After work tonight I had an encore with the Asian American guy I connected with late last week. His roommates are still out of town and, since one normally works from home, he was anxious to maximize this rare opportunity to discreetly host. And, why would I pass up such an opportunity?
Unfortunately, yesterday wasn't conducive for me (he has Sunday/Monday off) but he was game for late afternoon. So I actually had an excuse to leave work on time and headed out at 4:50/I felt reckless and free. His place is only 20 minutes away and an easy direct drive, so before I knew it I was walking in where he greeted me in red briefs. He's pretty meticulous about personal hygiene and wanted to know exactly when I was getting in the car so that he could jump in the shower just before I arrived (a seeming contradiction with the fact that he likes to get bred, but is grossed out by the towel with cum on it afterwards. It's interesting how individual minds work...)
We had plenty of time this evening, so it was nice and relaxed. He laid back on the bed and stroked himself while he watched me undress and then beckoned me to join him in bed. His mood was almost feline: Thursday he was aggressive and the situation was often primal; tonight he wanted to cuddle, make out, and caress. Worked for me!
While I really enjoyed it, I was thrown off by how passionate he was. I realized tonight his saying "suck my cock" was more pig talk than directive, but he did start off by directing me to lick his nipples (I found out he doesn't like them nibbled on.) He loves having his armpits nuzzled and they have nice long hair (yes, he's Asian American/otherwise pretty smooth except for a tiny bit of very wiry thigh hair.) He really got into sucking my cock ("my ass is hungry for this cock"), but is a bit daunted by it's size (okay, it's respectable, but I am not John Holmes) and loved my sucking his ("do you like sucking my cock?") I realized he just needs to periodically utter things/sort of like breathing. I am just more of a heavy breather/it takes all types...
He was shy about, but anxious for me to eat his ass and told me I owned it; it is my ass and he wants to please daddy with it. Works for me. I was inspired and wanted to do all I could to make him pant for my cock. Frankly I was mentally patting myself on the back for the fine rimming I was giving him. He was loving it, but nervous about wanting to get his ass relaxed to take my cock (later he said he thought it still hurt from the fucking I gave him a couple of days ago, and trust me I wasn't rough.) We had plenty of time, and I was really enjoying the banquet leading up to dessert. He told me it was all about pleasing daddy (okay, I have reconciled myself to being a daddy with many guys...)
There was a long period of my teasing his ass with my cock head; lots of lube, and several partial penetrations (well I guess full penetrations, but not the entire insertion of the full length of my cock.) Several times he asked me to pull out and assured me we'd get there, but he needed to get relaxed. I was content; I was licking and stroking him, he wanted to be nuzzled and to make out while my cockhead grazed his anus. It was nice, and since we were taking our time I could appreciate what a beautiful mouth he has and his incredibly nice eyes, which periodically widened when I hit some good spot with my tongue or cock head.
Finally he was at a point of sufficient relaxation; he didn't ever want to be on his belly: he wanted to make full eye contact while fucking. I eased it in and then he directed me to stop: he said "just let it slide in..." And, eventually it did/it actually felt great just holding it in place and having it gradually ease in of his body's own accord.
I realized I needed to chill and not give him full long dicking: it was apparent that when I thrusted the entire thing in it was pretty uncomfortable for him. Of course, he's about 5' 7" and weighs about 135 lb (I held him in my hands and marveled at how tiny his chest was.) He was loving just three or so inches slowly probing him/short jabs. But, this only made sense; I was working his prostate.
He need a couple of rest breaks, more lube (next time I'll bring my variety,which doesn't dry out as readily) and then I needed to persuade him to stop stroking his cock and to wait to stroke off after I came. He agreed but was insistent that when cumming I needed to fuck him hard (which I didn't/I could tell it would kill him.) But after several times of feeling myself getting a groove on and being interrupted to use more lube, or to pull out for a bit, I advised him he'd had me close several times. Getting his hand from around his cock (and between our stomachs) helped alot. I was still only giving him about 4" at a time, but his ass felt great massaging my cock head: I could feel it rising. His eyes widened and said "are you cumming? THEN KISS ME!" I bend down to passionately kiss him and gently pushed farther into him while it pulsed. After I finished spasming I locked eyes with him and asked "are you ready?" and then very gradually inched it out/he slightly winced as the head popped out. We spooned and then he rolled onto his side and while I stroked his nipples and lightly caressed his thighs and chest he stroked and then I saw a load of cum literally shoot about 4" out of his cock (holding true to the little guys shooting big loads stereotype.) It was both substantial and amazing. I asked if he always shot like that and he replied "no, it was all that time you were working my prostate."
We laid back, lightly grazed our fingertips over each other, and chatted and got more casual and relaxed with each other. We also wondered aloud when we'd next be able to connect. I needed to leave, but he insisted on jumping up to shower (my cum was leaking out of his ass) before I left. I rinsed off with a washcloth (and, blush, my dog ran up to me and immediately pressed his nose againts my crotch and vigorously sniffed the moment I walked in the door.)
It was another night for pleasantly spent balls/hurrah!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Just Not Feeling It
Yesterday Man Number One was an encore encounter with the Piano Man (referenced in earlier postings.) While I don't like to host I agreed to yesterday; he can't host and I offered, though I think I'd have preferred to motel it again.
When he arrived he needed to run to the bathroom and audibly expelled some water, which made feel a bit ill (I understand the physiology and appreciate the effort; though I don't like to hear it.) He was anxious to make out, which is normally my preference, but yesterday it just seemed excessive. I don't know where my head was, but it wasn't floating my boat for a change. Perhaps familarity breeds contempt (excuse the pun) but I wasn't feeling "turned on" and I'd expected to be; it has been a couple of weeks since we last fucked.
From the minute he got in the door I really just wanted to fuck him. I'd awaken horny as hell and really wanted to get straight to fucking, but he'd driven 15 miles, and I wanted to make him feel good as well. In retrospect, perhaps it would have been better and hotter if I'd just told him that I was so horny I needed to get right to the main course.
Anyway, I was into giving him head and, fortunately, the water he'd expelled had been clear so his ass was nice and clean, and just a tad musky. I was really into eating it. However, as his grunts of pleasure were keeping me going, he's occasionally blurt out some nonsequitur question in his normal somewhat high mellifluous voice, which broke the spell "is that rain?" (no, it was my heating system, which blows the heat out of the ceiling/granted, it was a rainy day, but was that an essential question when you are getting your ass eaten?) I rose and lined up my cock to rub against his ass and he was anxious for lube/fair enough, but it started to get mechanical: he next needed to get the poppers (I really hate them, but I am not getting fucked...)
I started to fuck him, but it was really wet, he wasn't very tight, and I was getting that "it's going to be a long time if it ever happens" feeling. Also he tends to really sweat during sex, making it even wetter. Periodically I was getting into a groove and could feel my load starting to build and he'd want to switch positions (grrr.) Spell again broken. Needed to reach for the poppers again/again spell broken. It was starting to become work.
At a certain point I said I needed a break and told him that it was too wet. I wiped off my cock and his ass, and then pushed back into him; he grunted from the greater friction, but there was no way I was going to use more lube. He was now on his back and it was feeling good, but he was making some kind of bizarre facial expressions (eyes bulging) to convey how much he was enjoying it. He also was hungry to make out throughout it, to an extent that became distracting. Finally, I decided to close my eyes and concentrated on my cock. That did the trick, I then felt it spurting out and a sense of relief, if not tremendous pleasure. Fortunately he was really enjoying it. He rolled onto his back and responded "the best ever". Not hardly, from my perspective.
