Well, the contractor, with whom I've had fun lately, was back and wrote bright and early to ask if I could come by his hotel again. As I had the time there was no question I'd say yes and I sped up my morning routine to hustle over there.
It began has it has the other times we've played. He greeted me in his hunky naked glory and we were soon rolling around. He was pretty orally fixated at first and sucked my cock for a long time with gusto. While I like that, it rarely gets me even close. We resumed making out and then I went down on him and gave his cock serious attention and between the lip and tongue action and simultaneous stroking he was gasping and thrashing and pulled me off him/ while I was ready to take his load, he said he wouldn't be able to get fucked afterwards and he wanted my cock in him. So I flipped him and have his ass some serious rimming in between us taking breaks to make out and for me to suck him some more.
Well, in the middle of it housekeeping knocked on the door and he lunged from the bed, put his weight against the door and asked the woman who was outside to come back in the afternoon. I was seriously relieved as I didn't want to be caught in flagrante.
The spell wasn't broken and soon I was penetrating him and we were making the beast. Listening to this guy purr "fuck me; keeping fucking me" is an incredible aphrodisiac; it's as hot as feeling my cock sliding in and out of his warm guts. It was a period of short thrusts, followed by long thrusts and we were moving around and lost in it. Periodically he'd pull his arm back and I'd bury my face in his pit and then we'd make out.
Suddenly I heard the door completely open wide and then slowly close. The room was dark but I was atop this stud and my cock was buried deep inside him. I pushed my face down in the covers to avoid the maid's gaze and was astonished not to hear anything; it was only seconds but seemed like an eternity. The stud looked up and sheepishly grinned as a shorter, wiry older man walked by and walked silently into the bathroom, partially closing the door. I was trying to do the math and wondering whether the workman with whom he shares the hotel room had shown up unexpectedly or this was prearranged. But, I was still hard and tentatively fucked him some more. The guy didn't emerge from the bathroom, so the stud slid out from under me, walked into the bathroom, mumbled something, and then came out and climbed back into bed. Mentally I strapped on my seat belt for what might come next.
The shorter man emerged, started making small talk with the stud about having a break during the contracting project he was supervising, and then started to pull off his clothes. The stud said "great: please join us" and referring to me said "he's got a great cock and can really fuck, but knows how to suck great too". Well, the train had left the station at that point, so I figured game on.
The arrival is compact, thin with washboard stomach with a pleasure trail fanning down from his pecs, and had an average sized gnarly looking cock with a huge head. He climbed on the bed and the stud started alternatively sucking him and me. Then the shorter guy started to suck my cock; not at all inhibited by the fact that it has just been up his buddy's ass.
After awhile he stopped, and like some primal ritual, I responded by starting to suck his,which was then soft and gradually started to get harder. He asked the stud for some lube and I imagined we were going to take turns on his pal. But, he astonished me by lubing his ass and then getting on his knees and elbows. The stud then invited me to fuck his pal.
I hadn't imagined this at all. The guy is has a taut, tiny flat ass, and taut, sinewy thighs and calves. He's clearly a guy in his mid-50s and hardened by serious manual labor. I proceeded to straddle him and slowly pushed into his ass, which was amazingly tight. The guy quietly let me know he was loving it and I started slowly to thrust in and out of him gradually picking up steam. His ass was seriously tight; a definite departure from the stud who clearly has more mileage and loosens up shortly after you push inside him. After a very short time I gasped "I'm ready to blow". Not getting a response I said "I'm going to cum unless you tell me to stop; do you want me to cum?" The new arrival hissed "That's what I want!" Seconds later I was spurting into him; I slowly my thrusting but stayed in for him to get it all, though my cock immediately became sensitive.
Now this was not all what I expected (well, none of it was) but I rolled onto my back and the stud dove down and started to greedily suck my cock and then took breaks to suck his buddy's tool (which he said was the hardest he'd ever experienced after I had finished fucking him.) Then the pal's cell phone went off/he was being called back to the project on which he'd been working.
He got up and started to pull on his clothes and the two guys made small talk like I wasn't there and he started to head out, and I croaked out a "well thanks'.
The stud was super stoked and said how amazing it was to watch me breed his buddy, who I now understand is a married guy who only wanders when he's away from home. During an earlier visit he'd mentioned this friend as "straight, but will pull his cock out from time to time." Shit yeah. I think the stud was pretty surprised the guy had given up his ass, but it was also pretty obvious the stud must have discussed my having having visited to fuck him before. The guy was cleaned out; that was obvious, so now, reflecting on it, I am sure this was planned.
My fuck buddy resumed sucking me and I asked him if there was any cum left in my cock and he said "for sure' (it's usually awhile after I cum, when I get totally soft, that it all comes out.) He worked to get me fully hard again and then wanted to straddle it while he stroked off. He worked his cock seriously and started to ride me/visually it was hot but he was loose and it was too soon after my cumming for me to feel much. After several efforts to cum, I could tell he was edging and while spasming from the stimulation inside him his cock wouldn't give up his load. I offered to suck him off, which he eagerly accepted. Once I started sucking and stroking him he was at the edge and realizing I wasn't going to freak, he spurted into my mouth.
He got shy at that point and asked me if I wanted to spit in the waste basket; I mumbled do you want some. But at that point he wasn't into snowballing (I am sure he might have if the whole scene hadn't untranspired) so I swallowed and he then wanted to make out, using his tongue to probe my mouth for was left (go figure).
We spooned, made out and he pressed his back and ass to me; I grew seriously hard again and rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass, and was back in him. While we fucked for awhile, we'd been at it for 90 minutes, he had a work appointment right after, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to quickly cum again, so I eased out and said "we both need to get productive".
I got dressed, he pulled on his jeans and gave me a peck and I headed out. It was definitely hot; a little unsettling, but not at all unpleasant, despite some anxiety mid-way. Yet, it was a definitely a new world that I'd entered.
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Monday, January 28, 2019
The Whippet
Admittedly, after a long drought in writing I am catching up. But wanted to share another relatively recent series of encounters have been with this tallish, exceedingly lean and damned handsome fellow. He's over 6' 1" and weighs about 160; with an incredibly narrow waist. Sinewy muscular legs, and broad shoulders, and a full beard. A strong, striking, withdrawn type.
