Okay, I recognize that many of these titles are cheesy, but they are intentionally provocative to entice you to read the latest entry. And, sorry, no pic this time.
So for several weeks, or more, this late 40s guy has been checking me out on a4a. He's a versatile bottom and describes himself as an Italian with a great ass. (I know, how could it get better?) Salt and pepper hair and beard, and very fit, though he also describes himself as a bear.
Today he wanted to know what I was up to, then when I indicated I would be free he was iffy about it. Off on/on off. A bit tedious and some message ping pong with what I interpreted as intentional interludes when he didn't open the messages. Okay, not being sanctimonious, but realized he was evaluating his options. I wrote back saying if I got the chance I was looking forward to giving him a l o n g rim job, and the next thing I knew was he was giving me his address.
It's in a neighboring town that I find an immense pain in the ass to navigate (the pun is entirely unintentional) and I got lost heading home once again (one of those charming situations where the road you drove in on only heads in one direction, and then you are finding yourself disoriented, in a worn down in the heels neighborhood, and pissing away alot of time and energy trying to figure out how the hell to get home.)
Getting there was quick and easy. And, as I pulled up to his house by pure coincidence he walked out the door. This guy is actually all dude and I was astonished that he was 48. He mountain bikes (the bike was next to the bed) helping to explain his firm, meaty, well developed ass. As we went inside he quickly led me into his bedroom. Total boy here: no art on the walls, barely any furniture, and cardboard boxes storing various things, but all clean and neat. Once in his bedroom he pulled off his pants and laid face down with his bare ass, framed by a jock, sticking up. Well, nothing shy or retiring about this boy. Without a word he let me know what I was there to do.
Well, he has a fine ass, and while clean this guy has serious man musk going. He was very vocal and really really into having his ass eaten for a long time. He'd asked me to bring lube, leading me to make some unfounded assumptions. After my eating his ass for a long time I asked if he'd like me to tease it with my cock and he responded with alacrity "yes, I love that!". So I was rubbing it with the head of my cock, and teasing it, and he was pushing back groaning about what a great cock I have. This went on for quite awhile, and I was definitely a couple of inches in him. Then he suddenly pulled back and said "you were almost inside!" He referred to jerking off with me teasing his ass and I asked if he wanted to get fucked, resulting in his asking whether I had a condom.
Now, I went into this expecting the strong possibility of a condom, but not because he listed "safe sex only" in his profile. Most guys who like it bare state that (correspondingly requiring that you carefully tuning your bs director when guys insist that they are neg.) So, I asked if I needed to run out to the car (he'd come out before I'd had a chance to rummage through my trunk for where I keep them.) He searched his bathroom and came back with a Magnum (to my relief. )
I suggested we keep playing before fucking, and got him on his back learning why he had the magnum condom. This boy has a big dick; easily as big as mine. One of those cocks you simply love to hold: warm, thick, long, with a big head. I asked if he liked to get sucked, then went down on him and fingered his hole at the same time. He was very vocal. I sucked his balls and made him pull his legs up to eat his ass some more and asked him if he wanted it teased some more. I stroked our cocks together and then pushed against his hole. I sucked and chewed his nipples and licked his pits, making him sigh "I love that".
Eventually we were both back to playing a don't ask/don't tell game. I eased into him and he again said "ooh there, I like spot" and was pushing back against me until he had it all inside him. I was fucking him bare and he was very affirming, and after awhile he pulled back and said "you were almost in again". Come on! This happened a couple of times and I asked what he wanted. He said he'd be more comfortable if I donned the condom and fucked him. Fair enough.
It actually felt good fucking him with a condom; clearly not as stupendous as skin to skin, but this was working for me. He was really enjoying it, and really wanted to stroke off and grasped his cock. I was deep in him. He has a nice dusting of ink back hair on his chest and flat belly and soon he was cumming. A normal orgasm, not porn star pyrotechnics so his chest hair didn't end up saturated like I expected/it sort of just oozed out of his big piss slit and a small amount ran down his cock. This guy wasn't into reciprocation in a big way, so I asked if he wanted to see me cum (he'd started off the communication by inviting me to come over to stroke off on his face.) He encouraged me to shoot all over his chest.