I was still hard and he swarmed down onto my cock and sucked it into his mouth (kink points for that) and started to give me one of his killer blow jobs. However, another load wasn't on the horizon for awhile. I pushed him back and started to suck his nipples and to play with his balls, urging him along by saying we needed to get him off too. It took forever (yes, the damned poppers came out again) and then, with ample spasming he shot his load. It was ambundent and he rubbed it on his stomach, which was hot.
Weirdly, I just wasn't feeling the scene, so, after a brief interval said "would you like to shower?" He did. I then sat awkwardly in a robe, waiting for him to leave and for me to shower. He came out and was very chatty as he dressed. I felt shitty as I just wasn't in the mood; I wanted him to leave and while polite I mostly smiled and responded monosyllabically ( "really" "wow") and didn't prolong the conversation with questions, but very subtly ushered him to the door. A chaste kiss; thanks/goodbye.
I felt like a heel but I did try to get him off, and did try to engage, but didn't feel like I was all there. Afterwards I got a nice message from him on a4a and responded with a thanks and my regrets about being a bit tense about hosting. He responded warmly and graciously, but I really didn't feel as if I'd been especially gracious. Perhaps if we have a month hiatus it will be better. Or, perhaps, this has just run its course.
When he arrived he needed to run to the bathroom and audibly expelled some water, which made feel a bit ill (I understand the physiology and appreciate the effort; though I don't like to hear it.) He was anxious to make out, which is normally my preference, but yesterday it just seemed excessive. I don't know where my head was, but it wasn't floating my boat for a change. Perhaps familarity breeds contempt (excuse the pun) but I wasn't feeling "turned on" and I'd expected to be; it has been a couple of weeks since we last fucked.
From the minute he got in the door I really just wanted to fuck him. I'd awaken horny as hell and really wanted to get straight to fucking, but he'd driven 15 miles, and I wanted to make him feel good as well. In retrospect, perhaps it would have been better and hotter if I'd just told him that I was so horny I needed to get right to the main course.
Anyway, I was into giving him head and, fortunately, the water he'd expelled had been clear so his ass was nice and clean, and just a tad musky. I was really into eating it. However, as his grunts of pleasure were keeping me going, he's occasionally blurt out some nonsequitur question in his normal somewhat high mellifluous voice, which broke the spell "is that rain?" (no, it was my heating system, which blows the heat out of the ceiling/granted, it was a rainy day, but was that an essential question when you are getting your ass eaten?) I rose and lined up my cock to rub against his ass and he was anxious for lube/fair enough, but it started to get mechanical: he next needed to get the poppers (I really hate them, but I am not getting fucked...)
I started to fuck him, but it was really wet, he wasn't very tight, and I was getting that "it's going to be a long time if it ever happens" feeling. Also he tends to really sweat during sex, making it even wetter. Periodically I was getting into a groove and could feel my load starting to build and he'd want to switch positions (grrr.) Spell again broken. Needed to reach for the poppers again/again spell broken. It was starting to become work.
At a certain point I said I needed a break and told him that it was too wet. I wiped off my cock and his ass, and then pushed back into him; he grunted from the greater friction, but there was no way I was going to use more lube. He was now on his back and it was feeling good, but he was making some kind of bizarre facial expressions (eyes bulging) to convey how much he was enjoying it. He also was hungry to make out throughout it, to an extent that became distracting. Finally, I decided to close my eyes and concentrated on my cock. That did the trick, I then felt it spurting out and a sense of relief, if not tremendous pleasure. Fortunately he was really enjoying it. He rolled onto his back and responded "the best ever". Not hardly, from my perspective.
I was still hard and he swarmed down onto my cock and sucked it into his mouth (kink points for that) and started to give me one of his killer blow jobs. However, another load wasn't on the horizon for awhile. I pushed him back and started to suck his nipples and to play with his balls, urging him along by saying we needed to get him off too. It took forever (yes, the damned poppers came out again) and then, with ample spasming he shot his load. It was ambundent and he rubbed it on his stomach, which was hot.
Weirdly, I just wasn't feeling the scene, so, after a brief interval said "would you like to shower?" He did. I then sat awkwardly in a robe, waiting for him to leave and for me to shower. He came out and was very chatty as he dressed. I felt shitty as I just wasn't in the mood; I wanted him to leave and while polite I mostly smiled and responded monosyllabically ( "really" "wow") and didn't prolong the conversation with questions, but very subtly ushered him to the door. A chaste kiss; thanks/goodbye.
I felt like a heel but I did try to get him off, and did try to engage, but didn't feel like I was all there. Afterwards I got a nice message from him on a4a and responded with a thanks and my regrets about being a bit tense about hosting. He responded warmly and graciously, but I really didn't feel as if I'd been especially gracious. Perhaps if we have a month hiatus it will be better. Or, perhaps, this has just run its course.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Dirty Married Butt
The second installment of my slutty Saturday here.
Well, today after I'd connected with the Piano Man I found a message from today's Man Number Two who had responded last week to my CL ad, almost simultaneous with a message from Man Number Three. So I scanned my email and was reminded of last week's message ping pong with him.
The title of the response was "vgl bottom here". Frankly the "vgl" always annoys me; describing yourself as "very good looking" is arrogant and conveys a sort of macho swagger I find tiring. Let me figure out if you are good looking or not; good looking is pretty relative. However, when I went through the messages I also found he'd included a body pic:
Well, today after I'd connected with the Piano Man I found a message from today's Man Number Two who had responded last week to my CL ad, almost simultaneous with a message from Man Number Three. So I scanned my email and was reminded of last week's message ping pong with him.
The title of the response was "vgl bottom here". Frankly the "vgl" always annoys me; describing yourself as "very good looking" is arrogant and conveys a sort of macho swagger I find tiring. Let me figure out if you are good looking or not; good looking is pretty relative. However, when I went through the messages I also found he'd included a body pic:
He added that he was 5' 11", 155 lb. and muscular. The pic definitely looked hot. So I thought, what the heck but responded I was more of a silver daddy and not muscular or buff. He was okay with that. Being a bottom he liked my description and, quite frankly, it appeared that primarily he wanted to feel my big cock up his ass.
Last week he'd indicated we could meet at a rental property of his sister's in a blue collar town to the north. It's an okayish town, one I don't troll too often, so I was moderately interested. However, he then wrote back that he couldn't get the keys, and I forgot about him entirely.
Today he wrote and indicated he had the keys to a place in a toney town just next door. I knew exactly where he meant and it is about 15 minutes away. So I was totally cool with it. He wanted to meet at a church parking lot and to have me follow him. While I figured there was flake potential, at least I'd be in a nice area and able to come back home quickly if he didn't show.
However, he did arrive. When he pulled in I thought he looked older than the 43 he described. Greying at the temples and, unshaven, his stubble was grey also. He does look sinewy, but I wouldn't call him vgl at all. Wiry hair, combed back and receding, large glasses. He looks okay, but not distinguished. You wouldn't lust after him seeing him walking down the street. But he does have a nice smile. Clearly a professional type in a the North Face sort of way, down to the black VW Fox he was driving. I imagine he skis regularly.
