I heard the expression mud ass first on the Dave Chappelle show. Little did I know I'd become more intimately acquainted with that phrase in subsequent years (pardon the pun.)
On my last trip after the "dork" wasn't able to join me I was wound up and wanted to fuck something fierce. So after a lot of on line ping pong this guy from about 40 minutes came on to me. He was incredulous that I wasn't available the next day (I had to work and also, unknown to him, had two other guys lined up) and was flying home on Sunday. So he regretfully indicated that we'd have to hook up my next visit. I responded I was sorry he wasn't available then. He wrote back: call me now/I'm on call and I'll say I got called in. I played along; he is apparently married.
I was intrigued because as we first exchanged messages he asked if I fucked bare; I was direct but indicated I was cautious. That was all he needed to read. I indicated he should clean out at home, and he responded he'd need to at my hotel. Okay: I wasn't thrilled about that, but he was interested.
When he arrived he looked to be a solid middle class middle aged guy. Hardly the slut he seemed on line, but then I have learned not to judge books by their covers (people initially think I am very conservative and reserved. Good; I don't like to show my hand.) Well he went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open, started to prep. That grossed me out; I figured locker room type of behavior and that he'd probably been military; maybe still was. Unceremonially he threw the Fleet bottle into the trash where it loudly rattled. I really didn't want to get that involved in him flushing out. He flushed and then walked out in a mock leopard jockstrap (which was pretty ludicrous.) I suggested he jump into the shower; I wasn't convinced a purge was equivalent to getting clean.
Fortunately he took a seemingly eternal shower, which reassured me. Then he returned in the ridiculous jock strap, which he fortunately soon took off. We made out a bit and then I went down on him. He was wired for sound because as I gave him head and simultaneously stroked his rod he started to thrash and I could feel his balls throb as he erupted in orgasm. I took it in my mouth and he was lying back anxiously waiting with his mouth open to snowball. Okay, this was a live one.
Soon I had him on his ass and it seemed and smelled clean so I started to eat him; shortly afterward I was pushing against his hole and in him. He grunted with pleasure and thrust back and we got into a nice rhythm.
Now this was while I was still sick and my cock and balls weren't communicating; but that night they were in harmony again. And his ass felt good; too good. Silky even; too good. I thought, I've been down this road before and I don't think this is just the lube. And then my olafactory senses kicked in; not good; I partially withdrew and saw a serious mess. I very very carefully disengaged myself and got up; made sure he didn't move; grabbed a towel and advised him he needed to get back in the shower. I cleaned myself at the sink and it was a major project. Having changed diapers I am logical about these things, but was frustrated. This guy clearly didn't do an effective job (like lying on the floor to administer the purge so that it totally worked. Okay, too much information here.)
He exited the shower and started to get dressed, but my greedy side kicked in. I'd almost cum and I wanted to do so, so I asked if he wanted to give it another shot. He did. We went at it again and this guy wanted a hard fast fuck full of deep thrusts. Then deja vu. I directed him back to the shower; we were burning through towels.
Round three and I was seeing light at the end of the tunnel and my load rose and spurted out. Good thing; not as bad as before but this was the end of my towels as I sent him back into the shower. Miraculously we hadn't destroyed the bed; still I left housekeeping a big tip the next day for contending with the mountain of distressed towels. The event was psychically as well as physically dirty; I've been lucky but this really grossed me out. I mean, occasionally you get a skid mark; we know how the machinery works, but this was just plain nasty.
Well I played with three regulars after who know how to clean out (the Filipino boy said he flushed out five times, just to be sure.) But I am traveling again and this gorgeous Mexican American kid came on to me.
He's come on to me before but the distance wasn't realistic. Tonight I am in his home town and he was persistent. I was just into reading (well, who am I kidding; I was also logged into the sites) and he really wanted to connect. He's fresh and damned nice on the eyes so I said yes (actually I had two young Latino guys hitting on me simultaneously but I got a better vibe from this guy and he was the older of the two, being in his late 20s.)
Anyway, he wanted to come straight over and shower here. Having been recently around that block I made it clear that I wanted him to prep at home and to totally flush out. We made a date but I was concerned because he was giving himself about 40 minutes to prep and I know it usually takes longer.
Well he arrived and is a fucking beautiful man. Man was he hungry for it; this boy had a serious itch he needed to get scratched. Taller than me, but when his shorts came down I was surprised by his small cock: it is gorgeous but about 5" and probably 3.5 around. Uncut though, beautifully shaped and carmel colored (actually he's all carmel colored with thick wavy hair and long eyelashes and a very nice bod.)
He was shy about kissing at first but once he saw my cock he wanted to kiss. We made out, I sucked his dick a bit (which wasn't his need or interest) and ate his ass. It was all good. Then he pushed back as I rubbed his ass with my cockhead and impaled himself. All good; we was crying out with need but I wanted to prolong this and got him on his hands and knees sucking me while I ate his ass.
Soon he was straddling me and sliding down on my cock and gasping with desire.
Well he wanted a fast rough fuck and it was good, but I got him on his stomach, which worked fine, and then he wanted it doggie style. It was feeling great (this guy was another safe sex guy who put it in bare and never talked condom; he wanted my load in fact.) He has a nice fine ass, and a nice fine bod and it was sweet. I was in deep; and then my olafactory senses kicked in and I smelled trouble. Deja vu.
I carefully disengaged and made sure he didn't violate the sheets. Then we both headed to the bathroom and cleaned up. He wanted at it again; I should have called it quits then, but the greed kicked in. I started fucking him again, but intellectually I should have known it would quickly end up gross. However, he didn't "give a shit" (ahem) and while I fucked his increasingly dirty ass and he furiously beat off. He collapsed on the towel I'd fortunately put under him and then I saw it was a train wreck. I jumped up and went into the bathroom; I advised him to shower up.
Well he took a long leisurely time, and came out and then grabbed his shorts and said he'd love to do it again and was sorry he hadn't taken longer to clean out following a volleyball game. He begged me to keep his phone number and said he was sore but really anxious to play again. So the guy is clueless. I hadn't cum and was both pissed he wasn't at least offering to somehow get me off, and relieved as the experience left mewanting me to get rid of him. The guy simply didn't know better; he wasn't attempting to be an asshole though he was succeeding. I guess he figured I got to fuck him bareback and that I'd gotten my share (and, maybe he thought I came, but I suspect that was an after thought.)
At least the bed sheets are unmarked and I still have clean sheets for the morning. However, hereafter I am going to be damned careful when someone isn't prepped and wants to come over in 30 minutes. It's just not worth it.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Splat
Well les balls and Mr. Cock are in dialog once again, to my immense relief (and release...) On Friday night I hooked up with a guy (to be discussed in another entry) and my cock head and balls agreed to spew a load into him.
Saturday, before I headed home I hooked up with two guys I'd played with throughout the week. Early afternoon I connected with the short, smooth, muscle bear (kind of weird to be calling a smooth guy a bear, but that's what he is, besides having a body you could bounce a quarter off.)
After making out and giving his ass a good eating, I eased in and decided to dispense with the acrobatics and to give him a traditional, all about me, fuck. I wrapped my arms around him and got into some serious rhythmic thrusting for a long long time. Didn't change position, didn't ease him onto his side, just pushed him flat and wrapped my arms around him and focused on the old in/out.
Actually it wasn't just about me; he was loving it as confirmed by him moaning and continually grunting "fuck me" "Fuck me" "fuck Me" "FUCK ME". We were rubbing our feet together and my cock began to sing enjoying his warm silky smoothness as I thrust back and forth stretching him open. It felt great and like it would happen, but the switch wasn't flipping. So, I did what usually works when I feel over stimulated: I eased out and we cuddled and made out for awhile. Then I pushed him flat and resumed; that did the trick and after some more steady fucking for awhile I felt the connection and a noteworthy load spewed up out of me and into him. He clamped down hard and squeezed me for all he was worth (fortunately his guts aren't as muscular as his bod or he'd have crushed my cock.) I laid on top of him and grew soft and it eased out.
We then rolled onto our sides and cuddled some more, and then spooned and I grew hard again. He pushed me flat and straddled me and taking me all in started to vigorously stroke and spewed his load, some of it shooting past my head and audibly making a splatting sound when it hit the pillow. I scooped up what was on my chest and licked my fingers, and then urged him up to let me suck his softening cock. He dove down to make out with me; after all these years we finally figured out that we both like to snowball. It was a hot way to end, as I probably won't see him again for a year. He's fun: upbeat, cheerful, and is totally into no strings sex. While he packs some serious meat he refers to my cock as "the monster." He's partnered and I am guessing he's the top in that relationship and reserves my visits to explore his bottom side.
Well, in true slut mode, I had a date with the German that evening. I knew I wasn't cumming in him (he was going through angst about barebacking, though came back twice for more...) He arrived and, towering over me, began to make out with me. After he was naked and we were rolling around in bed and making out for awhile longer I remembered he'd said he wasn't into kissing before we connected. He was sure converted now. At one point I said, I am going to push you out of your comfort zone and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He is into kissing, but the tongue part isn't quite there yet. Since he's been partnered for over 20 years this perplexes me; he's clearly into sex. Kissing is such a fundamental part of the experience for me I can't figure out guys who don't.
