Just Spit

There has been a round cub that has been hitting on me on various sites for the past few months.  He's pleasant but very into calling me "sir" which I find unsettling.  I recognize that's a mindset of part of the culture, yet I don't approach hook ups from a hierarchy approach (though while I suck, I do not bottom:  period.)

Okay, back to the event.  So, as you've concluded, I decided to connect with him yesterday. He's got a long-standing relationship with an older guy, but it's only oral (apparently the guy is in another relationship and his partner doesn't allow him to top outside the relationship...hmmm.) Whatever.  The cub has been hungry to bottom again but alleged he hadn't in years.  There was some hesitancy about my size, but he's been very persistent for nearly six months.

We were both free yesterday afternoon and traveled to his apartment. Decent neighborhood but a house cut up into various rabbit warrens that can't be legal (one narrow tested back entrance is his sole access; city code enforcement would shut the landlord down asap.  One more case of my thinking, as I entered the abode:  what the hell are you doing here?)  Microscopic apartment.  

He said he wanted to sit in his living room to chat first, but was very anxious to hug and kiss me once we got inside his place.  Pleasant but one of those over eager kissers that repeatedly forces his tongue in and out of your mouth; relax about it already and just get into the groove and slowly enjoy it!  Clearly a lot of it was nervousness.  

As he pulled off his clothes, I saw that while rotund, he wears his weight well. His body is adorned with a forest of hair:  not dense, but evenly spread across his torso, denser on his chest, stomach and pubes.  I found the hair atop his shoulders and the top of his back hot.  I took my clothes off too and tried to put my throbbing cock under his balls, but my being much taller that didn't work.  Anyway, I soon told him I wanted to enjoy this laying down, so he lead me into his bedroom.  Originally, he's wanted me to fuck him on his couch, which is something I hate, but he quickly agreed to his bedroom (I guess being a "sir" has its benefits.)

He hugged me, resumed that awkward stabbing kissing, and didn't seem to know what to do.  His bod was giving off some starting musk, and I pushed back his arm to find his armpit full of antiperspirant (even worse than deodorant; he apologized saying I hadn't advised him not to wear any:  son, did you read my profile?)  I proceeded to push him to the top of the bed and began to suck his now very erect 5" cock.  He advised me that he doesn't like getting his cock sucked and it would get him soft (?!!!)  So I directed him to roll over and pulled apart his cheeks.  He was definitely clean, but I wasn't getting musk or and inviting odor:  I knew he was clean as he obsessed about cleaning out hours before, and then rinsing once again when I was 40 minutes away.  So, I started to lick his hole, but wasn't getting any energy from him:  he then advised me he doesn't respond during sex:  swell.  Eventually I got my tongue in and while I typically like to really rim the guy, I need some responsiveness and decided it was time to get to the main act.  

I started to rub my cock up and down his crack and to massage his hole with my cock head.  THEN he started to moan, and he was pushing back to meet me. I lifted up, spit repeatedly in my hand and moistened him up and felt the head enter:  he began to moan with more frequency, saying "I'm getting fucked!"  I was in a couple of inches but told him to roll to his side and pull his thigh toward his chest:  he knew the drill and was then pushing back and was fucking back and sighing and crying out with pleasure.  He was super tight, and the friction was intense.  Repeatedly he asked me if it was okay, and if I liked his ass (yes, yes.)  But, in turn, I could feel serious friction and was worried about him getting sore, I kept asking him if he was okay.  He kept panting that it was great and for me not to pull out.  Gradually he loosened a bit but this boy proved to be a power bottom and was fucking me back with gusto, which I absolutely love.  We got into a good rhythm, but I kept thinking I needed some lube (tops can get sore too.)   I saw he had Astroglide but decided that was worse than nothing so I stayed in and as we kept fucking he started to loosen a bit and I could vary my thrusts and moves.  In the back of my mind, I was also concerned whether it might be a mess pulling out as while he cleaned out, I get in deep and past the curve and some guys think they've been thorough in cleaning when they actually haven't been.)  

It was clear I was hitting his prostate regularly: his eyes would bulge open and he's gasp with pleasure.  But eventually I was pulling back to just the head and thrusting all the way in back and forth.  By then he started to just enjoy it, but periodically pushed back. 