Well I followed him to an empty condo; it was weird as he was nervous about our being seen by the neighbors in the adjacent units, though the likelihood seemed slim. He shared that he was married and discreet. I'd imagined that based on his arrangements for where we were hooking up.
He stripped and definitely does have a fine bod; he clearly spends alot of time in the gym and looks like he might swim as well. Zero body fat; a tiny tight little butt. His bod, for sure, is vgl, though he added at least an inch to his height in his description. He has a nice cock, but while well shaped it appeared pretty small. However, it definitely grew to nice size when engorged.
It was awkward and weird to stand in an empty, carpeted bedroom and to mutually stroke. But I was there in a "why the heck not try it mood" with low expectations. We held our cocks together and got into some mutual stroking and he knelt down and sucked mine and I sucked his. Again, the shape of his is great. Then I asked him if he liked to get rimmed; he seemed surprised that I asked, and responded "sure if you like to do that". I almost laughed; the attitude was almost as if he was doing me a favor.
Well he was showered and his anus was clean and I ate his ass and he was clearly enjoying it. I pulled off and the next thing I knew he was straddling me and taking it up his ass, which astonished me. I figured this was going to be a wrapped experience and had condoms in my jeans. However, I was psyched that instead this would be skin to skin. I knew he wasn't that wet, and he was grimacing as he pushed down; fortunately I had brought lube as well, which I fished out of my pants. Still he was tight as hell and grimaced as he skewered himself with my cock, moaning "you're really big". However, he loved it and was riding up and down it like a pogo stick. His face went from grimacing in pain to pleasure: he was stretched now and the big head was massaging his guts nicely.
It was okay, but being straddled is not my favorite position and doesn't allow me to do the fucking, so I asked if he'd like to try getting on his knees. I also know the other guy ultimately enjoys it more when I am in control of the action. Well that required pulling out of him and my olafactory senses immediately went on alert: he's gotten my cock dirty and it smelled; however the dude also had it all inside him and his ass is pretty small, so I'd surely passed the second sphincter. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom and found toilet paper and I wiped a bit off; I assumed that would end it, but he wanted me back in, and stood while I pushed into him. It was awkward fucking him standing and I recommended he put his hands against the wall, but he was worried about marks so, connected, we hobbled together into the adjacent bathroom.
His ass felt nice, but this wasn't satisfying and it was just plain sleazy and weird. However, I felt like I could cum, and when I asked him where he wanted me to, he indicated the sink. He started to vigorously work his cock and then I saw him spew an amazing amount of cum into the sink we were leaning against. My cock had come out and it was really pretty gross; we could both smell the stink and he was doing alot of wiping of his ass and I was wiping off my shit covered cock. I asked if there was any soap and he remembered some downstairs in the kitchen, but needed to get dressed (the shades were up) to get it. Fortunately there were paper towels and hand soap, so I was able to clean up a little. However, I never got off/he wasn't being a prick, but considering how dirty he got me it was logical that we both just wanted to move on.
When I got home I tapped him a response saying he had a nice cock and a nice ass and that, perhaps, I'd host him some time. (I figure he's married, discreet, and sane, so a reasonable risk. Also, I'd enjoy fucking him in a bed and savoring it, with towels and soap and water readily at hand in case he ended up dirty. However, this is the downside of playing with married or usually "straight" bottoms; they think shoving a finger up there while showering will do the job sufficiently. Perhaps it might if they are bottoming for an average sized cock, but mine is long and this guy wanted it as deep as possible (hint married men: Fleet enema/disposable --she'll never know.) He wrote back complimenting my dick (aw shucks partner, that's so sweet of you...) and saying he'd gladly like to do it again. We'll see. I must admit I liked the bod and would like to get horizontal in some proper furniture (read: a bed) and to give him a proper fuck. Who knows, maybe he'd take the load.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Spent Balls
When it rains, it pours. Today is a wet, dreary day in the Bay Area and suddenly --with no effort -- guys were coming out of the woodwork (pardon the mixed metaphor.) I am such a slut: I fucked three guys. Right now I am enjoying that pleasant glow when you've had good sex and you've shot your balls empty. I will chronicle today in three installments. Let me start with the last, which was also the best.
Last week I was bemoaning Craig's List flakiness. Yet, today after and arranged encore with the Piano Man, I suddenly found two emails from dudes who had responded to last week's CL postings. Weird. I'd totally forgotten them and had to scan my messages to see who the heck they were; fortunately I had pics for both. The first of the messages came from today's Man Number Three. His picture was blurry but enticing: 50 something, chunky, nice fur. He wanted to suck me, but I indicated I wanted to top. He was reticent, but indicated he'd give it some serious consideration, based on chemistry. I was figuring I'd use him as a back up if something else didn't pan out.
I responded to his email and got a few exchanges, and then suddenly there was no response. I was assuming he dropped me because he really didn't want to bottom. So I went out and met Man Number Two. But, when I returned I had a message from him. Apparently his mobile had gone dead while he was out; hence, the stopped communication.
Well, he wanted to do this as he had made plans to meet a friend for drinks and then delayed them. He called me back and said to come over. As luck would have it he lives about a mile and a half from my house/dangerously convenient. Saturday Bay Area traffic made it longer than it should be, but I was there in about 10 minutes. He greeted me at the door, fresh out of the shower in a robe with a kiss. Then another kiss; then he opened his mouth and we exchanged tongue. I knew this was going to be good.
He led me into his bedroom and he was anxious to start sucking my cock. He dropped to his knees while I was still standing and I needed to hook my hands under his pits and pull him up to lead him to the bed. Fortunately he took direction well. And then I went to work.
I started to suck his dick (I worked his nipples, but the smell of deodorant was waffing from his pits/yuck, so I moved south.) I decided to go all out and asked him if he liked it, and he responded he was nervous, as he had only been fucked four times before. Reflecting on this I find that astonishing/possible bullshit. However, I told him to roll over and gave him a killer rim job.
His ass tasted good, and I could tell he was tight and tense. However, he soon loosened up, and I lined my cock up against his hole and let it rest there. He was purring in pleasure. I gave him the very slightest pressure and found him pushing back. I asked if he was enjoying it and he assured me that if he wasn't he'd tell me to stop. He pushed back; I applied a tiny bit of pressure and I felt it going in. I let it rest and then pulled out and started to rim him again. I could tell this was surprising him. Then I lined up against him again and started to gradually penetrate him. He was liking it, but I asked him if he's like some lube/he asked me if I brought some and I pulled out and grabbed my jeans.
Using enough, but not too much I went back and slowly slid into him. I was incredibly patient and just let it rest there and waited for him to start pushing back. Then I took it very very slowly. He murmurred he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it. And then I started to slowly fuck him.
Suffice it to say, he had a tight and amazing ass. It gripped my cock and I knew I'd cum quickly. I held back because it was great, but also was seriously worried about him getting sore. However, he was loving it and started to aggressively push back. Several times I told him I was going to cum; several times he responded: "good." I wasn't going to refuse the invitation and I soon felt it pulsing in him and him clamping down and shoving back.