His manscent was certainly pushing my buttons and we rolled around and I worked his ultrasensitive nipples and ate his ass and then, adding some lube, eased into him. It's obvious bottoming isn't his usual role, but he was making up for lost time the three occasions we got together this week. While he liked being fucked laying flat, he needed regular breaks (I was being super patient; I wouldn't classify what we were doing as fucking as there was damned little thrusting going on, more like easing back and forth but it felt soft, warm, tight, and nice.) As soon as I was out of him though he was rolling around and getting on his knees to straddle me; he loved sliding down and riding it at his tempo. He began to furiously fist his cock and then started to spew: shot one hit me directly in the face, shot two went over my head and went splat against the pillow: deja vu! The rest dumped on my chest. He apologized for hitting my face (why apologize? it was hot and a compliment that he was that jazzed.) I wiped up a small amount from the side of my eye and tasted it. However, I realized he'd freak if I licked up the rest, though I did go down on him again after awhile. He had no problem with our embracing and rolling around and both getting covered with his cum though.
We kept at it for 2 1/2 hours and he came three times. He kept playing with my cock, and really wanted me to cum on his chest, as I hadn't cum the previous two nights he visited (he came three times each time, and after the first night was so wound up that he beat off a fourth time when he got home. He has amazing balls.) He was playing a lot with my cock (I need to tutor guys though: a. don't roughly fist it/duh, it's sensitive. b. work the head gents, not the root. Stimulating the head results in orgasm.
It wasn't happening and I knew he was disappointed, so I directed him to get on his knees in front of me and I started to seriously eat his ass and stroked my cock. The fact that I was rimming this incredibly hot hairy guy was in my head as I stroked and my balls got into the mental image and cooperated and I spewed my load. While it wasn't on his chest, he was very pleased to see me shoot.
We cuddled and I fell into a sound sleep with my arms wrapped around his warm hairy chest and drinking in his manscent. He had to wake me up after a while to leave.
I would have liked to have taken the pillow with me (at least the pillow case) but I'd surely get a bill from the hotel. However, I enjoyed the added auditory sensation.
Saturday, before I headed home I hooked up with two guys I'd played with throughout the week. Early afternoon I connected with the short, smooth, muscle bear (kind of weird to be calling a smooth guy a bear, but that's what he is, besides having a body you could bounce a quarter off.)
After making out and giving his ass a good eating, I eased in and decided to dispense with the acrobatics and to give him a traditional, all about me, fuck. I wrapped my arms around him and got into some serious rhythmic thrusting for a long long time. Didn't change position, didn't ease him onto his side, just pushed him flat and wrapped my arms around him and focused on the old in/out.
Actually it wasn't just about me; he was loving it as confirmed by him moaning and continually grunting "fuck me" "Fuck me" "fuck Me" "FUCK ME". We were rubbing our feet together and my cock began to sing enjoying his warm silky smoothness as I thrust back and forth stretching him open. It felt great and like it would happen, but the switch wasn't flipping. So, I did what usually works when I feel over stimulated: I eased out and we cuddled and made out for awhile. Then I pushed him flat and resumed; that did the trick and after some more steady fucking for awhile I felt the connection and a noteworthy load spewed up out of me and into him. He clamped down hard and squeezed me for all he was worth (fortunately his guts aren't as muscular as his bod or he'd have crushed my cock.) I laid on top of him and grew soft and it eased out.
We then rolled onto our sides and cuddled some more, and then spooned and I grew hard again. He pushed me flat and straddled me and taking me all in started to vigorously stroke and spewed his load, some of it shooting past my head and audibly making a splatting sound when it hit the pillow. I scooped up what was on my chest and licked my fingers, and then urged him up to let me suck his softening cock. He dove down to make out with me; after all these years we finally figured out that we both like to snowball. It was a hot way to end, as I probably won't see him again for a year. He's fun: upbeat, cheerful, and is totally into no strings sex. While he packs some serious meat he refers to my cock as "the monster." He's partnered and I am guessing he's the top in that relationship and reserves my visits to explore his bottom side.
Well, in true slut mode, I had a date with the German that evening. I knew I wasn't cumming in him (he was going through angst about barebacking, though came back twice for more...) He arrived and, towering over me, began to make out with me. After he was naked and we were rolling around in bed and making out for awhile longer I remembered he'd said he wasn't into kissing before we connected. He was sure converted now. At one point I said, I am going to push you out of your comfort zone and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He is into kissing, but the tongue part isn't quite there yet. Since he's been partnered for over 20 years this perplexes me; he's clearly into sex. Kissing is such a fundamental part of the experience for me I can't figure out guys who don't.
His manscent was certainly pushing my buttons and we rolled around and I worked his ultrasensitive nipples and ate his ass and then, adding some lube, eased into him. It's obvious bottoming isn't his usual role, but he was making up for lost time the three occasions we got together this week. While he liked being fucked laying flat, he needed regular breaks (I was being super patient; I wouldn't classify what we were doing as fucking as there was damned little thrusting going on, more like easing back and forth but it felt soft, warm, tight, and nice.) As soon as I was out of him though he was rolling around and getting on his knees to straddle me; he loved sliding down and riding it at his tempo. He began to furiously fist his cock and then started to spew: shot one hit me directly in the face, shot two went over my head and went splat against the pillow: deja vu! The rest dumped on my chest. He apologized for hitting my face (why apologize? it was hot and a compliment that he was that jazzed.) I wiped up a small amount from the side of my eye and tasted it. However, I realized he'd freak if I licked up the rest, though I did go down on him again after awhile. He had no problem with our embracing and rolling around and both getting covered with his cum though.
We kept at it for 2 1/2 hours and he came three times. He kept playing with my cock, and really wanted me to cum on his chest, as I hadn't cum the previous two nights he visited (he came three times each time, and after the first night was so wound up that he beat off a fourth time when he got home. He has amazing balls.) He was playing a lot with my cock (I need to tutor guys though: a. don't roughly fist it/duh, it's sensitive. b. work the head gents, not the root. Stimulating the head results in orgasm.
It wasn't happening and I knew he was disappointed, so I directed him to get on his knees in front of me and I started to seriously eat his ass and stroked my cock. The fact that I was rimming this incredibly hot hairy guy was in my head as I stroked and my balls got into the mental image and cooperated and I spewed my load. While it wasn't on his chest, he was very pleased to see me shoot.
We cuddled and I fell into a sound sleep with my arms wrapped around his warm hairy chest and drinking in his manscent. He had to wake me up after a while to leave.
I would have liked to have taken the pillow with me (at least the pillow case) but I'd surely get a bill from the hotel. However, I enjoyed the added auditory sensation.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
dork?
Growing up on the East Coast I was tangentially familiar with Yiddish and always knew that putz was the inverse of schmuck. Putz has a dismissive connotation because it means small dick as opposed to the big, pulsing, self absorbed, angry for action image of a schmuck for which you have begrudging respect. I'd also always heard that dork was synonymous with small dicked, but my quick web search hasn't confirmed that yet so far.
On business trips for the past three years this chunky, muscular guy has come on to me. However, his schedule has never synched with mine so, before this week, we never connected. This trip the guy found me on line and was specific. Smooth, but muscular with padding: I like the latter part so I set up a date. During the appointed time, however, he was running late, didn't know where my hotel was (you map that out in advance dude) and the like. I had to work the following morning, it was passing 8 p.m., I had gone to dinner early and rushed, and I was reading flake. But then I heard a light tap at the door and there he was.
This fellow is definitely built, but chunky: Japanese American: picture a slimmed down sumo wrestler. Shaved head, serious shoulders and thick neck and cut pecs, but with a rounded tummy. Smooth all over (except for the long, black, straight, thick inky pubes that I had found typical of Asian American guys with whom I have played. I find their pubic hair particularly hot. With this fellow I discovered the pubes later.)
A strong, shy, socially awkward fellow who met me with an uncertain smile, was clearly relieved when I grinned back and put my arms around him. He practically purred and was very into making out; I never thought I'd get him to move he was enjoying kissing so much. But I snuck my hand under his shirt and was exploring that muscular torso and pulling his shirt off. Nice, somewhat sensitive nipples: this guy was, however, simply enjoying being touched period.
He was wowed as he got my pants open and explored my junk; I started to pull his shorts down and he embarrassedly said "I'm not the most endowed man."
Now, I know the stereotype of short cocked Asians is bullshit. First, I have fucked a lot of them, and they have always had decent sized cocks/overall the guys I have been with have been in the 5 to 7 inch range, but I have also played with guys who have long thick ones. Logic tells us that the stereotype can't be true with their being 1.2 billion Chinese alone. Asian women surely like cock as much as gay men (well, almost as much...no one enjoys cock as much as a gay dude.) However, this guy appeared to have no cock at all: I saw only a cock head sticking out of his torso/no bullshit.
I thought, oh wow, this is a mess. Well, I figured he might be a great bottom (he'd come to get fucked, but also gave me a laundry list of caveats about his being tight, my taking it slow, his not getting fucked often...) I know knew why he didn't get fucked often: I imagine he gets little (pardon the pun) action.
Well, my determination kicked in: I'd conquer this (less than) a mountain. I'd get him hard/it surely had to get a lot longer. He had to be a grower not a shower.
