Bear Cub Encore

Since our initial encounter I've hooked up with the Bear Cub twice more.  It's been hot, but our sessions have focused on me making him feel good and pushing all his buttons, while he's been the bottom.  Trust me, I am not complaining.  I have enjoyed every bit of our sessions.

He's a very passionate kisser, which I fully like, and he can continue with no urgency to proceed south.  Actually it takes some steering to lead him from standing and making out to the bed (although he's typically on his knees during part of our "standing." ) The other day was I was struck by how once we get in his bedroom his geeky small talk ceases as he removes his glasses and strips, and then he's all business with little chatter.

When we really get into it, he's commenced with lengthy devotion to my cock, giving me oral.  He definitely wants to please me, but it's clear he loves my cock and views being able to throat it as a sport.  While definitely nice, its not getting me off (he doesn't recognize the need to simultaneously stroke while sucking) but besides enjoying the touch, and his effort to make me feel good, I realize I need to lay back and be patient as this is also part of getting him off.

As typical in such encounters, getting oral is usually followed by repeated passionate kissing with me then going down.  I do work his cock (although it's pretty small) with both my mouth and hand simultaneously.  Feeling him get even harder, his sighs and his change in breathing I can tell when he's about to cum and know to pull off (interesting as when we first connected he indicated he doesn't usually cum due to his allergy meds.)  Then it's to his balls and his taint and down to his anus.  But then it's time for more mouth to mouth tongue exploration (both for passion and to prove to each other that if someone eats your ass you need to be willing to kiss them afterwards.)  Then it's time for him to roll over and for me to pull his cheeks apart and give him a serious rim job.

This past time that we connected we began with him on his knees sucking me with his ass over my face so I could work his hole with my tongue.  I was definitely into it as I could hear him continually gasping and gradually loosening so that I could penetrate him with my tongue.  Midway he abandoned giving me oral and allowed me to service him.  And then it was time to get him to roll over and for me to pull his cheeks apart and to get him seriously wet.

I was struck by how good the musk from his ass was; he was clearly cleaned out (the minute I smell any fecal odor it's over...)  The aroma makes you "dive in" and keep going back for more.  His cooing and moaning was the primary incentive, however, and made me determined to keep at it until my tongue needed a rest.

Following rimming I usually like to lie back with the guy and make out some more; good sex (for me) is about being leisurely and savoring each part of the experience -- otherwise it gets mechanical.

This time he crouched over me to insert my cock into himself; he gave it a good effort with just spit, but being super tight he needed to grab some lube to slicken up me and to wet himself.  And then after the initial entry he eased down onto it bit by bit.  His face was a mixture of pleasure and grimace; he indicated it had been since our last encounter for him to get fucked.  He rode up and down on my cock, but I always get nervous as I know two guys who have had their cocks severely injured (and been unable to use them) as a result of a bottom riding them.  So, while I really wanted him to both loosen up and to enjoy it, I was carefully monitoring that he leaned toward and not away from me.  Now I want to be clear that I too was mostly seriously enjoying how it felt.

He dismounted and then we alternated between him on his side (where I got past the curve in his intestines known as the "second hole") and him laying flat.  Each guy is configured a bit differently (as you learn trying to enter him) and I find while the side position is my favorite, to stay in required him leaning away from me, and I really get into fucking when I can hug the guy to my chest to move back and forth in him.)  I was definitely enjoying the feeling of my cock head against the walls of his ass, and loosening him up further as I pushed into him from different positions.  The best part -- and the greatest incentive was listening him moan in pleasure saying "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Fuck!"  We were at it a long time, but unfortunately he doesn't seem to remember to fuck back against me and I wasn't getting the sensation in the head of my cock needed to cum, so I eased out and we proceeded to make out some more and intensely stroked each other's cocks.  I was starting to feel really good and could tell I'd likely get eventually there, but I felt him start to get severely hard and his balls were tight so I knew he was ready.   He then grabbed his own cock and started to furiously stroke and I crouched down and waited; his face was tight, his eyes steely, and his breathing heavy as he began to spurt.  An initial stream hit his stomach but I immediately put my mouth over his cock head and took the rest of his load, licked up what was on his stomach, and pulled up to kiss him.  He was initially hesitant but then let go and got into it.  Years ago I had a bottom who shared he loved everyone else's cum but his own, so I got the initial reluctance.

We continued making out, but I could tell the moment for me to possibly cum had passed.  I absolutely cannot cum on demand, and as I get older I realize just to cum isn't what good sex is about.  It's the feeling, the touch, the tasting, the aroma, and the experiencing the joy of being with another man and getting him off.  I didn't cum the last two times after having bred him during our initial hook up, but that was okay.  I clearly had a fine time and got my fix of human touch.

Hirsuite

This terribly cute young bear came on to me on-line for most of this past summer.  It was mostly pleasantries for weeks, making idle chitchat asking me how I was, commenting on the weather, and similar bromides. His profile is vanilla lite, and he came across as terribly innocent. I responded back pleasantly, but wasn't quite getting his deal and was a bit bored.  And then, in October I realized that he'd opened up to me a gallery of his pics, which are hardly innocent.  So, I replied back with two pics of my own, prompting him to respond I could do whatever I wanted with him, and asking when I was free.

I don't host, so I imagined that might shut down the conversation.  He's partnered but in an open relationship.  And, I was very pleased that he could host.  All the vibes were good, so I accepted his invitation.

His house is a haul to get to from my place, and a bit of a pain involving curvy roads and steep hills.  I pulled up to a new, nondescript house (recently housing development.)  I texted my arrival and he ushered me inside.  Once in I was blown away:  floor to ceiling oil portraits, collections of modern and depression glass and serious antiques.  Additionally, though the house is actually the size of a large garden apartment, it is antiseptically clean; it was clear that they have help (he later confirmed that he and his partner have a cleaner come in once a week.) This guy is a midlevel government lab scientist, so I figured his partner is hauling in the big bucks (he's an antique dealer, so he must be a serious antique dealer.)  After quickly admiring his home, he brought me into the master bedroom.