He's definitely an enigma: when we first connected a few years ago, he wanted to get topped when his partner was traveling. I went once, he silently led me into his bedroom, sucked me hard, allowed me to rim his ass, straddled me and mounted my cock and while writhing with quiet pleasure stroked off. Once he came, he got up, leaving me with a still throbbing cock and blue balls, handed me a hand towel, and indicated he was done. I was pissed. Then stupidly I ignored the adage "once burned his fault, twice burned yours" gave it another chance, and had an exact encore. Burning mad I left and swore not to return.
Well over the years since, he'd periodically messaged me. I was mostly unresponsive and then finally indicated that I was into reciprocal action and not just helping someone get off. He responded it was an off day for him, and I noted it had been twice. He kept writing back and assuring me he'd definitely make sure I got off. After back and forth for months, one afternoon after being pretty clear about what I expected, I relented and went back. It was 180 degree different experience, and was hot amazing sex.
Among other things, he opened up and talked and smiled, and interacted. That should be part of the ground rules, but this was completely different. And, the guy was passionate: plenty of making out and mutual oral and then when I eventually penetrated him it went on for a long, long time as we moved around the bed exploring all possible positions. Finally I came and he was happy to lie there and to chat, resume some mutual stroking, he scooped down and started to suck me fully hard, and I was back fucking him till I gave up another load. What was interesting was that during the intersession, he pushed me flat. Now while I love to rim, I don't like being rimmed, and I made that clear, but he wanted to lie on me, pressed his partially limp cock against my ass, and started to hump. I made it clear I wasn't going to bottom, but he kept at the frottage (I think he was imagining I'd relent, and I wasn't about to. I'm not "above" bottoming, I simply don't like it.) The fact that he didn't get fully hard was both reassuring and odd. And, after the first two experiences only being about 15 minutes each, this time we played for over two hours.
Afterwards I saw him on line several times and I hit him up and he responded "well, you kept me waiting a long time before you gave me another chance." Touche I had to admit. He indicated that when the time was right he'd let me know. And, a couple of weeks ago, he hit me up for an encore.
But this time he was back into his laconic self as he wordlessly led me back into a guest room to get down to business: he wasn't only about his own pleasure, but we went about it all with no words and kind of mechanically. While he wasn't at all talkative as we began, as we continued rolling around he became increasingly chatty. This is clearly a guy that lives in his head and you can tell there's a lot going on. He's got a lovely home with really interesting things, and its obvious he and his partner are successful.
After a long stretch of fucking him I finally shot my load and he repeated the frottage from the last time with me making it clear that I wasn't interested in getting fucked. He never came and after I fucked him actually never got fully hard despite my giving it considerable effort. But he definitely loving getting fucked, so I didn't feel at all selfish or guilty. But after the frottage he was eager for me to fuck him again and I was simply spent. He reminded me that "last time you gave me two loads" and that he wasn't taking no for an answer. So he determinedly sucked me with relentless and amazing skill until I was fully hard again and then he mounted me. When after a lot of thrusting I wasn't able to cum, he dismounted and then stroked and sucked me with gusto until I was thrashing and giving up the second load he was insistent on having: he quickly jumped up, straddled me, and pushed my pulsing cock into his ass wanting to be bred.
We layed around a bit more and chatted, and then both determined we needed to go our own ways and to be productive. He's a hot guy if a bit quirky but I'm glad to have discovered his passionate side.
He's definitely an enigma: when we first connected a few years ago, he wanted to get topped when his partner was traveling. I went once, he silently led me into his bedroom, sucked me hard, allowed me to rim his ass, straddled me and mounted my cock and while writhing with quiet pleasure stroked off. Once he came, he got up, leaving me with a still throbbing cock and blue balls, handed me a hand towel, and indicated he was done. I was pissed. Then stupidly I ignored the adage "once burned his fault, twice burned yours" gave it another chance, and had an exact encore. Burning mad I left and swore not to return.
Well over the years since, he'd periodically messaged me. I was mostly unresponsive and then finally indicated that I was into reciprocal action and not just helping someone get off. He responded it was an off day for him, and I noted it had been twice. He kept writing back and assuring me he'd definitely make sure I got off. After back and forth for months, one afternoon after being pretty clear about what I expected, I relented and went back. It was 180 degree different experience, and was hot amazing sex.
Among other things, he opened up and talked and smiled, and interacted. That should be part of the ground rules, but this was completely different. And, the guy was passionate: plenty of making out and mutual oral and then when I eventually penetrated him it went on for a long, long time as we moved around the bed exploring all possible positions. Finally I came and he was happy to lie there and to chat, resume some mutual stroking, he scooped down and started to suck me fully hard, and I was back fucking him till I gave up another load. What was interesting was that during the intersession, he pushed me flat. Now while I love to rim, I don't like being rimmed, and I made that clear, but he wanted to lie on me, pressed his partially limp cock against my ass, and started to hump. I made it clear I wasn't going to bottom, but he kept at the frottage (I think he was imagining I'd relent, and I wasn't about to. I'm not "above" bottoming, I simply don't like it.) The fact that he didn't get fully hard was both reassuring and odd. And, after the first two experiences only being about 15 minutes each, this time we played for over two hours.
Afterwards I saw him on line several times and I hit him up and he responded "well, you kept me waiting a long time before you gave me another chance." Touche I had to admit. He indicated that when the time was right he'd let me know. And, a couple of weeks ago, he hit me up for an encore.
But this time he was back into his laconic self as he wordlessly led me back into a guest room to get down to business: he wasn't only about his own pleasure, but we went about it all with no words and kind of mechanically. While he wasn't at all talkative as we began, as we continued rolling around he became increasingly chatty. This is clearly a guy that lives in his head and you can tell there's a lot going on. He's got a lovely home with really interesting things, and its obvious he and his partner are successful.
After a long stretch of fucking him I finally shot my load and he repeated the frottage from the last time with me making it clear that I wasn't interested in getting fucked. He never came and after I fucked him actually never got fully hard despite my giving it considerable effort. But he definitely loving getting fucked, so I didn't feel at all selfish or guilty. But after the frottage he was eager for me to fuck him again and I was simply spent. He reminded me that "last time you gave me two loads" and that he wasn't taking no for an answer. So he determinedly sucked me with relentless and amazing skill until I was fully hard again and then he mounted me. When after a lot of thrusting I wasn't able to cum, he dismounted and then stroked and sucked me with gusto until I was thrashing and giving up the second load he was insistent on having: he quickly jumped up, straddled me, and pushed my pulsing cock into his ass wanting to be bred.
