Well, today I connected with a4a with an ongoing fb I haven't seen in six months and broke my run of short guys. This fellow is 6' 3" and 185 lb. Taut, lean, toned, muscular calves and thighs, clean shaven. He's 50 and looks like James Taylor's twin (he was less than thrilled when I shared that once; I didn't think it was an unfavorable comparison...)
He lists himself as a top/I've only known him as a bottom. He's partnered and I think I allow him to experience his bottom side. He has a decent sized cock, though at 6" it looks puny on a guy his height. It's also on the narrow side, but most guys would be quite proud of it and I am sure that bottoms thoroughly enjoy it. However, he wants a big cock when he strays from the reservation (he's partnered with another guy) and I guess mine scratches that itch for him.
We've connected several times the past two years during my business trips. The sex is good, but having my cock in him is secondary (and surprisingly bare/we have never discussed condoms, though he lists safe sex only in his profile, but then so do most guys). He's incredibly passionate, and when we get together the first 15 to 20 minutes is just making out and hugging. His is a body you like to explore: nice fan of chest hair across the top of his chest, baby down hair on his back, and wiry hair on his thighs and calves/dense hair in his pits. Nice nipples, but they aren't wired. Anyway, entwining your limbs with this hunk and making out with him, feeling his hard cock grinding against you while you grind against him is banquet enough. And, he's focused on working his tongue into my mouth when he isn't sucking mine into his. But then, he's a great bottom as well.
He arrived grinning like a young boy and jumped in the shower; he looked shy when he came out and jumped under the covers.
Today I took it slow; it might have been better sex if I'd run the show, but I wanted to see where he took it. After I ate his ass for a long time I pulled him on top of me and he sat up and positioned my cock against his hole and lowered himself. He isn't vocal; you get a sense of his pleasure or initial discomfort from changes in his breathing. He dismounted, grabbed the lube, and slicked up my cock and his ass and slid down part way. He ended up repeating this operation several times till he bottomed out and I was deep inside him. He kept still for a long time growing accustomed to it, and then focused on using his muscles to grasp my cock while he slightly moved. Eventually I got him to pull up a bit so that I could thrust up and pull down. However, most of our time was spent with him straddling me and bending down to kiss me. This isn't my favorite position, but I was getting off on seeing him pleasure himself with my cock.
Eventually I wanted to change positions and got him on his stomach and on his sides. We were really enjoying it when he wanted to get on his back. I reentered him and it felt great; after I started to call the shots my cock was loving it and I was continually close to shooting. However, he wanted to get some more lube and then we discovered that I'd finally stirred him up and we both needed to jump up and clean (read: buzz kill.) We returned to the bed and I eventually got hard again and he wanted to sit on it. He wanted to move around more, but I had a feeling it was going to continually come out dirty, so I encouraged him to get off (note: committed guys who usually top do not clean out well at home, perhaps because they don't know how or because they don't want to arouse the suspicion of the partner who is typically the bottom.) Anyway, I encouraged him to jerk off while fucking himself with my cock: he produced an amazing load (and when he eased off, as I imagined, it required my running into the bathroom to clean off my cock again.)
He was anxious to see me cum, but it took forever after the various cleaning episodes (getting dirty kind of leaves me indifferent to cumming...the moment passes.) However, he stroked my balls and passionately made out with me coaxing my load to emerge. It both provided closure and pleasure for him. He immediately zonked out and for about 15 minutes his head rested on my chest while he enjoyed a cat nap. It was amazing how heavy his head was, but it was sweet and mostly comfortable (he was holding my balls while sleeping) and I didn't wake him up. Eventually he suddenly awoke and was initially awkward about it: well it was no problem for me.
Soon he was in in the shower, and then changed into his gym gear: his alibi was set as he was heading to the gym, would reshower there, and his routine would remain unbroken. Works for me.
Hopefully I'll see him again. I chose to connect with him and blew off last night's flake. Better a bird in hand...
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
"The" Test
So, today I went in for my six month std/hiv panel. I am pretty regular about this, but I always feel a rushing of my pulse and other symptoms of severe anxiety when I go for the tests.
Since I don't want my doctor in my business (much less the judgmental attitude) I go to a public clinic. Frankly I have more confidence in the std clinic as they are dealing with every conceivable itieration of infection, and they are more tolerant/open minded.
While I am tame used to the typical clientele (and, some are quite exotic, almost like gazelles or peacocks: one with pierced cheeks, as well as lips, with Bozo the clown red hair and orange sneakers, was doing his utmost to be noticed, while feigning being put out that anyone would be checking him out. Another broad shouldered skinny dude, with gold high tops, had his jeans so low that they not only were showing off the happy trail but the pubes proper/underneath his massive Rolling Stones tongue belt buckle.) Most others give ferret like glances to each other, as we all hope we won't see anyone who we know outside this situation. It's outing yourself in so many ways. The staff enjoy dealing with me but are clearly puzzled by this showered, carefully groomed guy in a jacket and tie, who brings a book to read, and who responds with multisyllabic words and polite conversaton, liberally sprinkled with please and thank you responses at the customary times as in civil conversation.
However, despite my being seemingly milk toast here, I tone it down when I fill out the on-line survey. I remembered a recent blog entry by Rawtop where he indicated some verbal ping pong with a clinician about his having had ~30 recent new partners. Wanting to avoid such superfluous discussion I indicated I'd had three partners in the last six months. Still, indicating that I "sometimes wear condoms" caused the computer program to freak out and I got a multitude of messages advising me I needed to be tested every three months and asking if I wanted regular mail, email, or text messages (none thank you...) I was bracing myself for some new, Taliban like cross examination. However, it was pretty mellow.
The clinicians I dealt with today were mellow and cool; they were also both guys. I prefer dealing with guys (the second one was actually pretty hot, and I was sneaking glances at his junk: I know, sick, as I was there being tested.) No lectures, no mock horror, no unsolicited or unwanted advice. (The women tend to lay on the "you know we worry about men not wearing condoms and really encourage you to do so." "Do you have someone to talk with if the results aren't favorable? How do you expect to respond if you get a positive result? Do you inquire about your partners' status? Do you advise them of yours?) Actually the two guys today both noted that I only top and were relaxed about the likelihood of bad news despite my condomless frolics (had I been truly upfront, however, the tone probably would have changed). Frankly I think they were relieved to deal with someone so (seemingly) tame.
Lately I have been peeing a tremendous amount (possibly due to drinking copious amounts of water, and not drinking any alcohol the last six weeks) but after reading a sobering article in the New Yorker on the new strain of resistent gonorrea I decided I didn't want to get the results a week from now when I am back home and then to find another clinic to get some antibiotics. So, I told another white lie and said a partner had tested positive for chlamydia. The physician's assistant offered to check my cock out when I said I hadn't had any discharges, but advised me he was going to treat me anyway, so I decided to pass (no thrill in having a married physician's assistant check out my cock with elastic gloved hands.) I found four azithromycin pills in my hand and was handed a cup of water. It's been a year since I was on antibiotics, so I figured if there was nothing to worry about it might kill some more benign, but possibly vexing, unwelcome foreign travelers in my system.
Since I like immediate gratification to assuage any uncertainty I asked for a rapid test. Different worker (different title, different payroll) administered that. They tell you that it requires 20 minutes. However, after swishing my blood and 10 minutes of small talk he pointed out the meter and said "see that? It says negative/its going to stay that way. If it was positive it would have indicated that after three to five minutes. No point in keeping you here." However, wrapping up the paperwork, and collecting my stuff, it was another five minutes. He gave it a cursory second glance and said "we're done, you're free to go."
An interesting afternoon: I went to check out and the cashier said today it was just voluntary: normally it's at least $100. So, I gave him $40/it would have been unconscionable to give any less.
Actually I am pretty relieved; I have had some nagging uncertainty floating in my head from the guy I fucked in one of the Frightening Friday blog entries; his squirrelness had me mistrusting anything he said and he was too eager to get fucked bare and bred. And, you never know whether those who say they are neg actually are, or when the hell they last got tested (well, I ask, but while folks tend to be honest 85% of the time there are some who lie or conveniently represent things...after all, a hard dick has no conscience.)
Of course, now I am as horny as hell and want some ass. Thought I had something lined up, but he flaked (he's too tired, has to get up early tomorrow. Boo hoo! Then why the fuck did you lean on me to keep tonight open for you dickhead?) However, I, too need to hit the sack soon, and Monday nights do then to be when horny boys keep their asses home. Damn the luck/but entirely understandable. Frankly, no one could lure me out on a Monday night unless I was on vacation. I am only interested because I am in a hotel. (Btw, in all honesty I am probably going to give tonight's appointment another shot tomorrow, not that I am going to hold out for him exclusively.)