I must admit, it always leaves me queasy fucking a guy in the bed in which he sleeps with his partner, but it was his choice.  He'd assured me in advance that we wouldn't need to be concerned about being interrupted, though there is always that nagging fear.  But I pulled him to me and we began intense kissing.  I placed me hands under his tee shirt to grasp his bare back and he then stepped back and pulled it off revealing quarter sized nipples surrounded by a forest of hair.  He's hairy all over, including his shoulders and back:  HOT.  He also has a roll that hangs a bit but he wears it well.  I proceeded to strip and we were both rigid hard, but his cock is distinctly small:  <4", his major drawback.  I embraced him and placed my cock under his balls and we resuming making out, with me grasping both our cocks and rubbing them together.  Clearly he was feeling it and he dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock with gusto.

Not being a big fan of standing while I am getting sucked, I took his hand and led him to the (his/their) bed. We made out for a length of time with my hands wandering up and down his body; his nipples are super sensitive, so discovering that I sucked them while stroking him, but was careful to do so in moderation, so that each time I returned I was greeted with a soft gasp as he sucked in air.  Interestingly, he saves his armpits and balls; I am guessing the partner complains about short hairs in his teeth.  As I bent down to suck his cock he apologized saying that while he gets hard, but due to his allergy medication he rarely comes while having sex.   I proceeded to give him a proper blow job and soon had him thrashing, which I always find a great reward.  He was certainly leaking like crazy.

While on-line after agreeing to come over, it was clear he wanted to get fucked.  I gently pushed him onto his stomach and proceeded to pull his hairy, meaty cheeks aside:  clearly he has a shower nozzle as he was as clean as a whistle, but like his pits, disappointingly no musk.  Nonetheless I worked my tongue along his taint and into him eliciting the gasps of pleasure I sought.  Once I had him (as well as my beard) thoroughly soaked with spit, I pushed him onto his side, bent his leg and pushed it to his chest, and rubbed my cock up and down his hole and started to push to get inside; he was very tight and and several times I went back to rim him more, finally pushing and my head popping in.  He immediately hissed "big dick."  I let him grow adjusted, and then gradually pushed more; stopped, and pushed a bit more, until I my torso was against his thigh.  And then we began to move together.

At first he was tight as hell, to the point it wasn't very good for either of us, but then he started to gradually loosen up a bit.  For awhile he wanted to be on his stomach, which was fine, but not a position in which I could come.  Eventually I got him back on his side:  the friction was still there, and moving in him I began to feel more of him open up and relax so I began to singlemindedly fuck and then felt my load empty into him.  I have never had volcanic ejaculations, nor to I loudly grunt or yell.  But, an attentive partner can tell from my tensing and the change in my breathing and he was pleased to have brought me there.

While he said he wouldn't be able to cum, I lightly played with his balls and simultaneously stroked and sucked him and saw him get into the groove; he then quickly grasped his cock and began to vigorously stroke and proceeded to spew a huge load across his stomach and chest.  I was surprised and didn't have the presence of mind to lean over and lick him clean before he took a hand towel to wipe himself dry.  At that point he rolled over, glanced at the clock, and said "you won't be late leaving."  I wasn't in a rush, but initially not knowing what was ahead I'd indicated I had two hours; we've been at it for about 90+ minutes.  But, getting the hint I got up, dressed and was ready to leave only asking for a glass of water on the way out (it astonishes me when a host doesn't offer...)  There was some awkwardness at that point, and he began some geeky nervous small talk.  Knowing when to leave, and worried that in fact his partner could walk in, I headed out.  

I've gotten periodic messages from him and we did have an encore (to be described in another entry. ) But the holiday season came and left and then I had a business trip on the other coast.  We have expressed a mutual interest in an upcoming repeat.

English Gent

Several months ago, I was on a business trip to Florida and put up at an upscale resort.  Quite nice, but the trip was also quite short. Upon arriving while I was spent from having traveled all day, I logged into see what the local manscape was looking like.  It being Florida, there were ample options, though where I was located was a bit removed.

This one fine fit looking guy from England hit me up.  We went back and forth and he was hungry to connect, but I begged off indicating I was too beat to put in a good performance.  We logged off with the mutual invitation to check in the next day.

My next day was filled with information dump meetings and I was pretty whipped and then had to attend a herd corporate dinner, fortunately at the hotel.  During my break between the meetings and dinner I found the Brit hitting me up on two different sites.  We chatted back and forth, and he was pleasantly persistent.  I wasn't going to be free till 9 p.m. and he had work very early in the morning.  I expected him to beg off with regrets, but he indicated that he thought, even if a short time that he was certain hooking up with me promised to be a good time. 

When I returned from dinner, he was online and quickly responded when I logged back on; it required him cleaning out and then heading to the hotel, but he was willing. Entrance to the hotel required my giving him my full name to get through the guard booth to park, which I wasn't wild about sharing, but did some quick math on the likely risk and decided to give it to him.

Around 9:30 there was a gentle knock on my suite's door and opened it to find a smiling, very handsome guy in his late 50s/early 60s.  Quite fit with an engaging demeaner.  Once in we exchanged pleasantries each sizing each other up and embraced and started kissing.  I was wearing just a robe and he groped me as I cupped his ass in my hands.  

We entered the bedroom and he shed his flip flops, shorts and polo shirt.  A nice dusting of hair across his body, broad shoulders, and the fitness of someone who takes regular exercise.  Woof. We embraced again, I dropped my robe and his large cock was fully erect as was mine.  We did the holding our cocks together play while making out. 

Soon we were on the bed; he sucked my cock with gusto and then I pulled him up again to make out.  I spooned with him and had my cock under his balls while he bent back his head to kiss.  It was fine.  But he was there to get fucked, so bent down to make love to his significant cock, which I thoroughly enjoyed throating him till his pubes were soaked.  I then pushed him flat on the bed and spread his legs apart.

This guy has a perfect ass.  Smaller, firm, well rounded.  He smelled clean so I pulled his ass cheeks apart and gave him a thorough rimming.  Ongoing pleasurable moans emerged that were an ongoing incentive to keep going.  Soon my beard as well his ass were saturated with spit and his musk.  I'd been tongue fucking him and now it was time for me to enter him.  

We began with him on his stomach, but then I pulled him up somewhat.  He went into the doggy position, and I gamely played along, but that's not a position in which I perform well.  Next we went to him on his side, and he was trying to please me, but I could tell it was not his favorite.  

