Yesterday was a sex filled day, but I'll describe my afternoon in a subsequent entry. However, after meeting with some work clients (following a lengthy hook up hiatus in between) I had dinner and returned to my room with the expectation of hitting the sack early and just reading.
Early in the morning I'd been on line with a hunky looking guy who I'd hoped to hook up with, but he had practice with his paddling team (read: crew) and despite my trying to lure him to my hotel for a quickie wasn't free till this evening. He kept up a steady stream of correspondence wanting to know if I'd be free at 6. I advised him I needed to get some dinner after working and wouldn't be free till 7:30.
After dinner, having gotten my nut earlier, I was ready to just veg: play around on Facebook and to read a novel. But I wrote the guy back and indicated that I had returned to my room. I was more than half hoping he'd fail to respond. He did, though, and when I indicated I needed to get up early for work and to end no later than 10 pm said he could be at my place in 20 minutes, but we could late (as it is he has a brutally early morning flight that is leaving as I type this.) I decided what the hell.
He arrived in 30 minutes, and when I opened the door I was stunned. His guy is 6' 2" and gorgeous. Brilliant, perfect, white teeth, beautiful blue eyes, and a broad shouldered hunk. Goatee, immaculately groomed. While in his 40s he seemed like a shy boy. When he pulled off his clothes I saw that while a devoted athlete this guy either was once fat or likes his girl scout cookies; he wears it well under his clothes, but besides defined pecs he has man boobs with enormous nipples, a bit of a gut, and a microscopic cock (his profile says 5", but it looked smaller and it is narrow. He's hapa, so all the European dna went into his frame, and the Asian into his genitals, it seems...though he was smaller than an Asian guy I've fucked.) Don't get me wrong though, this guy was a wet dream overall and melted when I started kissing him.
I soon realized if I wanted to get this guy to do anything I wanted I needed to just take my time and to enjoy making out with him --it wasn't hard, I'd like to have a day with him to just do that alone for an hour or so. Passion is an understatement here; he would have stayed making out if I didn't take control of the situation to go where I needed to go.
When we started to make out while he was still dressed I rubbed his nipples and thought they might be hot spots, When he as naked and I started to suck them he went nuts: he kept letting out a series of high pitched moans and thrashed back and forth. I knew he'd do anything at that point.
I progressed south and started to lick and suck his cock, which he loved, but I could tell the nips gave him more pleasure. Heading underneath his balls were rich and musky (unfortunately he'd carefully perfumed his pits with deodorant). I knew I'd like his ass. Rolling him over I buried my face in it and loved the aroma: now the boy went nuts. He was loadly moaning and thrusting into the bed, arching his ass in the air and his legs were flailing. I was inspired to give it my all and kept at it for easily 15 minutes, pulling his cheeks apart and buring my tongue deep in him. I got it super wet, and then pushed him back on his side (never appear too eager to push it in/I didn't want to spook him off by rubbing my bare head against it quite yet. I didn't need to worry.) We made out some more and I could tell he was on fire. He sat up and straddled me and grabbed my cock, rubbed the head against his hole and slowly lowered himself down onto hit. I loved feeling him yield and the cock head passing into his warm spongy gut. He started to ride up and down it; I let him enjoy the ride before I pushed him onto his back and took charge to give him some serious fucking. Among other things some lube was in order.
I pushed back in, but wrapped my arms around him so I could work his nipples,but he was already lost in having my cock in him. He wasn't quiet as he moaned "you feel so good in me; fuck me; fuck me! I love your cock; it feels so good". I altenated between having him flat on his stomach and getting him on his side: long strokes, short pokes, pulling out and then quickly reentering. My cock had no difficulty finding his hole when I pulled out and it was totally dialated to let me back in. We kept at it for awhile, but I wanted to take a break before going for the final stretch. And then, despite the room only being lighted by the bathroom light I noticed the sheets were discolored; it didn't look like shit. I suspected he was bleeding and he was, slightly. I went to the bathroom and my cock wasn't dirty, but when I used a washcloth to wipe it there was some faint pink. I returned to the bedroom and he was embarrassed and apologized, saying he didn't play much so that was the issue; I asked him if he was alright and he insisted it was okay, he didn't hurt and wanted me to fuck him again.