We layed around a bit more and chatted, and then both determined we needed to go our own ways and to be productive. He's a hot guy if a bit quirky but I'm glad to have discovered his passionate side.
Sunday, January 27, 2019
The Handiman
Okay, the title hear isn't quite accurate: the guy described in the episodes below is a contractor of some sort; more of a specialist than a handiman.
Again, on one of the sites I was being messaged by a guy with somewhat obscured face pics (initially.) But he had wide open torso shots depicting broad shoulders, and broad smooth pecs, and defined biceps. He lists himself as a versatile top, and is in his late 30s. I responded nice, but that I am a top and while I enjoy the rest, I don't bottom. He wrote back to indicate he was looking to bottom and was staying in a local hotel and looking to host that morning. Then he opened his private pictures and besides being a fine looking guy, it showed he has a big hefty cock and a nice ass. So, after a little more message ping/pong and some time to engage in risk/benefit analysis, I showered, hopped in the car and traveled over.
When I arrived, he came to the door naked: he's about 6' 2" and definitely athletic. Firm toned thighs, a defined chest/flat stomach, long thick neck; tight firm ass, and totally smooth aside from some pubes and baby fine hair in his pits. But what was most noticeable is the guy has a long, thick dick and low hanging balls: genuinely well formed and really nice looking equipment. He was slack but soon grew hard. But best of all, the guy has the demeanor of a puppy. Sweet, easy going, wide smile, and passionate.
Well I stripped and we started to go at it, but it was clear he loved to make out, and we both focused on that as we mutually got seriously hard and respectively sucked each others' cocks, only to keep taking breaks to get back to making out while manually working each others' cocks. When I did suck his I was glad (actually pretty self satisfied) that I could throat the entire shaft and I loved hearing him gasp each time I took it completely down. I was giving him serious oral and he pulled me off not wanting to cum. When I directed him to roll over he was purring like a kitten as I tongued his ass. I'd figured out he was totally cleaned out, and all the while was thinking: "how is it that this mustached macho stud, who looks like the classic blue collar babe magnet, is so into getting fucked by a guy?" Trust me, I realize there really isn't a gay or straight look, but this man defines the regular studly carpenter/brick layer/plumber you'd see sipping a beer at a blue collar bar.
He murmured "it's time to get that big cock in my ass" and his ass immediately yielded and he enjoyed it more as he took every inch. His ass was amazing, but what made it incredible was that he wanted to make out the entire time we were fucking and he enthusiastically took it in every position. He made it clear he was in no hurry and that he didn't want me to cum soon. I didn't; the fucking alone continued for at least 40 minutes. After I finally came/us on our sides with me stroking his cock, he was into damp spooning and small talk. This is a decent, sweet guy. We began fucking again, but I didn't come again that first time.
But, a couple of weeks later he was back and in that lengthy session I did give him two loads (astonishing me.) Frankly, I think he would have been happy to hang out an hour longer fucking, but I needed to do something productive so I begrudgingly got up to get dressed.
As luck would have it, he was back last week (he's clearly working on some local home improvement projects.) I immediately got into seriously worshipping his cock and he was thrashing and literally had to push me off to keep from cumming, saying it was time to get my cock in his ass, because he didn't want to cum then. We went at it for awhile but as I had him on his back with his legs on my shoulders he started to thrash and gasped: "shit, I am cumming and I haven't touched myself!" I paused, remained in him and watched the cum ooze out of his cock's head and waited for him to enjoy the orgasm, and then began thrusting again. Watching it flipped the switch in my head and I found my cock spurting into him. He was pretty stunned and kept insisting he'd never cum without touching himself before; he's just entered a new orbit.
These were three amazing sessions and I hope I'll be lucky enough for him to return. While I don't believe in asking a lot of questions, I did gather he's typically a top, which is no surprise with his cock. He'd mentioned the possibility of my joining him to fuck some twins he plays with, but I indicated that's not my scene (and he responded he probably would rather that I only fucked him anyway.) Anyway, quite the stud, but also a nice sweet passionate guy. A really fine time.
Again, on one of the sites I was being messaged by a guy with somewhat obscured face pics (initially.) But he had wide open torso shots depicting broad shoulders, and broad smooth pecs, and defined biceps. He lists himself as a versatile top, and is in his late 30s. I responded nice, but that I am a top and while I enjoy the rest, I don't bottom. He wrote back to indicate he was looking to bottom and was staying in a local hotel and looking to host that morning. Then he opened his private pictures and besides being a fine looking guy, it showed he has a big hefty cock and a nice ass. So, after a little more message ping/pong and some time to engage in risk/benefit analysis, I showered, hopped in the car and traveled over.
When I arrived, he came to the door naked: he's about 6' 2" and definitely athletic. Firm toned thighs, a defined chest/flat stomach, long thick neck; tight firm ass, and totally smooth aside from some pubes and baby fine hair in his pits. But what was most noticeable is the guy has a long, thick dick and low hanging balls: genuinely well formed and really nice looking equipment. He was slack but soon grew hard. But best of all, the guy has the demeanor of a puppy. Sweet, easy going, wide smile, and passionate.
Well I stripped and we started to go at it, but it was clear he loved to make out, and we both focused on that as we mutually got seriously hard and respectively sucked each others' cocks, only to keep taking breaks to get back to making out while manually working each others' cocks. When I did suck his I was glad (actually pretty self satisfied) that I could throat the entire shaft and I loved hearing him gasp each time I took it completely down. I was giving him serious oral and he pulled me off not wanting to cum. When I directed him to roll over he was purring like a kitten as I tongued his ass. I'd figured out he was totally cleaned out, and all the while was thinking: "how is it that this mustached macho stud, who looks like the classic blue collar babe magnet, is so into getting fucked by a guy?" Trust me, I realize there really isn't a gay or straight look, but this man defines the regular studly carpenter/brick layer/plumber you'd see sipping a beer at a blue collar bar.