He encouraged me to get him on his back and quickly raised his well-muscled legs.  Most guys quickly get tired in this position, but it was no challenge for this stud.  I entered him and his eyes gleamed as he panted with pleasure as I moved in and out of him.  I'd not known if he was open to my cumming in him, but as we kept at it in a very soft voice be began to repeatedly whisper "breed me; please breed me."  With that the switch went on in my brain and I began to spurt into him.  He glowed with pleasure.

After he lowered his legs I wanted to suck him off.  He didn't rush, but I'd given him more than enough, and he said that he really had to leave.  He'd have been able to hang the night before, but he genuinely had to get up brutally early.  So, he swung off the bed, climbed into his clothes, kissed me at the door, and left with my load in his guts and his musky scent in my mustache and beard.

Experiences like this are rare. This was a quality horn dog with whom I immediately relaxed and got into it.  And, while it was < than an hour, and a one-time hook up, it was a great time.

Buzz Kill

So, I had an encore visit with the young cub.  It was a pretty tedious experience.

He was very eager and had been messaging me since we hooked up about when I'd be free, did I like his ass, did it feel good, how much he enjoyed my cock, how he'd been tingling the next day.  Very flattering, but a bit too needy.

Well I'd planned to go back and imagined if I could get him to relax it might be a better time (for me.) So once we got inside, he wanted to head right inside his bedroom, but was also focused on standing up to kiss.  As an initial greeting yes; for a minute or two mixed in with preliminary groping, yes.  Not for an eternity.  I encouraged him to strip and I proceeded to the same.  As I am considerably taller my hard cock wouldn't fit under his balls.  His cock is much much smaller than mine, and it wasn't totally hard anyway, so that left out grasping our cocks together while kissing.  So, directed him to lay down with me.

He immediately rolled over and presented his ass.  I did want a bit of foreplay, first as I like to lead up to rimming and penetrating the other guy.  I actually enjoy hugging and rubbing against each other and kissing.

Standing or laying down, the kissing was the first issue:  again the frantic stabbing of his tongue in and out of my mouth.  It was seriously irritating so I kindly advised him to relax:  "suck my tongue; I'll suck your tongue; we will touch our tongues together."  Cripes.

Then he was grasping my cock and, again frantically, jerking it.  Nothing pleasant about that; it was close to hurting.  I needed to advise him "gentle please."

Our previous encounter he'd said he was sorry he hadn't gotten to sucking my cock,  When I encouraged him to spoon with me as part of the warm up he immediately assumed I wanted to go in so I asked "didn't you want to suck my cock."  He started pistoning his head up and down at it in an alarming and uncomfortable fashion and I again had to firmly direct him "gentle".  At this point he was getting irritated with being told to slow down; I was irritated that he wasn't getting the need to respond to your partner.

So I decided to get to the main course.  His ass, is large but firm and nicely rounded, but it was hard as hell to get my tongue into him.  And, while definitely clean, he gives off more of a mildew than musky aroma.  I felt obligated to rim him but wasn't enjoying it. (Remember, this guy also doesn't like to get his cock sucked, or for you to stroke it.)  Again, there was no response.  He'd advised me during our earlier hook up that he doesn't respond during sex (that sort of kills your motivation.)  Any other guy would be responding pleasurably to your licking his asshole and sticking your tongue into it. He'd thoughtfully not worn deodorant, but there was zero musk coming from his pits, which was a disappointment. I quickly stopped and decided to get to the main subject.  This had become a chore.  

The last time I'd just used spit and felt lube was in order; tops get rub burn as well.  I'd brought some with me as he has gross Astroglide  (no, I didn't criticize his lube. but he seemed quite disappointed that I wanted to use lube.)  As it was he was tight and hard as hell to get into.  I tried with him on his stomach but I think the size of his ass was preventing effective penetration, so while I thought I was in, I asked him to get on his side and to pull up his thigh at which point I pushed in.  He wanted my cock balls deep, which I did, and I started to get into long strokes.  I ask him to turn a bit and then he was complaining that it was hitting the curve in his guts in that position; he wanted me to resume him being totally on my side.

He whined he wanted all of it (how the hell do I fuck you if my cock is all the way inside you; it requires withdrawing a bit to fuck.)  He immediately starting fucking me back with his ass, which was okay but again, frantic.  I asked him to let me do the fucking, which offended him.  (You can see where this is going.)  So, he petulantly was lying there and not being very responsive but started to beg me to breed him. 

First of all, it totally jams my head when a guy starts to chant: cum in me/breed me.  When we're in a mutual rhythm and both totally into the groove, he's responding and we are both enjoying it, it usually happens in due course.  I take a while to get there, but I also try to respond to the bottom, and check periodically that he's not getting tired or sore. But when he's into you and you're into him, and you're both totally immersed in the experience, the cum will spurt out of my cock in due course (often I am holding back because I want the other guy to feel satisfied and to feel he got a proper fuck.)

Guys who I've really enjoyed (like the Hairy Arab) have kept me from cumming by prematurely (pardon the pun) pushing me to cum.  This has also happened with some other guys I've been really into. There have also been other hook ups where I've faked just to be able to exit a suddenly tedious scene (despite the fantasies created by porn, few guys feel your cum actually spurting; those with greater experience sometimes will feel the throbbing of your cock.)  There is simply a time, when the guy is making it clear he's almost there, that the bottom should ask to be bred and cheer to the top on; but not before the top has hit his groove.

If I am going to cum while fucking, it requires my cockhead getting a lot of friction; that usually doesn't happen when I am buried balls deep. So, I like to get us both my on our sides, and in a mellow fashion pull back to just inside and work three to five inches in and out of the guy, particularly working his anus. It feels great to work the entrance and most guys love it.  Prior to this experience no guy I've been with didn't enjoy this.  There is an exception to every rule, however, and this guy provided it.  He whined he wanted it deeper (but clearly not so deep that it was pushing past the curve...which other guys typically love.)

At this point I simply wanted it over, but my head wasn't collaborating with my dick.  They need to be in sync because orgasm (for me) requires choreography of mind and body.  I can't cum on command if I am not enjoying it.