He wanted me in him to stroke off so that he could cum, but I was trying to make sure he enjoyed it and wanted to get fucked again. So, I eased out and worked his nipples and played with his balls while he stroked. It took him awhile and it didn't appear that he was cumming, but as I gradually fondled his balls and cock I felt a tremendous amount of cum (and, wished he'd shot in my mouth; for another time. Some guys get spooked when you want to take their load.)
The afterglow was nice; he has a nice fuzzy body: nature has blessed him with a nice, consistent layer of hair, but he's not Magilla Gorilla. It's just right. He liked being lightly caressed and as we talked it led to us lightly kissing, and my pushing my still engorged cock against his anus and gradually entering him again.
Unfortunately, I'd already shot once today, and he and I had deadlines. But, I got him on his back and we fucked for a bit with him furiously stroking his now super hard cock, but we both needed to end and neither of us came again. I reluctantly pulled out and we jumped up and showered.
We enjoyed each others' company, so much that we stood at the door, and though he was running late neither of us wanted the conversation to end. I suspect we both wanted to open a bottle of wine and to return to spend the rest of the evening naked in bed. Sigh.
He thanked me for being patient/I responded that it wouldn't be fun unless he enjoyed it. He mentioned that I needed to keep coming back since he know liked getting fucked. I hope so; he's indicated he has Tuesday and Wednesday off. Hopefully I can tap his ass again either day after work.
Last week I was bemoaning Craig's List flakiness. Yet, today after and arranged encore with the Piano Man, I suddenly found two emails from dudes who had responded to last week's CL postings. Weird. I'd totally forgotten them and had to scan my messages to see who the heck they were; fortunately I had pics for both. The first of the messages came from today's Man Number Three. His picture was blurry but enticing: 50 something, chunky, nice fur. He wanted to suck me, but I indicated I wanted to top. He was reticent, but indicated he'd give it some serious consideration, based on chemistry. I was figuring I'd use him as a back up if something else didn't pan out.
I responded to his email and got a few exchanges, and then suddenly there was no response. I was assuming he dropped me because he really didn't want to bottom. So I went out and met Man Number Two. But, when I returned I had a message from him. Apparently his mobile had gone dead while he was out; hence, the stopped communication.
Well, he wanted to do this as he had made plans to meet a friend for drinks and then delayed them. He called me back and said to come over. As luck would have it he lives about a mile and a half from my house/dangerously convenient. Saturday Bay Area traffic made it longer than it should be, but I was there in about 10 minutes. He greeted me at the door, fresh out of the shower in a robe with a kiss. Then another kiss; then he opened his mouth and we exchanged tongue. I knew this was going to be good.
He led me into his bedroom and he was anxious to start sucking my cock. He dropped to his knees while I was still standing and I needed to hook my hands under his pits and pull him up to lead him to the bed. Fortunately he took direction well. And then I went to work.
I started to suck his dick (I worked his nipples, but the smell of deodorant was waffing from his pits/yuck, so I moved south.) I decided to go all out and asked him if he liked it, and he responded he was nervous, as he had only been fucked four times before. Reflecting on this I find that astonishing/possible bullshit. However, I told him to roll over and gave him a killer rim job.
His ass tasted good, and I could tell he was tight and tense. However, he soon loosened up, and I lined my cock up against his hole and let it rest there. He was purring in pleasure. I gave him the very slightest pressure and found him pushing back. I asked if he was enjoying it and he assured me that if he wasn't he'd tell me to stop. He pushed back; I applied a tiny bit of pressure and I felt it going in. I let it rest and then pulled out and started to rim him again. I could tell this was surprising him. Then I lined up against him again and started to gradually penetrate him. He was liking it, but I asked him if he's like some lube/he asked me if I brought some and I pulled out and grabbed my jeans.
Using enough, but not too much I went back and slowly slid into him. I was incredibly patient and just let it rest there and waited for him to start pushing back. Then I took it very very slowly. He murmurred he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it. And then I started to slowly fuck him.
Suffice it to say, he had a tight and amazing ass. It gripped my cock and I knew I'd cum quickly. I held back because it was great, but also was seriously worried about him getting sore. However, he was loving it and started to aggressively push back. Several times I told him I was going to cum; several times he responded: "good." I wasn't going to refuse the invitation and I soon felt it pulsing in him and him clamping down and shoving back.
He wanted me in him to stroke off so that he could cum, but I was trying to make sure he enjoyed it and wanted to get fucked again. So, I eased out and worked his nipples and played with his balls while he stroked. It took him awhile and it didn't appear that he was cumming, but as I gradually fondled his balls and cock I felt a tremendous amount of cum (and, wished he'd shot in my mouth; for another time. Some guys get spooked when you want to take their load.)
The afterglow was nice; he has a nice fuzzy body: nature has blessed him with a nice, consistent layer of hair, but he's not Magilla Gorilla. It's just right. He liked being lightly caressed and as we talked it led to us lightly kissing, and my pushing my still engorged cock against his anus and gradually entering him again.
Unfortunately, I'd already shot once today, and he and I had deadlines. But, I got him on his back and we fucked for a bit with him furiously stroking his now super hard cock, but we both needed to end and neither of us came again. I reluctantly pulled out and we jumped up and showered.
We enjoyed each others' company, so much that we stood at the door, and though he was running late neither of us wanted the conversation to end. I suspect we both wanted to open a bottle of wine and to return to spend the rest of the evening naked in bed. Sigh.
He thanked me for being patient/I responded that it wouldn't be fun unless he enjoyed it. He mentioned that I needed to keep coming back since he know liked getting fucked. I hope so; he's indicated he has Tuesday and Wednesday off. Hopefully I can tap his ass again either day after work.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Make Me Your Boy
Well, it's been a cyber week, with alot of guys coming on to me who want me to respond in graphic detail what I'd do if I got them with their asses up in the air. I am sympathetic to an extent, and some days tempted to indulge their fantasies. But, I quickly figure out it's not going anywhere. It's usually okay, but some times they want to drag it out with incessant email back and forth that simply gets tiring.
One guy, who before today I would have put in that category, started coming on to me strong on five days ago. Normally I would have dismissed it, as he's been coming on to me for nearly two years offering to suck me. But there was a greater sense of urgency and specificity in these messages: his roomates would be out of town till Tuesday (heretofore he's come on to me and the windows of opportunity have been fairly ridiculous as well as random) and he gave me a pretty good idea where he lives, which is remarkably close to my house. Still I didn't think it would go anywhere.
This morning I woke up and at 5:30 a.m. had a live message (well he was still on and had just written it) on a4a. I thought to myself that maybe this wouldn't be bullshit. So I checked in with him periodically during the day. I haven't given in to a mobile device, but I am damn glad he has.
The downside was that he wasn't going to be available till 7 p.m., trapping me in my office (unless I wanted to head home, chill for a half hour, and then head out.) Well I have a shitload of work to do, but I also didn't want to put 11 hours into my office and then have the dude flake. Earlier in the day I asked for his specific address and he responded he'd give it to me when he got home; I wasn't having that. He compromised and said he'd give it to me just when he was leaving work: fair enough, he didn't want me to flake.
Well, I got the address and due to the crappy weather added on some time and then arrived at his house/nice neighborhood/okayish house. I retrieved condoms and lube from my trunk, just in case. He met me in bikini briefs and said he still needed to shower. He is as cute as a bug's ear. He's Asian American, 5' 7" and very defined. He's in his mid 30s (okay what is with all these guys in their 30s who have roomates? I'd live in a cheaper place before I'd do that.)
