After an unintended hiatus (a long, tedious story, not to be discussed here) I have to catch up with a lot of chronicling. But, the beat goes on (pardon the pun) and a description of yesterday's assignation follows.
The VGL (Very Good Looking) guy of months ago, with whom I've hooked up several times despite the horrific initial dirty butt episode ( nasty!) has been at me the last couple of weeks to reconnect. He's married and on the d/l so his availability is sporadic, though I have found him pretty consistently available on Saturdays -- he's wanted to connect more than I have been available or interested, actually.
These are purely maintenance visits for him. He likes cock: wants to suck cock and more importantly to get fucked, but it doesn't involve much beyond that. As prequel to getting fucked he does love to have his ass eaten, and he does like to have his cock, balls, and taint licked (but then, don't we all?) But the process is pretty mechanical, and while he's panting and sighing and groaning in pure pleasure the experience is entirely devoid of any passion.
Why do I bother? Well, quite frankly the guy has an incredible body: -5% body fat. Not muscular, but toned: defined pecs, defined biceps, defined thighs, a flat stomach, beautiful feet, and pits full of thick, dense hair: woof! I think he works out, but his bod looks like he's a devoted swimmer who is also a regular at the gym and possibly runs as well. He doesn't have an attractive face, however; it's acne scarred and his wiry greying hair is combed backwards with gel. When he wears glasses you could imagine him being a librarian or computer programmer (until the clothes come off) especially since he wears comfortable looking suede sneakers, grey polos, and jeans. Nondescript for sure. But naked he is a wet dream. His skin is slightly olive: I wonder if he has Italian or Middle Eastern heritage/probably the former.
His ass is pretty amazing: small, compact, taut, with a nice bit of fine hair. Otherwise he's not very hairy at all, other than dense pubes. Where he's got hair it's dense and nice.
Eating his ass is great, but from the time he arrives until you are mopping up and dressing afterwards he mostly whispers: it's sotto voce sex, though when my body is pressed against and deep inside him he's clearly audible, but an audible whisper "oh, oh, ahhh! I love your cock!...ah!!!" He's got a beautiful cock, an inch shorter than mine and thinner, but it's shape and color are simply gorgeous. It's great to suck, and the balls that frame it are equally nice. I could imagine him being a superb stud to service a woman, but yesterday I inferred his wife doesn't get any or if she does it's extremely rare.
I couldn't host, but he always indicates that he can "find a place." My guess is that he is involved in property management of some sort. Yesterday he indicated he would find a location nearby; I was supposed to see the Arab, but he had nine zillion errands in the morning and would be able mid-afternoon some time. I don't like to have my day off on hold waiting for "some time" so I went with the bird in hand (a Cock in this case/okay guys I apologize, I simply couldn't resist that pun.)
Well he gave me directions, but in a squirrelly way gave me the wrong condo unit number (he's terrified of my outing him apparently and ignores requests that he text me, and only responds through email, which is tedious.) So I got to this condo unit cluster and of course the odd numbered units were separated from the even numbered units and you ended up in the wrong pod of even numbered units in a fruitless search for the even numbered units in question. I was eventually "successful", however, and knocked on a door then answered by a woman. So I immediately made up a lame excuse and headed to my car and ran into my fb who said "I hope you didn't knock on the door" (duh, of course I did bendeho!) but he led me to the unit he had found for us.
It was weird/full of furniture and dreck, being cleaned out, two bedrooms with beds covered with clothing. The master bedroom had a water bed and he didn't want to fuck on that, so he found a towel and we played standing and then on the floor (okay, yes it was tawdry.) He was super worried about our making noise that would draw attention to us from the neighboring units.
He was a bit frenzied and I needed to advise him, when he was naked "don't you want to take your glasses off?" We awkwardly embraced grasping each others' cocks. We needed a leader, so I pulled him to me and placed his under mine and started to stroke them together and he started to kiss my shoulder and neck, but almost caught himself. I noted a progression of sorts in this hook up. He'd contacted me and indicated he wanted me to cum in his mouth, which really surprised me as my orgasm has always been an after thought (he's a nice guy but once he cums he slips into his nervous "I need to exit quickly" mode.) However, fear not, I wasn't of the misimpression that his wanting me to spurt in his mouth was emanating from a desire to please me/the desire solely arose (another pun! dammit!) from his need/his fantasy.
Well, after rimming him and sucking him and getting him to suck me, I lubed up and pushed into him (fortunately I thought to bring lube. Question: if I hadn't what would we have done? He seemed pleased and surprised that I had some; it hadn't occurred to him that we'd need some? To ask if I'd bring it if he didn't have some?) But it was a nice fuck and his ass felt amazing and I knew that if he'd had let me I would shoot deeply into him at any given moment. As if he was in my head he murmured "I want your cock in my mouth when I cum." