The Arab and I have kept missing each other. He has a house guest who is inconveniently present whenever I happen to be available. Today, however, he invited him to go out for awhile (directed him, probably) as we both had a hiatus when we were free this afternoon. He's traveling out of the area for a week, so I wanted to make sure I availed myself of this small window of opportunity: my colleagues were astonished when I walked out, only 5 minutes after work offically ended (despite arriving my usual 35 to 45 minutes early: but then, those who watch never note when you arrive early...that's a granted, even when they usually arrive late or exactly on time. But, I digress...)
I arrived at his place and the door was locked; he was in the shower cleaning out. This was a nip and tuck afternoon/he had some fancy dinner he was going to that meant we'd need to be task oriented. Nonetheless, we leisurely made out when I arrived and then he dropped to his knees and gave me concentrated head. Sex is so much better when it's passionate and you aren't nagged toward the end objective.
Without nagging each other we were mindful of our time constraints. However, that made us seemingly unconcerned about the time. However, wanting to reach the end objective, after some mutual sucking I pushed him back on the bed and started to eat his ass.
It's cute, but a bit distracting as when he's enjoying it he barks repeatedly "fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK. FUCK!!!" He pulled his ass cheeks apart encouraging me to push my tongue deep into him and, so, I did. I wanted to get to the main course, but I also wanted him to really enjoy it.
By this time he was plenty wet, but insisted on lubing my cock and his ass with alot of lube. And then he straddled and slid down on me. It went in quickly: too quickly. There was NO friction. He was loving it: I was apparently regularly hitting his prostate: watching his eyes roll back and then bulge was great. Actually I don't like to be ridden, but put up with it because the bottom is supposed to have fun also. But, it's a position where I can't possibly cum: probably gravity in action. I need to be on top (as well as the top) and it needs to spurt down, to work. Then, quite surprisingly, he started to moan how wonderful it would feel if I would shoot in his ass right then. I was attributing this to his "wish" list. He was cooing how he needed my cock, how he'd needed to get fucked.
While he has a stupendous house, it was hot as hell. Sweat was dripping off him, and I was feeling overly warm. I got him on his stomach and then on his side and then on his side. Again, he mentioned how he wished I could cum in him. Then, later, how great it would be to feel my hot load squirting into him. I was assuming he was meaning, as before, if I gave him a written test result. But we kept at it; I kept assuming he meant "if". Suddenly he was crying out "don't concentrate on holding back! Give me your load! I want to feel you cum!" Okay, knock me over with a feather...
At that point there were alot of things going on:
-- I was sorry I'd chosen to rub one out when I woke up, never assuming he'd want me to breed him
-- it was hot as hell, and it's hard for me to cum when I am over heated (and often hard for me to stay hard)
-- there was too much fucking lube on my dick and in his ass and there was no friction.
I kept at it, and kept at it, and kept at it...wanting to mark his ass --finally-- as my territory. However, it wasn't happening.
Typically he begs me to take a break: tonight he wanted to get fucked, and to get fucked hard and to get continually fucked. Finally, he mentioned needing a break. I was relieved, and as I pulled out I wiped the lube off my dick and his ass, advising him he was too wet (and, too loose/it felt like he'd been fucked or used a dildo recently.) I mentioned it was hot (sweat was dropping off him onto me/I'd normally like that if my dick wasn't overheated) and recognizing my point he dismounted to check the air conditioning.
We alternated between him riding me and my mounting him with him on his stomach. He was groanning and moaning and I later learned he'd shot a load while on his stomach as I was fucking him.
I figured it wouldn't happen. He said, "next time no lube!" (duh! If I eat your ass for 15 minutes, and you want me to breed you, good idea...). He murmurred, "we need a relaxed day when I am off and we can fuck for several hours." Well, sex is always better when you aren't staring at an hour glass.
I then wiped off my cock again, and his ass, but pushed him back and told him to lie on his back and to raise his legs. It was a bit drier, though very wet, but he was loving the angle. Then I leaned over to kiss him. We began to passionately kiss as I pistoned in and out of him and then I felt my load rising. He was begging me to cum, and had been asking why I hadn't, and then I felt it building. I am not vocal, but I started to sigh, my cock engorged more, and suddenly it was throbbing and a load was spurting into him. He was both thrilled to see me cum, but simultaneously freaked. I eased out and saw a transformation across his face: but he began to vigorously stroke and shot an amazing second load that matted the hair surrounding his navel (had I not cum I probably would have licked it out...) He muttered, I can't believe I did that/I knew he really meant, I can't believe I let you cum in me. Later, he said "I hope you're clean." I confirmed that I was confident that I am.
We both wanted me to cum in him. We'd both been wanting it for some time. And, it was time. We'd reached the point and we were now processing what had actually happened. He'd let go; I'd finally marked him. He also must have recognized the ongoing opportunities to back out as it took me forever to cum, with several occasions when I eased out to rest, to cool down, to get drier.
He needed to go to his fancy dinner; I needed to get home. I showered; he was sweet, but reserved. I could see that the reality of his letting me actually fulfill his fantasy was jamming his head. He again said "I hope I haven't anything to worry about." I assured him that he didn't (I refrained from noting you shouldn't bareback period if that is your paranoia...)
It was sweet; I hope this doesn't freak him out. I need to tap him a reassuring valentine. This is one sweet, big, passionate, smart, slab of man and I want to continue fucking him. Woof!
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Training His Ass
Well, the ease of visiting the Mexican has lured me back to his house the past three Sundays. He's always anxious to get fucked, likes it bareback, now wants to be bred, and it's quick. However, it's not at all nourishing: it's sort of like eating a twinkie when you want a piece of pie or layer cake.
Today before I went to his house I messaged him that when he cleaned out and showered to not use deodorant or antiperspirant. When we stripped and got into it, he wanted to be sucked and to have his nips worked. I started to chew on them and was accosted by the smell of antiperspirant (something particularly awful like Mennen speed stick. Yuck.) I asked him to wash the crap out of them and he whined he didn't like body odor (well pal, despite perfuming your pits your ass is pretty damned musky and so are your cock and balls: but, I didn't share that with him for fear he'd spray cologne down there next.) Now, don't get me wrong: I'm not a freak and don't like rank guys, but natural scent is hot; just as is the smell of cum.
He wanted to be held; he wanted me to wrap my arms around him and to work his nipples while my cock grew hard pushing against his ass cheeks. I was encouraged and thought "well, we're making some progress here..." He definitely likes getting sucked (I was getting into it, but you have to be careful not to let the bottom cum or you will never get your cock into his ass.) He loves my cock and was getting into sucking, but sucking is not his forte (well, he's not too skilled at any of it.) He then rolled over and wanted his ass eaten. As anyone who has read earlier posts knows, I LOVE eating ass, but my enthusiasm wasn't there today. I got it wet and started to rub my cock head against his hole and it yielded and was easing in.
He whined to use some lube, but it was incredibly wet; I pushed in some more and he was liking it despite the little whimpering noises which I found tedious. Finally I pulled back and used some lube: too much, unfortunately. I pushed against his hole and my cock slid all the way in with no resistance: there was a total absence of friction.