He was out of the shower quickly diminishing my hopes and leading me to think this was just going to be a blow job. He'd been coming on to me for months wanting to suck me, but in the last couple of days when I asked he let me know he likes to get fucked. Before heading to the shower he asked me to strip, and I noticed on the night table Gun Oil. I did the math and thought "this guy probably wants it bare!" However, operative logic is to take things s l o w l y not to spook the guy.
When he came out he was forthright about kissing. Nice busy arm pits, and big nipples atop defined pecs. I was liking this. He immediately got on his knees and greedily started sucking my cock. I pulled him up and he said let's get on the bed. Horizontal I started to suck his dick and balls and he was loving it. (amazing how much larger a cock can
look in pics; his is pretty small, actually.)
He growled "suck my cock" which threw me off. I don't like to serve, I like to collaborate. However, I let it go. He went nuts when I pushed his legs back and licked his hole, and then I pushed him on his stomach and got my tongue in him. It was nice, he loved it, and when I came up for air he asked me if I wanted him on his side. I decided to see where it would go and let him lead.
He sucked me some more, and then got on his side with my cock between his legs. Then he got the lube and lubed his dick, and my cock and rubbed his ass up and down against my cock head, and then grasped it to rub it against his hole. He moaned, "tease it! tease it!" but pushed against me hard; I pushed back and felt it start to penetrate him and he let me know that was what he wanted by starting to moan but murmuring "it's tight." I can take a hint (aka opportunity) and started to push in and his breathing and grunts of pleasure were all the affirmation I needed.
Now I've shared before I love fucking short men, and this guy was great. We continued with him on his side and him cranking his head back to urgently kiss. He had a hard, determined look in his eyes. I pulled out and pushed him on his back.
While I worried he'd get sore from that position he was aggressive and loving it. As I reentered him he asked if his boy ass was what I wanted. Responding yes, I asked if he liked my cock and he said "hell yeah, I've wanted this cock for years." And then he said what every top loves to hear: "I could use this every night." I asked him if I could make him my boy/he wanted to know how I'd do it, so I just came out and said "by breeding your ass." He thrust back and said "do it!"
Well I was almost there, and then he needed to let his legs down, and then said "try to cum if you can now, I'm getting sore." I was direct and shared he'd almost gotten it but he interrupted my rhythm. I went back in and could feel there was little lube, but I was determined. I pushed him on his side made him pull up his thigh, and swatted away his hands when he wanted to rub my chest or to pinch my nipples. He wanted to come with me, but I pushed his hand away from his cock: it was distracting me. I just focused on cumming and when I started to spurt he thrust back hard and growled again "don't stop fucking me. Keep fucking me while I cum." Mercifully he came quickly (some guys take forever to stroke off) and was hungry to kiss. He then told me I'd shot alot, which astonished me as I beat off this morning.
I got up to clean up and dress, but rubbed his now covered crotch and kissed him prompting him to ask if I wanted another round. If I could have definitely gone for another, but if he was getting sore before I knew he wouldn't survive a second round and it would take me at least 20 minutes to cum again. So, I just asked when his roommates were returning (four days from now.) Of course he's not free Saturday, when I have all the time in the world, but I might have "to go shopping" on Sunday when he's home.
When I walked in my door I wrote back when and said I wanted more, since he's now my boy how about Sunday at 1 p.m. Like a good boy he responded "yes sir!"
One guy, who before today I would have put in that category, started coming on to me strong on five days ago. Normally I would have dismissed it, as he's been coming on to me for nearly two years offering to suck me. But there was a greater sense of urgency and specificity in these messages: his roomates would be out of town till Tuesday (heretofore he's come on to me and the windows of opportunity have been fairly ridiculous as well as random) and he gave me a pretty good idea where he lives, which is remarkably close to my house. Still I didn't think it would go anywhere.
This morning I woke up and at 5:30 a.m. had a live message (well he was still on and had just written it) on a4a. I thought to myself that maybe this wouldn't be bullshit. So I checked in with him periodically during the day. I haven't given in to a mobile device, but I am damn glad he has.
The downside was that he wasn't going to be available till 7 p.m., trapping me in my office (unless I wanted to head home, chill for a half hour, and then head out.) Well I have a shitload of work to do, but I also didn't want to put 11 hours into my office and then have the dude flake. Earlier in the day I asked for his specific address and he responded he'd give it to me when he got home; I wasn't having that. He compromised and said he'd give it to me just when he was leaving work: fair enough, he didn't want me to flake.
Well, I got the address and due to the crappy weather added on some time and then arrived at his house/nice neighborhood/okayish house. I retrieved condoms and lube from my trunk, just in case. He met me in bikini briefs and said he still needed to shower. He is as cute as a bug's ear. He's Asian American, 5' 7" and very defined. He's in his mid 30s (okay what is with all these guys in their 30s who have roomates? I'd live in a cheaper place before I'd do that.)
He was out of the shower quickly diminishing my hopes and leading me to think this was just going to be a blow job. He'd been coming on to me for months wanting to suck me, but in the last couple of days when I asked he let me know he likes to get fucked. Before heading to the shower he asked me to strip, and I noticed on the night table Gun Oil. I did the math and thought "this guy probably wants it bare!" However, operative logic is to take things s l o w l y not to spook the guy.
When he came out he was forthright about kissing. Nice busy arm pits, and big nipples atop defined pecs. I was liking this. He immediately got on his knees and greedily started sucking my cock. I pulled him up and he said let's get on the bed. Horizontal I started to suck his dick and balls and he was loving it. (amazing how much larger a cock can
look in pics; his is pretty small, actually.)He growled "suck my cock" which threw me off. I don't like to serve, I like to collaborate. However, I let it go. He went nuts when I pushed his legs back and licked his hole, and then I pushed him on his stomach and got my tongue in him. It was nice, he loved it, and when I came up for air he asked me if I wanted him on his side. I decided to see where it would go and let him lead.
He sucked me some more, and then got on his side with my cock between his legs. Then he got the lube and lubed his dick, and my cock and rubbed his ass up and down against my cock head, and then grasped it to rub it against his hole. He moaned, "tease it! tease it!" but pushed against me hard; I pushed back and felt it start to penetrate him and he let me know that was what he wanted by starting to moan but murmuring "it's tight." I can take a hint (aka opportunity) and started to push in and his breathing and grunts of pleasure were all the affirmation I needed.
Now I've shared before I love fucking short men, and this guy was great. We continued with him on his side and him cranking his head back to urgently kiss. He had a hard, determined look in his eyes. I pulled out and pushed him on his back.
While I worried he'd get sore from that position he was aggressive and loving it. As I reentered him he asked if his boy ass was what I wanted. Responding yes, I asked if he liked my cock and he said "hell yeah, I've wanted this cock for years." And then he said what every top loves to hear: "I could use this every night." I asked him if I could make him my boy/he wanted to know how I'd do it, so I just came out and said "by breeding your ass." He thrust back and said "do it!"