At that point I did some quick math: I figured if I was in trouble the damage was probably done; the guy had listed himself as neg, and I got very vibe from meeting him this wasn't a self destructive or reckless guy. So, I turned off the light again, resumed making out with him, and lubed his ass and my cock. He insisted on straddling me again, and was very into it. However, I suspect that was what tore him a bit (especially since we began with just spit). The angle isn't my favorite and I was feeling too much friction (and this is a big guy) so I got him on his stomach again.
My boy loves getting fucked, and was loudly letting me know it in his high pitched voice. I told him he was going to make me cum, and he kept moaning "fuck me! fuck me! I love how your cock feels." I decided I was getting a green light and let go. Now I am not a loud, emotive cummer, but he intuitively knew it, or felt the change in my cock now that it was throbbing. He pushed back hard and started to squeeze his guts and to milk it. My boy wanted to get bred.
I slowly eased out and we rolled on to our sides; we enjoyed pillow talk but I started to make out with him again and to work his nipples and balls and he started to furiously work his cock and shot to his nipples. We looked and it was 10 pm. So, we enjoyed some afterglow and then he rinsed off.
Hopefully he'll be back; despite the tiny cock this guy is a wet dream. He indicated he has a low sex drive and rarely fucks, but needed his itch scratched. Well, I hope for an encore before I fly home.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Worth staying up for
I was out of town the other day and hosting a function that ended at 9:30. I was far enough from home to stay over, but had a panoply of meetings the next day, so needed to be up early and was plotting how to avoid rush hour. However, being an insatiable hound dog, and staying in a nice hotel, I had to check out who was available on a4a.
Actually I got quite a few hits: don't these guys need to get to work in the morning? Ah, thinking with their dicks, as was I. This one fellow was particularly persistent; he really wanted to get fucked, and while I was discouraging about the time, and that I couldn't play till midnight, he assured me he was cleaned out and could be there in 30 minutes. Also, he looked hot. So, I gave him my room number.
You always imagine that some idiot is going to assure you he's coming, and then not show, but you'll be up for hours waiting for that possible faint knock on the door and not want hotel security to create a scene. It's part of my trepidation when agreeing to such late night connections. However, within 30 minutes I there was a barely audible knock on the door. When I opened it there was a cute, broad shouldered, slim, mid-40's Latino guy: stereotypic short trimmed mustache and a "chick" teaser. (Actually much slimmer than his picture.) I ushered him in with pleasure. He had great poise as after a brief kiss he put down his phone, keys, and wallet and casually peeled off his clothes. I liked everything, and the icing on the cake was his long, thick, dark cock and dense pubes: just what I like.
There was some prerequisite email about condoms (should I bring some) and I had them laid out with the lube. He was emphatic about wanting to play safe; I fully respected that. Once he stripped though we started to make out and were both seriously into sucking face. His nips were sensitive and we transitioned between him throating my cock and my savoring that nice slab of his. It was nice and spongy but once I started working it I found it harder to get all the way down my throat. He was giving off a nice manscent under an (unfortunate) layer of deodorant. Clearly he was squeaky clean.
I pulled off his cock and went down to his ass and really worked it with my tongue; I gave it quality attention and pulled his cheeks apart and had my tongue entirely up in him. He had a nice musky (clean) aroma and was letting out continual little whimpers of pleasure throughout. I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. He rubbed his asshole around my cock and I found it easing in; I just played possum and didn't push, didn't ask, didn't encourage, just let him enjoy it. After easing about three inches into him for a good 10 minutes he then said "we need to use a condom". I said fine, but let's do more pre-condom stuff first. So I went back to eating his ass, and sucking his cock, and while he was lying on his back I rubbed my cock up and down his crack; as it rubbed his hole he kept pushing back; again I was not pushing in; I let him take full responsibility. He again said, we need to use a condom; I said fine and handed him one as I lubed his ass, then his and my cocks. As he rolled onto his back he tore open the condom, stared at it, and then put it on the night stand. I asked him if he wanted me to tease him some more and he snidely said, "is that what you call it?" He put his legs in the air and I gradually pushed my bare cock into him and we went at it.