Since I don't want my doctor in my business (much less the judgmental attitude) I go to a public clinic. Frankly I have more confidence in the std clinic as they are dealing with every conceivable itieration of infection, and they are more tolerant/open minded.
While I am tame used to the typical clientele (and, some are quite exotic, almost like gazelles or peacocks: one with pierced cheeks, as well as lips, with Bozo the clown red hair and orange sneakers, was doing his utmost to be noticed, while feigning being put out that anyone would be checking him out. Another broad shouldered skinny dude, with gold high tops, had his jeans so low that they not only were showing off the happy trail but the pubes proper/underneath his massive Rolling Stones tongue belt buckle.) Most others give ferret like glances to each other, as we all hope we won't see anyone who we know outside this situation. It's outing yourself in so many ways. The staff enjoy dealing with me but are clearly puzzled by this showered, carefully groomed guy in a jacket and tie, who brings a book to read, and who responds with multisyllabic words and polite conversaton, liberally sprinkled with please and thank you responses at the customary times as in civil conversation.
However, despite my being seemingly milk toast here, I tone it down when I fill out the on-line survey. I remembered a recent blog entry by Rawtop where he indicated some verbal ping pong with a clinician about his having had ~30 recent new partners. Wanting to avoid such superfluous discussion I indicated I'd had three partners in the last six months. Still, indicating that I "sometimes wear condoms" caused the computer program to freak out and I got a multitude of messages advising me I needed to be tested every three months and asking if I wanted regular mail, email, or text messages (none thank you...) I was bracing myself for some new, Taliban like cross examination. However, it was pretty mellow.
The clinicians I dealt with today were mellow and cool; they were also both guys. I prefer dealing with guys (the second one was actually pretty hot, and I was sneaking glances at his junk: I know, sick, as I was there being tested.) No lectures, no mock horror, no unsolicited or unwanted advice. (The women tend to lay on the "you know we worry about men not wearing condoms and really encourage you to do so." "Do you have someone to talk with if the results aren't favorable? How do you expect to respond if you get a positive result? Do you inquire about your partners' status? Do you advise them of yours?) Actually the two guys today both noted that I only top and were relaxed about the likelihood of bad news despite my condomless frolics (had I been truly upfront, however, the tone probably would have changed). Frankly I think they were relieved to deal with someone so (seemingly) tame.
Lately I have been peeing a tremendous amount (possibly due to drinking copious amounts of water, and not drinking any alcohol the last six weeks) but after reading a sobering article in the New Yorker on the new strain of resistent gonorrea I decided I didn't want to get the results a week from now when I am back home and then to find another clinic to get some antibiotics. So, I told another white lie and said a partner had tested positive for chlamydia. The physician's assistant offered to check my cock out when I said I hadn't had any discharges, but advised me he was going to treat me anyway, so I decided to pass (no thrill in having a married physician's assistant check out my cock with elastic gloved hands.) I found four azithromycin pills in my hand and was handed a cup of water. It's been a year since I was on antibiotics, so I figured if there was nothing to worry about it might kill some more benign, but possibly vexing, unwelcome foreign travelers in my system.
Since I like immediate gratification to assuage any uncertainty I asked for a rapid test. Different worker (different title, different payroll) administered that. They tell you that it requires 20 minutes. However, after swishing my blood and 10 minutes of small talk he pointed out the meter and said "see that? It says negative/its going to stay that way. If it was positive it would have indicated that after three to five minutes. No point in keeping you here." However, wrapping up the paperwork, and collecting my stuff, it was another five minutes. He gave it a cursory second glance and said "we're done, you're free to go."
An interesting afternoon: I went to check out and the cashier said today it was just voluntary: normally it's at least $100. So, I gave him $40/it would have been unconscionable to give any less.
Actually I am pretty relieved; I have had some nagging uncertainty floating in my head from the guy I fucked in one of the Frightening Friday blog entries; his squirrelness had me mistrusting anything he said and he was too eager to get fucked bare and bred. And, you never know whether those who say they are neg actually are, or when the hell they last got tested (well, I ask, but while folks tend to be honest 85% of the time there are some who lie or conveniently represent things...after all, a hard dick has no conscience.)
Of course, now I am as horny as hell and want some ass. Thought I had something lined up, but he flaked (he's too tired, has to get up early tomorrow. Boo hoo! Then why the fuck did you lean on me to keep tonight open for you dickhead?) However, I, too need to hit the sack soon, and Monday nights do then to be when horny boys keep their asses home. Damn the luck/but entirely understandable. Frankly, no one could lure me out on a Monday night unless I was on vacation. I am only interested because I am in a hotel. (Btw, in all honesty I am probably going to give tonight's appointment another shot tomorrow, not that I am going to hold out for him exclusively.)
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Stay Inside Me
Traveling again and back in my old stomping grounds I looked up my Indian friend. As luck would have it I was able to reach him today shortly after I got settled in my hotel. It's a Sunday, so we both had some flexibility in our schedules.
He arrived early and was his usual not especially communicative initial self --ran to the bathroom, came out, and started to peel off some clothes in an awkward fashion. However, he pulled me to him and we started to kiss and grabbed my cock: I was instantly hard and felt his straining against his shorts. As we made out I worked my hand inside the back of his shorts and worked my finger down his crack. He soon pulled them off and then dashed across the room and pulled the covers back and dove into bed, pulling the sheets and blankets over him. I knew what he wanted to do.
I seem to be having a string of short guys, which is just fine as far as I'm concerned (frankly I like them best for a multitude of reasons/provided they enjoy my cock tickling their tonsils as I push deep inside their asses.) This fellow is 5' 7"; probably has a 26" waist. Nice broad shoulders/tapered waist, and large mahogany nipples. His ass is about as cute as they come; two melons halves that are deep carmel; he's varying shades of carmel: some deeper/some lighter, all over, with a signficant, uncut, black cock.
Well I knew what he wanted because this guy is a cuddler and he is also passionate in a low key/slow to start way. Once he gets going, however, he can't get close enough to me.
It was clear tonight he wanted to be held --held for a long time. And that meant wrapping my arms around him and spooning stomach to his back, with my cock wedged between his thighs. I knew to take it slow: we had plenty of time and I caught his vibe. He wanted it mellow. I gave him all the time he needed and sucked on the back of his neck, rubbed my beard on his face and under his chin, and sucked on his back. After about 20 minutes he popped up, pulled the sheets back, and started to suck my cock. I pushed him on his stomach and ate his ass for awhile, then pushed him over to suck his cock. He'd been oozing copious amounts of precum and the bottom sheet was damp underneath him (no exaggeration) and I worked my finger under his hood as we made out and desperately wanted to lick it from the tap. However, I was cool, not wanting to break the spell; I knew I needed to take it s l o w. We cuddled for awhile longer, but he rolled on his stomach and said he wanted me deep inside him.
I decided I wanted to just use spit, and rimming him had gotten him really wet. I spit in my hand and applied more spit, and then gradually eased in. He was super tight, and it took a while, but he yielded and I got all the way in. He was loving it but there was alot of friction and I knew I could blow any minute. He pushed back and as I pulled slightly backwards he said "stay inside me". I didn't initially follow him, and he kept repeating it as I would start to fuck, then I found as I pulled back he vigorously shoved back against my cock. I got the message and buried myself deep in him, wrapped my arms around him, positioned so our feet were touching, and licked his ears and the back of his neck. This went on for a long time; I'd rub his chest and work his nipples and he'd sigh and say "I love having you deep in me...stay inside me. I'd like to keep you inside me all night."
Being patient paid off: he soon was encouraging me to fuck him and he loosened up and it felt moist enough. I can fuck for a long time, and once the initial couple of minutes sensation that I could spurt any second, the moment passes and then it takes forever for me to cum. This was such a night, and it was great but I sawed in and out of him for a long long time. Finally I felt it cum and he shoved back as hard as he could and clamped down on me and squeezed my cock with all his power. It felt great and I think he did get a decent load. Again, he said "stay inside me" and I laid with him and sucked his neck and grew more flaccid, but never quite left his ass. Eventually I got him on his side and playing with his cock and moving about I did pop out. He wanted it back in and pressing against his back as we made out I grew hard again.
He asked me if I had lube, and we started again. He told me he wanted me to cum in him again, but it was a classic case of eyes bigger than his ass. I got inside him and started a rhythm, but he realized he was sore: I pulled out, and three additional times he tried to take it (the boy wanted that load) but when he kept asking me "are you close?" I eased out saying "I won't cum fast and you'll just get sore".
I encouraged him to stroke off and it was quite the wet scene, though he said he'd cum this morning (full disclosure: I'd rubbed one out at 7 a.m. also.)