Alas, at full mast he's three inches and narrow. Poor thing. I got into this pop psychology thing and imagined that's why this shy, soft spoken, seemingly insecure (who wouldn't be insecure with that shrimp?) guy had gotten seriously into lifting. Without question he is big, muscular, and strong. No one would imagine what was under his shorts looking at him. You'd think he was packing 9 based on his bod.
I stroked and sucked and tried to work my magic: he thrashed and sighed. It was clearly a charity case for me at that point. Frustrated I rolled him over onto his stomach and started to eat his ass. Then things changed.
A very nice ass, it was fun to eat. It was clear this boy hasn't been eaten much and he was in ecstasy. Besides his ass tasting good (Boy Scout points for a very clean ass, but in terms of positive stereotypes, Asian Americans are usually squeaky clean). I got up after getting him super relaxed and slack and rubbed my cock up and down his crack, connected with his hole and very gradually pressed against him: pop/penetration. Stayed there. Slowly inched into him. Then he asked if I had a condom.
Yawn.
Well I eased out, ate him some more, and we made out and rolled around, rubbed against each other, and I encouraged him to straddle me. My hard cock was pressing against his ass, and he lifted, directed the cock head against his hole, and slowly impaled himself and slid down it. I just layed there and waited for him. I could feel his guts adjusting around it; small spasms; his heart beat through his intestines. And he slowly lifted himself up and then slid down again. I let him direct the action. Eventually I thrust up with my thighs; he got the message and lifted up a bit so I could do the thrusting. He looked like a five year old with an ice cream cone. He clearly had no interest in a condom now and never mentioned one again; in fact every time I was out of him he was anxious to get my raw cock back up his bare hole as soon as possible.
Eventually I got him on his stomach and took it slow but fucked him flat, doggie, on his side. We rolled around and explored a variety of positions, taking breaks to make out, lick, and stroke. It was nice and my cock felt great taking it's time slowly stretching his smooth, tight, silky hole. He commented "wow; it feels great and doesn't hurt at all! I've never felt like this before! You are so considerate and take your time; no other guy has been like this."
Well this brought out my compassion (and some irritation.) I was determined to make this wonderful for him and periodically eased out to eat his hole for a long time, took breaks for long, languid making out, and massaged his little button (read cockhead) throughout. The irritation was over guys who had just used the poor dude, hurting him and leaving him sore. Jesus; I don't just want to use a guy as a receptacle. Sex should be interaction and you want your partner to be enjoying it as much as you are; to me its two guys striving to bring the greatest pleasure to the other and majorly getting off in the process.
It was warm, comfortable, and very nice. I knew he'd freak if I shot in him and my balls were still defying Mr. Cock (last night they weren't/to be described in a subsequent entry) so I eased out and said I wanted him to get off. His little cock was throbbing at its full three inches and he was stroking (it looked like he was pounding his torso with his fist, actually) and then the copious amounts of cum I expected were saturating his dense pubes (btw, he has an enormous ball sack: all his dna focused on the balls I guess.)
We cuddled and enjoyed the afterglow; he wanted to stay but I had to work and he had a 40 minute drive. He reluctantly dressed and hugged and kissed me at the door and asked "when's next time?"
Last night we were supposed to get together and I was astonished that he cancelled: he had to work late in his family business and I was not into playing at midnight: today is Saturday and I wanted to sleep in but also to get a decent night's sleep as I am going to kick this last bit of lingering cold. I am sorry that it looks like we won't reconnect because he is so sweet and the sex was so warm and intimate, and I'd like to see this guy have another good time with someone who isn't an asshole just out to get off. Hopefully next trip we'll reconnect.
On business trips for the past three years this chunky, muscular guy has come on to me. However, his schedule has never synched with mine so, before this week, we never connected. This trip the guy found me on line and was specific. Smooth, but muscular with padding: I like the latter part so I set up a date. During the appointed time, however, he was running late, didn't know where my hotel was (you map that out in advance dude) and the like. I had to work the following morning, it was passing 8 p.m., I had gone to dinner early and rushed, and I was reading flake. But then I heard a light tap at the door and there he was.
This fellow is definitely built, but chunky: Japanese American: picture a slimmed down sumo wrestler. Shaved head, serious shoulders and thick neck and cut pecs, but with a rounded tummy. Smooth all over (except for the long, black, straight, thick inky pubes that I had found typical of Asian American guys with whom I have played. I find their pubic hair particularly hot. With this fellow I discovered the pubes later.)
A strong, shy, socially awkward fellow who met me with an uncertain smile, was clearly relieved when I grinned back and put my arms around him. He practically purred and was very into making out; I never thought I'd get him to move he was enjoying kissing so much. But I snuck my hand under his shirt and was exploring that muscular torso and pulling his shirt off. Nice, somewhat sensitive nipples: this guy was, however, simply enjoying being touched period.
He was wowed as he got my pants open and explored my junk; I started to pull his shorts down and he embarrassedly said "I'm not the most endowed man."
Now, I know the stereotype of short cocked Asians is bullshit. First, I have fucked a lot of them, and they have always had decent sized cocks/overall the guys I have been with have been in the 5 to 7 inch range, but I have also played with guys who have long thick ones. Logic tells us that the stereotype can't be true with their being 1.2 billion Chinese alone. Asian women surely like cock as much as gay men (well, almost as much...no one enjoys cock as much as a gay dude.) However, this guy appeared to have no cock at all: I saw only a cock head sticking out of his torso/no bullshit.
I thought, oh wow, this is a mess. Well, I figured he might be a great bottom (he'd come to get fucked, but also gave me a laundry list of caveats about his being tight, my taking it slow, his not getting fucked often...) I know knew why he didn't get fucked often: I imagine he gets little (pardon the pun) action.
Well, my determination kicked in: I'd conquer this (less than) a mountain. I'd get him hard/it surely had to get a lot longer. He had to be a grower not a shower.
Alas, at full mast he's three inches and narrow. Poor thing. I got into this pop psychology thing and imagined that's why this shy, soft spoken, seemingly insecure (who wouldn't be insecure with that shrimp?) guy had gotten seriously into lifting. Without question he is big, muscular, and strong. No one would imagine what was under his shorts looking at him. You'd think he was packing 9 based on his bod.
I stroked and sucked and tried to work my magic: he thrashed and sighed. It was clearly a charity case for me at that point. Frustrated I rolled him over onto his stomach and started to eat his ass. Then things changed.
A very nice ass, it was fun to eat. It was clear this boy hasn't been eaten much and he was in ecstasy. Besides his ass tasting good (Boy Scout points for a very clean ass, but in terms of positive stereotypes, Asian Americans are usually squeaky clean). I got up after getting him super relaxed and slack and rubbed my cock up and down his crack, connected with his hole and very gradually pressed against him: pop/penetration. Stayed there. Slowly inched into him. Then he asked if I had a condom.
Yawn.
Well I eased out, ate him some more, and we made out and rolled around, rubbed against each other, and I encouraged him to straddle me. My hard cock was pressing against his ass, and he lifted, directed the cock head against his hole, and slowly impaled himself and slid down it. I just layed there and waited for him. I could feel his guts adjusting around it; small spasms; his heart beat through his intestines. And he slowly lifted himself up and then slid down again. I let him direct the action. Eventually I thrust up with my thighs; he got the message and lifted up a bit so I could do the thrusting. He looked like a five year old with an ice cream cone. He clearly had no interest in a condom now and never mentioned one again; in fact every time I was out of him he was anxious to get my raw cock back up his bare hole as soon as possible.
Eventually I got him on his stomach and took it slow but fucked him flat, doggie, on his side. We rolled around and explored a variety of positions, taking breaks to make out, lick, and stroke. It was nice and my cock felt great taking it's time slowly stretching his smooth, tight, silky hole. He commented "wow; it feels great and doesn't hurt at all! I've never felt like this before! You are so considerate and take your time; no other guy has been like this."
Well this brought out my compassion (and some irritation.) I was determined to make this wonderful for him and periodically eased out to eat his hole for a long time, took breaks for long, languid making out, and massaged his little button (read cockhead) throughout. The irritation was over guys who had just used the poor dude, hurting him and leaving him sore. Jesus; I don't just want to use a guy as a receptacle. Sex should be interaction and you want your partner to be enjoying it as much as you are; to me its two guys striving to bring the greatest pleasure to the other and majorly getting off in the process.
It was warm, comfortable, and very nice. I knew he'd freak if I shot in him and my balls were still defying Mr. Cock (last night they weren't/to be described in a subsequent entry) so I eased out and said I wanted him to get off. His little cock was throbbing at its full three inches and he was stroking (it looked like he was pounding his torso with his fist, actually) and then the copious amounts of cum I expected were saturating his dense pubes (btw, he has an enormous ball sack: all his dna focused on the balls I guess.)
We cuddled and enjoyed the afterglow; he wanted to stay but I had to work and he had a 40 minute drive. He reluctantly dressed and hugged and kissed me at the door and asked "when's next time?"