As we moved around I realized that he wanted to cum but was also anxious to get me off. I asked where,and he said "not in me"/no surprise there. But he worked his own cock hard as he lay on his back while I pushed in and out of him and then spurted out a load. I eased out and figured it was over, but he really wanted to see me get off. He stroked me hard, but I needed to stroke it while he made out with me and pressed his warm bod against mine. I figured the crest for cumming had passed,but then I spurted out a long stream from my navel to my nipps; he said "let me squeeze it to see another spurt" and was disappointed not to have more come out. It was, nonetheless, impressive.
We enjoyed some brief pillow talk, but it was -- in fact -- now midnight. I needed to be up at 6 and he did as well. I will be back in his town in a couple of weeks and we are considering a rematch. However, I have to say, much as I dragged the next day, it was worth it.
Actually I got quite a few hits: don't these guys need to get to work in the morning? Ah, thinking with their dicks, as was I. This one fellow was particularly persistent; he really wanted to get fucked, and while I was discouraging about the time, and that I couldn't play till midnight, he assured me he was cleaned out and could be there in 30 minutes. Also, he looked hot. So, I gave him my room number.
You always imagine that some idiot is going to assure you he's coming, and then not show, but you'll be up for hours waiting for that possible faint knock on the door and not want hotel security to create a scene. It's part of my trepidation when agreeing to such late night connections. However, within 30 minutes I there was a barely audible knock on the door. When I opened it there was a cute, broad shouldered, slim, mid-40's Latino guy: stereotypic short trimmed mustache and a "chick" teaser. (Actually much slimmer than his picture.) I ushered him in with pleasure. He had great poise as after a brief kiss he put down his phone, keys, and wallet and casually peeled off his clothes. I liked everything, and the icing on the cake was his long, thick, dark cock and dense pubes: just what I like.
There was some prerequisite email about condoms (should I bring some) and I had them laid out with the lube. He was emphatic about wanting to play safe; I fully respected that. Once he stripped though we started to make out and were both seriously into sucking face. His nips were sensitive and we transitioned between him throating my cock and my savoring that nice slab of his. It was nice and spongy but once I started working it I found it harder to get all the way down my throat. He was giving off a nice manscent under an (unfortunate) layer of deodorant. Clearly he was squeaky clean.
I pulled off his cock and went down to his ass and really worked it with my tongue; I gave it quality attention and pulled his cheeks apart and had my tongue entirely up in him. He had a nice musky (clean) aroma and was letting out continual little whimpers of pleasure throughout. I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. He rubbed his asshole around my cock and I found it easing in; I just played possum and didn't push, didn't ask, didn't encourage, just let him enjoy it. After easing about three inches into him for a good 10 minutes he then said "we need to use a condom". I said fine, but let's do more pre-condom stuff first. So I went back to eating his ass, and sucking his cock, and while he was lying on his back I rubbed my cock up and down his crack; as it rubbed his hole he kept pushing back; again I was not pushing in; I let him take full responsibility. He again said, we need to use a condom; I said fine and handed him one as I lubed his ass, then his and my cocks. As he rolled onto his back he tore open the condom, stared at it, and then put it on the night stand. I asked him if he wanted me to tease him some more and he snidely said, "is that what you call it?" He put his legs in the air and I gradually pushed my bare cock into him and we went at it.
As we moved around I realized that he wanted to cum but was also anxious to get me off. I asked where,and he said "not in me"/no surprise there. But he worked his own cock hard as he lay on his back while I pushed in and out of him and then spurted out a load. I eased out and figured it was over, but he really wanted to see me get off. He stroked me hard, but I needed to stroke it while he made out with me and pressed his warm bod against mine. I figured the crest for cumming had passed,but then I spurted out a long stream from my navel to my nipps; he said "let me squeeze it to see another spurt" and was disappointed not to have more come out. It was, nonetheless, impressive.
We enjoyed some brief pillow talk, but it was -- in fact -- now midnight. I needed to be up at 6 and he did as well. I will be back in his town in a couple of weeks and we are considering a rematch. However, I have to say, much as I dragged the next day, it was worth it.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Bearhunk
It's been a seemingly long hiatus (2 weeks? 3 weeks?) since I last got laid. The Arab is horny as hell, but our planets have not been able to get into the same orbit. His social schedule has not synced with my opportunities to connect. Lately I have gotten several valentines from the Piano Man, but his opportunities for getting away are as random as mine though he's bemoaned the "need to get my dick back up his ass." I share that sentiment; we almost connected yesterday but at the last minute he and his partner ended up with a family commitment. So it goes.