Well, on my knees isn't how I typically rub one out and I don't cum quickly. I was stroking and feeling good but not optimistic about cumming. Simulantaneously I was fingering his balls,and started to finger his hole making him sigh with encouragement. I bent down, rimmed him some more, licked his balls and cock and then the switch went off in my head. He could sense the change and encouraged me to shoot my load on his asshole, which I did. Okay, now there was a disconnect there for me/to insist on a condom after awhile but then want my load on his anus? I guess he rationalized that it was "outside". I guess that is marginally safer; if it works for his mental health, great.
He has a great temperment and was upbeat and thanked me for making it a "perfect Saturday" and allowing him to stay at home tonight without feeling restless. I was glad to oblige. He's indicated he was still learning to be a bottom (not surprising with that cock of his.) I offered to be a tutor. We'll see if there is an encore. Right now I am savoring the aroma of my stache and beard, which are saturated with his musk.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
A Hot Slab of Man
Today I assumed was going to be a rub one out day. I was alone, but hadn't planned ahead. Holiday weeks are typically slim pickings; everyone is busy.
Well, I had this message on a4a from some guy who'd been (apparently) lusting after me (read: my cock) for over two years. He's married, and could host. He had a serious itch he wanted
me to scratch.
Okay, this guy is apparently 60 (you'd never guess it) but hot. He's honest: he stated that his cock is 5" (it is. and surrounded by a lovely, dense, bush of pubes. It's also uncut.) He told me he was psyched he might actually get my cock which he'd been hungry for. Well talk about ego boost!
It took seemingly forever to get to his house at the far end of the next town. No highway connection, just densely packed local roads. Too many rights and lefts (I got lost en route home.) But I arrived.
He was giddy that I was there. And this dude looks no older than 48/hardly 60. He's a passionate kisser and I was able to run my fingers down his crack while we embraced (he was going commando) while he groped the cock he hoped to meet. (Later he remarked, you always get to play with this? <my cock>. I assured him I take it with me wherever I go.) I liked the kissing; the dude is cute, and passionate. But he eventually pulled off and said "let's go upstairs." How could I refuse?
Okay, as he stripped I was again thinking "how am I so lucky?" Defined pecs; defined biceps (this guy is fucking 60!) Washboard stomach. Small cock but hot. He warned me he'd cum at the drop of a hat. He was very anxious to suck my cock, and he was damn good. He kept sucking my nipples (which does zero for me) but I didn't have the heart to tell him that doesn't do it for me; he was too fucking psyched. He pulled off and told me how much he wanted my cock in his ass, and that he was likely to hold off from a spastic orgasm if I was inside him.
Well, I needed to eat that ass. And what a lovely ass (I still have its musk in my stache and beard), I really worked it: nice/defined but relatively flat. He was in heaven; so was I. I had my tongue as far in him as I could get it. I had him first on his back with his legs pulled up; then on his knees. I asked him to go flat and then he spurted his load (I reached under him and grasped his dick and then licked my fingers. I didn't want to freak him out but I definitely wanted a taste, and it was good...)
I worried it might be done, but went back to his ass and started to rim him some more; he was so psyched. And then I started to massage his crack and hole with my cock head. He was growling with pleasure. After a while he asked for a condom; I resumed alternating between eating him and teasing him. Eventually I was about 2 inches into him as we both pretended I hadn't penetrated him. But he again asked for a condom and I rolled over and got my lube (Wet as opposed to the nasty Astroglide he had, and Magnum Trojans I carry. Circulation is important to me...) I wet myself, the inside of the condom, and lubed his ass/he begged me to finger him.