Last night we were supposed to get together and I was astonished that he cancelled: he had to work late in his family business and I was not into playing at midnight: today is Saturday and I wanted to sleep in but also to get a decent night's sleep as I am going to kick this last bit of lingering cold. I am sorry that it looks like we won't reconnect because he is so sweet and the sex was so warm and intimate, and I'd like to see this guy have another good time with someone who isn't an asshole just out to get off. Hopefully next trip we'll reconnect.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Pungent Deutsch
Traveling again, and I do have several adventures on which to catch up. I have given up on trying to chronicle everything here, so I guess it's just a matter of distinctive experiences and my mood at the time whether I will tap out gory details here.
Last week I ended up succumbing to the inevitable cold I get each fall traveling. Inevitable because flying is traveling in a pretty disgusting tin can in the sky where people hack and cough and the nasties get in the moist air and swarm around and make more nasties and then settle into your lungs. Anyway, I was apparently coming down with it when I was with the boy (and hope he didn't catch it) because when I got home it hit me between the eyes and while I had to drag myself into work. I threw the towel in early a couple of afternoons and headed home to zonk out like Rip Van Winkle: 12+ hours at a time. I doubted whether I'd be able to make this trip but managed to rebound somewhat and am feeling much better, besides an occasional cough or trickle down my throat.
Okay you are asking, what the hell does this have to do with leaving pecker tracks? Well, I was taking cold medicine with that crap pseudoephedrine in it, which I hate, but it dries you out. How it affects me is that it prevents me from cumming for at least a week after I use it/my body apparently retains the shit. Anyway, any type of cold also affects my ability to shoot; I can still get hard as a rock and drip loads of precum, but the balls will not listen to Mr. Cock. It's very frustrating!
So this trip I did score with a long standing fuck buddy, so far twice, and we had marathon raw sex. He's an insatiable bottom and hot: solid muscle and smooth all over (largely Polynesian) with an enormous cock. He had no trouble shooting, especially when I got him on his back to fuck him while he stroked off (he almost had a seizure when I pulled out to suck his cum dripping cock and then wrapped a muscular paw behind my neck to pull his mouth to mine to make out. Score.) But, despite my fucking him from every angle for going on 2 hours (this isn't internet bullshit, it's real. Actually I did wear the skin down on the underside of my cock, which made it pretty sensitive) I couldn't make the switch flip. While he enjoyed getting drilled open (and we have set another date for before I head home) he was also frustrated because he likes to feel me spurt in him and to feel it slowly drip out as he's driving home. Yesterday he gave it his damnest and sucked me for a long time with the hope of coaxing a load out (truth told, it is rare to never that I can cum getting sucked, except for Mr. Molson on the last trip.)
While I really enjoy sex with him, we've been fucking off and on for six years when I visit. And, he's smooth, and I recognize I am cranked by hairy guys. And, while his ass works up some nice musk, he's otherwise devoid of odor (actually he spends over an hour flushing out before he comes here to bottom: you could store food in his ass, it's that clean.)
I did, after an eternity of jerking, manage to coax out a load the night before, which assured me it wasn't broken. And, knowing that I imagined I'd passed a corner yesterday (but did periodically cough and had the occasional nasal drip.) So I employed pop psychology and thought that perhaps familiarity was breeding contempt (oh man, double entrendre and possible mixed metaphor there/borderline cheesy.) And I thought that a hairy Caucasian might just be the trick to getting the lava flowing again.
This hot (from my lens) hairy, bearded white dude, middle aged, has been coming on to me for a couple of days and I decided to invite him to my room. During the preliminary hook up ping pong of messages I admitted my fetish for armpits and manscent (okay guys, for those reading "freak" I simply like an undeodorized guy who regularly showers. I prefer a man's scent, not that of Safeguard or Irish Spring.) He duly noted it and left off the Right Guard when he biked over. Actually the ride made him pretty pungent, which surprised me as he indicated needing to shower before making the trek. When I greeted him at the door his strong manscent hit me before we embraced.
He arrived grinning like a school boy and had a decided accent. I was cool and didn't immediately inquire but when I had him naked I did ask: I'd assumed he was South African or Dutch, but instead he's German.
A nice bod: middle aged padding, but solid underneath and very very furry. Extremely sensitive nipples which made it oh so fun to venture back to them and listen to him gasp, and it was fun to feel him clamp down on me every time I worked them while fucking him.
He advised me that he wasn't much of a kisser, but said he was a sucker for a beard and would give it his best shot. Well, he was giving it a shot long before he got his clothes off. We apparently both majorly pushed each others' buttons.
Much of the time we simply enjoyed hugging and stroking and nuzzling. He went down on me and I savored his rod (uncut in the European tradition.) As I savored probing with my finger under his foreskin it occurred to me that Europeans often have serious body odor. Why I thought? I mean I know that they aren't as soap obsessed as we are, and that they aren't into deodorant overall, but the guy had just come out of the shower. I've gotten down with white Americans after a run and the most they smell is a bit salty. Go figure. Anyway, it worked for me and while stroking, and licking, I was burrowing into his arm pits and getting my beard saturated with his musk, which in no way deterred him from making out.
After a while I did roll him over and sent him into orbit eating his ass. He's partnered (a man) and the sex has largely dried up at home (apparently a random three way on occasion) and this guy needed a tune up. He indicated that he hadn't bottomed in eons, and was nervous about my taking it slow. After I finished with his ass (which, btw, was devoid of any musk whatsoever, interestingly enough) I started to massage his hole with my head and pressing against it both felt it easily slipping in and him pushing back. I gave him only a few inches at a time, and then reached for the lube so he'd enjoy it. Soon I was all the way in, and after a minute or two he was asking for condom. I gradually withdrew and said we should just continue to explore without one and I was good without fucking.
Well, he was seriously wound up by then and while we rolled around and stroked and rubbed and licked, he was soon straddling me and, grasping my dick, lining it against his hole and impaling himself on it. He rode it like a pogo stick for a bit and then asked for a condom again. I pulled out and said I'd like to just explore without fucking.
After awhile we were spooning, and he was pushing his hole against my cock and pulling it into him. Okay you can write the next couple of sentences: asked for condom, I said no thanks, let's just stroke/lick/suck.
Well the boy was hungry and I did roll on a condom, knowing I'd never cum. However, there were moments when I thought I would with it on; I'd definitely known I could cum (then) when I started fucking him without one at first.
After a while I got tired of sawing in and out of him; he was loving it, but all I was getting out of it was the satisfaction of seeing his eyes bulge and listening to him gasp and groan. There was the challenge of skillfully working the dude to give him the maximum pleasure without any discomfort. But I eventually pulled out and peeled off the condom; which he looked at longingly and with some disappointment.
Moments later he was straddling me, my bare cock was in him at his direction and I was thrusting upward. As he was getting into it he called for a condom again. Yawn. This went on several times; the guy was loving getting fucked bare. At one point he begged me to put on a condom so that I'd fuck him and shoot inside him, but I knew we were past the point where I'd cum. Too much stimulation, too much delayed gratification. While my cock was dripping with clear ooze imy balls were saying a firm "no way." So I asked him what he wanted. He was stradding my legs moments later and stroking off and left a nice stream across my chest and stomach. I didn't dare taste it as I knew he'd freak out.
We cuddled and spooned and enjoyed the afterglow. I stayed hard as a rock (illness never affects my ability to get hard) and he was loving my cock pressing against his ass. Yeah, you guessed it, it was soon, condomless, and in his ass again. We rolled around and made out and sucked each others' rods and he was soon on his back pulling me into him and firmly rubbing his cock and shooting another load.
His German determination wouldn't let him give up on my cumming. I finally grew soft, prompting him to play with it again (I could hear my balls saying "give up already, we aren't surrendering." He tried and tried, but somehow he ended up on his back again, with me thrusting in and out and shot load three (I was impressed/ he was in a daze. He protested that his goal had been to get me off, but a hard dick has a mind of it's own, eh?)
It was hot sex and I really enjoyed him. Cumming is just the icing on the cake (quite the metaphor, I know) and I do like icing a lot, but I truly enjoyed sucking and licking, and fucking, as well as smelling the dude. It was better than fine, it was sweet.
We both had to work and he very reluctantly got up and dressed. His partner is out of town and he really wants to play again; he has plans tonight and noted his ass needed to recover, but he'll be back tomorrow night. Maybe my balls will cooperate.
Last week I ended up succumbing to the inevitable cold I get each fall traveling. Inevitable because flying is traveling in a pretty disgusting tin can in the sky where people hack and cough and the nasties get in the moist air and swarm around and make more nasties and then settle into your lungs. Anyway, I was apparently coming down with it when I was with the boy (and hope he didn't catch it) because when I got home it hit me between the eyes and while I had to drag myself into work. I threw the towel in early a couple of afternoons and headed home to zonk out like Rip Van Winkle: 12+ hours at a time. I doubted whether I'd be able to make this trip but managed to rebound somewhat and am feeling much better, besides an occasional cough or trickle down my throat.
Okay you are asking, what the hell does this have to do with leaving pecker tracks? Well, I was taking cold medicine with that crap pseudoephedrine in it, which I hate, but it dries you out. How it affects me is that it prevents me from cumming for at least a week after I use it/my body apparently retains the shit. Anyway, any type of cold also affects my ability to shoot; I can still get hard as a rock and drip loads of precum, but the balls will not listen to Mr. Cock. It's very frustrating!