He's classic: once he cums and decompresses for a few minutes, he wants to get rolling. The passion is forgotten and the pragmatic kicks in/it's like a light switch. However, the whole time we were fucking he kept telling me how he wished I lived here, how he wishes he could see me more, how he wishes I was his (aw shucks.) But, on a more immediate note he asked "are you here till Friday?" and was thrilled when I said that was actually staying a bit longer. It will happen again this week, of that I am certain.
He arrived early and was his usual not especially communicative initial self --ran to the bathroom, came out, and started to peel off some clothes in an awkward fashion. However, he pulled me to him and we started to kiss and grabbed my cock: I was instantly hard and felt his straining against his shorts. As we made out I worked my hand inside the back of his shorts and worked my finger down his crack. He soon pulled them off and then dashed across the room and pulled the covers back and dove into bed, pulling the sheets and blankets over him. I knew what he wanted to do.
I seem to be having a string of short guys, which is just fine as far as I'm concerned (frankly I like them best for a multitude of reasons/provided they enjoy my cock tickling their tonsils as I push deep inside their asses.) This fellow is 5' 7"; probably has a 26" waist. Nice broad shoulders/tapered waist, and large mahogany nipples. His ass is about as cute as they come; two melons halves that are deep carmel; he's varying shades of carmel: some deeper/some lighter, all over, with a signficant, uncut, black cock.
Well I knew what he wanted because this guy is a cuddler and he is also passionate in a low key/slow to start way. Once he gets going, however, he can't get close enough to me.
It was clear tonight he wanted to be held --held for a long time. And that meant wrapping my arms around him and spooning stomach to his back, with my cock wedged between his thighs. I knew to take it slow: we had plenty of time and I caught his vibe. He wanted it mellow. I gave him all the time he needed and sucked on the back of his neck, rubbed my beard on his face and under his chin, and sucked on his back. After about 20 minutes he popped up, pulled the sheets back, and started to suck my cock. I pushed him on his stomach and ate his ass for awhile, then pushed him over to suck his cock. He'd been oozing copious amounts of precum and the bottom sheet was damp underneath him (no exaggeration) and I worked my finger under his hood as we made out and desperately wanted to lick it from the tap. However, I was cool, not wanting to break the spell; I knew I needed to take it s l o w. We cuddled for awhile longer, but he rolled on his stomach and said he wanted me deep inside him.
I decided I wanted to just use spit, and rimming him had gotten him really wet. I spit in my hand and applied more spit, and then gradually eased in. He was super tight, and it took a while, but he yielded and I got all the way in. He was loving it but there was alot of friction and I knew I could blow any minute. He pushed back and as I pulled slightly backwards he said "stay inside me". I didn't initially follow him, and he kept repeating it as I would start to fuck, then I found as I pulled back he vigorously shoved back against my cock. I got the message and buried myself deep in him, wrapped my arms around him, positioned so our feet were touching, and licked his ears and the back of his neck. This went on for a long time; I'd rub his chest and work his nipples and he'd sigh and say "I love having you deep in me...stay inside me. I'd like to keep you inside me all night."
Being patient paid off: he soon was encouraging me to fuck him and he loosened up and it felt moist enough. I can fuck for a long time, and once the initial couple of minutes sensation that I could spurt any second, the moment passes and then it takes forever for me to cum. This was such a night, and it was great but I sawed in and out of him for a long long time. Finally I felt it cum and he shoved back as hard as he could and clamped down on me and squeezed my cock with all his power. It felt great and I think he did get a decent load. Again, he said "stay inside me" and I laid with him and sucked his neck and grew more flaccid, but never quite left his ass. Eventually I got him on his side and playing with his cock and moving about I did pop out. He wanted it back in and pressing against his back as we made out I grew hard again.
He asked me if I had lube, and we started again. He told me he wanted me to cum in him again, but it was a classic case of eyes bigger than his ass. I got inside him and started a rhythm, but he realized he was sore: I pulled out, and three additional times he tried to take it (the boy wanted that load) but when he kept asking me "are you close?" I eased out saying "I won't cum fast and you'll just get sore".
I encouraged him to stroke off and it was quite the wet scene, though he said he'd cum this morning (full disclosure: I'd rubbed one out at 7 a.m. also.)
He's classic: once he cums and decompresses for a few minutes, he wants to get rolling. The passion is forgotten and the pragmatic kicks in/it's like a light switch. However, the whole time we were fucking he kept telling me how he wished I lived here, how he wishes he could see me more, how he wishes I was his (aw shucks.) But, on a more immediate note he asked "are you here till Friday?" and was thrilled when I said that was actually staying a bit longer. It will happen again this week, of that I am certain.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Boy Butt Loves His Daddy
Okay, I am coming to terms with what I just wrote for the title. I normally don't role play, and the actual thought of incest makes me weak. However, Boy Butt (from June) and I reconnected last night, and I got into the role play --at least to keep him cranked, even if my heart wasn't into the fantasy --because I am really into him.
We have been in contact since we originally connected during a business trip I had to Orange County back in June. Since then he's regularly contacted me on a4a and asked when I was returning to So Cal. Well, I knew I'd have business in LA but didn't want to suggest he drive all the way up. I didn't need to ask; he made it clear that he'd make the trip if I was that close.
He's been pretty anxious, and I was due to arrive last night. Not sure of my flight reservation I updated him on two nights ago and indicated that last night's flight would arrive on Tuesday at 6:30; I simply specified I was getting in at 6:30 (having written the night before I was arriving Tuesday.) He jumped into the car and drove an hour north, and then sent me a series of frantic messages on a4a, texts, and phone calls. I wasn't in a position to take the calls and was horrified when I logged on to a4a to realize he'd driven up here. We'd had a fuck up when we were originally supposed to connect, and I was sure that this experience would snuff the relationship; it didn't. He was pissed/frustrated with himself, but did drive up last night and we arrived simultaneously at the hotel; I needed to have him hang in his car while I checked in.
He arrived in my room, and has this cool dude/macho veneer. He was in shorts, sandals, and a tee shirt. However, once the door closed he wanted to kiss and groaned when we began and thrust his crotch against mine: I instantly got hard, making him steadily groan. I was still in a jacket and tie, which he started to yank at to get off. I was grasping his firm bubble butt and worked my hands into his shorts and worked my finger down the crack. We were both on fire and I was worried because we both wanted to get to fucking but I wanted it to last. I needn't have worried.
He is disarmingly short when standing; about 5' 6"; he doesn't suggest his height at all when he's in bed. Again, I was astonished by his cock: it's not as long as mine, but it's as thick and relative to his height it's huge. It's one of those cocks you enjoy holding: large, spongy, good heft. It's a pleasure playing with his low hanging balls/one hanging lower than the other. Once we were naked I was runing my hands up and down his back and massaging his shoulders. While his chest is narrow a and smooth, he has wiry hair on his muscular thighs and calves and balls, and dense thick hair in pits and pubes that I enjoy exploring. We both were anxious to get into bed and were soon rolling around on it.
Well, repeat sessions typically pale in comparison with the first time. But, this was intense. It's incredible being with some one as responsive; you know when you are hitting the good spots for him, but just touching him gets him moaning. His volume was serious, but I decided the hell with it: it was 8 p.m., we were in a hotel, and we weren't rocking the bed or pounding on the walls.
It took alot of restraint for me to not just push into him: he positioned himself so that my cock head was resting against his hole and he made it clear he was anxious to have me push in; actually I did a little and it was hard to pull back and keep him from being disappointed. But I'd decided this was going to be an evening and I really wanted to enjoy it. I flipped him onto his back and gave his ass quality attention with my tongue till he was soaking. Still I didn't want to go in; I rolled him over and gave him a serious blowjob. He kept pulling me up to kiss and worked his way down to suck me. This guy is good: he had no trouble throating me; soon my pubes were soaked and his spit was running down my balls. I kept putting the breaks on; rolling him over, rimming him some more, rolling him back, eating his cock, with making out in between. We both in a frenzy state. Finally I got him on his hands and knees with him sucking me while I tongue fucked him. He was soon straddling me and sliding down on my cock. He decided he wanted to keep it to spit, which feels great but also allows alot more skin to skin friction. However, he insisted I must be producing alot of precum. He remained totally clean the entire time we fucked and wasn't bleeding, so it was either spit or precum.
He has seriously amazing control of his guts: he really squeezed and milked my cock the entire time we fucked. It felt amazing, but since we last connected in June, and we won't see each other again till I am back in January, I held off cumming. He started to say "I love you Dad"; "am I your favorite?' "I want Daddy's seed". He periodically moaned this when not telling me my cock was the perfect size and how much he loves it. I loosened up and called him my boy and said that daddy loves his boy. He responded that daddy needed to make his boy's ass his again.
