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.

The Whippet

Admittedly, after a long drought in writing I am catching up.  But wanted to share another relatively recent series of encounters have been with this tallish, exceedingly lean and damned handsome fellow.  He's over 6' 1" and weighs about 160; with an incredibly narrow waist.  Sinewy muscular legs, and broad shoulders, and a full beard.  A strong, striking, withdrawn type.

He's definitely an enigma: when we first connected a few years ago, he wanted to get topped when his partner was traveling.   I went once, he silently led me into his bedroom, sucked me hard, allowed me to rim his ass, straddled me and mounted my cock and while writhing with quiet pleasure stroked off.  Once he came, he got up, leaving me with a still throbbing cock and blue balls, handed me a hand towel, and indicated he was done.  I was pissed.  Then stupidly I ignored the adage "once burned his fault, twice burned yours" gave it another chance, and had an exact encore.  Burning mad I left and swore not to return.

Well over the years since, he'd periodically messaged me.  I was mostly unresponsive and then finally indicated that I was into reciprocal action and not just helping someone get off.  He responded it was an off day for him, and I noted it had been twice.  He kept writing back and assuring me he'd definitely make sure I got off.  After back and forth for months, one afternoon after being pretty clear about what I expected, I relented and went back.  It was 180 degree different experience, and was hot amazing sex.

Among other things, he opened up and talked and smiled, and interacted.  That should be part of the ground rules, but this was completely different.  And, the guy was passionate:  plenty of making out and mutual oral and then when I eventually penetrated him it went on for a long, long time as we moved around the bed exploring all possible positions.  Finally I came and he was happy to lie there and to chat, resume some mutual stroking, he scooped down and started to suck me fully hard, and I was back fucking him till I gave up another load.  What was interesting was that during the intersession, he pushed me flat.  Now while I love to rim, I don't like being rimmed, and I made that clear, but he wanted to lie on me, pressed his partially limp cock against my ass, and started to hump.  I made it clear I wasn't going to bottom, but he kept at the frottage (I think he was imagining I'd relent, and I wasn't about to.  I'm not "above" bottoming, I simply don't like it.)  The fact that he didn't get fully hard was both reassuring and odd.  And, after the first two experiences only being about 15 minutes each, this time we played for over two hours.

Afterwards I saw him on line several times and I hit him up and he responded "well, you kept me waiting a long time before you gave me another chance."  Touche I had to admit.  He indicated that when the time was right he'd let me know. And, a couple of weeks ago, he hit me up for an encore.

But this time he was back into his laconic self as he wordlessly led me back into a guest room to get down to business:  he wasn't only about his own pleasure, but we went about it all with no words and kind of mechanically. While he wasn't at all talkative as we began, as we continued rolling around he became increasingly chatty.  This is clearly a guy that lives in his head and you can tell there's a lot going on.  He's got a lovely home with really interesting things, and its obvious he and his partner are successful.

After a long stretch of fucking him I finally shot my load and he repeated the frottage from the last time with me making it clear that I wasn't interested in getting fucked.   He never came and after I fucked him actually never got fully hard despite my giving it considerable effort.  But he definitely loving getting fucked, so I didn't feel at all selfish or guilty.  But after the frottage he was eager for me to fuck him again and I was simply spent.  He reminded me that "last time you gave me two loads" and that he wasn't taking no for an answer.  So he determinedly sucked me with relentless and amazing skill until I was fully hard again and then he mounted me.  When after a lot of thrusting  I wasn't able to cum, he dismounted and then stroked and sucked me with gusto until I was thrashing and giving up the second load he was insistent on having:  he quickly jumped up, straddled me,  and pushed my pulsing cock into his ass wanting to be bred.

We layed around a bit more and chatted, and then both determined we needed to go our own ways and to be productive.  He's a hot guy if a bit quirky but I'm glad to have discovered his passionate side. 