I haven't seen the mancub in months; he lives ~70 miles northwest so it's not convenient for either of us. I noticed his a4a profile had vanished, but was relieved to find he still (for the time being) has one on Manhunt. He responded that changes were afoot and gave me an email address where I could contact him. Much has changed; leaving one partner, has a new partner, moving into the city. Wow. In the flurry of email ping pong I gathered that he'd be unavailable beginning October 1 for a while and then when and where were yet to be determined; "bummer"...Then I got a message from him asking if I could host today. Well, I rarely to never host, but for him I will, and have. Today was a good opportunity, so I said sure. However, it wasn't till this morning I got a definite yes. He's normally a nocturnal creature, so to learn he was awake and showered at 11 a.m. stunned me. Still he had other stuff to get done, so he only arrived here early afternoon.
Since I only had a few hours we needed to be task oriented. When he walked in he pulled out my cock and began to suck it and then we started to make out. He asked if I wanted to smoke some weed, but at that point I was cranked up and wanted him naked. I put the dog outside while he went into the bedroom and stripped; then let the dog back in and closed the bedroom door.
He knows I am totally aroused by his manscent; usually it's great but sometimes it's just sour. Today was one of those deep, rich, musky days -- strong, but pleasant. His breath wasn't sour but wasn't sweet, which was a negative, but I focused on the odors that pushed my buttons. I regretted we didn't have more time because I would have liked to have focused on licking his pits out (actually I would have liked to have savored exploring him for a long time: he's doughy with muscle underneath, and has a fine dusting of dense hair across his legs, arms and chest. He also has an incredible ass hole, which I love to rim. Alas, today wasn't a time for leisurely exploration.)
He laid back on the edge of the bed, grabbed some elbow grease and lubed his ass and my cock. Now this is a boy who loves to get fucked, but when I went in, slowly, he started to spasm. I eased out and he grabbed some poppers and then was ready for me to slide all the way up inside him. I don't enjoy fucking standing up, but he'd just driven 70 miles and I was focused on his pleasure.
However, my cock started to "dictate" and we both got in the middle of the bed. It was truly good, as usual. He was grunting and loving it and he was then nice and tight. I like a mellow fuck but he wanted long fast thrusts, and that was much of what I gave him. His facial expressions were half my pleasure; he clearly needed a good hard fuck. Like a clock we went around through all the positions; we got back to my favorite with him on his side and me having maximum penetration when I let it go; we'd been fucking for about 25 minutes (for real; it had been hard to hold back but I recognize that it's hard to work up the second load so I try to delay the first.) We laid back, nuzzled, and he caught me up on his life for about 20 minutes. He'd been wearing a jock and I told him it was time to get it off him.
This was an odd day in that he remained soft and I had to suck him for awhile to get him hard, but once it engorged he lubed my dick and straddled me. Being ridden isn't my favorite position, but it felt great/more importantly he was loving it and was letting out loud moans (which caused the dog to come to the bedroom door and whine with anxiety.) I hadn't said it, but I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and when I asked if he was close I felt him suddenly start spurting a huge load onto my chest and belly (damn the luck.) He massaged it into my skin and I licked his fingers and then he bent down to kiss me.
He dismounted and I was hard as a rock; he was game to be fucked again but I was ready to go for awhile, his ass was now loose, and soon after he started to complain about being sore (a: the long fast strokes; he had just cum.) We laid on our sides and enjoyed some frottage, but I wanted in again. He was willing, but soon was asking if I was close. Since he wanted the load, I stroked and he rolled on his stomach pulling his cheeks apart: he wanted the load in him. It felt like a porn flick as I gave him a cream pie and then pushed it in.
It was good, but too damned short, even though we went at it for more than two hours. I was spoiled three years ago when I met him; he was single/I was at a conference, and we fucked and slept together for four nights. He's got a new bf, and they plan to move in together. I haven't a clue whether it will be open or not, but thought it crass to ask right now: it's up to him to indicate. Whether this will be the last time or not, the sex with him has been consistently amazing.