Overall he's a small guy: his waist can't be more than 28", if that, and based on his height I knew my cock was seriously deep inside him. He kept bending down to kiss me and I laid back and let him fuck himself with my cock for a long time. But I wanted him on his stomach so I could control the action. We tried every position, but I found he liked it best when I kept to shorter jabs, pulling out till just three inches was inside him, massaging his prostate with the head of my cock. He didn't get too loose, and it continued to feel great. While it might sound like bullshit, we kept at it for nearly two hours before I allowed myself to cum. He asked if we could get him on his back, but I wanted to strive to give him two loads and know that the likelihood of a second load requires my waiting to get him on his back for there to be enough friction. When I did cum the first time his eyes widened as he could feel it: he could feel my cock spasm and throb and it continued for awhile and he insisted it was giving him alot of cum. While I wanted to believe this, I doubted until later when there was ample evidence. He said "you made my ass yours daddy!"
We rolled onto our sides and with my cock still in him he furiously stroked and clamped down hard on me as he came. It was sweet and we spooned and decompressed. I checked out the clock and it was closing on 10 p.m. This time we learned a little bit more about each other: he's got considerable education, and is really sweet and gives up the macho/cool shit when he gets to know you (well, I guess you kind of get to know a guy in a certain way alot when you have your cock up his ass.)
For another half hour we enjoyed some pillow talk, but he periodically stroked my body and I his, and we started to kiss and I instantly got hard. I started to eat his ass, which was clean and despite cumming in him didn't smell or taste like cum (note: I was deep in him.) We were soon rolling around, and I had him on his stomach and we rotated between sucking, and fucking, and making out. However, we got to the point that he was on his back.
Bottoms usually respond amazingly when you have them on their backs; he was no exception. His eyes widened and we locked eyes and worked together. I started to smell cum, and he remarked about it as well. Drilling him on his back got the cum moving and with each backstroke I was pulling it with me. It smelled great and it really turned us both on. Still I questioned a second load cumming but then we started to make out and I could feel it rising. He was blown away when he felt it spurt into him. I pulled back a little to let him stroke his own cock, but it took him some time to get his nut.
At that point it was well past 11:30 and he had an hour drive home. He pulled himself together and dressed and we kept hugging and kissing; it was hard to let go, we both wanted it to last longer.
Today my cock is a bit tender, but each throb feels great. On Saturday I got an incredible piece of ass, but it was mechanical. With my boy here, there is passion as well as intense sex, and certainty we are going to connect whenever possible. Damn! Here I am now wishing the months away till I return.
We have been in contact since we originally connected during a business trip I had to Orange County back in June. Since then he's regularly contacted me on a4a and asked when I was returning to So Cal. Well, I knew I'd have business in LA but didn't want to suggest he drive all the way up. I didn't need to ask; he made it clear that he'd make the trip if I was that close.
He's been pretty anxious, and I was due to arrive last night. Not sure of my flight reservation I updated him on two nights ago and indicated that last night's flight would arrive on Tuesday at 6:30; I simply specified I was getting in at 6:30 (having written the night before I was arriving Tuesday.) He jumped into the car and drove an hour north, and then sent me a series of frantic messages on a4a, texts, and phone calls. I wasn't in a position to take the calls and was horrified when I logged on to a4a to realize he'd driven up here. We'd had a fuck up when we were originally supposed to connect, and I was sure that this experience would snuff the relationship; it didn't. He was pissed/frustrated with himself, but did drive up last night and we arrived simultaneously at the hotel; I needed to have him hang in his car while I checked in.
He arrived in my room, and has this cool dude/macho veneer. He was in shorts, sandals, and a tee shirt. However, once the door closed he wanted to kiss and groaned when we began and thrust his crotch against mine: I instantly got hard, making him steadily groan. I was still in a jacket and tie, which he started to yank at to get off. I was grasping his firm bubble butt and worked my hands into his shorts and worked my finger down the crack. We were both on fire and I was worried because we both wanted to get to fucking but I wanted it to last. I needn't have worried.
He is disarmingly short when standing; about 5' 6"; he doesn't suggest his height at all when he's in bed. Again, I was astonished by his cock: it's not as long as mine, but it's as thick and relative to his height it's huge. It's one of those cocks you enjoy holding: large, spongy, good heft. It's a pleasure playing with his low hanging balls/one hanging lower than the other. Once we were naked I was runing my hands up and down his back and massaging his shoulders. While his chest is narrow a and smooth, he has wiry hair on his muscular thighs and calves and balls, and dense thick hair in pits and pubes that I enjoy exploring. We both were anxious to get into bed and were soon rolling around on it.
Well, repeat sessions typically pale in comparison with the first time. But, this was intense. It's incredible being with some one as responsive; you know when you are hitting the good spots for him, but just touching him gets him moaning. His volume was serious, but I decided the hell with it: it was 8 p.m., we were in a hotel, and we weren't rocking the bed or pounding on the walls.
It took alot of restraint for me to not just push into him: he positioned himself so that my cock head was resting against his hole and he made it clear he was anxious to have me push in; actually I did a little and it was hard to pull back and keep him from being disappointed. But I'd decided this was going to be an evening and I really wanted to enjoy it. I flipped him onto his back and gave his ass quality attention with my tongue till he was soaking. Still I didn't want to go in; I rolled him over and gave him a serious blowjob. He kept pulling me up to kiss and worked his way down to suck me. This guy is good: he had no trouble throating me; soon my pubes were soaked and his spit was running down my balls. I kept putting the breaks on; rolling him over, rimming him some more, rolling him back, eating his cock, with making out in between. We both in a frenzy state. Finally I got him on his hands and knees with him sucking me while I tongue fucked him. He was soon straddling me and sliding down on my cock. He decided he wanted to keep it to spit, which feels great but also allows alot more skin to skin friction. However, he insisted I must be producing alot of precum. He remained totally clean the entire time we fucked and wasn't bleeding, so it was either spit or precum.
He has seriously amazing control of his guts: he really squeezed and milked my cock the entire time we fucked. It felt amazing, but since we last connected in June, and we won't see each other again till I am back in January, I held off cumming. He started to say "I love you Dad"; "am I your favorite?' "I want Daddy's seed". He periodically moaned this when not telling me my cock was the perfect size and how much he loves it. I loosened up and called him my boy and said that daddy loves his boy. He responded that daddy needed to make his boy's ass his again.
Overall he's a small guy: his waist can't be more than 28", if that, and based on his height I knew my cock was seriously deep inside him. He kept bending down to kiss me and I laid back and let him fuck himself with my cock for a long time. But I wanted him on his stomach so I could control the action. We tried every position, but I found he liked it best when I kept to shorter jabs, pulling out till just three inches was inside him, massaging his prostate with the head of my cock. He didn't get too loose, and it continued to feel great. While it might sound like bullshit, we kept at it for nearly two hours before I allowed myself to cum. He asked if we could get him on his back, but I wanted to strive to give him two loads and know that the likelihood of a second load requires my waiting to get him on his back for there to be enough friction. When I did cum the first time his eyes widened as he could feel it: he could feel my cock spasm and throb and it continued for awhile and he insisted it was giving him alot of cum. While I wanted to believe this, I doubted until later when there was ample evidence. He said "you made my ass yours daddy!"
We rolled onto our sides and with my cock still in him he furiously stroked and clamped down hard on me as he came. It was sweet and we spooned and decompressed. I checked out the clock and it was closing on 10 p.m. This time we learned a little bit more about each other: he's got considerable education, and is really sweet and gives up the macho/cool shit when he gets to know you (well, I guess you kind of get to know a guy in a certain way alot when you have your cock up his ass.)
For another half hour we enjoyed some pillow talk, but he periodically stroked my body and I his, and we started to kiss and I instantly got hard. I started to eat his ass, which was clean and despite cumming in him didn't smell or taste like cum (note: I was deep in him.) We were soon rolling around, and I had him on his stomach and we rotated between sucking, and fucking, and making out. However, we got to the point that he was on his back.
Bottoms usually respond amazingly when you have them on their backs; he was no exception. His eyes widened and we locked eyes and worked together. I started to smell cum, and he remarked about it as well. Drilling him on his back got the cum moving and with each backstroke I was pulling it with me. It smelled great and it really turned us both on. Still I questioned a second load cumming but then we started to make out and I could feel it rising. He was blown away when he felt it spurt into him. I pulled back a little to let him stroke his own cock, but it took him some time to get his nut.
At that point it was well past 11:30 and he had an hour drive home. He pulled himself together and dressed and we kept hugging and kissing; it was hard to let go, we both wanted it to last longer.