Well I was almost there, and then he needed to let his legs down, and then said "try to cum if you can now, I'm getting sore." I was direct and shared he'd almost gotten it but he interrupted my rhythm. I went back in and could feel there was little lube, but I was determined. I pushed him on his side made him pull up his thigh, and swatted away his hands when he wanted to rub my chest or to pinch my nipples. He wanted to come with me, but I pushed his hand away from his cock: it was distracting me. I just focused on cumming and when I started to spurt he thrust back hard and growled again "don't stop fucking me. Keep fucking me while I cum." Mercifully he came quickly (some guys take forever to stroke off) and was hungry to kiss. He then told me I'd shot alot, which astonished me as I beat off this morning.
I got up to clean up and dress, but rubbed his now covered crotch and kissed him prompting him to ask if I wanted another round. If I could have definitely gone for another, but if he was getting sore before I knew he wouldn't survive a second round and it would take me at least 20 minutes to cum again. So, I just asked when his roommates were returning (four days from now.) Of course he's not free Saturday, when I have all the time in the world, but I might have "to go shopping" on Sunday when he's home.
When I walked in my door I wrote back when and said I wanted more, since he's now my boy how about Sunday at 1 p.m. Like a good boy he responded "yes sir!"
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Settling for a Blow Job
Today was a weird day. Had the day mostly to myself, but couldn't host. Was lazily reading the paper, logged into the myriad hook up sites (Manhunt almost never produces any leads where you live. Operative question: why do I continue to subscribe? It's not even that great when I travel...) And, not getting any bites, I did something I haven't done in months: I put an ad on Craig's List. Well, let me correct that, I put several ads on Craig's List.
CL is very fickle; trying to hook up there is in some ways like playing the lottery. I have found that on weekends it's nearly pointless: if you are 27, can host with driveway parking, and have 42" shoulders, a 27 waist, six pack abs, and -5% body fat perhaps you could score. It is nearly pointless to respond to a CL ad. However, today I responded to two and actually got responses; albeit, long after I initally wrote. On a Saturday nearly no one is really responding to ads before 11 a.m. (I placed the first about 9:30; on a weekday, however, this is an optimal time to place such an ad.) Round two got bites; round three ~ noon got several different, and quite interesting, responses.
Today's CL experience defined email ping pong, ironic in that I always put in an ad "let's avoid email ping pong." While I indicate respond with a pic, 75% don't respond with a picture and then need to be prodded into doing so. When you respond "need to travel to you" after about eight back and forth messages the guy asks "can you host?" When you respond "neg and std free" the guy asks in a message following the one where you thought you'd determined you were hooking up "are you neg? std free?" READ THE FUCKING AD.
Two the the guys who contacted me today couldn't host, as they each later revealed after about 30 minutes of back and forth, and then wanted me to fuck them in the back of their SUVs. Besides the possibility of arrest, there were additional considerations: where to park? temperature? (it is late autumn) clean up? One such guy initially sent me a pic of him in black tie flanked by his apparent wife and daughter (what are you thinking dude? Show some respect for your family!!!) And, if you are married or partnered, point that out up front; cripes! It's not a disqualification but is relevant information; in fact, for many many guys that is quite the incentive; it adds taboo. What's the worst thing that's going to happen? The other guy might say no? So you want to have the guy find out when you connect and possibly freak out?
Several of the guys who expressed interest I have had bite before. One is definitely certifiable (a former marine, who includes a 10+ year old pic of him in uniform adjacent to a flag, who had revealed entirely too much, but for which I am grateful. It has helped me avert an awkward or worse experience. He has responded to probably every since CL ad I have placed.) Another I have had borderline hostile exchanges with (just makes me want to jump in the car and drive over...) I mistook one for the fellow from the Frightening Fridays episode with the rump sprung bed (it wasn't him, but sounded like his doppleganger. He later advised me he couldn't host but was clean and lubed and wanted me to fuck him in his truck.) Another was an actual encounter from another Frightening Fridays episode: the one who lied about nearly everything and had me panicked until I got my next blood test. He was very anxious for me to come over. Right...
One character asked me if I wanted to drive down to his place (about 10 miles south) or, if it was too far, to split a motel room. I was willing to drive but he offered to split the room. This seemed implausible, but I allowed him his fantasy of jerking me around. He said he'd check into the room and email me when he was settled. In the meantime I went to the bank and to the dry cleaner. Was home by 1:00 never expecting to hear from the dude who wrote at 1:07 that "something had come up. Could we try for next weekend?"
Now this is actually pretty entertaining, and it's actually no less than I expected. However, even a blind pig occasionally finds an acorn, which is what I am thinking the rare instances I place or respond to ads on CL.
Well in the meantime I was logged into a4a. Again, you usually only see the same guys you always see, but it's far more likely to produce action than MH. Weekends though are usually terrible. It's at 8 p.m. on Saturday night that you have the horn dog that needs to shoot that load who is asking you over when you can't get out (or at 9 p.m.; or at 10 p.m. Sometimes at 2 a.m. when you've got insomnia and you think: are you serious? We've never met and you are asking me to your house at this hour?)
As it worked out, a guy I have checked out for two years was checking me out. He has written me before but he's oral only. I thought what the hell? Confirming he likes to suck as well I set out to connect with him. Negative, and a cute pic.
When I arrived it was evident the cute hunky pic was 15+ years ago. Still cute, but a definite Santa Claus stomach, and his eyes are kind of rheumy/he looked late 50's.
Still he was hunky, except his toe nails were yellow and kind of crusty (nail fungus) which grosses me out (once another guy had that, besides not trimming them, which I noticed after fucking him, making me nauseous...the nails, that is.) Major concern were two enormous cats on his bed (I am allergic.) However, he wanted to make it on an adjacent couch as his bedroom is his "sanctuary" (please.) This involved awkward correography (me standing getting sucked; me kneeling sucking his cock; him kneeling sucking mine; not enough space for us to both lie together and properly rub our cocks together.)
He was definitely into sucking my cock and has a nice big one himself, which it was great to eat. He also has great man musk, but I knew instantly he was a smoker (he doesn't kiss, and didn't stink of tobacco, I just knew it from his cock and ball musk. Oddly, while I hate cigarettes, guys who smoke have great musk.) He loved getting sucked and apparently he liked my technique. We went at it for awhile and he was close and warned me; I said "go ahead/you are neg, right?" I was in the mood to have a guy shoot in my mouth. Instead he pulled back and said "you don't want to do that". Well, I quickly deduced he wasn't taking my load either. Anyway, we went from sucking each other to stroking each other (he was a bit rough/my cock isn't a stick shift) and he came first: interestingly a clear load. He wanted to see me cum and using his cum as lube stroked me off (one good thing) and I came pretty quickly. It was okay and actually best that it ended quickly; we made chit chat about home improvements while I redressed. He walked me to the door and I gave him a kiss which seemd to please him, but I then said "sorry, I forgot you don't kiss."
All in all, it was short timed, which I expected, but unfortunately it was less than I expected, and I had low expectations. I don't envision an encore; I think I should have just rubbed one out at home (though I did enjoy sucking his cock.) Good think he didn't want to get into some comfortable 69 on his bed; as soon as I left I could feel the affect of being near his cats. I have been scratching since then; if I'd been on the bed I'd have broken out into a rash for sure.