I'd been ready to cum a few times but held back, but after a while decided to let it go:  it felt good, but the scene was one where I decided I wanted to wrap things up and get rolling.  He begged me to let him know when I was ready to come and then he pushed back and clamped down when I told him I was there.  It felt great.

We were laying there a bit, but I wasn't finding it comfortable; I knew he wanted me to stay in, but I needed to roll on my side.  He got up and found an enormous puddle of precum where he's been laying and as he stood up and long string of clear precum was coming out of his cock, and it kept streaming.  He was surprised and amazed, so I pointed out that I'd been repeatedly hitting his prostate. Fortunately, he wasn't bleeding; there was no blood on my cock: whew!

He left and came back with paper towels (yuck) and handed me one as he wiped at this butt; buzz kill (cripes, at least wet them.)  Normally I like to lie with guy and stroke his bod and kiss and make small talk, but instead I rolled off the bed and started to get dressed, saying I needed to get out of his hair.  The scene was now seeming awkward.  He, however, was in a glow, dressed, kissed and hugged me and walked me out to my car.

I got several messages afterwards; wanting reassurance I liked his ass, and saying he wants it again soon.  Despite the initial awkwardness, I think he'd be more relaxed in an encore, and he's know not to wear deodorant.  Seems like another round is in order.

Pungent Arab

 Among my tastes I do have a thing for Arabs; I find them very handsome, and I particularly like hairy ones.  Fairly recently I was hit on by a relatively younger guy, from the Middle East.  He came onto me on one of the sites and we went back and forth and one Saturday when I was horned up I accepted his invite to hook up.  He lives in an older city with which I am not that familiar driving and GPS had me meandering all over it on various freeways (I later found a direct and infinitely shorter route) but eventually I found myself in a modest working-class neighborhood. 

As I climbed the stairs to his house and entered, he was oddly animated.  As it was, he realized we'd hooked up many years before (yes, he was pretty young, but of legal age) in a different city very far away, which neither of us figured out on-line (but where you're usually communicating through cock and ass shots in many respects.)  I was incredibly surprised as his now ending up near me seemed like one in a million chance.

We were, however, meeting for a purpose, and soon got to it.  He's Reubenesque:  a bigger fellow who carries it well with a large but firm belly. Thick black hair, typical Arab goatee.  As we stripped and fell onto the bed to make out, and while immaculately clean, a powerful musk came off of him.  Some guys stink, some guys' scent is like ambrosia.  This guy's is the latter.  I immediately pushed back his arm and started to lick and suck his pits alternating between them and his large dark brown nipples.

He has a big cock framed by a rich forest of pubes and it was a pleasurable challenge to suck, with clear precum oozing out of its slit.  That eventually led me to his taint and his hole.  One of the great things about Arabs is their anal hygiene is typically great, and with great pleasure I started to lick his hole, eventually getting it relaxed enough to get my tongue in.  Soon I was alternating between sucking his cock and rimming him, to the point where he was hungry to get fucked.  

As he was wet with my spit, I eased by cock into him; it didn't occur to me to ask if I needed to suit up.  It was a long passionate fuck with ample moaning and sighing and eventually me spurting into him.  As I eased out, we rolled onto our backs and made small talk catching up.  He is now married to another guy who is older and only likes oral, so when his husband is traveling on business, he goes online looking for a tune up.  He rolled onto his side to check his phone, to text his man who was en route home from a trip.  Freaked out I jumped up to leave but the Arab pulled me back saying he was a hour away.  He wanted more and I was soon back in him.  As I get older, I rarely come twice in a short period of time, but the guy's scent and his overall appeal had me soon shooting another load into him.

I got dressed to leave and he kissed me, anxious to connect again.  At that point I was hustling as encountering the husband of the guy leaking my seed and of whose scent I reeking wasn't a scene I wanted to experience.  As I was leaving he indicated he usually insists on condoms only.  Oops.

We've hooked up a few times since; and we've played bare.  But, I've then gotten a series of panicked messages from him afterwards wanting me to reassure him that I am, in fact, neg, which is tedious as that's what I've assured him.  While I understand his concern, he really needs to get on prep.  Even if he otherwise insists on condoms, they do occasionally break (it's happened to me twice, and on another hook up the condom came off with the bottom frantically going into the bathroom to shit it out (worrying about my cum at that point was secondary.)  Anyway, I am clearly not the only wick this guy is dipping. 