Today my cock is a bit tender, but each throb feels great. On Saturday I got an incredible piece of ass, but it was mechanical. With my boy here, there is passion as well as intense sex, and certainty we are going to connect whenever possible. Damn! Here I am now wishing the months away till I return.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
warm, tight, smooth
So early evening yesterday I got several messages from a young dude (well, 28) interested in sucking me off. He'd approached me when I got in last week and things hadn't worked out. He was persistent yesterday, and I made it clear I wanted more than a blow job. He responded that he liked to get fucked. So, after a combinaton of various forms of technological ping pong (messages on MH, texting, MH chat) I gave him my hotel room. He was here in less than ten minutes --for real.
When he arrived he looked young, and every bit a dude. He was all busines --peeled his clothes off instantly, and I got a couple of cursory kisses. Remembering he'd said he liked a take charge man I pulled him to me and gave him some real man kisses: I grabbed the back of his head, pulled him to me, and shoved my tongue in his mouth.
Naked, this guy was hot in a different sort of way. He was thin as hell, no muscle definition (no muscle) and thin arms, legs, and chest and zero body fat. A really cute ass, and dense hair under his arms and nice low hanging balls. Initially his cock seemed small but he got to a good size hard. He also has amazing body temperature, running a couple of degrees warmer than normal.
For all his wanting a take charge man this dude wanted to suck cock, and he was specific about how. He wanted me on the edge of the bed so he could get on his knees and service me. A couple of times he asked me to stand up, but I hate being sucked while standing (will do it as part of the initial stripping, kissing, and kneeling when you meet a guy, but I soon get him flat on the mattress.) He got on his knees and started to suck with intensity (if not the greatest skill; I could give him some real lessons. He doesn't realize that fast doesn't equate to satisfying for the top.) He produced an amazing amount of saliva and soon my balls as well as my cock and pubes were soaked.
He asked me how big I am and I shared my perceived length (7.5") but sucking it and then later after I'd fucked him he insisted it had to be at least 8. Whatever.
I got him up on the bed sucking me and told him to get on his hands and knees in front of me so I could eat his ass while he sucked my cock. He soon forgot about my cock and was kneeling with my tongue up his ass and sighing with pleasure. He was soon following my directions with "yes sir". I was soon rubbing my cock up and down his ass crack and he responded it felt great there and that he was "so wet there." That was all the code I needed: I put my head against his spincter and applied slow gradual pressure: it slid in a few inches and stopped about 3-4 inches in where I met resistence. I could tell he enjoyed it, yet it was too much for him: he was whimpering about its girth. I eased out, grabbed the lube, handed him his poppers lubed my cock and his hole and then slid right in.
His ass was incredibly hot; so was his body and it was great to wrap my arms around his thin tight frame with my cock buried deep inside him in contrast with the really cool air conditioning. He sighed about how great my cock felt in his ass: I told him it was his cock for the night and wanted to know if his ass was mine/he confirmed it was. I asked if I could make it mine and he said yes. So, I got into some long strokes and my characteristic short patient jabs to the spincter and he curled his head back to take my tongue in his mouth as I pushed my cock deep into his ass. He said he needed a break to suck my dick some more, and after I pulled out said "my ass tastes great on your cock". I think he's been watching alot of porn :-) But after some sucking he wanted to sit on it, so bracing the room's desk he squatted while I pushed deep inside of him again.
I decided it was time for some serious fucking; we got back on the bed and he straddled me, but I got him on his side and made him pull up his calf and thigh and pushed all the way up: he moaned terribly and I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain: I think it was both but I got to the point where I didn't care. It felt really great: my cock was loving it and I was really close to cumming for awhile. I asked him again if I could make it my ass and he said yes. However, each tiime I was about to spurt he moved alittle and broke the rhythm. Finally I held him tight and concentrated on my pleasure. Earlier in the day it had taken forever to feel it close with the Fireplug; this kid's ass fit perfectly and was smooth but tight enough I knew I'd shoot it whenever I wanted. He started to moan "cum in my ass, drive it deep into my guts, coat them!" And, so I did. It felt great.
He'd indicated he was cleaned out when I asked him before coming over, but he also said "well I haven't eaten anything since this morning." I suspected the possibility of skid marks, and while it wasn't gross I did need to periodically get up and wash my cock off and to wipe his ass (it was very very faint, but clearly he'd just showered deeply earlier in the day.) So after cumming I washed off again. He indicated he wanted to suck some more, but after a minute he decided he wanted it up his ass and turned around and straddled me while he furiously beat off and came in record time. And, in record time he was back in his jeans and heading out the door. In all likelihood we won't connect ever again,and it was essentially a maintenance visit for him/he just needed a tune up. Overall, it was pretty business like. But it was hot and worked for me as when I woke up this morning I was hard and thinking how fine his ass was wrapped around my cock. Woof!
When he arrived he looked young, and every bit a dude. He was all busines --peeled his clothes off instantly, and I got a couple of cursory kisses. Remembering he'd said he liked a take charge man I pulled him to me and gave him some real man kisses: I grabbed the back of his head, pulled him to me, and shoved my tongue in his mouth.
Naked, this guy was hot in a different sort of way. He was thin as hell, no muscle definition (no muscle) and thin arms, legs, and chest and zero body fat. A really cute ass, and dense hair under his arms and nice low hanging balls. Initially his cock seemed small but he got to a good size hard. He also has amazing body temperature, running a couple of degrees warmer than normal.
For all his wanting a take charge man this dude wanted to suck cock, and he was specific about how. He wanted me on the edge of the bed so he could get on his knees and service me. A couple of times he asked me to stand up, but I hate being sucked while standing (will do it as part of the initial stripping, kissing, and kneeling when you meet a guy, but I soon get him flat on the mattress.) He got on his knees and started to suck with intensity (if not the greatest skill; I could give him some real lessons. He doesn't realize that fast doesn't equate to satisfying for the top.) He produced an amazing amount of saliva and soon my balls as well as my cock and pubes were soaked.
He asked me how big I am and I shared my perceived length (7.5") but sucking it and then later after I'd fucked him he insisted it had to be at least 8. Whatever.
I got him up on the bed sucking me and told him to get on his hands and knees in front of me so I could eat his ass while he sucked my cock. He soon forgot about my cock and was kneeling with my tongue up his ass and sighing with pleasure. He was soon following my directions with "yes sir". I was soon rubbing my cock up and down his ass crack and he responded it felt great there and that he was "so wet there." That was all the code I needed: I put my head against his spincter and applied slow gradual pressure: it slid in a few inches and stopped about 3-4 inches in where I met resistence. I could tell he enjoyed it, yet it was too much for him: he was whimpering about its girth. I eased out, grabbed the lube, handed him his poppers lubed my cock and his hole and then slid right in.
His ass was incredibly hot; so was his body and it was great to wrap my arms around his thin tight frame with my cock buried deep inside him in contrast with the really cool air conditioning. He sighed about how great my cock felt in his ass: I told him it was his cock for the night and wanted to know if his ass was mine/he confirmed it was. I asked if I could make it mine and he said yes. So, I got into some long strokes and my characteristic short patient jabs to the spincter and he curled his head back to take my tongue in his mouth as I pushed my cock deep into his ass. He said he needed a break to suck my dick some more, and after I pulled out said "my ass tastes great on your cock". I think he's been watching alot of porn :-) But after some sucking he wanted to sit on it, so bracing the room's desk he squatted while I pushed deep inside of him again.
I decided it was time for some serious fucking; we got back on the bed and he straddled me, but I got him on his side and made him pull up his calf and thigh and pushed all the way up: he moaned terribly and I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain: I think it was both but I got to the point where I didn't care. It felt really great: my cock was loving it and I was really close to cumming for awhile. I asked him again if I could make it my ass and he said yes. However, each tiime I was about to spurt he moved alittle and broke the rhythm. Finally I held him tight and concentrated on my pleasure. Earlier in the day it had taken forever to feel it close with the Fireplug; this kid's ass fit perfectly and was smooth but tight enough I knew I'd shoot it whenever I wanted. He started to moan "cum in my ass, drive it deep into my guts, coat them!" And, so I did. It felt great.
He'd indicated he was cleaned out when I asked him before coming over, but he also said "well I haven't eaten anything since this morning." I suspected the possibility of skid marks, and while it wasn't gross I did need to periodically get up and wash my cock off and to wipe his ass (it was very very faint, but clearly he'd just showered deeply earlier in the day.) So after cumming I washed off again. He indicated he wanted to suck some more, but after a minute he decided he wanted it up his ass and turned around and straddled me while he furiously beat off and came in record time. And, in record time he was back in his jeans and heading out the door. In all likelihood we won't connect ever again,and it was essentially a maintenance visit for him/he just needed a tune up. Overall, it was pretty business like. But it was hot and worked for me as when I woke up this morning I was hard and thinking how fine his ass was wrapped around my cock. Woof!