So this trip I did score with a long standing fuck buddy, so far twice, and we had marathon raw sex. He's an insatiable bottom and hot: solid muscle and smooth all over (largely Polynesian) with an enormous cock. He had no trouble shooting, especially when I got him on his back to fuck him while he stroked off (he almost had a seizure when I pulled out to suck his cum dripping cock and then wrapped a muscular paw behind my neck to pull his mouth to mine to make out. Score.) But, despite my fucking him from every angle for going on 2 hours (this isn't internet bullshit, it's real. Actually I did wear the skin down on the underside of my cock, which made it pretty sensitive) I couldn't make the switch flip. While he enjoyed getting drilled open (and we have set another date for before I head home) he was also frustrated because he likes to feel me spurt in him and to feel it slowly drip out as he's driving home. Yesterday he gave it his damnest and sucked me for a long time with the hope of coaxing a load out (truth told, it is rare to never that I can cum getting sucked, except for Mr. Molson on the last trip.)
While I really enjoy sex with him, we've been fucking off and on for six years when I visit. And, he's smooth, and I recognize I am cranked by hairy guys. And, while his ass works up some nice musk, he's otherwise devoid of odor (actually he spends over an hour flushing out before he comes here to bottom: you could store food in his ass, it's that clean.)
I did, after an eternity of jerking, manage to coax out a load the night before, which assured me it wasn't broken. And, knowing that I imagined I'd passed a corner yesterday (but did periodically cough and had the occasional nasal drip.) So I employed pop psychology and thought that perhaps familiarity was breeding contempt (oh man, double entrendre and possible mixed metaphor there/borderline cheesy.) And I thought that a hairy Caucasian might just be the trick to getting the lava flowing again.
This hot (from my lens) hairy, bearded white dude, middle aged, has been coming on to me for a couple of days and I decided to invite him to my room. During the preliminary hook up ping pong of messages I admitted my fetish for armpits and manscent (okay guys, for those reading "freak" I simply like an undeodorized guy who regularly showers. I prefer a man's scent, not that of Safeguard or Irish Spring.) He duly noted it and left off the Right Guard when he biked over. Actually the ride made him pretty pungent, which surprised me as he indicated needing to shower before making the trek. When I greeted him at the door his strong manscent hit me before we embraced.
He arrived grinning like a school boy and had a decided accent. I was cool and didn't immediately inquire but when I had him naked I did ask: I'd assumed he was South African or Dutch, but instead he's German.
A nice bod: middle aged padding, but solid underneath and very very furry. Extremely sensitive nipples which made it oh so fun to venture back to them and listen to him gasp, and it was fun to feel him clamp down on me every time I worked them while fucking him.
He advised me that he wasn't much of a kisser, but said he was a sucker for a beard and would give it his best shot. Well, he was giving it a shot long before he got his clothes off. We apparently both majorly pushed each others' buttons.
Much of the time we simply enjoyed hugging and stroking and nuzzling. He went down on me and I savored his rod (uncut in the European tradition.) As I savored probing with my finger under his foreskin it occurred to me that Europeans often have serious body odor. Why I thought? I mean I know that they aren't as soap obsessed as we are, and that they aren't into deodorant overall, but the guy had just come out of the shower. I've gotten down with white Americans after a run and the most they smell is a bit salty. Go figure. Anyway, it worked for me and while stroking, and licking, I was burrowing into his arm pits and getting my beard saturated with his musk, which in no way deterred him from making out.
After a while I did roll him over and sent him into orbit eating his ass. He's partnered (a man) and the sex has largely dried up at home (apparently a random three way on occasion) and this guy needed a tune up. He indicated that he hadn't bottomed in eons, and was nervous about my taking it slow. After I finished with his ass (which, btw, was devoid of any musk whatsoever, interestingly enough) I started to massage his hole with my head and pressing against it both felt it easily slipping in and him pushing back. I gave him only a few inches at a time, and then reached for the lube so he'd enjoy it. Soon I was all the way in, and after a minute or two he was asking for condom. I gradually withdrew and said we should just continue to explore without one and I was good without fucking.
Well, he was seriously wound up by then and while we rolled around and stroked and rubbed and licked, he was soon straddling me and, grasping my dick, lining it against his hole and impaling himself on it. He rode it like a pogo stick for a bit and then asked for a condom again. I pulled out and said I'd like to just explore without fucking.
After awhile we were spooning, and he was pushing his hole against my cock and pulling it into him. Okay you can write the next couple of sentences: asked for condom, I said no thanks, let's just stroke/lick/suck.
Well the boy was hungry and I did roll on a condom, knowing I'd never cum. However, there were moments when I thought I would with it on; I'd definitely known I could cum (then) when I started fucking him without one at first.
After a while I got tired of sawing in and out of him; he was loving it, but all I was getting out of it was the satisfaction of seeing his eyes bulge and listening to him gasp and groan. There was the challenge of skillfully working the dude to give him the maximum pleasure without any discomfort. But I eventually pulled out and peeled off the condom; which he looked at longingly and with some disappointment.
Moments later he was straddling me, my bare cock was in him at his direction and I was thrusting upward. As he was getting into it he called for a condom again. Yawn. This went on several times; the guy was loving getting fucked bare. At one point he begged me to put on a condom so that I'd fuck him and shoot inside him, but I knew we were past the point where I'd cum. Too much stimulation, too much delayed gratification. While my cock was dripping with clear ooze imy balls were saying a firm "no way." So I asked him what he wanted. He was stradding my legs moments later and stroking off and left a nice stream across my chest and stomach. I didn't dare taste it as I knew he'd freak out.
We cuddled and spooned and enjoyed the afterglow. I stayed hard as a rock (illness never affects my ability to get hard) and he was loving my cock pressing against his ass. Yeah, you guessed it, it was soon, condomless, and in his ass again. We rolled around and made out and sucked each others' rods and he was soon on his back pulling me into him and firmly rubbing his cock and shooting another load.
His German determination wouldn't let him give up on my cumming. I finally grew soft, prompting him to play with it again (I could hear my balls saying "give up already, we aren't surrendering." He tried and tried, but somehow he ended up on his back again, with me thrusting in and out and shot load three (I was impressed/ he was in a daze. He protested that his goal had been to get me off, but a hard dick has a mind of it's own, eh?)
It was hot sex and I really enjoyed him. Cumming is just the icing on the cake (quite the metaphor, I know) and I do like icing a lot, but I truly enjoyed sucking and licking, and fucking, as well as smelling the dude. It was better than fine, it was sweet.
We both had to work and he very reluctantly got up and dressed. His partner is out of town and he really wants to play again; he has plans tonight and noted his ass needed to recover, but he'll be back tomorrow night. Maybe my balls will cooperate.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Role Playing
I had a cameo appearance in So Cal earlier this week and was able to hook up with "the Boy". Actually, he prefers to be addressed as "son", as he calls me "dad". Previous readers will remember it took me a while to surmount some nausea over this. However, it's his fantasy and I have learned to work with it. This visit I got to understand it a bit better.
As in the past, we wanted to find the door unlocked and the room darkened. I heard him quietly sneak in and looked up to see him stripping; he grinned when our eyes met and he jumped into bed with his shorts on (only for me to promptly rip them off and fling them across the room.)
He was hungry to make out and I enjoyed having my hands explore his smooth body. Except for his pits and bush he's hairless until you get to his thighs, which are dusted with thick course hair. It's a pleasant ying and yang for the fingertips. I was soon fondling his low hanging balls and had my index finger under his foreskin/it was nice to listen to him sigh and feel him thrash as I pleasured him and I was soon sucking his not yet hard cock-- as much attention I devoted to it he still didn't get fully engorged. He was waiting for me to work his g spot, so I flipped him over and started to tongue his ass.
I love eating his ass, nearly as much as I enjoy fucking it. It's taut and only slightly curved, almost flat. It's easy to get my tongue deep in him, and I enjoy listening to him gasp and push back as I push my tongue back and forth. While we've been together many times, this time I noted a disconnect from his voice when asking me if he was making daddy happy, and when he'd change position or jump up to get poppers (his normal voice.) It was the first time that I noted two personnas simultaneously. By then his cock was rock hard.
That night he was in a power bottom mood and mounted me and was riding back and forth on my cock, but worked with me to leave enough room for me to thrust up as he slid down; not my favorite position, but it was nice. He was clearly enjoying it and we kept at it for quite awhile, and then he lifted off and remounted me facing away (ass to my face.) It was a new grip on my cock and it felt sweet as he repeatedly lifted up and then slid back down to impale himself.
Eventually, however, I wanted to do the fucking and got him on his knees. For some reason this night he had acute gut control and was clamping down and squeezing my cock as I thrust in and pulled back. It was pretty amazing. If we'd had started that way I would have shot quickly, but the straddling action, while nice, wasn't massaging my head and kind of put my cock and balls into a neutral: a nice warm, soft, wet sensation, but it wasn't quite the friction that commands my balls to surrender their load. But it was all feeling good, and I knew if he didn't nag me it would come on and he'd get a major load as I hadn't shot in a couple of days.
He was on his knees (again not my favorite position; when I want to deliver the pay load I need to have the guy pinned to the mattress and be thrusting in) but I felt it coming on; he was murmuring about how it has always been his fantasy for daddy to fuck him, and how some day he'd like to have another man and me take turns with him to see who would cum first. That threw off my concentration totally (actually because the possibility sounds somewhat hot.) Then suddenly he made some reference to "when I roll play I'm thinking..." and I realized the complex duality that was going on in his head when we play. For some reason it made it less weird for me.