We'd discussed my wanting more than a three minute fuck and he had promised it would be okay if I went slow. After about five minutes he was asking (semi pleading) if I was ready to cum. Being asked alone is going to distract me and slow me down (I've worked over the years to hold back cumming because most bottoms love the way I fuck and don't want it to end quickly.) I tried to focus on letting it go, but he started to almost nag, and there was too much fucking lube. Also I was really getting tired of him demanding to know "does it feel good? Do you like it? Tell me you like it!" I said I wanted to wipe my cock off and he whined he might not be able to have me push back in; I thought fuck it and pulled out, grabbed a washcloth, wiped it dry and some of the lube out of his ass. Then I pushed back in.
He was now (finally) getting into the fucking (while whining he'd be sore all day tomorrow and need to call in sick: y a w n...) I kept going and thankfully now there was some friction. I felt it building and let it go with a sense of relief that it was over.
Most guys want me to to stay in and to grow soft in them and to let it naturally slide out. Not this guy: he always wants me to pull out right away so he can roll on his back and stroke off. And, he's demanding about wanting his nipples worked: he doesn't understand that after you shoot your load you need a few minutes to be mellow and relax before any gymnastics to help the bottom get off (and, if he's just relax, I might have even sucked him off. However, the buzz was gone and with it any interest I might have him helping him get off.)
Fortunately he cums quickly (which is also kind of sad.) Once I saw his matted pubes I was asking to get into the shower.
He's getting somewhat better in the sack, but I don't know whether the energy is worth it to keep trying to get this guy to enjoy holistic sex. He's gotten better at kissing, but doesn't like tongue or spit; he likes to peck. Cripes: I spurt my load into your ass, but you don't like manscent, and you don't like to trade spit. Today he was pleased and said "that was a really long fuck". I thought, how sad that he doesn't know what a really enjoyable long passionate fuck really means.
It's amazing that this guy is gay, and in his 40s, and so bad at sex. He definitely doesn't get the passion part of it at all; it's pretty mechanical as well as quick. He says he likes to get fucked, but doesn't really like to get truly fucked. I am quickly remembering why I stopped returning to his place. At this point I am pretty sure he's going to be my back up fuck when I am as horny as a three balled tomcat and when there's absolutely no chance of getting anything else.
Today before I went to his house I messaged him that when he cleaned out and showered to not use deodorant or antiperspirant. When we stripped and got into it, he wanted to be sucked and to have his nips worked. I started to chew on them and was accosted by the smell of antiperspirant (something particularly awful like Mennen speed stick. Yuck.) I asked him to wash the crap out of them and he whined he didn't like body odor (well pal, despite perfuming your pits your ass is pretty damned musky and so are your cock and balls: but, I didn't share that with him for fear he'd spray cologne down there next.) Now, don't get me wrong: I'm not a freak and don't like rank guys, but natural scent is hot; just as is the smell of cum.
He wanted to be held; he wanted me to wrap my arms around him and to work his nipples while my cock grew hard pushing against his ass cheeks. I was encouraged and thought "well, we're making some progress here..." He definitely likes getting sucked (I was getting into it, but you have to be careful not to let the bottom cum or you will never get your cock into his ass.) He loves my cock and was getting into sucking, but sucking is not his forte (well, he's not too skilled at any of it.) He then rolled over and wanted his ass eaten. As anyone who has read earlier posts knows, I LOVE eating ass, but my enthusiasm wasn't there today. I got it wet and started to rub my cock head against his hole and it yielded and was easing in.
He whined to use some lube, but it was incredibly wet; I pushed in some more and he was liking it despite the little whimpering noises which I found tedious. Finally I pulled back and used some lube: too much, unfortunately. I pushed against his hole and my cock slid all the way in with no resistance: there was a total absence of friction.
We'd discussed my wanting more than a three minute fuck and he had promised it would be okay if I went slow. After about five minutes he was asking (semi pleading) if I was ready to cum. Being asked alone is going to distract me and slow me down (I've worked over the years to hold back cumming because most bottoms love the way I fuck and don't want it to end quickly.) I tried to focus on letting it go, but he started to almost nag, and there was too much fucking lube. Also I was really getting tired of him demanding to know "does it feel good? Do you like it? Tell me you like it!" I said I wanted to wipe my cock off and he whined he might not be able to have me push back in; I thought fuck it and pulled out, grabbed a washcloth, wiped it dry and some of the lube out of his ass. Then I pushed back in.
He was now (finally) getting into the fucking (while whining he'd be sore all day tomorrow and need to call in sick: y a w n...) I kept going and thankfully now there was some friction. I felt it building and let it go with a sense of relief that it was over.
Most guys want me to to stay in and to grow soft in them and to let it naturally slide out. Not this guy: he always wants me to pull out right away so he can roll on his back and stroke off. And, he's demanding about wanting his nipples worked: he doesn't understand that after you shoot your load you need a few minutes to be mellow and relax before any gymnastics to help the bottom get off (and, if he's just relax, I might have even sucked him off. However, the buzz was gone and with it any interest I might have him helping him get off.)
Fortunately he cums quickly (which is also kind of sad.) Once I saw his matted pubes I was asking to get into the shower.
He's getting somewhat better in the sack, but I don't know whether the energy is worth it to keep trying to get this guy to enjoy holistic sex. He's gotten better at kissing, but doesn't like tongue or spit; he likes to peck. Cripes: I spurt my load into your ass, but you don't like manscent, and you don't like to trade spit. Today he was pleased and said "that was a really long fuck". I thought, how sad that he doesn't know what a really enjoyable long passionate fuck really means.
It's amazing that this guy is gay, and in his 40s, and so bad at sex. He definitely doesn't get the passion part of it at all; it's pretty mechanical as well as quick. He says he likes to get fucked, but doesn't really like to get truly fucked. I am quickly remembering why I stopped returning to his place. At this point I am pretty sure he's going to be my back up fuck when I am as horny as a three balled tomcat and when there's absolutely no chance of getting anything else.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Sleazy
This afternoon was one of the waning "early release" Fridays from work, where we get let out an entire hour earlier than normal (whoopie!) I normally leave 1-2 hours later than the "official" end of work (and normally arrive 30 to 60 minutes before work "starts", so to get home before 6 or 6:30 is rare. So, I logged into CL mid afternoon to see where there were any possibilities before I headed home.
Usually I find that with CL that if I place an ad the likelihood of successfully connecting with another guy is about 9000% greater than if I respond to an ad. But then," even a blind pig occasionally finds an acorn". And, I didn't have the time or inclination to place an ad, to sit in my office for an hour and a half, and to play the required email ping-pong involved if I were to place an ad. So, I looked within the local vicinity (of course, the most appetizing possibilites were in Oakland, or Berkeley, or some of those distant hell hole communities to the Northeast in San Pablo Bay or in San Jose...sigh.)
I noted one ad; it was in my town and the guy wanted to play in his office at 5 (meaning I'd have to stay in mine for another 40 minutes awaiting.) 54, 6' 3", 160, 8" cock. This sounded familiar and I had an inkling I knew who it was -- someone I'd fucked in this office before. So I responded to his ad and to a couple more. One was a younger guy, beautiful bubble butt, who wanted to get fucked and was close by. Another, which I can't currently remember, who didn't respond. Bubble butt did twice, but in the end couldn't host because his roommate was home (put that you can't host in your ad dude!)