I haven't seen the mancub in months; he lives ~70 miles northwest so it's not convenient for either of us. I noticed his a4a profile had vanished, but was relieved to find he still (for the time being) has one on Manhunt. He responded that changes were afoot and gave me an email address where I could contact him. Much has changed; leaving one partner, has a new partner, moving into the city. Wow. In the flurry of email ping pong I gathered that he'd be unavailable beginning October 1 for a while and then when and where were yet to be determined; "bummer"...Then I got a message from him asking if I could host today. Well, I rarely to never host, but for him I will, and have. Today was a good opportunity, so I said sure. However, it wasn't till this morning I got a definite yes. He's normally a nocturnal creature, so to learn he was awake and showered at 11 a.m. stunned me. Still he had other stuff to get done, so he only arrived here early afternoon.
Since I only had a few hours we needed to be task oriented. When he walked in he pulled out my cock and began to suck it and then we started to make out. He asked if I wanted to smoke some weed, but at that point I was cranked up and wanted him naked. I put the dog outside while he went into the bedroom and stripped; then let the dog back in and closed the bedroom door.
He knows I am totally aroused by his manscent; usually it's great but sometimes it's just sour. Today was one of those deep, rich, musky days -- strong, but pleasant. His breath wasn't sour but wasn't sweet, which was a negative, but I focused on the odors that pushed my buttons. I regretted we didn't have more time because I would have liked to have focused on licking his pits out (actually I would have liked to have savored exploring him for a long time: he's doughy with muscle underneath, and has a fine dusting of dense hair across his legs, arms and chest. He also has an incredible ass hole, which I love to rim. Alas, today wasn't a time for leisurely exploration.)
He laid back on the edge of the bed, grabbed some elbow grease and lubed his ass and my cock. Now this is a boy who loves to get fucked, but when I went in, slowly, he started to spasm. I eased out and he grabbed some poppers and then was ready for me to slide all the way up inside him. I don't enjoy fucking standing up, but he'd just driven 70 miles and I was focused on his pleasure.
However, my cock started to "dictate" and we both got in the middle of the bed. It was truly good, as usual. He was grunting and loving it and he was then nice and tight. I like a mellow fuck but he wanted long fast thrusts, and that was much of what I gave him. His facial expressions were half my pleasure; he clearly needed a good hard fuck. Like a clock we went around through all the positions; we got back to my favorite with him on his side and me having maximum penetration when I let it go; we'd been fucking for about 25 minutes (for real; it had been hard to hold back but I recognize that it's hard to work up the second load so I try to delay the first.) We laid back, nuzzled, and he caught me up on his life for about 20 minutes. He'd been wearing a jock and I told him it was time to get it off him.
This was an odd day in that he remained soft and I had to suck him for awhile to get him hard, but once it engorged he lubed my dick and straddled me. Being ridden isn't my favorite position, but it felt great/more importantly he was loving it and was letting out loud moans (which caused the dog to come to the bedroom door and whine with anxiety.) I hadn't said it, but I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and when I asked if he was close I felt him suddenly start spurting a huge load onto my chest and belly (damn the luck.) He massaged it into my skin and I licked his fingers and then he bent down to kiss me.
He dismounted and I was hard as a rock; he was game to be fucked again but I was ready to go for awhile, his ass was now loose, and soon after he started to complain about being sore (a: the long fast strokes; he had just cum.) We laid on our sides and enjoyed some frottage, but I wanted in again. He was willing, but soon was asking if I was close. Since he wanted the load, I stroked and he rolled on his stomach pulling his cheeks apart: he wanted the load in him. It felt like a porn flick as I gave him a cream pie and then pushed it in.
It was good, but too damned short, even though we went at it for more than two hours. I was spoiled three years ago when I met him; he was single/I was at a conference, and we fucked and slept together for four nights. He's got a new bf, and they plan to move in together. I haven't a clue whether it will be open or not, but thought it crass to ask right now: it's up to him to indicate. Whether this will be the last time or not, the sex with him has been consistently amazing.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Fucking with Abandon
I have taken a bit of a hiatus: two weeks since some manhole, and it seemed like an eternity. However, the weekends go by rapidly and despite the ongoing nibbles from a4a, Manhunt, and SD I just didn't want to devote the required energy and patience to the inherent back and forth email ping pong (however, if I wanted to travel into the City guys were ready to connect immediately: almost two hours travel time round trip for a likely 60 minutes of sex isn't the best use of a day off -- all things considered, much as I love to fuck.