During a good connection, I will periodically take a break.  We get sweaty; his prostate is asking for a break; I am over stimulated.  It's usually good:  leisurely kissing, stroking, hugging, spooning. And then we resume and typically I cum pretty quickly after penetrating him again.

Well, this guy seemed to resent my wanting a break.  He then started to interrogate me with questions about my personal life (dude: this is a HOOK UP.  We already went through the preliminaries.  He challenged me because on one site my age was two years younger than another...uh, because some sites don't automatically update, Einstein.)  Btw, this guy has a partner but they are oral only...)  I was laying there and calmly responding trying to not act irritated but I was mostly finding the questions, and him, tedious.

We gave it another try but I pulled out and told him it wasn't going to happen that day.  So I forced small talk, leisurely dressed, and did my best to get out without seeming to rush.  But as I was driving away I was cursing myself for being a goddamned fool once again.  He had walked me out to my car and gave me a tender hug making me wonder whether I hadn't just endured the previous experience.

When I got home he some messages of regret.  I responded graciously, wished he and his partner well.  There were a series of them and I responded kindly to each.  And then decided enough was enough and blocked him, which made me feel a bit shitty, but considering the rash of stalking messages he sent me to get me to agree to connect I was genuinely worried about being stalked.  But, quite simply, I simply need to start employing greater cognitive dissonance.

Just Spit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pungent Arab

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Risky Business

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting There

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Cowboy State

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God that was lovely encounter.

Squeeze Box

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

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

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

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

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

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

Working Men

Well, the contractor, with whom I've had fun lately, was back and wrote bright and early to ask if I could come by his hotel again.  As I had the time there was no question I'd say yes and I sped up my morning routine to hustle over there.

It began has it has the other times we've played.  He greeted me in his hunky naked glory and we were soon rolling around.  He was pretty orally fixated at first and sucked my cock for a long time with gusto.  While I like that, it rarely gets me even close.  We resumed making out and then I went down on him and gave his cock serious attention and between the lip and tongue action and simultaneous stroking he was gasping and thrashing and pulled me off him/ while I was ready to take his load, he said he wouldn't be able to get fucked afterwards and he wanted my cock in him.  So I flipped him and have his ass some serious rimming in between us taking breaks to make out and for me to suck him some more. 

Well, in the middle of it housekeeping knocked on the door and he lunged from the bed, put his weight against the door and asked the woman who was outside to come back in the afternoon.  I was seriously relieved as I didn't want to be caught in flagrante.

The spell wasn't broken and soon I was penetrating him and we were making the beast.  Listening to this guy purr "fuck me; keeping fucking me" is an incredible aphrodisiac; it's as hot as feeling my cock sliding in and out of his warm guts.  It was a period of short thrusts, followed by long thrusts and we were moving around and lost in it.  Periodically he'd pull his arm back and I'd bury my face in his pit and then we'd make out.

Suddenly I heard the door completely open wide and then slowly close.  The room was dark but I was atop this stud and my cock was buried deep inside him.  I pushed my face down in the covers to avoid the maid's gaze  and was astonished not to hear anything; it was only seconds but seemed like an eternity.   The stud looked up and sheepishly grinned as a shorter, wiry older man walked by and walked silently into the bathroom, partially closing the door.  I was trying to do the math and wondering whether the workman with whom he shares the hotel room had shown up unexpectedly or this was prearranged.  But, I was still hard and tentatively fucked him some more.  The guy didn't emerge from the bathroom, so the stud slid out from under me, walked into the bathroom, mumbled something, and then came out and climbed back into bed.  Mentally I strapped on my seat belt for what might come next.

The shorter man emerged, started making small talk with the stud about having a break during the contracting project he was supervising, and then started to pull off his clothes.  The stud said "great: please join us" and referring to me said "he's got a great cock and can really fuck, but knows how to suck great too".   Well, the train had left the station at that point, so I figured game on.

The arrival is compact, thin with washboard stomach with a pleasure trail fanning down from his pecs, and had an average sized gnarly looking cock with a huge head.  He climbed on the bed and  the stud started alternatively sucking him and me.  Then the shorter guy started to suck my cock; not at all inhibited by the fact that it has just been up his buddy's ass.

After awhile he stopped, and like some primal ritual, I responded by starting to suck his,which was then soft and gradually started to get harder.  He asked the stud for some lube and I imagined we were going to take turns on his pal.  But, he astonished me by lubing his ass and then getting on his knees and elbows.  The stud then invited me to fuck his pal.

I hadn't imagined this at all.  The guy is has a taut, tiny flat ass, and taut, sinewy thighs and calves.  He's clearly a guy in his mid-50s and hardened by serious manual labor.  I proceeded to straddle him and slowly pushed into his ass, which was amazingly tight.  The guy quietly let me know he was loving it and I started slowly to thrust in and out of him gradually picking up steam.  His ass was seriously tight; a definite departure from the stud who clearly has more mileage and loosens up shortly after you push inside him.  After a very short time I gasped "I'm ready to blow".  Not getting a response I said "I'm going to cum unless you tell me to stop; do you want me to cum?"  The new arrival hissed "That's what I want!"  Seconds later I was spurting into him; I slowly my thrusting but stayed in for him to get it all, though my cock immediately became sensitive. 

Now this was not all what I expected (well, none of it was) but I rolled onto my back and the stud dove down and started to greedily suck my cock and then took breaks to suck his buddy's tool (which he said was the hardest he'd ever experienced after I had finished fucking him.)  Then the pal's cell phone went off/he was being called back to the project on which he'd been working.

He got up and started to pull on his clothes and the two guys made small talk like I wasn't there and he started to head out, and I croaked out a "well thanks'.

The stud was super stoked and said how amazing it was to watch me breed his buddy, who I now understand is a married guy who only wanders when he's away from home.  During an earlier visit he'd mentioned this friend as "straight, but will pull his cock out from time to time."  Shit yeah.  I think the stud was pretty surprised the guy had given up his ass, but it was also pretty obvious the stud must have discussed my having having visited to fuck him before.  The guy was cleaned out; that was obvious, so now, reflecting on it, I am sure this was planned.