Fireplug
I have been coming to Paradise for many years, and about four years ago a short "local" guy came on to me. He's true Heinz 57: has every conceivable ethnic background. I don't exactly recall what got me to invite him over to my hotel room, other than the usual horniness: it must have been a function of my wanting to get off and him being the available opportunity.
On the surface he's not my type. He is covered with various tattoos, and his Asian heritage results in a faint scraggly beard and mustache that he typically has partially grown out. While 5' 6" he weighs 200 lb; however, it's all muscle. Besides pubes, he's smooth as a baby's ass (a disappointment in that I love hairy guys.) He wears sleeveless tee shirts, flip flops, and local beachwear shorts: he doesn't look like he fits in at my hotel at all (by now I wonder whether the bellmen have his destination figured out when he enters the hotel...)
I do clearly recall his disarming upbeat attitude and good nature when he came over the first time we connected. And, I don't know how we both got there, but it was bareback from the start and he loves marathon sessions that are long and hard: he particularly likes it when I can cum more than once. The first time I met him we connected three times in the same week and I remember him saying after I'd shot my last load "I think we're going to have twins."
As I laid on my side after loading him up I found him a great conversationalist. I haven't got the entire story, but he's a graphic artist, is educated to some degree, and has an incredible zest for life. A great sense of humor and very playful. He's also partnered; which means our hook ups when I visit need to be during the day/usually for me that means late afternoon. However, every time I visit we hook up at least twice, but usually three times in a week's time. He's painstakingly clean and hook ups require giving him a couple of hours notice as he repeatedly flushes out until he knows that he is only expelling clear water for several rinses.
I particularly like the fact that he doesn't ask intrusive questions, like "have you been getting alot?" or "fuck anyone else yet this trip?" or "when did you last cum" or myriad other questions about my personal life that some tricks feel they have the right to ask before or immediately following your putting your dick in their asses. He's got NSA down. My pal lives for the moment and minds his own business; I always mind mine.
When we are together he is an insatiable bottom and loves my cock. However, he has a huge dick (easily as long as mine and thicker): large, dark brown, and hairy. This various profiles (MH, a4a, silverdaddies) all list him as a top/versatile. I suspect that with me he indulges his less frequently seen bottom side. He more than makes up for it when we're together.
He's passionate and loves to make out, and while getting fucked likes to curl his head back to kiss. Throughout our fucking he moans, "fuck me, FUCK ME", as well as "big fucking cock, I love your cock!" During our marathon sessions, and about half way through, he starts begging me to "breed my ass"/ "give me that load!"
This week we were both horned up. I really enjoy him, but I also wanted something else. But he's dependable, sane, nice, and passionate. I hadn't seen him in a full year (usually we connect twice a year) and I've gotten messages from him over the past 11 months asking when I'd be back. He was supposed to come over the afternoon I arrived but ended up with a party he had to go to (hence, I met Whippet Thin). He was over the next afternoon, and we made up for lost time. I have found, though, with the same bottom it is usually difficult to produce two loads, even if you will end up producing two or three in one day. After fucking a guy for a long time he gets pretty loose, and the needed friction for your head is substantially reduced (and you need more friction if you are trying to produce successive loads.) My pal is usually disappointed because he wants a couple of loads but, besides him loosening up after a power fuck, I usually rub one out first thing the morning before we connect (sorry, I am not good about holding off to give someone a major load; I dependably cum once; I am not up for possible blue balls holding on to a major load because some bottom wants an extra once of sperm in my first load.)
We ended up connecting three days this week; frankly I felt I owed him that, even though it was nice, if not a major wet dream. He actually postponed our second visit because the pounding I gave him when we first got together left him sore the next day, so he needed recovery time. However, the second day I shot into him while he was straddling me and riding my cock: that has never happened for me before (exciting him as well as me.) This morning we had a brief (two hours) bon voyage fuck (I had an appointment and he came a couple of hours before I had to jump into the shower and to make myself look presentable. Once again, after I logged back into a4a later this afternoon there was a message from him thanking me for a great time. He's definitely sweet, and a great bottom as well as a hunk. As long as I keep coming here I am going to keep him as part of my routine.
On the surface he's not my type. He is covered with various tattoos, and his Asian heritage results in a faint scraggly beard and mustache that he typically has partially grown out. While 5' 6" he weighs 200 lb; however, it's all muscle. Besides pubes, he's smooth as a baby's ass (a disappointment in that I love hairy guys.) He wears sleeveless tee shirts, flip flops, and local beachwear shorts: he doesn't look like he fits in at my hotel at all (by now I wonder whether the bellmen have his destination figured out when he enters the hotel...)
I do clearly recall his disarming upbeat attitude and good nature when he came over the first time we connected. And, I don't know how we both got there, but it was bareback from the start and he loves marathon sessions that are long and hard: he particularly likes it when I can cum more than once. The first time I met him we connected three times in the same week and I remember him saying after I'd shot my last load "I think we're going to have twins."
As I laid on my side after loading him up I found him a great conversationalist. I haven't got the entire story, but he's a graphic artist, is educated to some degree, and has an incredible zest for life. A great sense of humor and very playful. He's also partnered; which means our hook ups when I visit need to be during the day/usually for me that means late afternoon. However, every time I visit we hook up at least twice, but usually three times in a week's time. He's painstakingly clean and hook ups require giving him a couple of hours notice as he repeatedly flushes out until he knows that he is only expelling clear water for several rinses.
I particularly like the fact that he doesn't ask intrusive questions, like "have you been getting alot?" or "fuck anyone else yet this trip?" or "when did you last cum" or myriad other questions about my personal life that some tricks feel they have the right to ask before or immediately following your putting your dick in their asses. He's got NSA down. My pal lives for the moment and minds his own business; I always mind mine.
When we are together he is an insatiable bottom and loves my cock. However, he has a huge dick (easily as long as mine and thicker): large, dark brown, and hairy. This various profiles (MH, a4a, silverdaddies) all list him as a top/versatile. I suspect that with me he indulges his less frequently seen bottom side. He more than makes up for it when we're together.
He's passionate and loves to make out, and while getting fucked likes to curl his head back to kiss. Throughout our fucking he moans, "fuck me, FUCK ME", as well as "big fucking cock, I love your cock!" During our marathon sessions, and about half way through, he starts begging me to "breed my ass"/ "give me that load!"
This week we were both horned up. I really enjoy him, but I also wanted something else. But he's dependable, sane, nice, and passionate. I hadn't seen him in a full year (usually we connect twice a year) and I've gotten messages from him over the past 11 months asking when I'd be back. He was supposed to come over the afternoon I arrived but ended up with a party he had to go to (hence, I met Whippet Thin). He was over the next afternoon, and we made up for lost time. I have found, though, with the same bottom it is usually difficult to produce two loads, even if you will end up producing two or three in one day. After fucking a guy for a long time he gets pretty loose, and the needed friction for your head is substantially reduced (and you need more friction if you are trying to produce successive loads.) My pal is usually disappointed because he wants a couple of loads but, besides him loosening up after a power fuck, I usually rub one out first thing the morning before we connect (sorry, I am not good about holding off to give someone a major load; I dependably cum once; I am not up for possible blue balls holding on to a major load because some bottom wants an extra once of sperm in my first load.)
We ended up connecting three days this week; frankly I felt I owed him that, even though it was nice, if not a major wet dream. He actually postponed our second visit because the pounding I gave him when we first got together left him sore the next day, so he needed recovery time. However, the second day I shot into him while he was straddling me and riding my cock: that has never happened for me before (exciting him as well as me.) This morning we had a brief (two hours) bon voyage fuck (I had an appointment and he came a couple of hours before I had to jump into the shower and to make myself look presentable. Once again, after I logged back into a4a later this afternoon there was a message from him thanking me for a great time. He's definitely sweet, and a great bottom as well as a hunk. As long as I keep coming here I am going to keep him as part of my routine.
Friday, September 28, 2012
I Don't Want to Date
Still away traveling for work. The day before yesterday in the afternoon after work appointments I was suddenly very horny and was logged on to both Manhunt and Adam4adam hoping to find something. When you first arrive in a town the guys are all over your ad the first couple of hours you post in that town. However, if you are staying for a couple of days your ad seems to take on the smell of rancid meat; the bites diminish quickly; they want something new. And, being here on business when I do get bites it's at 9:30 p.m. and some dude wants to come over in an hour and fuck till 1 a.m. Well, while not above that, my caution radar goes on about inviting someone I am connecting with for the first time to my room late at night. And then there is that nagging tendancy to want to be fully awake the following morning, meaning I don't want to fuck till 1:00 a.m. and then get up at 5:30...