The tall, thin, older dude responded immediately and remembered my pic and reminded me who he was. However, the minute I saw the email address I knew. I decided to go with the bird in hand, opting for adequate; the situation would be less than optimal and almost not satisfactory. But I'd get off.
This is an interesting guy: whippet thin, and a long, fat cock: at least 8" and extremely impressive. He likes it sucked, but his goal is to get fucked and bred. That and his being so thin make me wonder if he's being up front about his status, but this time I learned more than assuaged my concerns a bit
He has some leadership role in some union, and he's anxious to have his blue collar co-workers well out of the pic before I arrive, having been to his office two other times (one other time I waited out in the car, feeling particularly conspicuous as well as sleazy, texting until they left, so I got to see the menagerie with which he works: they concerned that I have little in common with this dude other than wanting to fuck him.) He's out, so it's not that he doesn't want them to know he's gay (apparently once bi as he has pictures of his grown kids in his office) but doesn't want them to know he's having sex in the office (good sense) but today I learned he's also paranoid about his partner learning he's getting some on the side.
The past two times we fucked on the floor of his microscopic office; so small, in fact, that we had to move his office chair into the hallway. A grim, ugly, grimmy building, with outdoor indoor carpeting; he found some 2 x 3" area rug for us to fuck on, but the underlying carpet was rough on the knees and made for an uncomfortable experience, besides our feet, hands, and arms hitting the industrial metal desk and his lanky frame practically putting his head against one fall and feet against the others. The setting just makes you want to complete the job quickly and makes you feel like a real slut.
This time he ushered me into a "bigger office" shared by two of his co-workers. Some aromatic wrappings from an occupant's lunch were in the trash (fortunately it smelled good) and he'd thrown a throw rug on the floor as well as a couple of stained pillows from some sorry couch in a waiting area.
He stripped immediately: he's nice on the eyes: flat all over, big nipples, nice goatee, tiny flat ass, and seems like he's going to fall over from the weight and length of his huge dick, despite his height. However, he's got about 10 hoop earnings in each ear, which do gross me out (why do people fuck up their appearance like that? This is an otherwise really good looking guy. It's a self defacement.)
He started to give me amazing head (I really wanted to suck his cock) but his goal was to get fucked and to feel a load inside his ass. He went to get lube, but first I wanted to rim him a bit. and to taste his cock. While he enjoyed it, the room wasn't conducive to those logistics (he's asked me to his house before, but during the day when his partner is at work and when I can't get out. I am a horn dog, but I do put my job first...) A little tongue action and I murmurred, "we really need to do this at your house"; he concurred.
So he grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock and himself; he was on his knees and pushed back and quickly impailed himself: he has this feline sort of purr and was fully into my bare cock working his hole. I mentioned how tight he was and he indicated "I don't do this often". It felt great but as I thrust in and out I also got a fecal whiff; I knew not to pull out under any circumstances or I'd be done without cumming.
While I was enjoying his warm hole I wanted to shift position so that I could enjoy maximum friction; this is one tall boy so it took some correography without pulling out; he offered to lie flat, which I prefer and I stayed him. He liked it as I pressed my chest and stomach to his back and wrapped my arms around him; purring he twisted his head seeking to kiss. It occurred to me this was clearly a maintainence fuck and I should just enjoy this primal experience for what it was and let go of my load: I felt my cock start to spew it's load and he again purred with tremendous satisfaction: he wanted to be stretched, he wanted a big cock head massaging his prostate, and he wanted to feel a warm wet load inside his ass.
As I eased out (his ass was really tight and was gripping my cock like a glove: it was lovely and I didn't want to leave him/if we'd had time and been in a bed I could have kept going and surely have given him another load) I fortunately found some paper towels on the desk. He was certain he was clean, but I'd been past his second spincter and while the shaft wasn't gross there was "debris" on the head of my cock. Not bad, I wrapped the towels around it, wiped the bit off and darted to the office bathroom to more thoroughly wash it off.
This experience was less than 20 minutes; I laughed and said "you'll be home on time and he'll never know the difference" as the last time we'd connected there his coworkers didn't get out till about 5:30 and he was anxious as we were just wrapping up our fuck around 6 p.m. and he was being messaged by his partner questioning his whereabouts.
He shared that he and his partner rarely have sex any more and that, as far has he knew, his partner hadn't cum in months. Then he mentioned that his partner had had prostate cancer and that while he's survived it affected his libido and he didn't know whether he retained much ability. It was clearly a source of sadness and disappointment for him. It all clicked: this guy has a normal to heightened sexual drive and needs to get his itch scratched outside his home because his partner isn't able to do it any more. Still risky, and still sleazy, and he still probably takes possibly random loads, but it did make him more sympathetic and assuaged my concerns a tad.
Nonetheless, I did feel reckless and sleazy as I walked out. I'd been there less than a half hour (typically I want at least 2 hours for a satisfying fuck session). This had been just about sticking my cock in an ass and shooting my load: it felt good, it did the trick, but like fast food it wasn't entirely appetizing or fulfilling. Oh well: clearly adequate, not optimal. Just some days you need to accept that all you can get is a quickie and to savor the moment.
Usually I find that with CL that if I place an ad the likelihood of successfully connecting with another guy is about 9000% greater than if I respond to an ad. But then," even a blind pig occasionally finds an acorn". And, I didn't have the time or inclination to place an ad, to sit in my office for an hour and a half, and to play the required email ping-pong involved if I were to place an ad. So, I looked within the local vicinity (of course, the most appetizing possibilites were in Oakland, or Berkeley, or some of those distant hell hole communities to the Northeast in San Pablo Bay or in San Jose...sigh.)
I noted one ad; it was in my town and the guy wanted to play in his office at 5 (meaning I'd have to stay in mine for another 40 minutes awaiting.) 54, 6' 3", 160, 8" cock. This sounded familiar and I had an inkling I knew who it was -- someone I'd fucked in this office before. So I responded to his ad and to a couple more. One was a younger guy, beautiful bubble butt, who wanted to get fucked and was close by. Another, which I can't currently remember, who didn't respond. Bubble butt did twice, but in the end couldn't host because his roommate was home (put that you can't host in your ad dude!)
The tall, thin, older dude responded immediately and remembered my pic and reminded me who he was. However, the minute I saw the email address I knew. I decided to go with the bird in hand, opting for adequate; the situation would be less than optimal and almost not satisfactory. But I'd get off.
This is an interesting guy: whippet thin, and a long, fat cock: at least 8" and extremely impressive. He likes it sucked, but his goal is to get fucked and bred. That and his being so thin make me wonder if he's being up front about his status, but this time I learned more than assuaged my concerns a bit
He has some leadership role in some union, and he's anxious to have his blue collar co-workers well out of the pic before I arrive, having been to his office two other times (one other time I waited out in the car, feeling particularly conspicuous as well as sleazy, texting until they left, so I got to see the menagerie with which he works: they concerned that I have little in common with this dude other than wanting to fuck him.) He's out, so it's not that he doesn't want them to know he's gay (apparently once bi as he has pictures of his grown kids in his office) but doesn't want them to know he's having sex in the office (good sense) but today I learned he's also paranoid about his partner learning he's getting some on the side.