He murmured "it's time to get that big cock in my ass" and his ass immediately yielded and he enjoyed it more as he took every inch. His ass was amazing, but what made it incredible was that he wanted to make out the entire time we were fucking and he enthusiastically took it in every position. He made it clear he was in no hurry and that he didn't want me to cum soon. I didn't; the fucking alone continued for at least 40 minutes. After I finally came/us on our sides with me stroking his cock, he was into damp spooning and small talk. This is a decent, sweet guy. We began fucking again, but I didn't come again that first time.
But, a couple of weeks later he was back and in that lengthy session I did give him two loads (astonishing me.) Frankly, I think he would have been happy to hang out an hour longer fucking, but I needed to do something productive so I begrudgingly got up to get dressed.
As luck would have it, he was back last week (he's clearly working on some local home improvement projects.) I immediately got into seriously worshipping his cock and he was thrashing and literally had to push me off to keep from cumming, saying it was time to get my cock in his ass, because he didn't want to cum then. We went at it for awhile but as I had him on his back with his legs on my shoulders he started to thrash and gasped: "shit, I am cumming and I haven't touched myself!" I paused, remained in him and watched the cum ooze out of his cock's head and waited for him to enjoy the orgasm, and then began thrusting again. Watching it flipped the switch in my head and I found my cock spurting into him. He was pretty stunned and kept insisting he'd never cum without touching himself before; he's just entered a new orbit.
These were three amazing sessions and I hope I'll be lucky enough for him to return. While I don't believe in asking a lot of questions, I did gather he's typically a top, which is no surprise with his cock. He'd mentioned the possibility of my joining him to fuck some twins he plays with, but I indicated that's not my scene (and he responded he probably would rather that I only fucked him anyway.) Anyway, quite the stud, but also a nice sweet passionate guy. A really fine time.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Line Up
There is a nearby guy who has accounts on most of the sites listing himself as a cumdump. He also lists himself as neg (on prep) but is open to all who want to use his hole.
Now you might imagine this is some unattractive troll. But instead the guy is in his early 40s, tall, extremely fit, and actually pretty damned handsome with bright blue eyes, a lovely smile, and he exudes health and good cheer. He simply loves to collect loads.
Well you know where this is going. I've been over to his place a few times. Usually he logs on and let's you know he's up for visitors, but it's usually just before he's ripping off to go somewhere, or while he's sitting in nothing but gym shorts (trust me, this definitely is a good visual) working on his laptop at home, and willing to take a break to get bred. The first time I visited he immediately leaned over the bed, and when I led him on to the bed and started to get into fucking him after awhile he indicated he liked it but didn't have a lot of time, so I let go and shot in a few more minutes. Another time I visited and my brain was simply not feeling the "cum immediately" direction, and I encouraged him to roll over, sucked him and encouraged him to cum, and then pushed him back on his stomach and used his cum as lube to start fucking him again/that really stoked him, but again the meter was running and he wanted me to shoot quickly (btw, he has a lovely, long but relatively narrow cock, perfect for throating.) When you are fucking him you've got to admire his body: unblemished skin, manscaped chest,broad back, tapered waist, beautiful, perfect feet, toned calves and thighs. He's genuinely very fine.
One afternoon I left work early, came home, logged on and there he was. He's about 1 1/2 miles from my place and after I hit him up I was in the car to his apartment. I'd gotten him in the middle of the bed and was doing some serious thrusting into his ass when I heard his front door open and this broad guy arrived and walked into the bedroom. He said to me, "this is okay; other guys are coming" and he warmly greeted the guy a broad bear, who dropped his trousers. The cumdump moved to bend over the bed and the big guy approached. I thought "what the hell?" and give the big guy's short cock a suck and then he thrust into the bottom, and like some cheap porn flick started to hump like a rabbit shouting "want my married cum?" and shot into him, pulled out, pulled up his pants, and walked out.
I had just started fucking the cum dump again and there was a knock the door knocked, he jumped up, greeted someone, and a second older, not very attractive guy arrived and took off his pants and humped him for about 90 seconds, came and left (I was laying there naked the whole time, by this point in wonderment.) It was clear that this, too, was another local married guy dropping by to quickly get his rocks off in the middle of errands.
We'd just resumed again, and then this built, tattooed, but decidedly straight looking muscular guy arrived and the cumdump gave me a sheepish grin, and bent over the bed again to get quickly bred (the muscular guy kept his jeans on and only pulled them past his ass and started to fuck the cumdump, let out a large groan after a couple of minutes and left.) I realized from the few remarks exchanged that these were regulars who stop by for maintenance visits: drop trou/thrust in/hump for a few minutes/cum/pull out/pull up pants/cursory thanks/leave.
Okay, this was just like a Treasure Island Media film at this point and I was experiencing sensory overload. At first I was a bit freaked out, and then thought that I might as well enjoy what would be a singular experience. This stuff actually does happen. What was interesting is that this extremely attractive guy is not at all picky about who's fucking him.
Well, after the three left we got back at it, but I realized I wasn't going to shoot. His hole was too wet, and too stretched out. It felt pleasant, but there wasn't enough friction to make me cum. So while hard, I feigned shooting, pulled out, said thanks, dressed, and headed out.
I've been back twice since: he's always in a hurry, and while he tells me he absolutely loves my cock (which I can tell is true) this guy isn't into a long pleasurable fuck. He's a load collector and that's what gets him off. He'll kiss, but you can tell that's not his thing: it's all about how much cum he can get in a day. Last time I was there I did manage to cum in five minutes (which astonished me as I usually take a long time to get there) and it blew his mind: I don't emote when I cum (no gasping, trashing, groaning, yelling) I stay in my head and focus on feeling my cum spurt out of my cock. But he said as I was cumming: "wow: I can't believe you're cumming this fast! I can feel your cock throbbing!"
Well, I like to have fun, but I've got to admit, this is only a stop if I want a very very quick hump and dump, which really isn't my style. But, he's fine and the experience described above was pretty fascinating.
Now you might imagine this is some unattractive troll. But instead the guy is in his early 40s, tall, extremely fit, and actually pretty damned handsome with bright blue eyes, a lovely smile, and he exudes health and good cheer. He simply loves to collect loads.