Well he was soon begging for my load, but by that point my balls were singing and willing to cooperate; I didn't then cum on demand but after some sustained thrusting I felt my balls let go and could tell it was pretty substantial as the spasms lasted quite a long time and he was murmuring about how warm and wet he felt. While I knew he'd want to go for seconds, I realized this was it as I had just returned from the East Coast and was feeling the hour. He must have sensed it because he pressed his back to me and inserted my cock back in his ass as he vigorously stroked off; apparently be shot a huge load because he was frantic about wiping it up so I wouldn't have a wet spot to sleep in (actually it would have been way okay in a kinky way...)
Then he curled up with me and like a puppy put his head on my chest and we caught up. He started to talk about work and to get conceptual and it was comfortable and nice and sweet; us both post orgasm, damp with cum, cuddled together and making regular conversation. We both wanted an encore, yet recognized I was spent and he had a long drive home, so we recognized we'd enjoyed a intense prolonged fuck and that one orgasm each was banquet enough."
As in the past, we wanted to find the door unlocked and the room darkened. I heard him quietly sneak in and looked up to see him stripping; he grinned when our eyes met and he jumped into bed with his shorts on (only for me to promptly rip them off and fling them across the room.)
He was hungry to make out and I enjoyed having my hands explore his smooth body. Except for his pits and bush he's hairless until you get to his thighs, which are dusted with thick course hair. It's a pleasant ying and yang for the fingertips. I was soon fondling his low hanging balls and had my index finger under his foreskin/it was nice to listen to him sigh and feel him thrash as I pleasured him and I was soon sucking his not yet hard cock-- as much attention I devoted to it he still didn't get fully engorged. He was waiting for me to work his g spot, so I flipped him over and started to tongue his ass.
I love eating his ass, nearly as much as I enjoy fucking it. It's taut and only slightly curved, almost flat. It's easy to get my tongue deep in him, and I enjoy listening to him gasp and push back as I push my tongue back and forth. While we've been together many times, this time I noted a disconnect from his voice when asking me if he was making daddy happy, and when he'd change position or jump up to get poppers (his normal voice.) It was the first time that I noted two personnas simultaneously. By then his cock was rock hard.
That night he was in a power bottom mood and mounted me and was riding back and forth on my cock, but worked with me to leave enough room for me to thrust up as he slid down; not my favorite position, but it was nice. He was clearly enjoying it and we kept at it for quite awhile, and then he lifted off and remounted me facing away (ass to my face.) It was a new grip on my cock and it felt sweet as he repeatedly lifted up and then slid back down to impale himself.
Eventually, however, I wanted to do the fucking and got him on his knees. For some reason this night he had acute gut control and was clamping down and squeezing my cock as I thrust in and pulled back. It was pretty amazing. If we'd had started that way I would have shot quickly, but the straddling action, while nice, wasn't massaging my head and kind of put my cock and balls into a neutral: a nice warm, soft, wet sensation, but it wasn't quite the friction that commands my balls to surrender their load. But it was all feeling good, and I knew if he didn't nag me it would come on and he'd get a major load as I hadn't shot in a couple of days.
He was on his knees (again not my favorite position; when I want to deliver the pay load I need to have the guy pinned to the mattress and be thrusting in) but I felt it coming on; he was murmuring about how it has always been his fantasy for daddy to fuck him, and how some day he'd like to have another man and me take turns with him to see who would cum first. That threw off my concentration totally (actually because the possibility sounds somewhat hot.) Then suddenly he made some reference to "when I roll play I'm thinking..." and I realized the complex duality that was going on in his head when we play. For some reason it made it less weird for me.
Well he was soon begging for my load, but by that point my balls were singing and willing to cooperate; I didn't then cum on demand but after some sustained thrusting I felt my balls let go and could tell it was pretty substantial as the spasms lasted quite a long time and he was murmuring about how warm and wet he felt. While I knew he'd want to go for seconds, I realized this was it as I had just returned from the East Coast and was feeling the hour. He must have sensed it because he pressed his back to me and inserted my cock back in his ass as he vigorously stroked off; apparently be shot a huge load because he was frantic about wiping it up so I wouldn't have a wet spot to sleep in (actually it would have been way okay in a kinky way...)
Then he curled up with me and like a puppy put his head on my chest and we caught up. He started to talk about work and to get conceptual and it was comfortable and nice and sweet; us both post orgasm, damp with cum, cuddled together and making regular conversation. We both wanted an encore, yet recognized I was spent and he had a long drive home, so we recognized we'd enjoyed a intense prolonged fuck and that one orgasm each was banquet enough."
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Canadian Bacon
This past week found me up north in Canada and while I was busy, I did manage to work in some m2m time. Two of the adventures were less than satisfying (and one wasn't an adventure but just plain weird; they'll be grist for another entry.) Here I'd like to talk about two hours of mind blowing sex.
This stud came on to me and I do mean stud. Very muscular and cut; as it was probably -2% body fat. Shaved head, clean shaven, and manscapes as I found out as he has a nice dusting of hair but define stubble across his bod. He must take hours evening it out, but he does have an incredible body.
He sent me a message written in the pig talk dialect: apparently usually a top but wanted to get fucked and I inferred (correctly) he wanted to suck cock and to swallow the guy's load. I was skeptical because Mr. Gym Rat and I are not a match in that respect. And, the pig talk was a bit too Brad McGuire for me. But I also realize that my cock makes a hungry hole drool. So we set up a date.
I was busy with work engagements, came back and got a couple of delay messages: still out drinking; at home cleaning out. I was assuming this meant flaking as it was 11 pm but then I heard a tap at the door.
When I opened it this gorgeous grinning guy was standing there; his smile was so warm and genuine I couldn't believe it. He was wearing a nylon Nike long sleeve tee and the guy simply has an amazing body. I expected him to say it wasn't a match and he was heading out. Instead, he pulled me to him and started to make out. And he was insatiable; he was loving making out and couldn't get enough of it. I was wearing a robe and he shyly parted it and started to delicately explore the goods. I decided it was time to get that Nike tee over his head and OMG, just gorgeous.
Now Mr. Stud had no attitude: zero. None of the "I am beautiful and have a bod you can bounce a quarter off of" (you can.) Sweet, nice, and very appreciative of being touched and very very responsive. His nipples are super sensitive, but he kept pulling me back to making out. This guy defines passionate. What was icing on the cake was the rich Canadian lilt in his accent. Definitely the Molson man (who now, apparently, hangs at the gym.)
All I was getting was affirmation from this muscle God; he followed instruction well and his pits were undeodorized (but being squeaky clean in a macho way, despite our going at it for two hours his aroma was faint at best. I'd like to go at them after his morning work out.) It was a lot of groaning and sighing and moaning in an endearing but macho way. He was hot but he was fun; extremely good natured and sweet.
He went for the prize and gave me a nice, wet, sloppy blow job and I could tell he has achieved his goal of throating it from the repeated satisfying gagging noses when I saw his lips buried in my pubes and felt them getting drenched with his spit.
But I wanted at his bod and he was quick to do whatever I asked. I started to work his shaft (shorter than mine but a beautiful shape and heft) and he was clearly loving it but pulled me off and said he hadn't cum in a couple of days and wanted to wait until after I'd fucked him for awhile. So, needing no further invitation, I rolled him onto his stomach and started to feast on his ass.
I don't know if anyone has serviced Mr. Stud properly before. But his ass was a definite feast and I kept at it a genuinely long time, taking breaks to lick his taint and balls and then to suck his hole before pushing my tongue back in. He was pretty vocal and then apologized for being too loud (he really wasn't, but this guy is a class act.) I rolled him over and worked around his cock with my tongue and licked up to his nipples and played with his balls. My goal was to make him crazy with lust and I was succeeding.
After awhile I got him flat on his stomach again and after leaving him wet with my spit started to massage his crack with my cock; when the head met his hole he was dialated and pushed back to meet me and it immediately yielded and sucked me in. I wrapped my arms around him, sucked the back of his neck, started to massage his nipples and very gradually fed it into him. He responded with several spastic shaking spells of pleasure and soon he had it all. I pulled back slowly and finding his prostate was careful to pause and to give it short persistent jabs. If this boy ever tops its a puzzle because he was a total bottom. He couldn't get enough of it.
Well the Invisibleman decided he needed to graduate from the introductory to the 300 Level course. He had some semi seizures as I made him roll onto his side and pull this thigh up for deeper penetration (I realized the soreness potential and kept it to a minimum.) But we did it all; the corkscrew fuck, short gentle jabs followed by random unannounced thrusts, him legs up on his back with his eyes bulging each time I thrust deep. He then said at a certain point: "we didn't discuss this; I am gathering you haven't got a condom on." I ignored the question and continued and he nonverbally responded by pushing back to my thrusts and murmuring, "keep fucking me, don't stop." (Later on he did ask me not to shoot in him, which put my balls on almost permanent hold.)