Soon I was inside him. Bareback sex has nearly ruined condom sex for me; I could barely feel anything. But I was loving his body; I was loving him thrusting back; I was loving his legs thrusting up and back down thrashing in pleasure; I was lovely wrapping my arms around his chest and entwining my fingers in his callused hard working hands.
I encouraged him to straddle me after I'd gotten him on his back and fucked and made out with him on his back (his legs were soon tired.) As we dismounted the condom was nasty; he didn't freak. We grabbed a towel, wiped off, I donned a new condom. He rode me and stroked off a second load. It was hot (I never got to suck his dick, which was disappointing.) He was spent; I encouraged him to dismount. But this guy isn't an asshole. Besides his offering me a glass of wine or something to drink about 47 times, he was also worried about my getting off. I asked him if he was done when he was done, and he said yes. I said, okay, but asked him to lie next to me. And he leaned over and kissed me. And I said "this is what I meant" and made out with him/this hot hot man, this passionate macho stud was banquet enough. I didn't need to bareback and breed his hole. It was enough to explore his fine body and to pleasure him. As we kissed my load shot out of my cock up to my nipples. He was impressed/I felt good/it was nice.
He was cool, but I knew he needed me to go (his wife couldn't have been too long away.) We kissed several times; I talked about reconnecting, which he's indirectly approached after shooting his second load. I indicated I'd be willing to host; he perked up/surprised. We kissed more passionately and I left with the promise and intention of this happening again. I like this man.
Well, I had this message on a4a from some guy who'd been (apparently) lusting after me (read: my cock) for over two years. He's married, and could host. He had a serious itch he wanted
me to scratch.Okay, this guy is apparently 60 (you'd never guess it) but hot. He's honest: he stated that his cock is 5" (it is. and surrounded by a lovely, dense, bush of pubes. It's also uncut.) He told me he was psyched he might actually get my cock which he'd been hungry for. Well talk about ego boost!
It took seemingly forever to get to his house at the far end of the next town. No highway connection, just densely packed local roads. Too many rights and lefts (I got lost en route home.) But I arrived.
He was giddy that I was there. And this dude looks no older than 48/hardly 60. He's a passionate kisser and I was able to run my fingers down his crack while we embraced (he was going commando) while he groped the cock he hoped to meet. (Later he remarked, you always get to play with this? <my cock>. I assured him I take it with me wherever I go.) I liked the kissing; the dude is cute, and passionate. But he eventually pulled off and said "let's go upstairs." How could I refuse?
Okay, as he stripped I was again thinking "how am I so lucky?" Defined pecs; defined biceps (this guy is fucking 60!) Washboard stomach. Small cock but hot. He warned me he'd cum at the drop of a hat. He was very anxious to suck my cock, and he was damn good. He kept sucking my nipples (which does zero for me) but I didn't have the heart to tell him that doesn't do it for me; he was too fucking psyched. He pulled off and told me how much he wanted my cock in his ass, and that he was likely to hold off from a spastic orgasm if I was inside him.
Well, I needed to eat that ass. And what a lovely ass (I still have its musk in my stache and beard), I really worked it: nice/defined but relatively flat. He was in heaven; so was I. I had my tongue as far in him as I could get it. I had him first on his back with his legs pulled up; then on his knees. I asked him to go flat and then he spurted his load (I reached under him and grasped his dick and then licked my fingers. I didn't want to freak him out but I definitely wanted a taste, and it was good...)
I worried it might be done, but went back to his ass and started to rim him some more; he was so psyched. And then I started to massage his crack and hole with my cock head. He was growling with pleasure. After a while he asked for a condom; I resumed alternating between eating him and teasing him. Eventually I was about 2 inches into him as we both pretended I hadn't penetrated him. But he again asked for a condom and I rolled over and got my lube (Wet as opposed to the nasty Astroglide he had, and Magnum Trojans I carry. Circulation is important to me...) I wet myself, the inside of the condom, and lubed his ass/he begged me to finger him.