The Handiman

Okay, the title hear isn't quite accurate:  the guy described in the episodes below is a contractor of some sort; more of a specialist than a handiman.

Again, on one of the sites I was being messaged by a guy with somewhat obscured face pics (initially.)  But he had wide open torso shots depicting broad shoulders, and broad smooth pecs, and defined biceps.  He lists himself as a versatile top, and is in his late 30s.  I responded nice, but that I am a top and while I enjoy the rest, I don't bottom.  He wrote back to indicate he was looking to bottom and was staying in a local hotel and looking to host that morning.  Then he opened his private pictures and besides being a fine looking guy, it showed he has a big hefty cock and a nice ass.  So, after a little more message ping/pong and some time to engage in risk/benefit analysis, I showered, hopped in the car and traveled over.

When I arrived, he came to the door naked:  he's about 6' 2" and definitely athletic.  Firm toned thighs, a defined chest/flat stomach, long thick neck; tight firm ass, and totally smooth aside from some pubes and baby fine hair in his pits.  But what was most noticeable is the guy has a long, thick dick and low hanging balls:  genuinely well formed and really nice looking equipment.  He was slack but soon grew hard.  But best of all, the guy has the demeanor of a puppy.  Sweet, easy going, wide smile, and passionate.

Well I stripped and we started to go at it, but it was clear he loved to make out, and we both focused on that as we mutually got seriously hard and respectively sucked each others' cocks, only to keep taking breaks to get back to making out while manually working each others' cocks.  When I did suck his I was glad (actually pretty self satisfied) that I could throat the entire shaft and I loved hearing him gasp each time I took it completely down.  I was giving him serious oral and he pulled me off not wanting to cum.  When I directed him to roll over he was purring like a kitten as I tongued his ass.  I'd figured out he was totally cleaned out, and all the while was thinking:  "how is it that this mustached macho stud, who looks like the classic blue collar babe magnet, is so into getting fucked by a guy?"  Trust me, I realize there really isn't a gay or straight look, but this man defines the regular studly carpenter/brick layer/plumber you'd see sipping a beer at a blue collar bar.

He murmured "it's time to get that big cock in my ass" and his ass immediately yielded and he enjoyed it more as he took every inch.  His ass was amazing, but what made it incredible was that he wanted to make out the entire time we were fucking and he enthusiastically took it in every position.  He made it clear he was in no hurry and that he didn't want me to cum soon.  I didn't; the fucking alone continued for at least 40 minutes.  After I finally came/us on our sides with me stroking his cock, he was into damp spooning and small talk.  This is a decent, sweet guy.  We began fucking again, but I didn't come again that first time.

But, a couple of weeks later he was back and in that lengthy session I did give him two loads (astonishing me.)  Frankly, I think he would have been happy to hang out an hour longer fucking, but I needed to do something productive so I begrudgingly got up to get dressed.

As luck would have it, he was back last week (he's clearly working on some local home improvement projects.)  I immediately got into seriously worshipping his cock and he was thrashing and literally had to push me off to keep from cumming, saying it was time to get my cock in his ass, because he didn't want to cum then.  We went at it for awhile but as I had him on his back with his legs on my shoulders he started to thrash and gasped: "shit, I am cumming and I haven't touched myself!"  I paused, remained in him and watched the cum ooze out of his cock's head and waited for him to enjoy the orgasm, and then began thrusting again.  Watching it flipped the switch in my head and I found my cock spurting into him.  He was pretty stunned and kept insisting he'd never cum without touching himself before; he's just entered a new orbit.

These were three amazing sessions and I hope I'll be lucky enough for him to return.  While I don't believe in asking a lot of questions, I did gather he's typically a top, which is no surprise with his cock.  He'd mentioned the possibility of my joining him to fuck some twins he plays with, but I indicated that's not my scene (and he responded he probably would rather that I only fucked him anyway.)   Anyway, quite the stud, but also a nice sweet passionate guy. A really fine time.