After the don't cum inside me direction my head changed. I'd been imagining how to make sure I gave him a second load after the first and that clearly wasn't going to happen. But, exploring this dude's fine bod and making out with him was banquet enough; cumming would only be the icing on the cake. So I eased out and said I needed a bit of a break. He started to ask me how he could please me (Jesus dude, you don't realize you are?) He loved it, but was concerned that I was doing all the work (it was hardly work; I was a man with mission.) As I pulled out he was worried about whether he was clean enough and bent down to sniff my cock and pleased with what he found grunted out an yum and swallowed my dick (God I love it when you pull out of a guy and he immediately goes down on you again.) To show I wasn't an asshole I pulled him to me and we made out which made his eyes sparkle (yes, this man actually exists. This wasn't a stroke dream.)
We spooned and made out, but each time we did he grasped my cock and held it against his hole while he pushed back and pulled me in; if we just took a break of any sort he wanted my cock planted in him.
This seriously went on for 2 hours; I had to have fucked him minimally 90 minutes of the 120 (probably because I hadn't cum.) But it was getting late and I wanted to cum and let him know it. I asked him where he wanted me to cum (he wasn't there yet, alas) and after initially asking where I wanted to cum (I knew I'd shatter the moment if I was candid and said in his ass) I turned it on him and asked his fantasy. He wanted it in his mouth and went down on me and started to give me some more sloppy head. Now that normally doesn't work for me (I like it tight, and I like my head steadily massaged) but the whole scene and that it was this amazing wet dream sucking me that I felt the switch flip and my load rise. Well, Mr. Molson was grunting and sucking with gusto; he'd gotten his dream. He bent to kiss me and was surprised and jazzed that I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in.
Then I returned the favor, grasping his shaft hard with my lips after throating it and pulling back hard with my lips clamped together and working his shaft as my head went up and down on him. It wasn't long (thank God, because I can't keep sucking forever, it gets tedious) and he started to thrash and I felt ongoing spurts into my mouth (probably eight sizeable ones.) Normally I don't swallow after I've cum but in this case I wanted it, and he pulled me to him and explored my mouth with his tongue to get a taste.
Well, at that point I was looking at 6 hours of sleep if I was lucky; he was very gracious and knew he should go. We reluctantly separated and took breaks to grasp and grope each other as he dressed and we hugged and made out at the door. I then learned he'd left the keys with the concierge downstairs; man this guy was serious. One of those wonderful evenings, probably never to be repeated but definitely indelibly etched on my memory.
This stud came on to me and I do mean stud. Very muscular and cut; as it was probably -2% body fat. Shaved head, clean shaven, and manscapes as I found out as he has a nice dusting of hair but define stubble across his bod. He must take hours evening it out, but he does have an incredible body.
He sent me a message written in the pig talk dialect: apparently usually a top but wanted to get fucked and I inferred (correctly) he wanted to suck cock and to swallow the guy's load. I was skeptical because Mr. Gym Rat and I are not a match in that respect. And, the pig talk was a bit too Brad McGuire for me. But I also realize that my cock makes a hungry hole drool. So we set up a date.
I was busy with work engagements, came back and got a couple of delay messages: still out drinking; at home cleaning out. I was assuming this meant flaking as it was 11 pm but then I heard a tap at the door.
When I opened it this gorgeous grinning guy was standing there; his smile was so warm and genuine I couldn't believe it. He was wearing a nylon Nike long sleeve tee and the guy simply has an amazing body. I expected him to say it wasn't a match and he was heading out. Instead, he pulled me to him and started to make out. And he was insatiable; he was loving making out and couldn't get enough of it. I was wearing a robe and he shyly parted it and started to delicately explore the goods. I decided it was time to get that Nike tee over his head and OMG, just gorgeous.
Now Mr. Stud had no attitude: zero. None of the "I am beautiful and have a bod you can bounce a quarter off of" (you can.) Sweet, nice, and very appreciative of being touched and very very responsive. His nipples are super sensitive, but he kept pulling me back to making out. This guy defines passionate. What was icing on the cake was the rich Canadian lilt in his accent. Definitely the Molson man (who now, apparently, hangs at the gym.)
All I was getting was affirmation from this muscle God; he followed instruction well and his pits were undeodorized (but being squeaky clean in a macho way, despite our going at it for two hours his aroma was faint at best. I'd like to go at them after his morning work out.) It was a lot of groaning and sighing and moaning in an endearing but macho way. He was hot but he was fun; extremely good natured and sweet.
He went for the prize and gave me a nice, wet, sloppy blow job and I could tell he has achieved his goal of throating it from the repeated satisfying gagging noses when I saw his lips buried in my pubes and felt them getting drenched with his spit.
But I wanted at his bod and he was quick to do whatever I asked. I started to work his shaft (shorter than mine but a beautiful shape and heft) and he was clearly loving it but pulled me off and said he hadn't cum in a couple of days and wanted to wait until after I'd fucked him for awhile. So, needing no further invitation, I rolled him onto his stomach and started to feast on his ass.
I don't know if anyone has serviced Mr. Stud properly before. But his ass was a definite feast and I kept at it a genuinely long time, taking breaks to lick his taint and balls and then to suck his hole before pushing my tongue back in. He was pretty vocal and then apologized for being too loud (he really wasn't, but this guy is a class act.) I rolled him over and worked around his cock with my tongue and licked up to his nipples and played with his balls. My goal was to make him crazy with lust and I was succeeding.
After awhile I got him flat on his stomach again and after leaving him wet with my spit started to massage his crack with my cock; when the head met his hole he was dialated and pushed back to meet me and it immediately yielded and sucked me in. I wrapped my arms around him, sucked the back of his neck, started to massage his nipples and very gradually fed it into him. He responded with several spastic shaking spells of pleasure and soon he had it all. I pulled back slowly and finding his prostate was careful to pause and to give it short persistent jabs. If this boy ever tops its a puzzle because he was a total bottom. He couldn't get enough of it.
Well the Invisibleman decided he needed to graduate from the introductory to the 300 Level course. He had some semi seizures as I made him roll onto his side and pull this thigh up for deeper penetration (I realized the soreness potential and kept it to a minimum.) But we did it all; the corkscrew fuck, short gentle jabs followed by random unannounced thrusts, him legs up on his back with his eyes bulging each time I thrust deep. He then said at a certain point: "we didn't discuss this; I am gathering you haven't got a condom on." I ignored the question and continued and he nonverbally responded by pushing back to my thrusts and murmuring, "keep fucking me, don't stop." (Later on he did ask me not to shoot in him, which put my balls on almost permanent hold.)
After the don't cum inside me direction my head changed. I'd been imagining how to make sure I gave him a second load after the first and that clearly wasn't going to happen. But, exploring this dude's fine bod and making out with him was banquet enough; cumming would only be the icing on the cake. So I eased out and said I needed a bit of a break. He started to ask me how he could please me (Jesus dude, you don't realize you are?) He loved it, but was concerned that I was doing all the work (it was hardly work; I was a man with mission.) As I pulled out he was worried about whether he was clean enough and bent down to sniff my cock and pleased with what he found grunted out an yum and swallowed my dick (God I love it when you pull out of a guy and he immediately goes down on you again.) To show I wasn't an asshole I pulled him to me and we made out which made his eyes sparkle (yes, this man actually exists. This wasn't a stroke dream.)
We spooned and made out, but each time we did he grasped my cock and held it against his hole while he pushed back and pulled me in; if we just took a break of any sort he wanted my cock planted in him.
This seriously went on for 2 hours; I had to have fucked him minimally 90 minutes of the 120 (probably because I hadn't cum.) But it was getting late and I wanted to cum and let him know it. I asked him where he wanted me to cum (he wasn't there yet, alas) and after initially asking where I wanted to cum (I knew I'd shatter the moment if I was candid and said in his ass) I turned it on him and asked his fantasy. He wanted it in his mouth and went down on me and started to give me some more sloppy head. Now that normally doesn't work for me (I like it tight, and I like my head steadily massaged) but the whole scene and that it was this amazing wet dream sucking me that I felt the switch flip and my load rise. Well, Mr. Molson was grunting and sucking with gusto; he'd gotten his dream. He bent to kiss me and was surprised and jazzed that I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in.
Then I returned the favor, grasping his shaft hard with my lips after throating it and pulling back hard with my lips clamped together and working his shaft as my head went up and down on him. It wasn't long (thank God, because I can't keep sucking forever, it gets tedious) and he started to thrash and I felt ongoing spurts into my mouth (probably eight sizeable ones.) Normally I don't swallow after I've cum but in this case I wanted it, and he pulled me to him and explored my mouth with his tongue to get a taste.
Well, at that point I was looking at 6 hours of sleep if I was lucky; he was very gracious and knew he should go. We reluctantly separated and took breaks to grasp and grope each other as he dressed and we hugged and made out at the door. I then learned he'd left the keys with the concierge downstairs; man this guy was serious. One of those wonderful evenings, probably never to be repeated but definitely indelibly etched on my memory.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Southern Comfort
Ah, it's been a week already. I am at home, frustrated, as since luck would have it I started to feel shitty on Friday and on Friday afternoon threw in the towel (I left 20 minutes early, and could feel the world screeching to a halt. Talk about Shylock. Trust me overlords, like Gloria Gaynor, you will survive.) So I limped away from Dracula and climbed into bed and slept 12 hours. Fun, fun, fun!