The past two times we fucked on the floor of his microscopic office; so small, in fact, that we had to move his office chair into the hallway. A grim, ugly, grimmy building, with outdoor indoor carpeting; he found some 2 x 3" area rug for us to fuck on, but the underlying carpet was rough on the knees and made for an uncomfortable experience, besides our feet, hands, and arms hitting the industrial metal desk and his lanky frame practically putting his head against one fall and feet against the others. The setting just makes you want to complete the job quickly and makes you feel like a real slut.
This time he ushered me into a "bigger office" shared by two of his co-workers. Some aromatic wrappings from an occupant's lunch were in the trash (fortunately it smelled good) and he'd thrown a throw rug on the floor as well as a couple of stained pillows from some sorry couch in a waiting area.
He stripped immediately: he's nice on the eyes: flat all over, big nipples, nice goatee, tiny flat ass, and seems like he's going to fall over from the weight and length of his huge dick, despite his height. However, he's got about 10 hoop earnings in each ear, which do gross me out (why do people fuck up their appearance like that? This is an otherwise really good looking guy. It's a self defacement.)
He started to give me amazing head (I really wanted to suck his cock) but his goal was to get fucked and to feel a load inside his ass. He went to get lube, but first I wanted to rim him a bit. and to taste his cock. While he enjoyed it, the room wasn't conducive to those logistics (he's asked me to his house before, but during the day when his partner is at work and when I can't get out. I am a horn dog, but I do put my job first...) A little tongue action and I murmurred, "we really need to do this at your house"; he concurred.
So he grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock and himself; he was on his knees and pushed back and quickly impailed himself: he has this feline sort of purr and was fully into my bare cock working his hole. I mentioned how tight he was and he indicated "I don't do this often". It felt great but as I thrust in and out I also got a fecal whiff; I knew not to pull out under any circumstances or I'd be done without cumming.
While I was enjoying his warm hole I wanted to shift position so that I could enjoy maximum friction; this is one tall boy so it took some correography without pulling out; he offered to lie flat, which I prefer and I stayed him. He liked it as I pressed my chest and stomach to his back and wrapped my arms around him; purring he twisted his head seeking to kiss. It occurred to me this was clearly a maintainence fuck and I should just enjoy this primal experience for what it was and let go of my load: I felt my cock start to spew it's load and he again purred with tremendous satisfaction: he wanted to be stretched, he wanted a big cock head massaging his prostate, and he wanted to feel a warm wet load inside his ass.
As I eased out (his ass was really tight and was gripping my cock like a glove: it was lovely and I didn't want to leave him/if we'd had time and been in a bed I could have kept going and surely have given him another load) I fortunately found some paper towels on the desk. He was certain he was clean, but I'd been past his second spincter and while the shaft wasn't gross there was "debris" on the head of my cock. Not bad, I wrapped the towels around it, wiped the bit off and darted to the office bathroom to more thoroughly wash it off.
This experience was less than 20 minutes; I laughed and said "you'll be home on time and he'll never know the difference" as the last time we'd connected there his coworkers didn't get out till about 5:30 and he was anxious as we were just wrapping up our fuck around 6 p.m. and he was being messaged by his partner questioning his whereabouts.
He shared that he and his partner rarely have sex any more and that, as far has he knew, his partner hadn't cum in months. Then he mentioned that his partner had had prostate cancer and that while he's survived it affected his libido and he didn't know whether he retained much ability. It was clearly a source of sadness and disappointment for him. It all clicked: this guy has a normal to heightened sexual drive and needs to get his itch scratched outside his home because his partner isn't able to do it any more. Still risky, and still sleazy, and he still probably takes possibly random loads, but it did make him more sympathetic and assuaged my concerns a tad.
Nonetheless, I did feel reckless and sleazy as I walked out. I'd been there less than a half hour (typically I want at least 2 hours for a satisfying fuck session). This had been just about sticking my cock in an ass and shooting my load: it felt good, it did the trick, but like fast food it wasn't entirely appetizing or fulfilling. Oh well: clearly adequate, not optimal. Just some days you need to accept that all you can get is a quickie and to savor the moment.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Wham, Bamm
The Arab and I arranged to connect after work today. However, I only had a limited amount of time and, at the last minute he had to work as well. So he invited me over for a quickie.
I actually left work at 4:30 and made it there in record time. He left the door unlocked and I walked in and found him toweling off. He was in an incredibly affectionate mood, and we stood and made out for a long time, stroking each other till he dropped to his knees and started to suck me. However, we were soon making out again and I pushed him to the bed.
Neither of us was in a quickie mood: he wanted to make out and I was enjoying sucking his cock. However, we both realized the clock was ticking, so I rolled him over and started eating his ass. It was great: he was grunting "fuck, oh fuck" and I wasn't getting tired of it at all. However, we didn't have alot of time and I was soon in him.
Everything today felt just right: the fucking was great/he was shoving back and loving it and apparently I was rubbing his prostrate just right because as we moved around he kept warning me I was going to make him cum/I'd been close several times, but respecting his wishes I don't cum in him. Soon he was vocally spewing a load; I was sure that he would insist that I pull out, but he was loving getting fucked. I was fully enjoying it, but his lube dries out quickly and the friction was getting stronger. It felt great, but I was holding back and we had kept fucking for a long time after he shot. He had kept grunting with pleasure, but I was certain he must be getting sore and asked if he'd like me to pull out. I eased out and rolled back and he immediately started to suck my cock and then to spit in his hand and to stroke me and wanted to make out. It took me a long time to cum, but he was determined and kept making out with me and massaging my balls (this guy is a macho hunk and his passion today was breathtaking: I just lapped it up.) I explained I'd been holding back while fucking him -- eventually he got me off, but he encouragedme to get tested and to bring him the results so I don't need to hold back. He clearly wants me to breed him, but is still skittish, a position that I both question and respect. I know he wants to stay neg, but also it's pretty obvious that a bare cock is oozing precum, so besides volume the difference isn't huge (now, fucking with just spit, which he doesn't mind, is arguably much more of a concern...)
As it is, I get tested at a clinic, where you call in for results and don't get a report card. Additionally, I try to fly under the radar: I don't particularly want written test results indicating I am undergoing std testing lying around. I did, however, for a weird reason that my doctor insisted "just in case" get an hiv test at my regular provider. Then I did get a result mailed to me, that freaked me out in terms of the potential for compromised confidentiality (especially when I was able to get the same results on line...)
While we were fucking his business called him; he eased off to take the call, but while on hold sucked me while I played with his ass. After we'd both cum I was concerned about the time, but he wanted to lie back and enjoy the afterglow. I realized, however, he had 15 minutes to shower again and dress. As it was, we'd packed in alot in 45 minutes. I was rinsed and out the door in 10 minutes and home on time. And, I hadn't delayed him. As I left I said "keep in touch". He replied "you know I will." We've fucked five times; I guess we're close to fuck buddies.