My fuck buddy resumed sucking me and I asked him if there was any cum left in my cock and he said "for sure' (it's usually awhile after I cum, when I get totally soft, that it all comes out.)  He worked to get me fully hard again and then wanted to straddle it while he stroked off.  He worked his cock seriously and started to ride me/visually it was hot but he was loose and it was too soon after my cumming for me to feel much.  After several efforts to cum, I could tell he was edging and while spasming from the stimulation inside him his cock wouldn't give up his load.  I offered to suck him off, which he eagerly accepted.  Once I started sucking and stroking him he was at the edge and realizing I wasn't going to freak, he spurted into my mouth.

He got shy at that point and asked me if I wanted to spit in the waste basket; I mumbled do you want some.  But at that point he wasn't into snowballing (I am sure he might have if the whole scene hadn't untranspired) so I swallowed and he then wanted to make out, using his tongue to probe my mouth for was left (go figure).

We spooned, made out and he pressed his back and ass to me; I grew seriously hard again and rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass, and was back in him.  While we fucked for awhile, we'd been at it for 90 minutes, he had a work appointment right after, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to quickly cum again, so I eased out and said "we both need to get productive". 

I got dressed, he pulled on his jeans and gave me a peck and I headed out.  It was definitely hot; a little unsettling, but not at all unpleasant, despite some anxiety mid-way.  Yet, it was a definitely a new world that I'd entered.

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.

Line Up

There is a nearby guy who has accounts on most of the sites listing himself as a cumdump.  He also lists himself as neg (on prep) but is open to all who want to use his hole.

Now you might imagine this is some unattractive troll.  But instead the guy is in his early 40s, tall, extremely fit, and actually pretty damned handsome with bright blue eyes, a lovely smile, and he exudes health and good cheer.  He simply loves to collect loads.

Well you know where this is going.  I've been over to his place a few times.  Usually he logs on and let's you know he's up for visitors, but it's usually just before he's ripping off to go somewhere, or while he's sitting in nothing but gym shorts (trust me, this definitely is a good visual) working on his laptop at home, and willing to take a break to get bred.  The first time I visited he immediately leaned over the bed, and when I led him on to the bed and started to get into fucking him after awhile he indicated he liked it but didn't have a lot of time, so I let go and shot in a few more minutes.  Another time I visited and my brain was simply not feeling the "cum immediately" direction, and I encouraged him to roll over, sucked him and encouraged him to cum, and then pushed him back on his stomach and used his cum as lube to start fucking him again/that really stoked him, but again the meter was running and he wanted me to shoot quickly (btw, he has a lovely, long but relatively narrow cock, perfect for throating.)  When you are fucking him you've got to admire his body:  unblemished skin, manscaped chest,broad back, tapered waist, beautiful, perfect feet, toned calves and thighs.  He's genuinely very fine.

One afternoon I left work early, came home, logged on and there he was. He's about 1 1/2 miles from my place and after I hit him up I was in the car to his apartment.  I'd gotten him in the middle of the bed and was doing some serious thrusting into his ass when I heard his front door open and this broad guy arrived and walked into the bedroom.  He said to me, "this is okay; other guys are coming" and he warmly greeted the guy a broad bear, who dropped his trousers.  The cumdump moved to bend over the bed and the big guy approached.  I thought "what the hell?" and give the big guy's short cock a suck and then he thrust into the bottom, and like some cheap porn flick started to hump like a rabbit shouting "want my married cum?" and shot into him, pulled out, pulled up his pants, and walked out.

I had just started fucking the cum dump again and there was a knock the door knocked,  he jumped up, greeted someone, and a second older, not very attractive guy arrived and took off his pants and humped him for about 90 seconds, came and left (I was laying there naked the whole time, by this point in wonderment.)  It was clear that this, too, was another local married guy dropping by to quickly get his rocks off in the middle of errands.

We'd just resumed again, and then this built, tattooed, but decidedly straight looking muscular guy arrived and the cumdump gave me a sheepish grin, and bent over the bed again to get quickly bred (the muscular guy kept his jeans on and only pulled them past his ass and started to fuck the  cumdump, let out a large groan after a couple of minutes and left.)  I realized from the few remarks exchanged that these were regulars who stop by for maintenance visits:  drop trou/thrust in/hump for a few minutes/cum/pull out/pull up pants/cursory thanks/leave.

Okay, this was just like a Treasure Island Media film at this point and I was experiencing sensory overload.  At first I was a bit freaked out, and then thought that I might as well enjoy what would be a singular experience.  This stuff actually does happen.  What was interesting is that this extremely attractive guy is not at all picky about who's fucking him.

Well, after the three left we got back at it, but I realized I wasn't going to shoot.  His hole was too wet, and too stretched out.  It felt pleasant, but there wasn't enough friction to make me cum.  So while hard, I feigned shooting, pulled out, said thanks, dressed, and headed out.

I've been back twice since:  he's always in a hurry, and while he tells me he absolutely loves my cock (which I can tell is true) this guy isn't into a long pleasurable fuck.  He's a load collector and that's what gets him off.  He'll kiss, but you can tell that's not his thing:  it's all about how much cum he can get in a day.  Last time I was there I did manage to cum in five minutes (which astonished me as I usually take a long time to get there) and it blew his mind:  I don't emote when I cum (no gasping, trashing, groaning, yelling) I stay in my head and focus on feeling my cum spurt out of my cock.  But he said as I was cumming:  "wow:  I can't believe you're cumming this fast!  I can feel your cock throbbing!"

Well, I like to have fun, but I've got to admit, this is only a stop if I want a very very quick hump and dump, which really isn't my style.  But, he's fine and the experience described above was pretty fascinating.

Less Than One Percent

Sometimes I am astonished by the hits I get on various social media sites.  This one guy, mid-30s and clearly a gym rat, kept at me a couple of weeks ago.  He sent a segmented face pic, so that he couldn't be readily identified, but his face and neck were clearly taut; his torso pics showed defined pecs and a washboard stomach.

Now, other than my cock, I replied that I didn't know that I was his wet dream.  He made it clear his primary interest was the size of my cock and my potential for giving him a serious fuck.  We exchanged a few more messages and, thinking this seemed genuine, I thought why not.