I am currently sitting naked, but for a bathrobe, and tapping this. I decided that since I was under the weather I could do something productive and write you all (the few of you who actually acknowledge being out there. Btw, a literal handful away from the 1000 mark on Tumblr, though other than selecting images, not a major ounce of creativity represented there. But I have beaten that dead horse here too many times. I know, no images and multisyllabic words aren't sufficient stimulation for the one handed crowd...)
Despite the minimal number of my recent entries (the fact that it takes about a week for 20 people to seem to read one of my entries is a disincentive to chronicling, I thought some of you guys like Raulito, the seductively anonymous (and damned hot) Cool Top, and Bruce Chang make it more than worthwhile. So, here's another entry for the team (or trio.)
Admittedly, I like to score as much ass as possible while traveling. It's like collecting merit badges or completing reading books: a trophy of sorts. And, I definitely like to maximize access to a limited amount of soap, water, clean towels and sheets that I don't need to launder (though, I always tip housekeeping: not because I leave a battlefield but because I do have a scintilla of social consciousness. And, I don't leave them a mess; I treat other people the way I would like to be treated. But, I digress, as usual...)
So I was in this really sorry assed hotel in St. Louis that was pretending to be something it wasn't. Anything with the Holiday Inn tag is always suspect, regardless of whether they adorn it with a Crown. (I think it was a Crowne in this case, the e persuading Joe Six Pack that it has more "class".) Unfortunately, I arrived well before the standard check in time and dead dog tired agreed to be put into a room that was ready (for those of you who don't travel, that means you are then agreeing to sleep in steerage for full price.) Despite being tired, however, I was as horny as a three balled tomcat. I hadn't gotten any the night before and wanted to make another notch on the bedpost. So, after securing a room (ahhh!!!!) I logged in to the various sites. It was a weekday; most gents were busy but a few bit, mostly to jerk me around while they probably jerked off. Realizing that at the outset I wasn't resentful (occasionally bored and irritated, but that is a part of the territory) and had low expectations. One gent, working from home, was ready and randy. Of course, he had to do a thousand and one errands (yawn.) I took a well needed nap, and then he was actually there knocking on my door about 90 minutes later (after he'd collected his dry cleaning, bought groceries, and put the frozen food in the freezer. Yes, this is real! Guys actually explain this shit to you!)
I opened the door and there was a nice enough looking guy; of course he'd shaved 10 years off his profile. My guess was semi-retired. He was tres-southern Midwestern, in that everything he was wearing in casual attire was top of the line from haute outlet malls (yeah, I am being super bitchy in this blog, and admit it. But I am also not feeling well; today's alibi.)
He was (is) pretty fit: tennis and the pool at his condo complex. Clean shaven, painfully carefully groomed. Oh well, he was there...not my wet dream and surely I wasn't his.
We kissed, he seemed moderately into it. However, he wanted my cock and savored it and got it nice and moist and wet. It was clear what he wanted. His cock wasn't significant and didn't get particularly engorged so without much dialog I flipped him over and attacked his ass. It was (is) a nice ass; firm for his age, relatively small, and super clean. He was very feline and his purring as I ate it reflected that. His purring was so intense that he was now putty in my hands; I rubbed my cock up and down his very wet (thanks to me) ass and as my cock head adjoined his hole he eagerly pushed back to impale himself. Major purr.
I asked if he wanted some lube, but he indicated he was good (it was super wet and tight enough but not so tight that I felt like I'd rip him or rub the epidermis off me) and we went at it: thrust, purr. Withdrawal: purr, purr. Thrust back PURR. You get the idea.
It felt damn good and sucked on the back of his neck. I recognized from the outset he (and I) saw this as a maintenance fuck: I wanted to shoot my load and he wanted his ass stretched and his prostate massaged. I kept thrusting and withdrawing with ongoing affirmation (purr, purr, purr!!!!) and then asked "do you want it?" He did. And, I let it go. I know it was a noteworthy load.
After I shot he murmured: "I just broke a couple of rules/I don't bareback and I don't take loads" (that was redundant, but I know when to listen and certainly not to correct.) I assured him I was clean as my cock grew flaccid and then slowly slid out of his now slack ass. Then he was soon on his feet.
He didn't want to cum; he was good. He quickly slid on his Ralph Lauren shorts, his Lacoste polo shirt, and sandals by some designer I don't remember, and was out the door.
Despite the fact that he was as clean as could be, I felt somewhat dirty. Definitely cheap. However, I quickly got over it. After I secured and locked the door, I turned the faucet on to scalding; wet a washcloth, got it soapy, washed the operative parts, rinsed them, and took a long nap. To paraphrase Bob Seeger, he used me and I used him and we both got our share. Fair enough.
I am currently sitting naked, but for a bathrobe, and tapping this. I decided that since I was under the weather I could do something productive and write you all (the few of you who actually acknowledge being out there. Btw, a literal handful away from the 1000 mark on Tumblr, though other than selecting images, not a major ounce of creativity represented there. But I have beaten that dead horse here too many times. I know, no images and multisyllabic words aren't sufficient stimulation for the one handed crowd...)
Despite the minimal number of my recent entries (the fact that it takes about a week for 20 people to seem to read one of my entries is a disincentive to chronicling, I thought some of you guys like Raulito, the seductively anonymous (and damned hot) Cool Top, and Bruce Chang make it more than worthwhile. So, here's another entry for the team (or trio.)
Admittedly, I like to score as much ass as possible while traveling. It's like collecting merit badges or completing reading books: a trophy of sorts. And, I definitely like to maximize access to a limited amount of soap, water, clean towels and sheets that I don't need to launder (though, I always tip housekeeping: not because I leave a battlefield but because I do have a scintilla of social consciousness. And, I don't leave them a mess; I treat other people the way I would like to be treated. But, I digress, as usual...)
So I was in this really sorry assed hotel in St. Louis that was pretending to be something it wasn't. Anything with the Holiday Inn tag is always suspect, regardless of whether they adorn it with a Crown. (I think it was a Crowne in this case, the e persuading Joe Six Pack that it has more "class".) Unfortunately, I arrived well before the standard check in time and dead dog tired agreed to be put into a room that was ready (for those of you who don't travel, that means you are then agreeing to sleep in steerage for full price.) Despite being tired, however, I was as horny as a three balled tomcat. I hadn't gotten any the night before and wanted to make another notch on the bedpost. So, after securing a room (ahhh!!!!) I logged in to the various sites. It was a weekday; most gents were busy but a few bit, mostly to jerk me around while they probably jerked off. Realizing that at the outset I wasn't resentful (occasionally bored and irritated, but that is a part of the territory) and had low expectations. One gent, working from home, was ready and randy. Of course, he had to do a thousand and one errands (yawn.) I took a well needed nap, and then he was actually there knocking on my door about 90 minutes later (after he'd collected his dry cleaning, bought groceries, and put the frozen food in the freezer. Yes, this is real! Guys actually explain this shit to you!)
I opened the door and there was a nice enough looking guy; of course he'd shaved 10 years off his profile. My guess was semi-retired. He was tres-southern Midwestern, in that everything he was wearing in casual attire was top of the line from haute outlet malls (yeah, I am being super bitchy in this blog, and admit it. But I am also not feeling well; today's alibi.)
He was (is) pretty fit: tennis and the pool at his condo complex. Clean shaven, painfully carefully groomed. Oh well, he was there...not my wet dream and surely I wasn't his.
We kissed, he seemed moderately into it. However, he wanted my cock and savored it and got it nice and moist and wet. It was clear what he wanted. His cock wasn't significant and didn't get particularly engorged so without much dialog I flipped him over and attacked his ass. It was (is) a nice ass; firm for his age, relatively small, and super clean. He was very feline and his purring as I ate it reflected that. His purring was so intense that he was now putty in my hands; I rubbed my cock up and down his very wet (thanks to me) ass and as my cock head adjoined his hole he eagerly pushed back to impale himself. Major purr.
I asked if he wanted some lube, but he indicated he was good (it was super wet and tight enough but not so tight that I felt like I'd rip him or rub the epidermis off me) and we went at it: thrust, purr. Withdrawal: purr, purr. Thrust back PURR. You get the idea.
It felt damn good and sucked on the back of his neck. I recognized from the outset he (and I) saw this as a maintenance fuck: I wanted to shoot my load and he wanted his ass stretched and his prostate massaged. I kept thrusting and withdrawing with ongoing affirmation (purr, purr, purr!!!!) and then asked "do you want it?" He did. And, I let it go. I know it was a noteworthy load.
After I shot he murmured: "I just broke a couple of rules/I don't bareback and I don't take loads" (that was redundant, but I know when to listen and certainly not to correct.) I assured him I was clean as my cock grew flaccid and then slowly slid out of his now slack ass. Then he was soon on his feet.
He didn't want to cum; he was good. He quickly slid on his Ralph Lauren shorts, his Lacoste polo shirt, and sandals by some designer I don't remember, and was out the door.
Despite the fact that he was as clean as could be, I felt somewhat dirty. Definitely cheap. However, I quickly got over it. After I secured and locked the door, I turned the faucet on to scalding; wet a washcloth, got it soapy, washed the operative parts, rinsed them, and took a long nap. To paraphrase Bob Seeger, he used me and I used him and we both got our share. Fair enough.
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