I actually left work at 4:30 and made it there in record time. He left the door unlocked and I walked in and found him toweling off. He was in an incredibly affectionate mood, and we stood and made out for a long time, stroking each other till he dropped to his knees and started to suck me. However, we were soon making out again and I pushed him to the bed.
Neither of us was in a quickie mood: he wanted to make out and I was enjoying sucking his cock. However, we both realized the clock was ticking, so I rolled him over and started eating his ass. It was great: he was grunting "fuck, oh fuck" and I wasn't getting tired of it at all. However, we didn't have alot of time and I was soon in him.
Everything today felt just right: the fucking was great/he was shoving back and loving it and apparently I was rubbing his prostrate just right because as we moved around he kept warning me I was going to make him cum/I'd been close several times, but respecting his wishes I don't cum in him. Soon he was vocally spewing a load; I was sure that he would insist that I pull out, but he was loving getting fucked. I was fully enjoying it, but his lube dries out quickly and the friction was getting stronger. It felt great, but I was holding back and we had kept fucking for a long time after he shot. He had kept grunting with pleasure, but I was certain he must be getting sore and asked if he'd like me to pull out. I eased out and rolled back and he immediately started to suck my cock and then to spit in his hand and to stroke me and wanted to make out. It took me a long time to cum, but he was determined and kept making out with me and massaging my balls (this guy is a macho hunk and his passion today was breathtaking: I just lapped it up.) I explained I'd been holding back while fucking him -- eventually he got me off, but he encouragedme to get tested and to bring him the results so I don't need to hold back. He clearly wants me to breed him, but is still skittish, a position that I both question and respect. I know he wants to stay neg, but also it's pretty obvious that a bare cock is oozing precum, so besides volume the difference isn't huge (now, fucking with just spit, which he doesn't mind, is arguably much more of a concern...)
As it is, I get tested at a clinic, where you call in for results and don't get a report card. Additionally, I try to fly under the radar: I don't particularly want written test results indicating I am undergoing std testing lying around. I did, however, for a weird reason that my doctor insisted "just in case" get an hiv test at my regular provider. Then I did get a result mailed to me, that freaked me out in terms of the potential for compromised confidentiality (especially when I was able to get the same results on line...)
While we were fucking his business called him; he eased off to take the call, but while on hold sucked me while I played with his ass. After we'd both cum I was concerned about the time, but he wanted to lie back and enjoy the afterglow. I realized, however, he had 15 minutes to shower again and dress. As it was, we'd packed in alot in 45 minutes. I was rinsed and out the door in 10 minutes and home on time. And, I hadn't delayed him. As I left I said "keep in touch". He replied "you know I will." We've fucked five times; I guess we're close to fuck buddies.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
A Hump and Dump Maintenance Visit
The soccer dude (aka Flake) wrote me again on Friday. He indicated he wants to get together again, that Friday afternoons and Sunday afternoons work for him, and wanted to know after I got deeper and deeper into his ass whether I'd cum in his mouth.
A. Friday afternoons work for me; I was free this Friday afternoon and for well into the evening
A. Sundays after 1 pm are optimal
A. I looked forward to passing his second spincter next time
He responded that that Friday afternoon was out "that he needed to lick his girl's pussy that night" and how about Sunday. I responded Sunday would work.
--no response Friday
--no response yesterday (Saturday)
--I tapped him another email and asked him to let me know one way or the other
--no response after that yesterday; no response today.
This guy is a piece of work. However, I never really expected it to happen. I imagine him furiously stroking his average to below average sized cock when seeing responses from me in his inbox. However, I am intrigued and am not ready to say fuck off...just yet.
Well, I was horny: it had been about ten days since I'd gotten some ass. The Arab is hosting some family from the Middle East but really really wants to get laid. He has set up a tentative date with me for tomorrow when he'll be temporarily free of his company. He was hoping to have me come down and fuck him right now, but the sand is about out of my hour glass; no time to get there and back.
A very very very persistent Latino contacted me on a4a and begged me to respond. I did last week, this morning he sent the message "please cum in my ass". Well, that piqued my interest.
We connected three times two plus years ago. The first time he complained that I take too long to cum, and that he isn't interested in the foreplay. Also, while we fucked bare I couldn't cum in him; he wouldn't suck my dick after we'd fucked, and he wouldn't let me take his load in my mouth. Second time I had some performance issues (probably because of his deconstructing my performance and my desire for some foreplay to get me hard) but I got there, though neither of us was satisfied. Time three I had a flat tire and he wrote after I left "and I cleaned out for nothing." Well fuck you I thought. But for the last 24 plus months he has pleaded for me to come back.
Well I dragged it out: I mentioned that I might take too long for his taste: he was okay with that. I mentioned he didn't like kissing: well that was back on the menu. In fact, he wanted to know if I'd cum in his mouth!
I could see nothing was happening elsewhere: the usual lunes and flakes on Craigs List; people from an hour away "wanted to ride my pole" on a4a (one "local" dude dragged it out, couldn't host, and wanted to play in my car. No thanks idiot/if arrested I don't want it to be for lewd behavior in public.
So, I decided to give my Latino friend another shot: I figured if he said anything obnoxious I would just walk out. He lives in the upscale part of the downscale blue collar suburb to the north. His house is actually quite lovely/he is a bit fussy, but better than dirty. I arrived and indicated I was on a tight schedule. He was cool with it.
Now, other than a really homely face, this guy pushes my buttons. Very hairy; a nice uncut cock with a very long foreskin, and an ass that is nice and musky after being carefully scrubbed in the shower. He was true to his word and good with kissing, and I forgot how sensitive his nipples were. I loved chowing down on his cock and ass; it was rich, musky, earthy. I would have loved for him to have cum in my mouth but knew he'd never be able to get fucked after cumming.
He was really anxious to have me fuck him: after eating his ass he was panting and begging me to rub his hole with my cock head: he was soon pushing back against it and then crying out as it entered him, begging me to be easy and to use lube (dude you pushed your ass on to it!) Well I decided this was definitely a hump and dump so I got with the program: I lubed my cock, slowly pushed in and started thrusting.
There was alot of "do you like it?" "easy, please, not so fast" "it's so hard" "I am getting sore". I thought, fuck it, just blow your load and get out. I didn't cum fast enough for him, but did cum in record time for me. Afterwards he asked me to suck one nipple and to pinch another while he stroked off: soon his hairy stomach was matted with a nice load.
I dispensed with the niceities: I asked him if I could shower (yes, and he insisted on showering with me, though I just wanted to clean up.) Soon I was slipping my shorts on, pulled on my tee shirt and was walking down the stairs. I got into my car and realized it was 30 minutes, max.
My balls were tingling; my cock felt nicely massaged, but it was alien to me to be in such a rush and to focus on just getting off. However, I got over it. Actually I ended up with ample time to engage in a number of errands and to come home and to get some shit done! After having had an assignation! Damn! Being a self centered asshole isn't all bad! Still, I like my sex to be more than just like two dogs quickly humping, dropping loads and running off.