The Mexican guy to the north contacted me several times; however, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Frankly, I did the math and figured that rubbing one out to good porn was more satisfying. His insistent messages varied between pleading ("please! I only need 30 mintues!") and hectoring. I was quickly reminded why I stopped communicating with him two years ago. He does seem to get it that it may never happen again. I suspect this isn't his first (or second) such experience. It can't be possible that he realizes how obnoxious he is, but I have tried to be gracious. It would be like pulling the wings off a fly to point out that his personality is why I am not coming back to fuck him.
The Arab was away on vacation; I try to keep it cool with him and to not be at all clingy, though the sex with him is great. After finally breeding him I was uncertain whether he'd keep in touch; he seemed to struggle processing having passed that boundary. However, I logged in one night two weeks ago and, very horny, he wrote saying he wished I was with him and that he couldn't wait for me to fuck him again as soon as he got home. Later in the week he wrote again and said we needed to connect asap as he needed my cock. So, I mellowed out about finding something new knowing I'd have a fulfilling experience when he got home.
I advised him I'd be free this afternoon, and he responded that we needed to fuck for a couple of hours. I was psyched about fucking him, but factoring my limited free time I didn't know if I wanted to make an afternoon of it.
Last night and this morning he kept up a steady stream of messages --highly unusual for him./he's usually pretty cryptic. He let me know he was very anxious to feel me cum inside him again., which only heightened the excitement for me. I arrived at this house today and we followed the same ritual: his door was unlocked and, again, the TIM video "Breeding Ian Jay" was playing (how is it that I always arrive during the Dan Fisk scene, which I really want to watch?)
The Arab was very passionate and I really decided to take my time and to get into it. While making out he was grunting with pleasure and I was laughing inside thinking this guy was sounding like the hot bear he is. While I love to have my cock sucked I was really focused on sucking his-- once his precum started to flow while we were kissing. Today I actually spent more time today sucking than rimming him, though I made a concentrated effort to tongue fuck him for awhile. As I alternated lying on top of him he positioned my cock head so I could thrust against his hole: we came to a frenzied point where I needed to put it in.
After last time's experience I didn't want to use lube, though I noted some Boy Butter (not for the condom set) and vaseline on his night table. I HATE vaseline and would have refused to use it; there was no way I'd stick my tongue in his ass, or want him to suck my cock afterwards if we used that for lube. I spit alot of saliva on to his hole after getting it really wet by rimming him. He was hesitant and asked for lube, but I gradually penetrated him, pushed a couple of inches in, pulled back and forth a few times, and then pulled out and rimmed him some more and spit on his hole. I did this several times and he was soon pushing back to get the entire cock in him.
Today was interesting as well as hot: he did most of the fucking/pushing his ass back to impale it on my cock and to squeeze it with his guts. He kept moaning that he wanted me to explode inside him. The fucking kept up for a long time but, knowing I didn't need to hold back, I focused on enjoying the rest of it: sucking the back of his neck, licking the inside of his ear, massaging and pinching his nipples. It was hot. When I felt it cumming I made an effort to let him know: he got really animated, pushing back on my cock and squeezing it all the time I was cumming and for a long time afterwards by clenching his ass. Finally I rolled on to my side and he started to vigorously stroke off.
I knew when he started stroking it was going to be over; that was okay with me as I figured I'd be less frenzied the rest of the afternoon. We laid back enjoying the mutual afterglow and then he got up and went to the bathroom. I was a little grossed out as he didn't close the door and I could hear him shitting out (well expelling) my load into the toilet. I usually don't shoot big loads but he insisted it was major, and said how nice it was feeling the warmth spurt into him.
Not liking to overstate my welcome I sensed it was time to book; I asked if I could shower ("of course") and after some safe, mundane chit chat while I dressed and headed to the door I left. When I came home I had a message from him noting how nice it had been (we started out with him being pretty laconic.) I agreed and responded that next time I need to plant two loads in him. I checked my watch as I drove away and noted, that in total, it was under 60 minutes. Guess it scratched the itch but can't say that it was nourishing.