Soon I was inside him. Bareback sex has nearly ruined condom sex for me; I could barely feel anything. But I was loving his body; I was loving him thrusting back; I was loving his legs thrusting up and back down thrashing in pleasure; I was lovely wrapping my arms around his chest and entwining my fingers in his callused hard working hands.
I encouraged him to straddle me after I'd gotten him on his back and fucked and made out with him on his back (his legs were soon tired.) As we dismounted the condom was nasty; he didn't freak. We grabbed a towel, wiped off, I donned a new condom. He rode me and stroked off a second load. It was hot (I never got to suck his dick, which was disappointing.) He was spent; I encouraged him to dismount. But this guy isn't an asshole. Besides his offering me a glass of wine or something to drink about 47 times, he was also worried about my getting off. I asked him if he was done when he was done, and he said yes. I said, okay, but asked him to lie next to me. And he leaned over and kissed me. And I said "this is what I meant" and made out with him/this hot hot man, this passionate macho stud was banquet enough. I didn't need to bareback and breed his hole. It was enough to explore his fine body and to pleasure him. As we kissed my load shot out of my cock up to my nipples. He was impressed/I felt good/it was nice.
He was cool, but I knew he needed me to go (his wife couldn't have been too long away.) We kissed several times; I talked about reconnecting, which he's indirectly approached after shooting his second load. I indicated I'd be willing to host; he perked up/surprised. We kissed more passionately and I left with the promise and intention of this happening again. I like this man.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Rubbed Raw
Earlier this week I hooked up with the older cub guy again. He's incredibly sweet and cute: he gives off really positive energy. Unfortunately he's typically only available on weekdays, which is a drag as I have to hightail it from work to his place and only have limited time before I need to be home.
For a guy who claims to have only been fucked a few times before me (okay, this guy is 51 and gay/what's the likelihood of that unless he's been a top?) he loves getting fucked.
I really love his body. He has thick muscular calves and thighs covered with wiry hair (sort of like a terrier.) This time he was really anxious to get fucked and rolled over when we got on the bed and pushed his back against me. I usually don't want to rush the bottom, but it was definitely working for me, so went to town and gave him a fine rim job (sweet, tight, cute little ass) and grabbed the Wet and slowly slid into him. Well, my boy for an alleged relative novice was thrusting back against me and taking it all with gusto/he was loving it and I got him on his side with his thigh pushed up against his chest and I was balls deep/he had it all.
Now stupidly --again-- I'd beaten off that morning, and I was tired that afternoon, so my cum didn't seem to be perculating. However, when I only have limited time (and he has a fucking grandfather clock that was reminding me every 15 minutes how much time had passed) I start to feel like I am making a deadline, instead of fully savoring the experience and allowing my orgasm to arise spontaneously. But, I started to get my rhythm and I was ready for it to build and shoot and then his fucking heating system went on and a vent blew hot air directly on me for five minutes. Weird as that sounds, it blew my concentration and frustrated as hell I eased out and said I needed a break.
We both cuddled and made out, me stroking him while he stroked me, and then he went down on me. Now the kinky side of me is seriously turned on by a bottom who doesn't hestitate to suck my cock after it's just been in his ass (even better if he sucks it right after I've shot into his ass.) Now, when we first connected via CL he approached me to suck and was hesitant about bottoming. And, with my being focused on topping him he'd really never gone down on me much. Well, I then discovered that this guy can really suck! Damn it was good, and I normally don't care much for being sucked, but this man has serious talent at it. He was really savoring my cock and working my balls. It was pretty obvious to me that I could cum lying back, but I let him know I now wanted to be back inside him. I could see his ambivalence as he reluctantly stopped sucking me; he goes to sucking like a fish to water. I could see him doing the math: take his load into my mouth or my ass?