I periodically see the young Arab online and we banter.  He's more cautious about hosting or I guess the husband isn't traveling so often.  A few recent times he's wanted to connect on very specific dates and times, but I wasn't available myself.  So it goes.  We both like each other outside of sex, so it would be nice to see him period.  But, I'd really like to get back into his pants and to get my face and beard back in his armpits.

Risky Business

Just a week ago I got hit on by a guy who has messaged me several times on that site before.  An older guy whose stats I liked and I got a good vibe and he wanted to bottom.  He indicated that he's a doctor and could then host at his office as it was closed.  Normally that's a scene in which I wouldn't be interested, but horniness overcame caution and basic logic, so I agreed to meet him as it's in a good neighborhood about 30 minutes from me.

When I pulled up to the address, I found a medical complex.  He was in his car and assured me no one was there and used his swipe card to get us inside. It is quite a labyrinth and we walked past a nurses' station and intake area.  We went to his very small office with two typical office chairs and I asked whether he was planning to play on the floor (which I absolutely hate.)  He indicated we were going to an exam room.  

At this point I was pretty weirded out, but figured that the train had left the station so I was committed to the journey.  I asked if we could not use the overhead and he said we could just leave the door open, which let in sunlight from windows in the hallway.  He stripped off his polo shirt and shorts, and wearing sandals and going commando was soon naked.  Then he pulled me to him to passionately make out and grope me.  I got into the act and pulled off my tee shirt and dropped my shorts and jockeys prompting him to drop to his knees to suck me with gusto.  At a certain point I pulled him up so that I could get in on the action and started to suck his now throbbing cock, which is a good size.  

Soon he was leaning against the exam table and I was rimming his clean, but slightly musky ass.  While I enjoyed rimming him the position was uncomfortable kneeling on the exam room floor.  He stood up, pulled me up and started making out with me again, and said he wanted to straddle my cock with me sitting in one of the room's chairs.  As a rule, I don't enjoy getting straddled but didn't see an alternative.  He eased down and was really enjoying my cock; I had to push my hands down on his thighs so that I could thrust up instead of getting ridden (which scares the hell out of me as I know guys who have had their cocks permanently damaged that way.)  His ass was loosening and it was feeling decent to good, but after a bit I told him the position was pretty uncomfortable, so he said to move to the exam table.

At first, he was standing leaning against the table.  I got in but it was an uncomfortable angle and I hate standing up to fuck.  Finally, I asked him to get up on the table and pushed him flat on his stomach and climbed up to get on top of him.  I now was able to get fully into him and to build up a good rhythm.  That position was better than before and not great and I decided if I felt the orgasm approaching not to hold back; fortunately, it soon built and I was then pulsing into him.

After we got up he kissed me, grabbed some paper towels to wipe his ass, and then handed me a bunch to wipe my cock.  Then he walked buck naked into his office to check his phone for any messages.  I dressed and asked to use a bathroom and still naked directed me down the hallway.  At that point I just wanted to leave; mission accomplished but a strange and unsettling scene.  By the time I was finished he'd pulled on his shorts and was cleaning up the exam room.  He stopped and walked me to door, pulled me in to kiss me and said let's do this again, and I left.

I went and did some errands and began to reflect on the experience.  A medical complex of that size must have 24-hour surveillance and likely keeps video recordings.  Surely there were cameras outside the building as well as inside recording the activity in the hallways as well as the parking lot (surely not the exam room, but dumb luck had prompted me to ask not to have the lights on.)  My own presence in the building wasn't an issue as he'd brought me in, but his letting someone in on the weekend, and then walking around in the hallway naked was incredibly reckless.  It was also a small miracle no one else entered the building while we were there.

When guys approach me online who are interested in public sex I always turn them down flat out:  risks like that don't give me a thrill; I don't want to get arrested.  But thinking back on it, this was pretty close.  I haven't seen him online since and wonder if there were repercussions.

Getting There

 This afternoon I had a second hook up with a retired cop.  Nice strong, hairy arms; calloused hands (and feet!)  Not someone you would peg (pardon the pun) as a bottom.