Well you know where this is going. I've been over to his place a few times. Usually he logs on and let's you know he's up for visitors, but it's usually just before he's ripping off to go somewhere, or while he's sitting in nothing but gym shorts (trust me, this definitely is a good visual) working on his laptop at home, and willing to take a break to get bred. The first time I visited he immediately leaned over the bed, and when I led him on to the bed and started to get into fucking him after awhile he indicated he liked it but didn't have a lot of time, so I let go and shot in a few more minutes. Another time I visited and my brain was simply not feeling the "cum immediately" direction, and I encouraged him to roll over, sucked him and encouraged him to cum, and then pushed him back on his stomach and used his cum as lube to start fucking him again/that really stoked him, but again the meter was running and he wanted me to shoot quickly (btw, he has a lovely, long but relatively narrow cock, perfect for throating.) When you are fucking him you've got to admire his body: unblemished skin, manscaped chest,broad back, tapered waist, beautiful, perfect feet, toned calves and thighs. He's genuinely very fine.
One afternoon I left work early, came home, logged on and there he was. He's about 1 1/2 miles from my place and after I hit him up I was in the car to his apartment. I'd gotten him in the middle of the bed and was doing some serious thrusting into his ass when I heard his front door open and this broad guy arrived and walked into the bedroom. He said to me, "this is okay; other guys are coming" and he warmly greeted the guy a broad bear, who dropped his trousers. The cumdump moved to bend over the bed and the big guy approached. I thought "what the hell?" and give the big guy's short cock a suck and then he thrust into the bottom, and like some cheap porn flick started to hump like a rabbit shouting "want my married cum?" and shot into him, pulled out, pulled up his pants, and walked out.
I had just started fucking the cum dump again and there was a knock the door knocked, he jumped up, greeted someone, and a second older, not very attractive guy arrived and took off his pants and humped him for about 90 seconds, came and left (I was laying there naked the whole time, by this point in wonderment.) It was clear that this, too, was another local married guy dropping by to quickly get his rocks off in the middle of errands.
We'd just resumed again, and then this built, tattooed, but decidedly straight looking muscular guy arrived and the cumdump gave me a sheepish grin, and bent over the bed again to get quickly bred (the muscular guy kept his jeans on and only pulled them past his ass and started to fuck the cumdump, let out a large groan after a couple of minutes and left.) I realized from the few remarks exchanged that these were regulars who stop by for maintenance visits: drop trou/thrust in/hump for a few minutes/cum/pull out/pull up pants/cursory thanks/leave.
Okay, this was just like a Treasure Island Media film at this point and I was experiencing sensory overload. At first I was a bit freaked out, and then thought that I might as well enjoy what would be a singular experience. This stuff actually does happen. What was interesting is that this extremely attractive guy is not at all picky about who's fucking him.
Well, after the three left we got back at it, but I realized I wasn't going to shoot. His hole was too wet, and too stretched out. It felt pleasant, but there wasn't enough friction to make me cum. So while hard, I feigned shooting, pulled out, said thanks, dressed, and headed out.
I've been back twice since: he's always in a hurry, and while he tells me he absolutely loves my cock (which I can tell is true) this guy isn't into a long pleasurable fuck. He's a load collector and that's what gets him off. He'll kiss, but you can tell that's not his thing: it's all about how much cum he can get in a day. Last time I was there I did manage to cum in five minutes (which astonished me as I usually take a long time to get there) and it blew his mind: I don't emote when I cum (no gasping, trashing, groaning, yelling) I stay in my head and focus on feeling my cum spurt out of my cock. But he said as I was cumming: "wow: I can't believe you're cumming this fast! I can feel your cock throbbing!"
Well, I like to have fun, but I've got to admit, this is only a stop if I want a very very quick hump and dump, which really isn't my style. But, he's fine and the experience described above was pretty fascinating.
Thursday, January 24, 2019
Less Than One Percent
Sometimes I am astonished by the hits I get on various social media sites. This one guy, mid-30s and clearly a gym rat, kept at me a couple of weeks ago. He sent a segmented face pic, so that he couldn't be readily identified, but his face and neck were clearly taut; his torso pics showed defined pecs and a washboard stomach.
Now, other than my cock, I replied that I didn't know that I was his wet dream. He made it clear his primary interest was the size of my cock and my potential for giving him a serious fuck. We exchanged a few more messages and, thinking this seemed genuine, I thought why not.
He was house sitting in a neighboring town for a relative. When I arrived it was pretty evident it wasn't his: too "foo/foo" and too upper middle aged fussy. It was clear this was going to be focused transactional visit, and he quickly led me to a guest bedroom and started to strip.
Now this guy must LIVE at the gym: it's clear he's religious about it each day. Also, he must invest most of his free time in grooming. His hair was perfect; a perfect length, not a hair out of place. Perfect complexion; perfect shave. And, serious manscaping. His body is taut, muscular (but not overly) and just a faint dusting of body hair that he clearly regularly trims down. This is a guy that must spend a ton on skin products when he's not at the barber or getting a pedicure. Yet, he didn't act self conscious about it at all/ no attitude.
He gave me a cursory kiss, but wasn't into it. His sole objective was to get a serious fucking and he immediately got rock hard and has a long, thin cock, that is, like everything else about him handsome and perfect. It was great to suck and I had no trouble throating it. His ass, which you could bounce a coin off of, was perfect, immaculate, and tight as hell. He absolutely loved getting rimmed and while it took a bit to loosen him up with my tongue, eventually it relaxed. Then he was hungry to get fucked.
I nearly started laughing when he left the room and reappeared with a small bottle of Johnson's baby oil. No one with whom I've dealt has used that/this was a first. I immediately thought that there is no way my tongue is going near that cock or butt once baby oil is applied, and he apologetically said "I don't do this much." Duh/ya think? Well, this was clearly going to be skin to skin; no question about that.
Well I slid in gradually and patiently and he was loving being opened up. Now very weirdly, he did have poppers which he was sniffing (frankly I hate that shit, and don't want to inhale that crap, but I get why bottoms want them.) Once I was in he wanted a hard fuck. We went at it for awhile and his tight hole was amazing; it was great to be in a guy who has so little mileage that he doesn't immediately loosen up after you're in for a couple of minutes.
After him lying flat I got him on his side, with his thigh pulled up to his chest (this required ongoing direction.) I had a pretty serious feeling that I'd gotten deeper than any man had before. He was furiously working his cock and I knew this wasn't a time to hold back/once this boy came the party was going to be over, so I gave in and spurted into him.