Well, I was as horny as a three balled tomcat even though I'd fucked a fb for a couple of hours the day before (that will be a subsequent entry.) When I got into my hotel, I logged on, but just wanted to catch dinner first and then focus on trolling the sites for some manhole. And, suddenly I got a message from a guy at one of the nearby military bases seriously interested. He was task oriented, and in short order said he'd like to take my cock up his ass.
I have ambivaent feelings about military guys: I see them around and they are usually in macho packs and I picture them beating the shit out of guys looking for cock. Also, they aren't typically displaying the most civilized behavior and I don't want to deal with anyone who's been drinking or who has been smoking alot: two things I note alot of them doing. But guys are guys and that macho shit is often a smoke screen, so I try to be open minded. On one trip years ago I ended up meeting one of the sweetest, hottest, most passionate guys ever (with an absolutely amazing ass and who loved to get fucked) who was a soldier and we fucked for a week straight. I still miss seeing him.
Anyway, this is a pilot, as it ended up, and his communication was a little odd, which threw me off. A Latino from the east coast (I later confirmed my conclusion and he is Puerto Rican.) His pictures, however, were kind of dorky except for a muscular back shot (that manhunt will not allow me to copy and share, alas...)
I also didn't get 47 messages asking whether I had condoms and insisting only safe sex, though he listed negative. I liked his directness observing he'd sent me a face shot and wanted to see mine. He agreed to no cologne or deodorant, and to be cleaned out and then directed me, to shower as well as that was only fair. Good attitude/I was impressed. Well, next thing I knew we'd arranged to connect at my hotel room after my dinner.
The guy lives on base, so he was also anxious to be hosted, which worked great. I prefer not to travel, and hotel hook ups are great: it's like ordering take out, the only challenge is the art of getting the guy's ass out of your room when you are done. Usually that isn't too much of a problem.
He arrived and I got a brief glimpse of him in the full light; I don't like lots of light in the room when I'm having sex. However, he is short, and didn't seem overly muscular, though a nice back (yum). He was a great kisser and peeled off his tee shirt and shorts and proved a typical uncut Latin (though usually Puerto Ricans born in Northeastern US hospitals go under the knife.) He is passionate, and it was clear this guy needed to be in a safe private place and to enjoy some manluvin'. A nice dusting of hair across his chest, but his arm pit hair seemed almost as if it was trimmed, though wasn't shaved.
I like to get the guy all relaxed, especially if I hope to get in him bare; if you rush things he's going to be on guard and also to tighten up when you go in and need him to loosen up. So I took alot of time making out with him; I got the impression he wanted to be touched and I massaged his nice thighs, his feet, his back, and his ass. He started cooing with pleasure. His intial stabs with his tongue (tedious) mellowed into long face sucking with me exploring his mouth with my tongue and my seriously sucking his. Nice.
His cock is about 6", not too thick, quite suckable. Clean as a whistle, the ride over had allowed some musk to develop in his balls and ass: nice, fresh man musk that inspired me to lick and suck with abandon and to get my beard saturated with his manscent. He started to leak, which I truly love. He was in for the whole program and anxious to make out when I sucked him and ate his ass, and was pleased I was ready and waiting when he pulled up from sucking my cock to make out. He did a great job throating me.
I ate his ass for a long time; and as I ate it he started to throb; his body shook and his legs got spastic. He let out a series of ongoing, steady moans that were really loud; he was really liking it, but I was also concerned about hotel security giving me a call/it was not low volume but it was genuine,not forced (I hate theater.) So, employing one of my tricks, I pulled him on top of me to make out and, as expected, he grasped my cock and lined it up with his hole and while grasping it impaled himself.
With some guys spit is enough; I imagine, however, he'd cleaned out to the point where he was dry beyond a tongue's length because it only slid in about three inches before it clamped. Without any dialog he kept spitting in his hand, pulling off my cock to lube himself and then remounting, struggling to get more in. Finally I pulled him down, rolled him onto his stomach, and lubed his ass and my cock and then pushed: it slid right in.
Okay, the moans were serious, and so was the thrashing and leg throbbing, but he was loving it. I asked him if he could take it for awhile as I don't cum quickly. He responded that he wanted me to hold off cumming as long as I could. And, he kept saying "you are really big."
I kept fucking him for a long time; when I first got him on his stomach I took my time and didn't give him the full shaft until I thought he was ready: I was carefully gauging it by the volume of his moans, and cries, and periodically checked to see if they were of pleasure or pain (the former.) After he'd gotten it all/flat on his stomach, I decided it was time for him to take it all and got him on his side and had him pull up his thigh for maximum penetration. Okay, he was pretty loud, but loving it. I was well past the second ring. He asked to put a pillow under his stomach and rolled onto it and I went back for some serious fucking.
After a long time I wanted to cum (actually I was thinking this might be a two load fuck.) But the noise was distracting, yet I didn't want to kill his pleasure by saying to keep it down. Finally it started to subside in volume, thought it was pants, and whimpers, and groans. He kept curling his head back to kiss.
I got him on his back, which sometimes isn't my favorite position. But he's short and it was easy to hold his legs and to plow him; if he'd not been wearing sandals I'd have sucked his toes while fucking him; it was hot. This angle did provide my cock some new, and ample, friction: I knew we'd go for the gold. So, I let it go and felt it spewing into him: then the boy showed he knows what to do: I felt his guts clamp down hard on my cock as he squeezed it. He wanted every drop. Then he rolled on his back and vigorously stroked off. I would have liked him to shoot in my mouth, or to have licked it off his stomach and chest, but he seemed kind of obsessive about cleanliness and odor, so I refrained (I wanted to fuck him some more.) He shot a serious amount and, after a respectful interval, I mopped him up.
At that point he rolled on his side and wanted to chat; it was cool. He was decompressing and is clearly lonely, and clearly passionate and wants to be held and loved by a man. I learned he's divorced, yadda yadda yadda. I am guessing money is the reason he stays on base, though he indicated it's simpler as he doesn't deal with the commute.
My cock was still hard and got harder; he was pretty impressed and freaked that as I spooned him he kept feeling it. He said he wanted to return and wanted me to save "my love juice" for him, which I said I doubted I could promise. So he lubed my cock, and his ass and rolled onto his back. It was feeling good, but the Invisibleman keeps going and he was soon indicating he needed a break because he was sore. Load number two wanted to escape, so I vigorously stroked while he made out with me and a nice load spewed out (I think he wanted to take it in his mouth/I know he wanted it in his ass, but he was still shy.)
It was past the bedtime I'd told him I needed to maintain, so he rinsed off and left. He told me he was available much of the weekend and I said we'd need to touch base.
I got a series of messages from him yesterday. He mentioned he was free last night, and that he was off Saturday and Sunday, so he could stay over both nights, and suggested that we should go to a movie and that I could take him to (read) buy him dinner (say what?!!!)
Well, (a) I don't like any one suggesting that I buy them anything (I guess he is assuming that being older I am his daddy?) and (b) I am not wild about someone inviting himself over night. Now I have had guys stay over night and the one time I spontaneously did that with a hook up was the Mancub and that did end up being a four night stay over. But this was a bit sudden, and felt intrusive. Actually it was a major buzz kill. I want to have some fun, passionate mansex with a guy, not to date.
I'd actually hoped to fuck him last night; I did write back though and indicate that I had appointments Saturday (true) that made an overnight inappropriate. He wrote back he could stay Saturday night. Now, beside not knowing that I want a full night with this guy (though spooning with my arms wrapped around a firm younger military guy does sound hot) and I need to get my shit together to fly home Sunday afternoon. But also, the assumption bugs me, though I think it's well intentioned and that he's simply socially awkward. However, I am not wild about kissing, sucking, and putting my bare cock into socially awkward people (like I hate guys who think they have a right to learn your life story just because you fucked them; it sort of flies in the face of NSA, but then, that's an entire other entry...) I responded I might have a commitment Friday early evening and could be --possibly free--to play (operative term) the coming nights. I also said I try to fly under the radar and don't want to attract the attention of the hotel staff, especially since I am registered as a single party and stay here often.
The message got through, I think. Culturally we are coming from different perspectives; this guy is definitely working class Puerto Rican and while very nice and sweet probably doesn't see things through my lens. And, it's clear he wants a couple of nights out of the barracks (who the hell wouldn't.) But, I am not taking in boarders and I am not a sugar daddy (I've been known to buy dinner, but I like it to be my choice and hate it even being suggested.)