I don't imagine that he gets a lot of action as despite my sucking and then rimming him for a long time (during which he continually purred with pleasure) as despite my having him relaxed and dripping wet, he was incredibly tight, and it required patience just going in with the head, pulling back and pushing a bit further, pulling out and rimming him, easing more into him, pulling back out, using lots more spit and then gradually and slowly pushing more of myself in.  At a certain point as I pushed the final inches in I heard him gasp "big dick" with a bit of shock.  I just remained still and then sensing he was adjusting started to slowly pull back and then ease forward to develop a gradual rhythm.  His ongoing sighs of pleasure confirmed he wasn't experiencing discomfort and then after awhile I would feel him loosen up and as I pulled back and thrust forward he was pushing his ass to meet me.  Well into it at a certain point I murmured "let me do the fucking."

It went on for quite a long time; he definitely loosened up, but there still remained satisfying friction.  Yet, despite being at it for then 30 minutes I decided I needed to pull out and give my cock a chance to desensitize and pushed him on his back to make out and to stroke his cock.  But he grasped my cock and stroked it and clearly wanted more.  I did as well, but you can tell when you need a break or you'll never cum.

I pushed him back on his side and spooned him and we got into lazy relaxed fucking, where the wetness and the entry and withdrawing were audible.  It felt good, and I was enjoying it, but getting my nut needed seem likely.  At moments like this, awful as it sounds, I start to imagine fucking someone else to mentally get to cumming. I asked if he was getting sore or tired, and he said he was really enjoying it.  He must have sensed I needed some verbal stimulation as he started to grunt and sigh somewhat more.  And then with a leisurely pace the sensations in my cockhead began and I felt myself start to spurt. I was glad because it felt great, but also because I was imagining I was going to need to pull out and stroke off.

As I grew still and kissed and licked the back of his neck for awhile he quietly asked "did you cum?"  I am not into histrionics; ejaculating makes my mind explode and my cock does the speaking as I focus my energy there.  Clearly cumming for me is a largely mental exercise:  getting there, and then slowly savoring the release of semen and energy.  And then he said "yeah, I can feel the shaft throbbing."  Rather than large quick jets of cum, my cock and balls take awhile to gradually empty.  I stayed hard in him and after awhile started to grow softer.  He then coughed and my cock came out of him and he gasped with my exit.

My goal is to suck a guy off afterward, if possible, but this is one of those guys who never seems to get there despite steady sucking and stroking and playing with his balls.  I'd thought during the foreplay he was there and hoped to get him off, though realizing often guys can't get fucked after they come.  Despite my best efforts it didn't happen; he seems like a guy who would later stroke himself off alone.

He is a very nice guy and murmured "I left a washcloth out for you" when I indicated I needed to get out of his hair.  As we both got dressed there was that post hook up awkwardness, but he walked me to the door, gave me a cold bottle of water, and with a kiss said "you're always welcome."  

It was a good time, but don't know how he doesn't wear out; my cock now is definitely sore, but pleasantly sore.

The Cowboy State

Driving through the West I pulled over for the night in Wyoming,  I won't be specific as everyone there seems to know everyone else and I'd like to respect this guy's anonymity.

I'd driven all day, but arrived late afternoon, so enjoyed a light dinner and a shower, and the evening lay before me.  While I'd thought the likelihood of getting any action was remote, I logged on and got a number of bites.  One faceless profile, however, was pretty persistent and direct.  The description was of a 6' 2" muscular guy in his 30s, who quickly on inquired about my status and invited me to fuck him bareback.  We played the email ping pong thing and he declined to forward a pic, saying I'd discover how handsome he was when he arrived.  I imagined this was going to be a flake, but was staying in a seriously nice hotel and figured that it was worth giving a try as the location made it less likely some lune would show up.

About 20 minutes later there was a soft knocking on the door, and when I opened it towering over me was this gorgeous, muscular, broad shouldered crew cut blonde with ice blue eyes.  When he came in the room he bent over to kiss me and then eagerly pulled off my clothes.  This guy was thirsty for mansex.  He immediately went down on me, but came up for air repeatedly to wrap his arms around me and passionately make out.

Eventually I got a little more directly in the action; he has a nice sized  and pretty cock and low hanging balls.  He was panting and thrashing as I sucked and licked him.  I rolled him over so I could get at his ass and it is taut and literally like two halves of a large firm melon.  He practically started crying when I ate his ass; I'm not sure if he'd had it done before, but clearly not many times, if ever.  I got him on his side and we were making out, but he made it clear that was hungry for my cock so I slowly entered him.  He fucked me back with his ass and routed me on with panting and grunting and moans of pleasure.  While fucking him I kept being astonished that I was in this gorgeous manimal and that I was getting to find and push all his buttons.