CL is very fickle; trying to hook up there is in some ways like playing the lottery. I have found that on weekends it's nearly pointless: if you are 27, can host with driveway parking, and have 42" shoulders, a 27 waist, six pack abs, and -5% body fat perhaps you could score. It is nearly pointless to respond to a CL ad. However, today I responded to two and actually got responses; albeit, long after I initally wrote. On a Saturday nearly no one is really responding to ads before 11 a.m. (I placed the first about 9:30; on a weekday, however, this is an optimal time to place such an ad.) Round two got bites; round three ~ noon got several different, and quite interesting, responses.
Today's CL experience defined email ping pong, ironic in that I always put in an ad "let's avoid email ping pong." While I indicate respond with a pic, 75% don't respond with a picture and then need to be prodded into doing so. When you respond "need to travel to you" after about eight back and forth messages the guy asks "can you host?" When you respond "neg and std free" the guy asks in a message following the one where you thought you'd determined you were hooking up "are you neg? std free?" READ THE FUCKING AD.
Two the the guys who contacted me today couldn't host, as they each later revealed after about 30 minutes of back and forth, and then wanted me to fuck them in the back of their SUVs. Besides the possibility of arrest, there were additional considerations: where to park? temperature? (it is late autumn) clean up? One such guy initially sent me a pic of him in black tie flanked by his apparent wife and daughter (what are you thinking dude? Show some respect for your family!!!) And, if you are married or partnered, point that out up front; cripes! It's not a disqualification but is relevant information; in fact, for many many guys that is quite the incentive; it adds taboo. What's the worst thing that's going to happen? The other guy might say no? So you want to have the guy find out when you connect and possibly freak out?
Several of the guys who expressed interest I have had bite before. One is definitely certifiable (a former marine, who includes a 10+ year old pic of him in uniform adjacent to a flag, who had revealed entirely too much, but for which I am grateful. It has helped me avert an awkward or worse experience. He has responded to probably every since CL ad I have placed.) Another I have had borderline hostile exchanges with (just makes me want to jump in the car and drive over...) I mistook one for the fellow from the Frightening Fridays episode with the rump sprung bed (it wasn't him, but sounded like his doppleganger. He later advised me he couldn't host but was clean and lubed and wanted me to fuck him in his truck.) Another was an actual encounter from another Frightening Fridays episode: the one who lied about nearly everything and had me panicked until I got my next blood test. He was very anxious for me to come over. Right...
One character asked me if I wanted to drive down to his place (about 10 miles south) or, if it was too far, to split a motel room. I was willing to drive but he offered to split the room. This seemed implausible, but I allowed him his fantasy of jerking me around. He said he'd check into the room and email me when he was settled. In the meantime I went to the bank and to the dry cleaner. Was home by 1:00 never expecting to hear from the dude who wrote at 1:07 that "something had come up. Could we try for next weekend?"
Now this is actually pretty entertaining, and it's actually no less than I expected. However, even a blind pig occasionally finds an acorn, which is what I am thinking the rare instances I place or respond to ads on CL.
Well in the meantime I was logged into a4a. Again, you usually only see the same guys you always see, but it's far more likely to produce action than MH. Weekends though are usually terrible. It's at 8 p.m. on Saturday night that you have the horn dog that needs to shoot that load who is asking you over when you can't get out (or at 9 p.m.; or at 10 p.m. Sometimes at 2 a.m. when you've got insomnia and you think: are you serious? We've never met and you are asking me to your house at this hour?)
As it worked out, a guy I have checked out for two years was checking me out. He has written me before but he's oral only. I thought what the hell? Confirming he likes to suck as well I set out to connect with him. Negative, and a cute pic.
When I arrived it was evident the cute hunky pic was 15+ years ago. Still cute, but a definite Santa Claus stomach, and his eyes are kind of rheumy/he looked late 50's.
Still he was hunky, except his toe nails were yellow and kind of crusty (nail fungus) which grosses me out (once another guy had that, besides not trimming them, which I noticed after fucking him, making me nauseous...the nails, that is.) Major concern were two enormous cats on his bed (I am allergic.) However, he wanted to make it on an adjacent couch as his bedroom is his "sanctuary" (please.) This involved awkward correography (me standing getting sucked; me kneeling sucking his cock; him kneeling sucking mine; not enough space for us to both lie together and properly rub our cocks together.)
He was definitely into sucking my cock and has a nice big one himself, which it was great to eat. He also has great man musk, but I knew instantly he was a smoker (he doesn't kiss, and didn't stink of tobacco, I just knew it from his cock and ball musk. Oddly, while I hate cigarettes, guys who smoke have great musk.) He loved getting sucked and apparently he liked my technique. We went at it for awhile and he was close and warned me; I said "go ahead/you are neg, right?" I was in the mood to have a guy shoot in my mouth. Instead he pulled back and said "you don't want to do that". Well, I quickly deduced he wasn't taking my load either. Anyway, we went from sucking each other to stroking each other (he was a bit rough/my cock isn't a stick shift) and he came first: interestingly a clear load. He wanted to see me cum and using his cum as lube stroked me off (one good thing) and I came pretty quickly. It was okay and actually best that it ended quickly; we made chit chat about home improvements while I redressed. He walked me to the door and I gave him a kiss which seemd to please him, but I then said "sorry, I forgot you don't kiss."
All in all, it was short timed, which I expected, but unfortunately it was less than I expected, and I had low expectations. I don't envision an encore; I think I should have just rubbed one out at home (though I did enjoy sucking his cock.) Good think he didn't want to get into some comfortable 69 on his bed; as soon as I left I could feel the affect of being near his cats. I have been scratching since then; if I'd been on the bed I'd have broken out into a rash for sure.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Kiwi Boy Butt
This morning I was just vegging on the couch; scanning the Sunday New York Times drinking coffee, and slowly waking up. I did (as my followers will have noted) tap a blog entry for yesterday's session with the Arab. But, knowing I'd be free to roam later this afternoon I logged into a4a and other sites (men4sex now seems to be a virtual desert. They need to recognize that their revenue comes from their advertisers and not to have all kinds of roadblocks to those who don't subscribe/they are bending over a dollar to pick up a dime. But, yet again, I digress...)
Early afternoon I had this guy come on to me: 31, 220 lb; 5' 9" but allegedly a 32" waist (seemed unlikely, and later the evidence suggested 34 or 35). He listed negative, but also "anything goes."
He was pretty persistent, but couldn't host (said he had a partner) but wanted to get fucked and was willing to consider getting fucked in the back of his truck. I don't take such risks: about 11 years ago I traded blow jobs with a bottom in a Tully's parking lot, and when I walked to my car realized that a girl and her boyfriend had been watching us...in retrospect I was lucky that was all that happened.)
I decided to be bold and said "I gather you like skin to skin action". He responded if I was neg I could pork him for as long as I liked and blow inside. Hmmm. Was this too good to be true? I indicated I'd be free after 3:30 and he said he'd log back in around 3ish.
When I found him back on line he was mobile. He indicated he hadn't had a chance to clean out and asked if I'd want to wear a "dom" (condom.) I said I'd be willing to wipe off, but might have issues cumming or staying hard if I wore one. I also wasn't up for that to be the outcome after alot of message ping pong. He was okay with that, but not with kissing. I soon found that he lives remarkably close to me and, uncharacteristically, I invited him over, stressing it would need to be quick.