He was in another place as he moved into orgasm, but it was exactly as I expected after he came. Polite but minimalist chit chat, and I knew to get up and start getting dressed and to exit/ the transaction was complete; there was no interest in afterglow spooning.
He made some reference to doing this again/I seriously doubted that he would. While it was pleasant overall, it was a bit weird, but then hooking up isn't "normal", it's simply no strings recreation. I haven't seen him back on line. He was very polite, but aloof. Fine enough. I guess we'd define this as a one morning stand.
Now, other than my cock, I replied that I didn't know that I was his wet dream. He made it clear his primary interest was the size of my cock and my potential for giving him a serious fuck. We exchanged a few more messages and, thinking this seemed genuine, I thought why not.
He was house sitting in a neighboring town for a relative. When I arrived it was pretty evident it wasn't his: too "foo/foo" and too upper middle aged fussy. It was clear this was going to be focused transactional visit, and he quickly led me to a guest bedroom and started to strip.
Now this guy must LIVE at the gym: it's clear he's religious about it each day. Also, he must invest most of his free time in grooming. His hair was perfect; a perfect length, not a hair out of place. Perfect complexion; perfect shave. And, serious manscaping. His body is taut, muscular (but not overly) and just a faint dusting of body hair that he clearly regularly trims down. This is a guy that must spend a ton on skin products when he's not at the barber or getting a pedicure. Yet, he didn't act self conscious about it at all/ no attitude.
He gave me a cursory kiss, but wasn't into it. His sole objective was to get a serious fucking and he immediately got rock hard and has a long, thin cock, that is, like everything else about him handsome and perfect. It was great to suck and I had no trouble throating it. His ass, which you could bounce a coin off of, was perfect, immaculate, and tight as hell. He absolutely loved getting rimmed and while it took a bit to loosen him up with my tongue, eventually it relaxed. Then he was hungry to get fucked.
I nearly started laughing when he left the room and reappeared with a small bottle of Johnson's baby oil. No one with whom I've dealt has used that/this was a first. I immediately thought that there is no way my tongue is going near that cock or butt once baby oil is applied, and he apologetically said "I don't do this much." Duh/ya think? Well, this was clearly going to be skin to skin; no question about that.
Well I slid in gradually and patiently and he was loving being opened up. Now very weirdly, he did have poppers which he was sniffing (frankly I hate that shit, and don't want to inhale that crap, but I get why bottoms want them.) Once I was in he wanted a hard fuck. We went at it for awhile and his tight hole was amazing; it was great to be in a guy who has so little mileage that he doesn't immediately loosen up after you're in for a couple of minutes.
After him lying flat I got him on his side, with his thigh pulled up to his chest (this required ongoing direction.) I had a pretty serious feeling that I'd gotten deeper than any man had before. He was furiously working his cock and I knew this wasn't a time to hold back/once this boy came the party was going to be over, so I gave in and spurted into him.
He was in another place as he moved into orgasm, but it was exactly as I expected after he came. Polite but minimalist chit chat, and I knew to get up and start getting dressed and to exit/ the transaction was complete; there was no interest in afterglow spooning.
He made some reference to doing this again/I seriously doubted that he would. While it was pleasant overall, it was a bit weird, but then hooking up isn't "normal", it's simply no strings recreation. I haven't seen him back on line. He was very polite, but aloof. Fine enough. I guess we'd define this as a one morning stand.
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Uncomfortable Positions
Yesterday I succumbed to the ongoing -- pretty relentless, frankly-- entreaties of a guy to connect. He's young, and actually far fitter and cuter than his pictures and my sense is that his sole goal is to dip as many wicks as he can. I don't think it was my personality that prompted his ongoing interest but instead my dick pics.
Anyway, he's been very persistent and he has attempted to arrange hook ups several times. Yesterday I decided to give it a try as he appeared to be close and a fun sounding horn dog.
Well, he lives in one of those horrible apartment complexes where everything is numbered in some arcane way which makes finding a unit like engaging in differential equations and then the apartment numbering is different, and when you've scaled a series of stair landings you then discover that even is on one side and odd is on the other and you need to descend and rehike. Of course, he lived at the top level on the odd side.
Add to this an apartment complex, next to several other apartment complexes (a given street number easily leads you to the wrong complex) with absolutely no parking. This necessitated finding on street parking and then taking a serious hike and attempting to navigate all the jumbled units. Frankly I honestly don't know why I kept up with the effort, other than I'd pissed away so much time starting.
I arrived and he is seriously cute. But he said he wanted to play in his living room on the couch as he was cleaning up his room. Okay, he's married to another guy and gets action on the side. I get not wanting to fuck in the bed in which he is mounted by his partner, but I would have liked forewarning. Suffice it to say I hate arriving somewhere, when some horn dog has been begging to be fucked and then told we need to have sex on the floor or some narrow couch.
We began on the narrow couch; it made getting the appropriate angle for me to get my cock in his hole difficult and resulted in unintentional pulling out when we moved. He has a lovely ass and a very fine, thick and pretty cock and I really was looking forward to sucking till he came. His ass was lovely and edible (however, he did use some gross fake watermelon tasting douche.) He was enjoying the length and width of my dick, but I don't enjoy one foot on the floor and a folded leg while fucking a guy, so finally we got on the floor.
While carpeted, the floor was hard as hell. Besides focusing on the discomfort to my knees and elbows, I was also getting carpet burns. I pulled out and said it wasn't working. We gave it another minute on the couch and I pulled out and said "this isn't working".
Most other times I've put up with this shit; but frankly I don't enjoy uncomfortable sex. I like to be relaxed; I like to be able to explore the other guy. And I like to comfortably move around and give him a good fucking based on responding to his reactions to my thrusts. Yesterday wasn't good from many perspectives, particularly when he said "it would be great if you could come in the next five minutes". Sorry, that isn't how it works dude.
When you snake around you need to deal with the consequences. This sucked quite frankly: alot of effort and inconvenience. While a pretty young ass, he proved to be a pretty young ass in the figurative sense.
Lately I've had a lot of guys wanting to meet up at a hot tub place: no. Fucking on raw concrete? "oh, I'll bring a towel..." No thanks. Of course, then there was the guy I used to fuck on his office floor; talk about tacky and uncomfortable. I don't want to fuck in your garage; I don't want to fuck in your friend's house while he watches; I sure as hell don't want to fuck in a public park or in a parked car. Cripes.