I returned home and had a series of valentines from the Latino, telling me how great it was, how good he felt, asking if there was any chance I could return tonight (no) and hoping I'd return soon.
A. Friday afternoons work for me; I was free this Friday afternoon and for well into the evening
A. Sundays after 1 pm are optimal
A. I looked forward to passing his second spincter next time
He responded that that Friday afternoon was out "that he needed to lick his girl's pussy that night" and how about Sunday. I responded Sunday would work.
--no response Friday
--no response yesterday (Saturday)
--I tapped him another email and asked him to let me know one way or the other
--no response after that yesterday; no response today.
This guy is a piece of work. However, I never really expected it to happen. I imagine him furiously stroking his average to below average sized cock when seeing responses from me in his inbox. However, I am intrigued and am not ready to say fuck off...just yet.
Well, I was horny: it had been about ten days since I'd gotten some ass. The Arab is hosting some family from the Middle East but really really wants to get laid. He has set up a tentative date with me for tomorrow when he'll be temporarily free of his company. He was hoping to have me come down and fuck him right now, but the sand is about out of my hour glass; no time to get there and back.
A very very very persistent Latino contacted me on a4a and begged me to respond. I did last week, this morning he sent the message "please cum in my ass". Well, that piqued my interest.
We connected three times two plus years ago. The first time he complained that I take too long to cum, and that he isn't interested in the foreplay. Also, while we fucked bare I couldn't cum in him; he wouldn't suck my dick after we'd fucked, and he wouldn't let me take his load in my mouth. Second time I had some performance issues (probably because of his deconstructing my performance and my desire for some foreplay to get me hard) but I got there, though neither of us was satisfied. Time three I had a flat tire and he wrote after I left "and I cleaned out for nothing." Well fuck you I thought. But for the last 24 plus months he has pleaded for me to come back.
Well I dragged it out: I mentioned that I might take too long for his taste: he was okay with that. I mentioned he didn't like kissing: well that was back on the menu. In fact, he wanted to know if I'd cum in his mouth!
I could see nothing was happening elsewhere: the usual lunes and flakes on Craigs List; people from an hour away "wanted to ride my pole" on a4a (one "local" dude dragged it out, couldn't host, and wanted to play in my car. No thanks idiot/if arrested I don't want it to be for lewd behavior in public.
So, I decided to give my Latino friend another shot: I figured if he said anything obnoxious I would just walk out. He lives in the upscale part of the downscale blue collar suburb to the north. His house is actually quite lovely/he is a bit fussy, but better than dirty. I arrived and indicated I was on a tight schedule. He was cool with it.
Now, other than a really homely face, this guy pushes my buttons. Very hairy; a nice uncut cock with a very long foreskin, and an ass that is nice and musky after being carefully scrubbed in the shower. He was true to his word and good with kissing, and I forgot how sensitive his nipples were. I loved chowing down on his cock and ass; it was rich, musky, earthy. I would have loved for him to have cum in my mouth but knew he'd never be able to get fucked after cumming.
He was really anxious to have me fuck him: after eating his ass he was panting and begging me to rub his hole with my cock head: he was soon pushing back against it and then crying out as it entered him, begging me to be easy and to use lube (dude you pushed your ass on to it!) Well I decided this was definitely a hump and dump so I got with the program: I lubed my cock, slowly pushed in and started thrusting.
There was alot of "do you like it?" "easy, please, not so fast" "it's so hard" "I am getting sore". I thought, fuck it, just blow your load and get out. I didn't cum fast enough for him, but did cum in record time for me. Afterwards he asked me to suck one nipple and to pinch another while he stroked off: soon his hairy stomach was matted with a nice load.
I dispensed with the niceities: I asked him if I could shower (yes, and he insisted on showering with me, though I just wanted to clean up.) Soon I was slipping my shorts on, pulled on my tee shirt and was walking down the stairs. I got into my car and realized it was 30 minutes, max.
My balls were tingling; my cock felt nicely massaged, but it was alien to me to be in such a rush and to focus on just getting off. However, I got over it. Actually I ended up with ample time to engage in a number of errands and to come home and to get some shit done! After having had an assignation! Damn! Being a self centered asshole isn't all bad! Still, I like my sex to be more than just like two dogs quickly humping, dropping loads and running off.
I returned home and had a series of valentines from the Latino, telling me how great it was, how good he felt, asking if there was any chance I could return tonight (no) and hoping I'd return soon.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Less than Wonderful: Frightening Fridays/the prequel
My first frightening Friday entry referenced a gritty blue collar suburb to the northeast I'd previously visited for an assignation. Actually I had made previous visits (ahem): first to a pristine section inhabited largely by Latino homeowners (the home I'd visited earlier was quite quite lovely.) The host, however, grew quickly obnoxious besides not liking to kiss and wanting just a quick hump session ("you like to take forever! Just cum, but not in me!!!") and despite regular entreaties I stopped returning. But, earlier this summer I was lured one exit further north by a fellow whose moniker is "Mr. Wonderful".
This was in response to a CL ad; he'd responded to earlier ads and had tried to lure me up mid to late evenings when I don't have the opportunity to venture out much. This particular, hot, day he engaged my interest and we went back and forth on email. I was ready to hang it up, as the afternoon was waning and I was envisioning brutal traffic heading north. And, he'd mentioned a housemate who would be arriving home soon; I wasn't enthralled by the idea of fucking someone while his roommate was roaming about in other rooms. He responded "he's my roommate, not my mom, and we have separate bathrooms." I liked the attitude in the response and decided to give it a shot.
Well, I got a bit turned around but eventually found his house. The neighborhood was okay, but a bit run down at the heels: few flowers, brown lawns, and sun bleached homes devoid of trees. As agreed I texted him upon arriving, walked up to the door and after ringing the bell and standing there was greeted by a rotund thirty something African American fellow in a towel. He secured an enormous lunging dog (friendly) and ushered me into his very untidy home and quickly down a hallway to a bedroom with an enormous television playing and it seemed like all the clothing he owned dumped onto the floor as well as the open doors of a closet. While covered with sheets the bed was unmade and the sagging mattress was rump sprung.
He told me he needed to finish up and spent an eternity in the bathroom: I was factoring how to make an exit when he appeared, gave me a kiss, and dropped the towel. This man does not conform to the black stereotype (trust me, I do not have a Mandingo fantasy, but the black guys I have been with have been considerably smaller than me/average or less. Perhaps just black bottoms are on the smaller side, or only the big ones get featured in porn.)
This fellow also has quite the tummy, which drooped; not offensive, actually he wears it well (better clothed though) but it made the correography more of a challenge, particularly getting my cock into him and keeping it there. Overall, however, he's a handsome guy, but one who would look better if he lost 60 lb.
He was incredibly clean; not a trace of musk so I had no hesitancy in rimming him, which he loved. I tried sucking him and he got moderately hard. Finally I got him on his stomach for a bit and rubbed my cock up and down his crack and after many probing efforts managed to find the hole and to push into him. He loved it, but it was a hot day and being a big boy needed to take breaks to rehydrate. He also started digging through the pile of clothes looking for a towel (he managed to find an unopened water bottle in the mess as well.