Well, he is 5' 9" and chunky over muscle. He arrived and was very macho/chewing gum, feigning insouciance. He doesn't like to kiss (currently) probably because the partner is a girl. He took off his shorts and his cock appeared to be really small; he said he'd have to work up to it getting hard. I quickly noted an accent and found out he's from New Zealand.
He advised me he'd only done this twice before (!) and hoped I'd go at it slowly. I asked if he was okay with the whole situation and he assured me yes, that he loves the feel of a cock up his ass.
I bent down to start sucking him to get him relaxed and while uncut, he was definitely gamey down there, but not in a good way. I knew I wasn't going to put my tongue near his balls or further south and pulled off quickly (now that I think about it, he might have fucked the girlfriend following his last shower.) He assured me that next time he'll take the time to rinse out so I can eat his ass (apparently he hasn't been rimmed before/ well friend, you're going to need to get down there fresh first, and to consider kissing to get rimmed.) He also assured me that he might kiss in subsequent hook ups. His dick got harder, but he's no more than 5".
I got him to take his shirt off, and he has a nice fan of light hair on his shoulders and big nipples. He clearly has played sports: broad shoulders and an okay ass. I decided this was going to be a quick hump and dump, so I got out the Wet and lubed his ass (I wasn't going to stick my finger in though), lubed my cock, and started to tease his ass with cock head. He was more than ready and pushed back.
His body temperature was really warm: a much warmer ass than most guys, and he was nice and tight. I took it slow but he was soon pushing back against me, however, when I got him on his side and pushed up he yelped a couple of times (I had breached the second spincter.) I focused on giving him three to four inches which he liked, unless he was pushing back and controlling the action when he was pretty much getting the whole thing. He was clearly enjoying it/but not very verbal.
It felt great and I was ready to let go most of the time I was fucking him, but I also wanted to savor it and he seemed to be enjoying it/I periodically checked in to see if he was getting sore and he said no. However, I also recognize that I am either going to cum after 10 minutes or it's going to be more like 30. He wanted to move around a bit and I could tell wanted to try other positions, but I wasn't pullling out under any circumstances, since he hadn't cleaned out first. Also, I had other stuff to get done and wasn't up for a marathon/he was also allegedly on a shopping trip to Target.
While fucking he kept saying he'd like to come back, and emphasized how close we live to each other. He asked if I liked boy bottoms and I replied I liked bottoms period, but boy bottoms were hot. He responded that he liked daddies (lucky me.)
Finally I decided to let it go, and when he sensed it was spurting he pushed his ass back against me hard, and asked me to keep thrusting deep into him; this is a wild one, despite the low key manner. I could tell this guy wanted a nice warm load deep in him, and he got one. He clearly loved the feeling.
His phone had gone off a couple of times since he'd arrived; I asked if he wanted to clean up (when I pulled out my cock was dirty, but not gross) and he declined, saying he'd clean up at home, but I carefully wiped his ass with a towel.
He was out the door shortly, and I quickly got a response on a4a saying "thank you very much". Well it was fine, and he will more than do for when I quickly need to scratch that itch (unless he ends up learning how to be passionate, and then he could be fine.)
Early afternoon I had this guy come on to me: 31, 220 lb; 5' 9" but allegedly a 32" waist (seemed unlikely, and later the evidence suggested 34 or 35). He listed negative, but also "anything goes."
He was pretty persistent, but couldn't host (said he had a partner) but wanted to get fucked and was willing to consider getting fucked in the back of his truck. I don't take such risks: about 11 years ago I traded blow jobs with a bottom in a Tully's parking lot, and when I walked to my car realized that a girl and her boyfriend had been watching us...in retrospect I was lucky that was all that happened.)
I decided to be bold and said "I gather you like skin to skin action". He responded if I was neg I could pork him for as long as I liked and blow inside. Hmmm. Was this too good to be true? I indicated I'd be free after 3:30 and he said he'd log back in around 3ish.
When I found him back on line he was mobile. He indicated he hadn't had a chance to clean out and asked if I'd want to wear a "dom" (condom.) I said I'd be willing to wipe off, but might have issues cumming or staying hard if I wore one. I also wasn't up for that to be the outcome after alot of message ping pong. He was okay with that, but not with kissing. I soon found that he lives remarkably close to me and, uncharacteristically, I invited him over, stressing it would need to be quick.
Well, he is 5' 9" and chunky over muscle. He arrived and was very macho/chewing gum, feigning insouciance. He doesn't like to kiss (currently) probably because the partner is a girl. He took off his shorts and his cock appeared to be really small; he said he'd have to work up to it getting hard. I quickly noted an accent and found out he's from New Zealand.
He advised me he'd only done this twice before (!) and hoped I'd go at it slowly. I asked if he was okay with the whole situation and he assured me yes, that he loves the feel of a cock up his ass.
I bent down to start sucking him to get him relaxed and while uncut, he was definitely gamey down there, but not in a good way. I knew I wasn't going to put my tongue near his balls or further south and pulled off quickly (now that I think about it, he might have fucked the girlfriend following his last shower.) He assured me that next time he'll take the time to rinse out so I can eat his ass (apparently he hasn't been rimmed before/ well friend, you're going to need to get down there fresh first, and to consider kissing to get rimmed.) He also assured me that he might kiss in subsequent hook ups. His dick got harder, but he's no more than 5".
I got him to take his shirt off, and he has a nice fan of light hair on his shoulders and big nipples. He clearly has played sports: broad shoulders and an okay ass. I decided this was going to be a quick hump and dump, so I got out the Wet and lubed his ass (I wasn't going to stick my finger in though), lubed my cock, and started to tease his ass with cock head. He was more than ready and pushed back.
His body temperature was really warm: a much warmer ass than most guys, and he was nice and tight. I took it slow but he was soon pushing back against me, however, when I got him on his side and pushed up he yelped a couple of times (I had breached the second spincter.) I focused on giving him three to four inches which he liked, unless he was pushing back and controlling the action when he was pretty much getting the whole thing. He was clearly enjoying it/but not very verbal.
It felt great and I was ready to let go most of the time I was fucking him, but I also wanted to savor it and he seemed to be enjoying it/I periodically checked in to see if he was getting sore and he said no. However, I also recognize that I am either going to cum after 10 minutes or it's going to be more like 30. He wanted to move around a bit and I could tell wanted to try other positions, but I wasn't pullling out under any circumstances, since he hadn't cleaned out first. Also, I had other stuff to get done and wasn't up for a marathon/he was also allegedly on a shopping trip to Target.
While fucking he kept saying he'd like to come back, and emphasized how close we live to each other. He asked if I liked boy bottoms and I replied I liked bottoms period, but boy bottoms were hot. He responded that he liked daddies (lucky me.)
Finally I decided to let it go, and when he sensed it was spurting he pushed his ass back against me hard, and asked me to keep thrusting deep into him; this is a wild one, despite the low key manner. I could tell this guy wanted a nice warm load deep in him, and he got one. He clearly loved the feeling.
His phone had gone off a couple of times since he'd arrived; I asked if he wanted to clean up (when I pulled out my cock was dirty, but not gross) and he declined, saying he'd clean up at home, but I carefully wiped his ass with a towel.
He was out the door shortly, and I quickly got a response on a4a saying "thank you very much". Well it was fine, and he will more than do for when I quickly need to scratch that itch (unless he ends up learning how to be passionate, and then he could be fine.)
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