He was house sitting in a neighboring town for a relative.  When I arrived it was pretty evident it wasn't his:  too "foo/foo" and too upper middle aged fussy.  It was clear this was going to be focused transactional visit, and he quickly led me to a guest bedroom and started to strip.

Now this guy must LIVE at the gym:  it's clear he's religious about it each day.  Also, he must invest most of his free time in grooming.  His hair was perfect; a perfect length, not a hair out of place.  Perfect complexion; perfect shave.  And, serious manscaping.  His body is taut, muscular (but not overly) and just a faint dusting of body hair that he clearly regularly trims down.  This is a guy that must spend a ton on skin products when he's not at the barber or getting a pedicure. Yet, he didn't act self conscious about it at all/ no attitude.

He gave me a cursory kiss, but wasn't into it.  His sole objective was to get a serious fucking and he immediately got rock hard and has a long, thin cock, that is, like everything else about him handsome and perfect.  It was great to suck and I had no trouble throating it.  His ass, which you could bounce a coin off of, was perfect, immaculate, and tight as hell.  He absolutely loved getting rimmed and while it took a bit to loosen him up with my tongue, eventually it relaxed.  Then he was hungry to get fucked.

I nearly started laughing when he left the room and reappeared with a small bottle of Johnson's baby oil.  No one with whom I've dealt has used that/this was a first.  I immediately thought that there is no way my tongue is going near that cock or butt once baby oil is applied, and he apologetically said "I don't do this much."  Duh/ya think?  Well, this was clearly going to be skin to skin; no question about that.

Well I slid in gradually and patiently and he was loving being opened up.  Now very weirdly, he did have poppers which he was sniffing (frankly I hate that shit, and don't want to inhale that crap, but I get why bottoms want them.)  Once I was in he wanted a hard fuck.  We went at it for awhile and his tight hole was amazing; it was great to be in a guy who has so little mileage that he doesn't immediately loosen up after you're in for a couple of minutes.

After him lying flat I got him on his side, with his thigh pulled up to his chest (this required ongoing direction.)  I had a pretty serious feeling that I'd gotten deeper than any man had before.  He was furiously working his cock and I knew this wasn't a time to hold back/once this boy came the party was going to be over, so I gave in and spurted into him.

He was in another place as he moved into orgasm, but it was exactly as I expected after he came.  Polite but minimalist chit chat, and I knew to get up and start getting dressed and to exit/ the transaction was complete; there was no interest in afterglow spooning.

He made some reference to doing this again/I seriously doubted that he would.  While it was pleasant overall, it was a bit weird, but then hooking up isn't "normal", it's simply no strings recreation.  I haven't seen him back on line.  He was very polite, but aloof.  Fine enough.  I guess we'd define this as a one morning stand.

Uncomfortable Positions

Yesterday I succumbed to the ongoing -- pretty relentless, frankly-- entreaties of a guy to connect.  He's young, and actually far fitter and cuter than his pictures and my sense is that his sole goal is to dip as many wicks as he can.  I don't think it was my personality that prompted his ongoing interest but instead my dick pics.

Anyway, he's been very persistent and he has attempted to arrange hook ups several times.  Yesterday I decided to give it a try as he appeared to be close and a fun sounding horn dog.

Well, he lives in one of those horrible apartment complexes where everything is numbered in some arcane way which makes finding a unit like engaging in differential equations and then the apartment numbering is different, and when you've scaled a series of stair landings you then discover that even is on one side and odd is on the other and you need to descend and rehike.  Of course, he lived at the top level on the odd side.

Add to this an apartment complex, next to several other apartment complexes (a given street number easily leads you to the wrong complex) with absolutely no parking.  This necessitated finding on street parking and then taking a serious hike and attempting to navigate all the jumbled units.  Frankly I honestly don't know why I kept up with the effort, other than I'd pissed away so much time starting.

I arrived and he is seriously cute.  But he said he wanted to play in his living room on the couch as he was cleaning up his room.  Okay, he's married to another guy and gets action on the side. I get not wanting to fuck in the bed in which he is mounted by his partner, but I would have liked forewarning.  Suffice it to say I hate arriving somewhere, when some horn dog has been begging to be fucked and then told we need to have sex on the floor or some narrow couch.

We began on the narrow couch; it made getting the appropriate angle for me to get my cock in his hole difficult and resulted in unintentional pulling out when we moved. He has a lovely ass and a very fine, thick and pretty cock and I really was looking forward to sucking till he came.  His ass was lovely and edible (however, he did use some gross fake watermelon tasting douche.)  He was enjoying the length and width of my dick, but I don't enjoy one foot on the floor and a folded leg while fucking a guy, so finally we got on the floor.

While carpeted, the floor was hard as hell.  Besides focusing on the discomfort to my knees and elbows, I was also getting carpet burns.  I pulled out and said it wasn't working.  We gave it another minute on the couch and I pulled out and said "this isn't working".

Most other times I've put up with this shit; but frankly I don't enjoy uncomfortable sex.  I like to be relaxed; I like to be able to explore the other guy.  And I like to comfortably move around and give him a good fucking based on responding to his reactions to my thrusts.  Yesterday wasn't good from many perspectives, particularly when he said "it would be great if you could come in the next five minutes".  Sorry, that isn't how it works dude.

When you snake around you need to deal with the consequences.  This sucked quite frankly:  alot of effort and inconvenience.  While  a pretty young ass, he proved to be a pretty young ass in the figurative sense.

Lately I've had a lot of guys wanting to meet up at a hot tub place:  no.  Fucking on raw concrete?  "oh, I'll bring a towel..."  No thanks.  Of course, then there was the guy I used to fuck on his office floor; talk about tacky and uncomfortable.  I don't want to fuck in your garage; I don't want to fuck in your friend's house while he watches; I sure as hell don't want to fuck in a public park or in a parked car.  Cripes.

I am at a point where I'd simply rather jerk off than consider many offers.  If someone is inviting you to hook up make sure that besides cleaning out properly that they have a bed and welcome you in it to fuck.

postcript:  I got home and he'd sent some flaming, snarky messages about my not showing before I'd arrived.  Tip gents:  give explicit directions, particularly when you live in some Soviet style apartment complex.