It was clear he doesn't get action often and I was concerned that he might be getting sore as we were using spit for lube, but he wanted to keep at it and when I periodically eased out to give him breaks he was eager for me to push back into him again.  Finally the tension pushed me over the edge and I spurted into him and he pushed back as I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled the back of his neck, and we spooned as I grew a little softer.

This boy had no reservations though.  When my cock finally slipped out of him he crouched down and started to suck me hard again.  We laid next to each other and I lightly stroked his back and thighs admiring the light golden fuzz on his body aside from the dark next of pubes surrounding his cock and balls.  As we made out he stroked off and I imagined he'd be jumping up to exit, but he wanted to hang out.

We got into pillow talk and he opened up a bit.  Of course, he knows everyone local and they know him.  And, besides, being in construction he has to live a closeted life and after having tried the girlfriend routine for a long time realized that wasn't who he is.  It was both touching and sad as this is clearly a nice guy with serious depth besides being a gorgeous hunk.  As we bullshitted some reference I made to beer made him quickly and emphatically state he doesn't drink any more, so employing pop psychology I gathered that the small bit of firm but rounded belly could be a remnant and that he had had a long period of his self medicating to contend with being in the closet.

Trying to be gracious as I figured he might be trying to figure out a delicate way to exit, I asked if he'd like to shower.  He said "no, I want more of this" grasping my cock.  So I went back into him and we rolled around and made out as I fucked him for another 20 minutes."   He looked at the clock and noted that he had to be up brutally early in the morning and reluctantly got up to get ready to leave, but was leisurely in redressing and collecting his keys and phone.  At the door he pulled me close, bent down and gave me a passionate kiss and thanked me. 

God that was lovely encounter.

Squeeze Box

The contractor stud was back again today.  I got a message from him this morning, but he had limited time, so I quickly cleaned up and headed over.

When I arrived he'd just locked himself out of his hotel room, so there was some awkwardness hanging out in the parking lot until he got back into his room.  And then, he needed to prep (it's a little awkward listening to a guy cleaning out and jumping in out of the shower...)  As he was rushing, he was concerned whether he was still carrying some water and waited in an armchair to see whether the coast was clear.  It was evident rimming him was off the menu but while he waited to sense whether he was empty I started to suck him.  He stopped worrying at that point and got up and leaped on the bed.  Then it was on.

We rolled around and made out and then he grabbed some lube, lubed his ass, and turned on his side to push his ass against my crotch.  I  swung down and started to seriously suck and stroke him and before he came he pulled me off, presented his ass again and I quickly  pushed into him.  But, because he had only a microscopic amount of lube (Astroglide, which is awful) and because I hadn't a rimmed him, he was amazingly tight.  And, once I had eased it all in, he was clamping down and squeezing it, which was really intense.  He never quite loosened up and I was loving all the friction surrounding my cock.

I could tell that if I let it go, this wasn't going to be a long fuck.  He was pushing back with his butt to meet me as I pushed in and now I have figured exactly just how far  in to go to work his prostrate. While we started with him on his side, eventually he was flat on his stomach and I was grinding into him with him based on his affirming gasps.  I found my cock spurting into him and he clamped down and pushed back squeezing my load out.

As I eased out he jumped up and said, "let me straddle you so I can stroke off."  My cock never went down and he was soon sitting on me and furiously working his cock, but elevated enough off my lap so I could move to work to jab his prostate with the head of my cock; his grunts of pleasure gave me direction.  It was incredible looking at him:  thick muscular neck tense as he was coaxing his load, his hard pecs and washboard stomach, and defined arms.  I felt a sprinkle as he started to gasp and trash and then my stomach and chest were iced with his cum.

This wasn't a leisurely enjoy the after glow fuck this time.  It was a definite maintenance visit.  He was sweet as hell, but he had to get his ass moving, and he grabbed me a warm wet washcloth and we both started to get dressed. I paused to admire his fine ass sticking out of his jeans just before he pulled them up  (commando definitely looks hot.)  And then he came over in his fine glory, gave me a kiss and I headed out.  Mission accomplished.

Working Men

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.