What was also great (besides the kink element that stoked my libido) was that he'd sucked all the lube off my cock. When I went back into him there wasn't alot of moisture and there was serious skin to skin friction. He was grunting with serious pleasure though, and I was loving it, but I worried about him getting sore. However, from the feedback it didn't sound like he cared/he was getting what he wanted and seemed to be in hog heaven. And then all the pieces of the puzzle came together and I started to spurt, causing him to growl "a silent cummer, huh? Well I know because I can feel it!" and he thrust his ass back against me hard. It was fine.
Well, the sand was running out of my hour glass, so I showered, and reluctantly left. I am hoping we get to connect again soon as I am off till the 2nd (woo hoo!) He indicated he'd be free Monday, so I might just have to run out and get some stocking stuffers that morning (stuff his stocking/okay cheesy, but I couldn't resist.) This marked our third hook up/if we connect on Monday I think we are in the fuck buddy category.
For a guy who claims to have only been fucked a few times before me (okay, this guy is 51 and gay/what's the likelihood of that unless he's been a top?) he loves getting fucked.
I really love his body. He has thick muscular calves and thighs covered with wiry hair (sort of like a terrier.) This time he was really anxious to get fucked and rolled over when we got on the bed and pushed his back against me. I usually don't want to rush the bottom, but it was definitely working for me, so went to town and gave him a fine rim job (sweet, tight, cute little ass) and grabbed the Wet and slowly slid into him. Well, my boy for an alleged relative novice was thrusting back against me and taking it all with gusto/he was loving it and I got him on his side with his thigh pushed up against his chest and I was balls deep/he had it all.
Now stupidly --again-- I'd beaten off that morning, and I was tired that afternoon, so my cum didn't seem to be perculating. However, when I only have limited time (and he has a fucking grandfather clock that was reminding me every 15 minutes how much time had passed) I start to feel like I am making a deadline, instead of fully savoring the experience and allowing my orgasm to arise spontaneously. But, I started to get my rhythm and I was ready for it to build and shoot and then his fucking heating system went on and a vent blew hot air directly on me for five minutes. Weird as that sounds, it blew my concentration and frustrated as hell I eased out and said I needed a break.
We both cuddled and made out, me stroking him while he stroked me, and then he went down on me. Now the kinky side of me is seriously turned on by a bottom who doesn't hestitate to suck my cock after it's just been in his ass (even better if he sucks it right after I've shot into his ass.) Now, when we first connected via CL he approached me to suck and was hesitant about bottoming. And, with my being focused on topping him he'd really never gone down on me much. Well, I then discovered that this guy can really suck! Damn it was good, and I normally don't care much for being sucked, but this man has serious talent at it. He was really savoring my cock and working my balls. It was pretty obvious to me that I could cum lying back, but I let him know I now wanted to be back inside him. I could see his ambivalence as he reluctantly stopped sucking me; he goes to sucking like a fish to water. I could see him doing the math: take his load into my mouth or my ass?
What was also great (besides the kink element that stoked my libido) was that he'd sucked all the lube off my cock. When I went back into him there wasn't alot of moisture and there was serious skin to skin friction. He was grunting with serious pleasure though, and I was loving it, but I worried about him getting sore. However, from the feedback it didn't sound like he cared/he was getting what he wanted and seemed to be in hog heaven. And then all the pieces of the puzzle came together and I started to spurt, causing him to growl "a silent cummer, huh? Well I know because I can feel it!" and he thrust his ass back against me hard. It was fine.
Well, the sand was running out of my hour glass, so I showered, and reluctantly left. I am hoping we get to connect again soon as I am off till the 2nd (woo hoo!) He indicated he'd be free Monday, so I might just have to run out and get some stocking stuffers that morning (stuff his stocking/okay cheesy, but I couldn't resist.) This marked our third hook up/if we connect on Monday I think we are in the fuck buddy category.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Thirsty Ass
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.
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.
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."
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