Gingerbread

Yes, it's been eons since I've chronicled my adventures.  No, I didn't join a monastery.  Life is busy and I have to be inspired by something noteworthy to write.  Hence, I am back today.

It's been severely hot, and that doesn't particularly inspire me to go out on the man hunt.  While I have been on the sites "window shopping" nothing was necessarily motivating me lately to overcome my inertia and go out.  But, it cooled down considerably today and my libido went up.  Also, during week days guys are more task oriented and there is less tiring message "ping pong" on the sites (like "Hi", followed by "How are you doing?"  "Hot enough for you?"  I've got to admit after a couple of these I respond:  "what's on your mind?"  The dance of seven veils type of messaging works my last nerve.)

Anyway, today I saw a quick connect ad and the thumbnail of the guy was very cute; then I read the screen name and was reminded of a guy on a few other sites with whom I've exchanged messages over the last 7 or so months.  Super good looking, super horny, and if he was to be believed super piggy.  But, people often are looking for shock impact in their profiles. 

I responded to his quick connect ad and got a cryptic response; then doing some math I wrote him on another site and got an immediate response (helps that one's responses there aren't limited by paying for membership.)  Usually unable to host today he was, and he had a definite itch he wanted scratched.  After a couple of messages I was imagining that it might have flake potential and then the next thing I knew was that I had his address and apartment number:  he wanted to be bred and told me the door would be unlocked and he'd be waiting naked with his ass in the air.

This guy lives amazingly close to me so I was there pronto and walking in he was just what I imagined.  Nice body, short cut, receding ginger hair, and nicely shaped ass bared to the door.  I walked in and quietly dropped my gear and stripped.  I saw the lube on the nearby table and could see that he expected a quick hump and dump.  But I had other ideas.  I knelt in front of his ass and then seriously started to eat it.  He started seriously moaning; not in some obnoxious fake porn flick fashion, but genuine purring satisfaction.  His hole was nice and clean and already lubed (coconut flavored, in fact) but I wanted none of that and worked to eat and tongue fuck him and then started to lick his taint.  I could tell this wasn't what he was expecting and he gave into the pleasure.

Soon I was licking his balls and massaging the head of his cock which started to leak precum.  I pulled his cock up and found while small, it has a nice meaty foreskin and pleasant width.  I went back to eating his hole and then started to slide my cock up and down the crack of his ass and to massage his hole with my cock head and gently press but not entirely penetrate, pulling back to eat his ass some more.  And, then, I pressed in with my cock half out started to gradually fuck him, pulling out again to eat his ass, and then reentering and slowly pressing forward until I was balls deep.  He was responding and clearly loving it, and I started to give him a serious fuck; it was clear we weren't going to need lube.  I was massaging his nipples and licking the inside of his ear and he turned his head back to kiss, and we repeatedly kissed as I alternated between long and short strokes inside his ass.

We were in his spare room (okay, clearly he has a partner/which he makes clear in his ads and wasn't going to play in the bed that they sleep in --integrity points--) and we were on a small leatherette love seat.  Now I hate fucking on the floor, but I hate fucking crouched with one foot on the floor more, so then I expressed the first words of the moment by saying "can we move to the floor?"  He responded "whatever you want". I eased out and we moved to the floor and then he went down my my cock for a long time; he was clearly enjoying that his wasn't just a hump and dump.  And I went at his cock which is sweet/his balls are compact and nicely sized.  We fucked for a long time with him on his back which allowed us to make out and then I got him on his side for deeper penetration which allowed us to keep kissing.  I'd been close several times but he started to fuck me back with his ass as I was thrusting into him and as we exchanged spit he could feel I was getting close and was stoked as I came into him.   

I assumed it would be a get up and get awkwardly dressed after cumming session, but he wanted to tenderly make out for a protracted time, which was lovely.  Without exchanging words I gently pressed him down and proceeded to give him a serious blow job, playing with his ass and taking a fingertip of my cum and pressing it into his mouth.  His cock grew seriously hard --about five inches, but a nice girth and then the orgasm slowly started to come on him and I kept at it as he seriously spurted into my mouth.  I knew to stop, rest, and then lightly trace my fingertips on his balls.    While not large it looks great between his legs soft as well as hard, and he has a genuinely impressive foreskin that accents it well.

Again I thought it would be over, but he wanted to leisurely make out.  It was great and this is one seriously handsome guy with a beautiful trimmed beard, blazing blue eyes, and amazing eye lashes.

At the outset he'd wanted me to pee in his mouth when I was done, but the guy kept me seriously aroused so that I was at best half hard when I dressed to leave.  He'd gotten a call and indicated it was work, but perhaps he had round two lined up.  Whatever, it was a great time.  It was definitely worth the deferred gratification.

Total Immersion

There is a local fellow, exceedingly discreet, with whom I have hooked up twice in the last two months.   I don't know what specifically made each of us agree to connect as we'd know idea what we both looked like before meeting (other than sharing snaps of the goodies...)

When I arrived at his place I found him warm and friendly, and soft and round, but in a good way.  His engaging smile and enthusiasm made me feel immediately welcome, comfortable, and relaxed. I knew it was going to be a good time.

He is a passionate kisser, and I think he would have been good to do just that alone; frankly I was enjoying it so much I could have made a meal out of just making out with him.  It was clear he was thirsty for touch and was feeling totally at ease with me.  Of course things progressed rapidly and we stripped off our clothes and he eagerly dropped to his knees and started to suck my cock.  It was nice and I pulled him up after awhile to stick my tongue in his mouth and then, as simply courtesy demands, I dropped to my knees to suck his.

His cock isn't particularly large, but nor is it microscopic.  Dark, nested in dense mass of pubes, probably 5", very throatable and very easy to  massage with my tongue and lips to elicit ongoing coos of appreciation.    But I wanted to get into a horizontal zone, so I led him to the bed.

I knew this guy was in for a leisurely lengthy session, so I pushed him back and resumed our making out, pushing his arms back to lick his pits, suck his nipples and to move south gradually making my way back to his crotch, but deliberately ignoring his cock and gently sucking his balls and then licking south under them down to his hole.  His breathing and grunts let me know this was definitely working for him.  But, not wanting to move too rapidly I kept pulling off and crawling back to make out with him while foundling his balls and lightly stroking his dick, massaging under the head with my index finger:  precum began to flow, so I tested the waters by scooping some with my finger to rub on his lips:  he was in/he sucked my finger into his mouth, so I swooped down, licked his piss slit dry and then crawled back to insert my tongue in his mouth.  It was becoming evident we were going all the way.