He responded he needed to get up at 5 a.m. and was sore from our previous gymnastics; then in another message indicated he was resting up for me to fuck him again tonight. We'll see. However, gents, when you hook up with a guy be cool: an overnight should be an invitation, not a request, and offer to go Dutch and maybe he'll pick up the check. And this is about sex fellas; it if turns into a friendship or relationship, great, but go slow.
Well, I was as horny as a three balled tomcat even though I'd fucked a fb for a couple of hours the day before (that will be a subsequent entry.) When I got into my hotel, I logged on, but just wanted to catch dinner first and then focus on trolling the sites for some manhole. And, suddenly I got a message from a guy at one of the nearby military bases seriously interested. He was task oriented, and in short order said he'd like to take my cock up his ass.
I have ambivaent feelings about military guys: I see them around and they are usually in macho packs and I picture them beating the shit out of guys looking for cock. Also, they aren't typically displaying the most civilized behavior and I don't want to deal with anyone who's been drinking or who has been smoking alot: two things I note alot of them doing. But guys are guys and that macho shit is often a smoke screen, so I try to be open minded. On one trip years ago I ended up meeting one of the sweetest, hottest, most passionate guys ever (with an absolutely amazing ass and who loved to get fucked) who was a soldier and we fucked for a week straight. I still miss seeing him.
Anyway, this is a pilot, as it ended up, and his communication was a little odd, which threw me off. A Latino from the east coast (I later confirmed my conclusion and he is Puerto Rican.) His pictures, however, were kind of dorky except for a muscular back shot (that manhunt will not allow me to copy and share, alas...)
The guy lives on base, so he was also anxious to be hosted, which worked great. I prefer not to travel, and hotel hook ups are great: it's like ordering take out, the only challenge is the art of getting the guy's ass out of your room when you are done. Usually that isn't too much of a problem.
He arrived and I got a brief glimpse of him in the full light; I don't like lots of light in the room when I'm having sex. However, he is short, and didn't seem overly muscular, though a nice back (yum). He was a great kisser and peeled off his tee shirt and shorts and proved a typical uncut Latin (though usually Puerto Ricans born in Northeastern US hospitals go under the knife.) He is passionate, and it was clear this guy needed to be in a safe private place and to enjoy some manluvin'. A nice dusting of hair across his chest, but his arm pit hair seemed almost as if it was trimmed, though wasn't shaved.
I like to get the guy all relaxed, especially if I hope to get in him bare; if you rush things he's going to be on guard and also to tighten up when you go in and need him to loosen up. So I took alot of time making out with him; I got the impression he wanted to be touched and I massaged his nice thighs, his feet, his back, and his ass. He started cooing with pleasure. His intial stabs with his tongue (tedious) mellowed into long face sucking with me exploring his mouth with my tongue and my seriously sucking his. Nice.
His cock is about 6", not too thick, quite suckable. Clean as a whistle, the ride over had allowed some musk to develop in his balls and ass: nice, fresh man musk that inspired me to lick and suck with abandon and to get my beard saturated with his manscent. He started to leak, which I truly love. He was in for the whole program and anxious to make out when I sucked him and ate his ass, and was pleased I was ready and waiting when he pulled up from sucking my cock to make out. He did a great job throating me.
I ate his ass for a long time; and as I ate it he started to throb; his body shook and his legs got spastic. He let out a series of ongoing, steady moans that were really loud; he was really liking it, but I was also concerned about hotel security giving me a call/it was not low volume but it was genuine,not forced (I hate theater.) So, employing one of my tricks, I pulled him on top of me to make out and, as expected, he grasped my cock and lined it up with his hole and while grasping it impaled himself.
With some guys spit is enough; I imagine, however, he'd cleaned out to the point where he was dry beyond a tongue's length because it only slid in about three inches before it clamped. Without any dialog he kept spitting in his hand, pulling off my cock to lube himself and then remounting, struggling to get more in. Finally I pulled him down, rolled him onto his stomach, and lubed his ass and my cock and then pushed: it slid right in.
Okay, the moans were serious, and so was the thrashing and leg throbbing, but he was loving it. I asked him if he could take it for awhile as I don't cum quickly. He responded that he wanted me to hold off cumming as long as I could. And, he kept saying "you are really big."
I kept fucking him for a long time; when I first got him on his stomach I took my time and didn't give him the full shaft until I thought he was ready: I was carefully gauging it by the volume of his moans, and cries, and periodically checked to see if they were of pleasure or pain (the former.) After he'd gotten it all/flat on his stomach, I decided it was time for him to take it all and got him on his side and had him pull up his thigh for maximum penetration. Okay, he was pretty loud, but loving it. I was well past the second ring. He asked to put a pillow under his stomach and rolled onto it and I went back for some serious fucking.
After a long time I wanted to cum (actually I was thinking this might be a two load fuck.) But the noise was distracting, yet I didn't want to kill his pleasure by saying to keep it down. Finally it started to subside in volume, thought it was pants, and whimpers, and groans. He kept curling his head back to kiss.
I got him on his back, which sometimes isn't my favorite position. But he's short and it was easy to hold his legs and to plow him; if he'd not been wearing sandals I'd have sucked his toes while fucking him; it was hot. This angle did provide my cock some new, and ample, friction: I knew we'd go for the gold. So, I let it go and felt it spewing into him: then the boy showed he knows what to do: I felt his guts clamp down hard on my cock as he squeezed it. He wanted every drop. Then he rolled on his back and vigorously stroked off. I would have liked him to shoot in my mouth, or to have licked it off his stomach and chest, but he seemed kind of obsessive about cleanliness and odor, so I refrained (I wanted to fuck him some more.) He shot a serious amount and, after a respectful interval, I mopped him up.
At that point he rolled on his side and wanted to chat; it was cool. He was decompressing and is clearly lonely, and clearly passionate and wants to be held and loved by a man. I learned he's divorced, yadda yadda yadda. I am guessing money is the reason he stays on base, though he indicated it's simpler as he doesn't deal with the commute.
My cock was still hard and got harder; he was pretty impressed and freaked that as I spooned him he kept feeling it. He said he wanted to return and wanted me to save "my love juice" for him, which I said I doubted I could promise. So he lubed my cock, and his ass and rolled onto his back. It was feeling good, but the Invisibleman keeps going and he was soon indicating he needed a break because he was sore. Load number two wanted to escape, so I vigorously stroked while he made out with me and a nice load spewed out (I think he wanted to take it in his mouth/I know he wanted it in his ass, but he was still shy.)
It was past the bedtime I'd told him I needed to maintain, so he rinsed off and left. He told me he was available much of the weekend and I said we'd need to touch base.
I got a series of messages from him yesterday. He mentioned he was free last night, and that he was off Saturday and Sunday, so he could stay over both nights, and suggested that we should go to a movie and that I could take him to (read) buy him dinner (say what?!!!)
Well, (a) I don't like any one suggesting that I buy them anything (I guess he is assuming that being older I am his daddy?) and (b) I am not wild about someone inviting himself over night. Now I have had guys stay over night and the one time I spontaneously did that with a hook up was the Mancub and that did end up being a four night stay over. But this was a bit sudden, and felt intrusive. Actually it was a major buzz kill. I want to have some fun, passionate mansex with a guy, not to date.
I'd actually hoped to fuck him last night; I did write back though and indicate that I had appointments Saturday (true) that made an overnight inappropriate. He wrote back he could stay Saturday night. Now, beside not knowing that I want a full night with this guy (though spooning with my arms wrapped around a firm younger military guy does sound hot) and I need to get my shit together to fly home Sunday afternoon. But also, the assumption bugs me, though I think it's well intentioned and that he's simply socially awkward. However, I am not wild about kissing, sucking, and putting my bare cock into socially awkward people (like I hate guys who think they have a right to learn your life story just because you fucked them; it sort of flies in the face of NSA, but then, that's an entire other entry...) I responded I might have a commitment Friday early evening and could be --possibly free--to play (operative term) the coming nights. I also said I try to fly under the radar and don't want to attract the attention of the hotel staff, especially since I am registered as a single party and stay here often.
The message got through, I think. Culturally we are coming from different perspectives; this guy is definitely working class Puerto Rican and while very nice and sweet probably doesn't see things through my lens. And, it's clear he wants a couple of nights out of the barracks (who the hell wouldn't.) But, I am not taking in boarders and I am not a sugar daddy (I've been known to buy dinner, but I like it to be my choice and hate it even being suggested.)
He responded he needed to get up at 5 a.m. and was sore from our previous gymnastics; then in another message indicated he was resting up for me to fuck him again tonight. We'll see. However, gents, when you hook up with a guy be cool: an overnight should be an invitation, not a request, and offer to go Dutch and maybe he'll pick up the check. And this is about sex fellas; it if turns into a friendship or relationship, great, but go slow.
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