The Mexican guy to the north contacted me several times; however, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Frankly, I did the math and figured that rubbing one out to good porn was more satisfying. His insistent messages varied between pleading ("please! I only need 30 mintues!") and hectoring. I was quickly reminded why I stopped communicating with him two years ago. He does seem to get it that it may never happen again. I suspect this isn't his first (or second) such experience. It can't be possible that he realizes how obnoxious he is, but I have tried to be gracious. It would be like pulling the wings off a fly to point out that his personality is why I am not coming back to fuck him.
The Arab was away on vacation; I try to keep it cool with him and to not be at all clingy, though the sex with him is great. After finally breeding him I was uncertain whether he'd keep in touch; he seemed to struggle processing having passed that boundary. However, I logged in one night two weeks ago and, very horny, he wrote saying he wished I was with him and that he couldn't wait for me to fuck him again as soon as he got home. Later in the week he wrote again and said we needed to connect asap as he needed my cock. So, I mellowed out about finding something new knowing I'd have a fulfilling experience when he got home.
I advised him I'd be free this afternoon, and he responded that we needed to fuck for a couple of hours. I was psyched about fucking him, but factoring my limited free time I didn't know if I wanted to make an afternoon of it.
Last night and this morning he kept up a steady stream of messages --highly unusual for him./he's usually pretty cryptic. He let me know he was very anxious to feel me cum inside him again., which only heightened the excitement for me. I arrived at this house today and we followed the same ritual: his door was unlocked and, again, the TIM video "Breeding Ian Jay" was playing (how is it that I always arrive during the Dan Fisk scene, which I really want to watch?)
The Arab was very passionate and I really decided to take my time and to get into it. While making out he was grunting with pleasure and I was laughing inside thinking this guy was sounding like the hot bear he is. While I love to have my cock sucked I was really focused on sucking his-- once his precum started to flow while we were kissing. Today I actually spent more time today sucking than rimming him, though I made a concentrated effort to tongue fuck him for awhile. As I alternated lying on top of him he positioned my cock head so I could thrust against his hole: we came to a frenzied point where I needed to put it in.
After last time's experience I didn't want to use lube, though I noted some Boy Butter (not for the condom set) and vaseline on his night table. I HATE vaseline and would have refused to use it; there was no way I'd stick my tongue in his ass, or want him to suck my cock afterwards if we used that for lube. I spit alot of saliva on to his hole after getting it really wet by rimming him. He was hesitant and asked for lube, but I gradually penetrated him, pushed a couple of inches in, pulled back and forth a few times, and then pulled out and rimmed him some more and spit on his hole. I did this several times and he was soon pushing back to get the entire cock in him.
Today was interesting as well as hot: he did most of the fucking/pushing his ass back to impale it on my cock and to squeeze it with his guts. He kept moaning that he wanted me to explode inside him. The fucking kept up for a long time but, knowing I didn't need to hold back, I focused on enjoying the rest of it: sucking the back of his neck, licking the inside of his ear, massaging and pinching his nipples. It was hot. When I felt it cumming I made an effort to let him know: he got really animated, pushing back on my cock and squeezing it all the time I was cumming and for a long time afterwards by clenching his ass. Finally I rolled on to my side and he started to vigorously stroke off.
I knew when he started stroking it was going to be over; that was okay with me as I figured I'd be less frenzied the rest of the afternoon. We laid back enjoying the mutual afterglow and then he got up and went to the bathroom. I was a little grossed out as he didn't close the door and I could hear him shitting out (well expelling) my load into the toilet. I usually don't shoot big loads but he insisted it was major, and said how nice it was feeling the warmth spurt into him.
Not liking to overstate my welcome I sensed it was time to book; I asked if I could shower ("of course") and after some safe, mundane chit chat while I dressed and headed to the door I left. When I came home I had a message from him noting how nice it had been (we started out with him being pretty laconic.) I agreed and responded that next time I need to plant two loads in him. I checked my watch as I drove away and noted, that in total, it was under 60 minutes. Guess it scratched the itch but can't say that it was nourishing.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Cum in Me!
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!
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!
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.
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