The bed was a nightmare that wasn't at all conducive to sex; it sagged and nearly threw us off throughout the session, which added to the challenge of getting back in him and getting a rhythm going. It was incredibly distracting and uncomfortable. Finally I got him on his side, and felt the friction and decided to focus on cumming. He was thrilled to feel me breeding him. Next he was vigorouly jerking off and did manage to shoot a load.
I didn't want to dash out and he was into making out and also wanted to try to get another load out of me. The bed, however, wasn't conducive to our mutual weight; working out the first load was a miracle, but getting him positioned to enable me to fuck him a give up another load was proving an impossibility. Also by that point the bottom sheet kept pulling off the bed, there was no mattress cover, and he was really sweating. Finally I rolled on my side and stroked off (I think my subconscience told my cock that this was the way to escape) and shot faster than I imagined. He scooped my cum up, rubbed it on his hole and pressed it inside him with his fingers. Okay, this guy was serious about wanting to get bred. By that point I was hot, clammy, tired, and weiry of it all, and as it was dusk I thought I might be well advised to find my car and to leave.
The roommate was home and I'd smelled him cooking dinner; my sex partner first got up, located some random articles of clothing to don, exited the room, and assuring me his roommate was out of the way, got me out the door. When I got to my car I found I didn't have my cell phone: I couldn't very well text him, so I had to go back and to ring the door bell. After several minutes, my "pal" appeared at the door (thank God, I didn't know his name to tell the roommate I wanted to speak with him), and had to remove the jumping dog to another room to speak with me. I mentioned my phone and he left me standing in front of the house for several more minutes. All I could imagine was that finding it in that mess would be impossible; amazingly he came back with the phone in hand.
As I got into my car and mentally collapsed I wondered why I allow my dick to think for me sometimes. This was definitely a less than "wonderful" experience.
This was in response to a CL ad; he'd responded to earlier ads and had tried to lure me up mid to late evenings when I don't have the opportunity to venture out much. This particular, hot, day he engaged my interest and we went back and forth on email. I was ready to hang it up, as the afternoon was waning and I was envisioning brutal traffic heading north. And, he'd mentioned a housemate who would be arriving home soon; I wasn't enthralled by the idea of fucking someone while his roommate was roaming about in other rooms. He responded "he's my roommate, not my mom, and we have separate bathrooms." I liked the attitude in the response and decided to give it a shot.
Well, I got a bit turned around but eventually found his house. The neighborhood was okay, but a bit run down at the heels: few flowers, brown lawns, and sun bleached homes devoid of trees. As agreed I texted him upon arriving, walked up to the door and after ringing the bell and standing there was greeted by a rotund thirty something African American fellow in a towel. He secured an enormous lunging dog (friendly) and ushered me into his very untidy home and quickly down a hallway to a bedroom with an enormous television playing and it seemed like all the clothing he owned dumped onto the floor as well as the open doors of a closet. While covered with sheets the bed was unmade and the sagging mattress was rump sprung.
He told me he needed to finish up and spent an eternity in the bathroom: I was factoring how to make an exit when he appeared, gave me a kiss, and dropped the towel. This man does not conform to the black stereotype (trust me, I do not have a Mandingo fantasy, but the black guys I have been with have been considerably smaller than me/average or less. Perhaps just black bottoms are on the smaller side, or only the big ones get featured in porn.)
This fellow also has quite the tummy, which drooped; not offensive, actually he wears it well (better clothed though) but it made the correography more of a challenge, particularly getting my cock into him and keeping it there. Overall, however, he's a handsome guy, but one who would look better if he lost 60 lb.
He was incredibly clean; not a trace of musk so I had no hesitancy in rimming him, which he loved. I tried sucking him and he got moderately hard. Finally I got him on his stomach for a bit and rubbed my cock up and down his crack and after many probing efforts managed to find the hole and to push into him. He loved it, but it was a hot day and being a big boy needed to take breaks to rehydrate. He also started digging through the pile of clothes looking for a towel (he managed to find an unopened water bottle in the mess as well.
The bed was a nightmare that wasn't at all conducive to sex; it sagged and nearly threw us off throughout the session, which added to the challenge of getting back in him and getting a rhythm going. It was incredibly distracting and uncomfortable. Finally I got him on his side, and felt the friction and decided to focus on cumming. He was thrilled to feel me breeding him. Next he was vigorouly jerking off and did manage to shoot a load.
I didn't want to dash out and he was into making out and also wanted to try to get another load out of me. The bed, however, wasn't conducive to our mutual weight; working out the first load was a miracle, but getting him positioned to enable me to fuck him a give up another load was proving an impossibility. Also by that point the bottom sheet kept pulling off the bed, there was no mattress cover, and he was really sweating. Finally I rolled on my side and stroked off (I think my subconscience told my cock that this was the way to escape) and shot faster than I imagined. He scooped my cum up, rubbed it on his hole and pressed it inside him with his fingers. Okay, this guy was serious about wanting to get bred. By that point I was hot, clammy, tired, and weiry of it all, and as it was dusk I thought I might be well advised to find my car and to leave.
The roommate was home and I'd smelled him cooking dinner; my sex partner first got up, located some random articles of clothing to don, exited the room, and assuring me his roommate was out of the way, got me out the door. When I got to my car I found I didn't have my cell phone: I couldn't very well text him, so I had to go back and to ring the door bell. After several minutes, my "pal" appeared at the door (thank God, I didn't know his name to tell the roommate I wanted to speak with him), and had to remove the jumping dog to another room to speak with me. I mentioned my phone and he left me standing in front of the house for several more minutes. All I could imagine was that finding it in that mess would be impossible; amazingly he came back with the phone in hand.
As I got into my car and mentally collapsed I wondered why I allow my dick to think for me sometimes. This was definitely a less than "wonderful" experience.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Frightening Fridays/part two
Well, anticipating a sexual desert for awhile after I return to work, I posted on CL yesterday in one last fishing expedition as my time off comes to a close. Manhunt and a4a do yield results, but rarely immediate gratification (unless you are totally undiscriminating, can host, or are willing to drive 20 miles...) Of course, CL does turn up alot of interesting creatures and the usual flakes and socially awkward characters responded to my add with valentines of one sort or another. One in particular takes delight in taunting guys who "can't host/need to travel". I guess it's better than flagging ads. The Arab and I had a tentative date to connect again that morning, but he indicated a 10:30 meeting and said he'd probably be free early afternoon. I responded we should just touch base later, and considered the bites from CL.
One guy in Oakland looked tremendous: tall, hairy, big cock, firm ass, and damned good looking. All the pics seemed to fit together in appropriate jigsaw puzzle fashion/it didn't appear from the pics he forwarded that different "puzzles" had been mixed. I had wished him viya con Dios (actually he claims to be Irish American) when he indicated that he was primarily a top and was looking for mutual oral; I immediately got a response indicating that he was super interested and actually would consider bottoming for me as my pics and stats had him aroused. However, it deteriorated into 40 minutes of email ping pong with relentless questions ("wrapped/unwrapped?" "Do you take/give cum in 69?" yadda, yadda, yadda.) I suspect he was jerking off the whole time. And, he indicated he lives in the Eastmont section of Oakland, which a google search indicated is a barrel of blood in Oakland (I know that sounds redundant, but for it to get the reviews I read suggested it would represent driving into Dante's Inferno.) Walking in such a neighborhood to his apartment, much less leaving my car on the street didn't sound advisable. Suffice it to say, I didn't go there and, I haven't heard back from him.