I am at a point where I'd simply rather jerk off than consider many offers. If someone is inviting you to hook up make sure that besides cleaning out properly that they have a bed and welcome you in it to fuck.
postcript: I got home and he'd sent some flaming, snarky messages about my not showing before I'd arrived. Tip gents: give explicit directions, particularly when you live in some Soviet style apartment complex.
Anyway, he's been very persistent and he has attempted to arrange hook ups several times. Yesterday I decided to give it a try as he appeared to be close and a fun sounding horn dog.
Well, he lives in one of those horrible apartment complexes where everything is numbered in some arcane way which makes finding a unit like engaging in differential equations and then the apartment numbering is different, and when you've scaled a series of stair landings you then discover that even is on one side and odd is on the other and you need to descend and rehike. Of course, he lived at the top level on the odd side.
Add to this an apartment complex, next to several other apartment complexes (a given street number easily leads you to the wrong complex) with absolutely no parking. This necessitated finding on street parking and then taking a serious hike and attempting to navigate all the jumbled units. Frankly I honestly don't know why I kept up with the effort, other than I'd pissed away so much time starting.
I arrived and he is seriously cute. But he said he wanted to play in his living room on the couch as he was cleaning up his room. Okay, he's married to another guy and gets action on the side. I get not wanting to fuck in the bed in which he is mounted by his partner, but I would have liked forewarning. Suffice it to say I hate arriving somewhere, when some horn dog has been begging to be fucked and then told we need to have sex on the floor or some narrow couch.
We began on the narrow couch; it made getting the appropriate angle for me to get my cock in his hole difficult and resulted in unintentional pulling out when we moved. He has a lovely ass and a very fine, thick and pretty cock and I really was looking forward to sucking till he came. His ass was lovely and edible (however, he did use some gross fake watermelon tasting douche.) He was enjoying the length and width of my dick, but I don't enjoy one foot on the floor and a folded leg while fucking a guy, so finally we got on the floor.
While carpeted, the floor was hard as hell. Besides focusing on the discomfort to my knees and elbows, I was also getting carpet burns. I pulled out and said it wasn't working. We gave it another minute on the couch and I pulled out and said "this isn't working".
Most other times I've put up with this shit; but frankly I don't enjoy uncomfortable sex. I like to be relaxed; I like to be able to explore the other guy. And I like to comfortably move around and give him a good fucking based on responding to his reactions to my thrusts. Yesterday wasn't good from many perspectives, particularly when he said "it would be great if you could come in the next five minutes". Sorry, that isn't how it works dude.
When you snake around you need to deal with the consequences. This sucked quite frankly: alot of effort and inconvenience. While a pretty young ass, he proved to be a pretty young ass in the figurative sense.
Lately I've had a lot of guys wanting to meet up at a hot tub place: no. Fucking on raw concrete? "oh, I'll bring a towel..." No thanks. Of course, then there was the guy I used to fuck on his office floor; talk about tacky and uncomfortable. I don't want to fuck in your garage; I don't want to fuck in your friend's house while he watches; I sure as hell don't want to fuck in a public park or in a parked car. Cripes.
I am at a point where I'd simply rather jerk off than consider many offers. If someone is inviting you to hook up make sure that besides cleaning out properly that they have a bed and welcome you in it to fuck.
postcript: I got home and he'd sent some flaming, snarky messages about my not showing before I'd arrived. Tip gents: give explicit directions, particularly when you live in some Soviet style apartment complex.
Monday, July 2, 2018
Gingerbread
Yes, it's been eons since I've chronicled my adventures. No, I didn't join a monastery. Life is busy and I have to be inspired by something noteworthy to write. Hence, I am back today.
It's been severely hot, and that doesn't particularly inspire me to go out on the man hunt. While I have been on the sites "window shopping" nothing was necessarily motivating me lately to overcome my inertia and go out. But, it cooled down considerably today and my libido went up. Also, during week days guys are more task oriented and there is less tiring message "ping pong" on the sites (like "Hi", followed by "How are you doing?" "Hot enough for you?" I've got to admit after a couple of these I respond: "what's on your mind?" The dance of seven veils type of messaging works my last nerve.)
Anyway, today I saw a quick connect ad and the thumbnail of the guy was very cute; then I read the screen name and was reminded of a guy on a few other sites with whom I've exchanged messages over the last 7 or so months. Super good looking, super horny, and if he was to be believed super piggy. But, people often are looking for shock impact in their profiles.
I responded to his quick connect ad and got a cryptic response; then doing some math I wrote him on another site and got an immediate response (helps that one's responses there aren't limited by paying for membership.) Usually unable to host today he was, and he had a definite itch he wanted scratched. After a couple of messages I was imagining that it might have flake potential and then the next thing I knew was that I had his address and apartment number: he wanted to be bred and told me the door would be unlocked and he'd be waiting naked with his ass in the air.
This guy lives amazingly close to me so I was there pronto and walking in he was just what I imagined. Nice body, short cut, receding ginger hair, and nicely shaped ass bared to the door. I walked in and quietly dropped my gear and stripped. I saw the lube on the nearby table and could see that he expected a quick hump and dump. But I had other ideas. I knelt in front of his ass and then seriously started to eat it. He started seriously moaning; not in some obnoxious fake porn flick fashion, but genuine purring satisfaction. His hole was nice and clean and already lubed (coconut flavored, in fact) but I wanted none of that and worked to eat and tongue fuck him and then started to lick his taint. I could tell this wasn't what he was expecting and he gave into the pleasure.
Soon I was licking his balls and massaging the head of his cock which started to leak precum. I pulled his cock up and found while small, it has a nice meaty foreskin and pleasant width. I went back to eating his hole and then started to slide my cock up and down the crack of his ass and to massage his hole with my cock head and gently press but not entirely penetrate, pulling back to eat his ass some more. And, then, I pressed in with my cock half out started to gradually fuck him, pulling out again to eat his ass, and then reentering and slowly pressing forward until I was balls deep. He was responding and clearly loving it, and I started to give him a serious fuck; it was clear we weren't going to need lube. I was massaging his nipples and licking the inside of his ear and he turned his head back to kiss, and we repeatedly kissed as I alternated between long and short strokes inside his ass.
