolled onto his back and responded "the best ever". Not hardly, from my perspective.
I was still hard and he swarmed down onto my cock and sucked it into his mouth (kink points for that) and started to give me one of his killer blow jobs. However, another load wasn't on the horizon for awhile. I pushed him back and started to suck his nipples and to play with his balls, urging him along by saying we needed to get him off too. It took forever (yes, the damned poppers came out again) and then, with ample spasming he shot his load. It was ambundent and he rubbed it on his stomach, which was hot.
Weirdly, I just wasn't feeling the scene, so, after a brief interval said "would you like to shower?" He did. I then sat awkwardly in a robe, waiting for him to leave and for me to shower. He came out and was very chatty as he dressed. I felt shitty as I just wasn't in the mood; I wanted him to leave and while polite I mostly smiled and responded monosyllabically ( "really" "wow") and didn't prolong the conversation with questions, but very subtly ushered him to the door. A chaste kiss; thanks/goodbye.
I felt like a heel but I did try to get him off, and did try to engage, but didn't feel like I was all there. Afterwards I got a nice message from him on a4a and responded with a thanks and my regrets about being a bit tense about hosting. He responded warmly and graciously, but I really didn't feel as if I'd been especially gracious. Perhaps if we have a month hiatus it will be better. Or, perhaps, this has just run its course.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Dirty Married Butt
The second installment of my slutty Saturday here.
Well, today after I'd connected with the Piano Man I found a message from today's Man Number Two who had responded last week to my CL ad, almost simultaneous with a message from Man Number Three. So I scanned my email and was reminded of last week's message ping pong with him.
The title of the response was "vgl bottom here". Frankly the "vgl" always annoys me; describing yourself as "very good looking" is arrogant and conveys a sort of macho swagger I find tiring. Let me figure out if you are good looking or not; good looking is pretty relative. However, when I went through the messages I also found he'd included a body pic:
Well, today after I'd connected with the Piano Man I found a message from today's Man Number Two who had responded last week to my CL ad, almost simultaneous with a message from Man Number Three. So I scanned my email and was reminded of last week's message ping pong with him.
The title of the response was "vgl bottom here". Frankly the "vgl" always annoys me; describing yourself as "very good looking" is arrogant and conveys a sort of macho swagger I find tiring. Let me figure out if you are good looking or not; good looking is pretty relative. However, when I went through the messages I also found he'd included a body pic:
He added that he was 5' 11", 155 lb. and muscular. The pic definitely looked hot. So I thought, what the heck but responded I was more of a silver daddy and not muscular or buff. He was okay with that. Being a bottom he liked my description and, quite frankly, it appeared that primarily he wanted to feel my big cock up his ass.
Last week he'd indicated we could meet at a rental property of his sister's in a blue collar town to the north. It's an okayish town, one I don't troll too often, so I was moderately interested. However, he then wrote back that he couldn't get the keys, and I forgot about him entirely.
Today he wrote and indicated he had the keys to a place in a toney town just next door. I knew exactly where he meant and it is about 15 minutes away. So I was totally cool with it. He wanted to meet at a church parking lot and to have me follow him. While I figured there was flake potential, at least I'd be in a nice area and able to come back home quickly if he didn't show.
However, he did arrive. When he pulled in I thought he looked older than the 43 he described. Greying at the temples and, unshaven, his stubble was grey also. He does look sinewy, but I wouldn't call him vgl at all. Wiry hair, combed back and receding, large glasses. He looks okay, but not distinguished. You wouldn't lust after him seeing him walking down the street. But he does have a nice smile. Clearly a professional type in a the North Face sort of way, down to the black VW Fox he was driving. I imagine he skis regularly.
Well I followed him to an empty condo; it was weird as he was nervous about our being seen by the neighbors in the adjacent units, though the likelihood seemed slim. He shared that he was married and discreet. I'd imagined that based on his arrangements for where we were hooking up.
He stripped and definitely does have a fine bod; he clearly spends alot of time in the gym and looks like he might swim as well. Zero body fat; a tiny tight little butt. His bod, for sure, is vgl, though he added at least an inch to his height in his description. He has a nice cock, but while well shaped it appeared pretty small. However, it definitely grew to nice size when engorged.
It was awkward and weird to stand in an empty, carpeted bedroom and to mutually stroke. But I was there in a "why the heck not try it mood" with low expectations. We held our cocks together and got into some mutual stroking and he knelt down and sucked mine and I sucked his. Again, the shape of his is great. Then I asked him if he liked to get rimmed; he seemed surprised that I asked, and responded "sure if you like to do that". I almost laughed; the attitude was almost as if he was doing me a favor.
Well he was showered and his anus was clean and I ate his ass and he was clearly enjoying it. I pulled off and the next thing I knew he was straddling me and taking it up his ass, which astonished me. I figured this was going to be a wrapped experience and had condoms in my jeans. However, I was psyched that instead this would be skin to skin. I knew he wasn't that wet, and he was grimacing as he pushed down; fortunately I had brought lube as well, which I fished out of my pants. Still he was tight as hell and grimaced as he skewered himself with my cock, moaning "you're really big". However, he loved it and was riding up and down it like a pogo stick. His face went from grimacing in pain to pleasure: he was stretched now and the big head was massaging his guts nicely.
It was okay, but being straddled is not my favorite position and doesn't allow me to do the fucking, so I asked if he'd like to try getting on his knees. I also know the other guy ultimately enjoys it more when I am in control of the action. Well that required pulling out of him and my olafactory senses immediately went on alert: he's gotten my cock dirty and it smelled; however the dude also had it all inside him and his ass is pretty small, so I'd surely passed the second sphincter. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom and found toilet paper and I wiped a bit off; I assumed that would end it, but he wanted me back in, and stood while I pushed into him. It was awkward fucking him standing and I recommended he put his hands against the wall, but he was worried about marks so, connected, we hobbled together into the adjacent bathroom.
His ass felt nice, but this wasn't satisfying and it was just plain sleazy and weird. However, I felt like I could cum, and when I asked him where he wanted me to, he indicated the sink. He started to vigorously work his cock and then I saw him spew an amazing amount of cum into the sink we were leaning against. My cock had come out and it was really pretty gross; we could both smell the stink and he was doing alot of wiping of his ass and I was wiping off my shit covered cock. I asked if there was any soap and he remembered some downstairs in the kitchen, but needed to get dressed (the shades were up) to get it. Fortunately there were paper towels and hand soap, so I was able to clean up a little. However, I never got off/he wasn't being a prick, but considering how dirty he got me it was logical that we both just wanted to move on.
When I got home I tapped him a response saying he had a nice cock and a nice ass and that, perhaps, I'd host him some time. (I figure he's married, discreet, and sane, so a reasonable risk. Also, I'd enjoy fucking him in a bed and savoring it, with towels and soap and water readily at hand in case he ended up dirty. However, this is the downside of playing with married or usually "straight" bottoms; they think shoving a finger up there while showering will do the job sufficiently. Perhaps it might if they are bottoming for an average sized cock, but mine is long and this guy wanted it as deep as possible (hint married men: Fleet enema/disposable --she'll never know.) He wrote back complimenting my dick (aw shucks partner, that's so sweet of you...) and saying he'd gladly like to do it again. We'll see. I must admit I liked the bod and would like to get horizontal in some proper furniture (read: a bed) and to give him a proper fuck. Who knows, maybe he'd take the load.
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