Pushing him onto his stomach I massaged his shoulders and licked down the fold of his back to his ass and pulling his cheeks apart I began to rim him.  It was nice and moist and easily yielded to my tongue. I was definitely tongue fucking him at this point and he was getting really saturated with my spit. I rose up, made out with him and then began rubbing my cock up and down the crease in his butt and massaged his hole with the head of my cock, partially penetrating him.  I then asked if he could get fucked after cumming or would he be too sensitive.  After assuring me that he could keep going I rolled him over, and started to work his cock with my mouth and hand, gently pushing on his anus with the thumb of my other hand and he was soon spurting his load into my mouth.  It genuinely tasted good, and to further test where we were going I spit some into my hand and massaged it on his hole, and then pressed my mouth to his:  he was into it and we traded it back and forth.  I then knew I wanted to fully engage.

Getting him on his side, I rubbed my cock up and down his crack, patiently rested its head against his hole and very gradually pushed and penetrated him, slowly spreading him open and easing into him.  There were no grimaces or groans of discomfort --he was pushing back to meet me as I eased forward.  When my pubes were against his ass after determining he was in a good place I began to move in him; actually we began to move and we were both totally immersed in the action and kept at it for awhile, changing positions, making out during and during the periods   I asked if he wanted lube but he indicated he was wet enough and not at all sore, so I withdrew and ate him some more.  He kept asking me how I wanted him and for the most part he was in his side with his thigh pulled up so I could gently penetrate and withdraw from him, and occasionally give him full length thrusts that went up to the curve in his colon. While in him I was able to lick the inside of his ears, suck his lobes, make out with him and suck the back of his neck and also work his cock and play with his balls. Finally from his responses I had found the best place for my cock to massage his prostate, and working that I got into the zone and my load began to pulse into him. 

Later he said he could feel the throbbing of my cock; we laid there a bit and as I grew a bit softer and eased out he swooped down to begin sucking my still wet cock.  Okay I thought, let's do it, and after he'd groomed my crotch I pushed him onto his stomach and started to eat his ass.  It was yeasty with the smell of my load and I pushed my tongue into him as far as I could and massaged his ass and I repeated pushed my tongue back and forth into him.  As I pulled my wet face from his ass he gladly started to make out with me again and we explored each others' mouths with our tongues.  We rested on our sides, mutually stroking our cocks, and then I entered him again.  We got into a very long, very mellow and relaxed rhythm, with ongoing gentle fucking and making out.  I took the time to slowly probe deeply in him to find the positions we hadn't tried and the spots inside him not already worked sufficiently.  It was nice and warm and fun and we both were studying each other and smiling and making out and totally lost in the experience.  And, I did manage to give him another load.

Well, it was clear from the ongoing change in how the light was moving in his bedroom that time had passed; we'd been at it steadily for nearly two and a half hours.  We allowed ourselves not to rush after I came again:  I wrapped my arms around him, massaged his pecs and nipples and stomach, gently played with his cock and we made out.  Then finally we decided we were both spent and I dressed and he walked me to the door.

We have connected again (this time only one load a piece) but the holidays have gotten in the way of our next connection.  But then, deferred gratification will only enhance the experience when we get together again.

Wildly Impulsive

Usually I am pretty level headed, cautious, and selective...

And, having been out on an earlier adventure this morning, one would imagine I'd be sated.  But on my ipad I had a message on one of the sites.  I'd recognized the writer as an interesting and exotic member.  Tall, whippet thin, late thirties, French.  Darkly handsome --chiseled features, thick eyebrows, deep dark eyes; aloof demeanor photo, big dick, hard bubble butt.

He left me a message asking if wanted to stop by and fuck him blindfolded and on all fours.  No back and forth; refreshingly direct.

But after that was a bit of ping pong, and then the server for the site went out.  Eventually I got the address -- a dangerously convenient 5 minute drive away.

I went through that, "you're being really stupid and reckless" period of doubt, but then found his place in a solid suburban neighborhood.  A hip young adult pad, shared by other roommates.  Clearly he had the place alone today.  I entered his room and there we was on all fours, blind foldered and wearing a jock strap.  Sinewy thin.

It didn't seem likely I'd get fully hard as I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his ass, then then he reached out and started to stroke me and I got fully hard.  Not wanting to lose momentum, I pushed straight in, and found a nice very warm, and pleasantly tight (well for a horn dog) ass.

Having cum earlier I wasn't imagining I'd get the friction going, especially since he'd used a helluva lot of lube before fucking himself with a dildo.  But it felt great and I noticed that although very clean, musk was coming from under his pits, which  is an incredible turn on for me(if the scenario had been different I would have flipped him over and sucked out both pits; instead I reached in and noticing they were wet sniffed my fingers and savored his aroma.) After a brief time I felt the load spurting into him.  And, then I did what the fantasy called for:  I got up, dressed, patted him on the ass, and walked out.  Not a word was exchanged.

Well, I got home, tapped him a thanks message and got several back telling me how horny he still was.  It was clear he was hinting that he wanted to get fucked some more.  While I didn't have much time but I had the opportunity and thought I should seize it.

It was nice and I gave him quite a fucking, alternating between a few inches in and full cock thrusts.  Early on another load almost came out, but it was clear the position was bothering his legs and he needed to move.  After that the spell was broken:  he had the heat seriously cranked, I was still wearing a sweatshirt, and I was aware that the sand was running out of my hourglass.  Also, I simply don't like doggy as a rule:  I far prefer the guy flat on the mattress or on his side with his thigh pulled up.  I pulled out a few times sensing he was getting sore and tried drying my cock to go back in to get some more friction.  The load was close but elusive.  After 20 more minutes I imagined I'd scratched his itch sufficiently, so I eased out, gave his ass a peck, pulled on my jeans and shoes, patted him on the back and quietly left.

He's sent me three messages back since I got home, so guess he enjoyed it; I sure as hell did.  Encore!