We were in his spare room (okay, clearly he has a partner/which he makes clear in his ads and wasn't going to play in the bed that they sleep in --integrity points--) and we were on a small leatherette love seat. Now I hate fucking on the floor, but I hate fucking crouched with one foot on the floor more, so then I expressed the first words of the moment by saying "can we move to the floor?" He responded "whatever you want". I eased out and we moved to the floor and then he went down my my cock for a long time; he was clearly enjoying that his wasn't just a hump and dump. And I went at his cock which is sweet/his balls are compact and nicely sized. We fucked for a long time with him on his back which allowed us to make out and then I got him on his side for deeper penetration which allowed us to keep kissing. I'd been close several times but he started to fuck me back with his ass as I was thrusting into him and as we exchanged spit he could feel I was getting close and was stoked as I came into him.
I assumed it would be a get up and get awkwardly dressed after cumming session, but he wanted to tenderly make out for a protracted time, which was lovely. Without exchanging words I gently pressed him down and proceeded to give him a serious blow job, playing with his ass and taking a fingertip of my cum and pressing it into his mouth. His cock grew seriously hard --about five inches, but a nice girth and then the orgasm slowly started to come on him and I kept at it as he seriously spurted into my mouth. I knew to stop, rest, and then lightly trace my fingertips on his balls. While not large it looks great between his legs soft as well as hard, and he has a genuinely impressive foreskin that accents it well.
Again I thought it would be over, but he wanted to leisurely make out. It was great and this is one seriously handsome guy with a beautiful trimmed beard, blazing blue eyes, and amazing eye lashes.
At the outset he'd wanted me to pee in his mouth when I was done, but the guy kept me seriously aroused so that I was at best half hard when I dressed to leave. He'd gotten a call and indicated it was work, but perhaps he had round two lined up. Whatever, it was a great time. It was definitely worth the deferred gratification.
It's been severely hot, and that doesn't particularly inspire me to go out on the man hunt. While I have been on the sites "window shopping" nothing was necessarily motivating me lately to overcome my inertia and go out. But, it cooled down considerably today and my libido went up. Also, during week days guys are more task oriented and there is less tiring message "ping pong" on the sites (like "Hi", followed by "How are you doing?" "Hot enough for you?" I've got to admit after a couple of these I respond: "what's on your mind?" The dance of seven veils type of messaging works my last nerve.)
Anyway, today I saw a quick connect ad and the thumbnail of the guy was very cute; then I read the screen name and was reminded of a guy on a few other sites with whom I've exchanged messages over the last 7 or so months. Super good looking, super horny, and if he was to be believed super piggy. But, people often are looking for shock impact in their profiles.
I responded to his quick connect ad and got a cryptic response; then doing some math I wrote him on another site and got an immediate response (helps that one's responses there aren't limited by paying for membership.) Usually unable to host today he was, and he had a definite itch he wanted scratched. After a couple of messages I was imagining that it might have flake potential and then the next thing I knew was that I had his address and apartment number: he wanted to be bred and told me the door would be unlocked and he'd be waiting naked with his ass in the air.
This guy lives amazingly close to me so I was there pronto and walking in he was just what I imagined. Nice body, short cut, receding ginger hair, and nicely shaped ass bared to the door. I walked in and quietly dropped my gear and stripped. I saw the lube on the nearby table and could see that he expected a quick hump and dump. But I had other ideas. I knelt in front of his ass and then seriously started to eat it. He started seriously moaning; not in some obnoxious fake porn flick fashion, but genuine purring satisfaction. His hole was nice and clean and already lubed (coconut flavored, in fact) but I wanted none of that and worked to eat and tongue fuck him and then started to lick his taint. I could tell this wasn't what he was expecting and he gave into the pleasure.
Soon I was licking his balls and massaging the head of his cock which started to leak precum. I pulled his cock up and found while small, it has a nice meaty foreskin and pleasant width. I went back to eating his hole and then started to slide my cock up and down the crack of his ass and to massage his hole with my cock head and gently press but not entirely penetrate, pulling back to eat his ass some more. And, then, I pressed in with my cock half out started to gradually fuck him, pulling out again to eat his ass, and then reentering and slowly pressing forward until I was balls deep. He was responding and clearly loving it, and I started to give him a serious fuck; it was clear we weren't going to need lube. I was massaging his nipples and licking the inside of his ear and he turned his head back to kiss, and we repeatedly kissed as I alternated between long and short strokes inside his ass.
We were in his spare room (okay, clearly he has a partner/which he makes clear in his ads and wasn't going to play in the bed that they sleep in --integrity points--) and we were on a small leatherette love seat. Now I hate fucking on the floor, but I hate fucking crouched with one foot on the floor more, so then I expressed the first words of the moment by saying "can we move to the floor?" He responded "whatever you want". I eased out and we moved to the floor and then he went down my my cock for a long time; he was clearly enjoying that his wasn't just a hump and dump. And I went at his cock which is sweet/his balls are compact and nicely sized. We fucked for a long time with him on his back which allowed us to make out and then I got him on his side for deeper penetration which allowed us to keep kissing. I'd been close several times but he started to fuck me back with his ass as I was thrusting into him and as we exchanged spit he could feel I was getting close and was stoked as I came into him.
I assumed it would be a get up and get awkwardly dressed after cumming session, but he wanted to tenderly make out for a protracted time, which was lovely. Without exchanging words I gently pressed him down and proceeded to give him a serious blow job, playing with his ass and taking a fingertip of my cum and pressing it into his mouth. His cock grew seriously hard --about five inches, but a nice girth and then the orgasm slowly started to come on him and I kept at it as he seriously spurted into my mouth. I knew to stop, rest, and then lightly trace my fingertips on his balls. While not large it looks great between his legs soft as well as hard, and he has a genuinely impressive foreskin that accents it well.
Again I thought it would be over, but he wanted to leisurely make out. It was great and this is one seriously handsome guy with a beautiful trimmed beard, blazing blue eyes, and amazing eye lashes.
At the outset he'd wanted me to pee in his mouth when I was done, but the guy kept me seriously aroused so that I was at best half hard when I dressed to leave. He'd gotten a call and indicated it was work, but perhaps he had round two lined up. Whatever, it was a great time. It was definitely worth the deferred gratification.
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