During the meantime I got a message from a married guy in Alamo, an extremely affluent nearby suburb. (No risks from the neighborhood other than possibly being run into by a new Range Rover or BMW SUV). He sent a microscopic thumbnail pic, which suggested a regular suburban guy. I drove over to his house, an a neighborhood with gated stone driveways (no on street parking.) Adjacent to the driveway was a very untidy arrangement of large, Fisher Price type children's toys and disposable diaper boxes (very declasse; not at all Alamo.)
When I arrived a very odd fellow answered the door. About 6' 2", long, grey, thinning hair, and decent but gone to flab 50s. The house was for sale (probably 3 mil) but definitely needs some touch up. It was all in very nouveau riche style (neo-rocco.) He lead me into the master bedroom suite, which was filled with baby things: bassette, play pen, etc., untidily strewn about. I commented "you have a baby" and he shared that "yeah, his wife had protested her biological clock was ticking." He indicated he hadn't gotten much sleep so he was kind of exhausted (I am guessing he'd been partying and was coming down from it.) Yes, the wife and baby were in Lake Tahoe, apparently, but he'd gotten a text that they were en route and would return about mid-afternoon. Looking out the bedroom window was a magnficent pool, surrounded by pristine landscaping (clearly something the present owner had nothing to do with creating/maintaining.)
He really wanted to get fucked, but also wanted to make out and to give me head. He had some soft, mostly lesbian porn channel playing in the background, which I found helpfully distracting as this scene wasn't entirely working for me (even less than Lesbian porn, something in which I have NO interest.) Normally I like the musk of a man, but his wasn't working for me/it was sour. He assured me that he'd cleaned out, so I rolled him onto his stomach and started to eat his ass: it seemed clean, but a huge, irregularly shaped hole. Getting him wet I pushed my cock head against him and tried to enter; it wouldn't yield and he cried out in discomfort. He asked me to loosen him with my fingers and some lube (which I stopped doing since so many guys complain about finger nails and rigid fingers) so I gave that a half hearted try. I asked him to try straddling me, but he soon rolled off in defeat saying my cock was too big for him to take.
Dismounting he rolled on his side and pulled me to him and asked me if I'd cum on his face. He started to give me head again, and then I began stroking; he wanted to kiss some, which was okay but then started to ask whether I liked watching girl on girl action (A: no) and yammering about his wife's big tits (yawn) and how he'd fucked a TV with a figure like that of one of the girls playing on the screen (I was now pretty grossed out.) Thankfully I needed to cum and my body cooperated and he positioned his face next to my cock and licked the head as I spurt. It was a joyless release.
Normally I like to be some what considerate and not jump up. However, I quickly asked if I could wash up/I wanted out. Minutes later I was dressed and in my car. Perhaps 35 minutes had passed. While the Arab lives close by, and it was now after noon I was definitely no longer in the mood. I need to stay away from CL on my Fridays off.
One guy in Oakland looked tremendous: tall, hairy, big cock, firm ass, and damned good looking. All the pics seemed to fit together in appropriate jigsaw puzzle fashion/it didn't appear from the pics he forwarded that different "puzzles" had been mixed. I had wished him viya con Dios (actually he claims to be Irish American) when he indicated that he was primarily a top and was looking for mutual oral; I immediately got a response indicating that he was super interested and actually would consider bottoming for me as my pics and stats had him aroused. However, it deteriorated into 40 minutes of email ping pong with relentless questions ("wrapped/unwrapped?" "Do you take/give cum in 69?" yadda, yadda, yadda.) I suspect he was jerking off the whole time. And, he indicated he lives in the Eastmont section of Oakland, which a google search indicated is a barrel of blood in Oakland (I know that sounds redundant, but for it to get the reviews I read suggested it would represent driving into Dante's Inferno.) Walking in such a neighborhood to his apartment, much less leaving my car on the street didn't sound advisable. Suffice it to say, I didn't go there and, I haven't heard back from him.
During the meantime I got a message from a married guy in Alamo, an extremely affluent nearby suburb. (No risks from the neighborhood other than possibly being run into by a new Range Rover or BMW SUV). He sent a microscopic thumbnail pic, which suggested a regular suburban guy. I drove over to his house, an a neighborhood with gated stone driveways (no on street parking.) Adjacent to the driveway was a very untidy arrangement of large, Fisher Price type children's toys and disposable diaper boxes (very declasse; not at all Alamo.)
When I arrived a very odd fellow answered the door. About 6' 2", long, grey, thinning hair, and decent but gone to flab 50s. The house was for sale (probably 3 mil) but definitely needs some touch up. It was all in very nouveau riche style (neo-rocco.) He lead me into the master bedroom suite, which was filled with baby things: bassette, play pen, etc., untidily strewn about. I commented "you have a baby" and he shared that "yeah, his wife had protested her biological clock was ticking." He indicated he hadn't gotten much sleep so he was kind of exhausted (I am guessing he'd been partying and was coming down from it.) Yes, the wife and baby were in Lake Tahoe, apparently, but he'd gotten a text that they were en route and would return about mid-afternoon. Looking out the bedroom window was a magnficent pool, surrounded by pristine landscaping (clearly something the present owner had nothing to do with creating/maintaining.)
He really wanted to get fucked, but also wanted to make out and to give me head. He had some soft, mostly lesbian porn channel playing in the background, which I found helpfully distracting as this scene wasn't entirely working for me (even less than Lesbian porn, something in which I have NO interest.) Normally I like the musk of a man, but his wasn't working for me/it was sour. He assured me that he'd cleaned out, so I rolled him onto his stomach and started to eat his ass: it seemed clean, but a huge, irregularly shaped hole. Getting him wet I pushed my cock head against him and tried to enter; it wouldn't yield and he cried out in discomfort. He asked me to loosen him with my fingers and some lube (which I stopped doing since so many guys complain about finger nails and rigid fingers) so I gave that a half hearted try. I asked him to try straddling me, but he soon rolled off in defeat saying my cock was too big for him to take.
Dismounting he rolled on his side and pulled me to him and asked me if I'd cum on his face. He started to give me head again, and then I began stroking; he wanted to kiss some, which was okay but then started to ask whether I liked watching girl on girl action (A: no) and yammering about his wife's big tits (yawn) and how he'd fucked a TV with a figure like that of one of the girls playing on the screen (I was now pretty grossed out.) Thankfully I needed to cum and my body cooperated and he positioned his face next to my cock and licked the head as I spurt. It was a joyless release.
Normally I like to be some what considerate and not jump up. However, I quickly asked if I could wash up/I wanted out. Minutes later I was dressed and in my car. Perhaps 35 minutes had passed. While the Arab lives close by, and it was now after noon I was definitely no longer in the mood. I need to stay away from CL on my Fridays off.
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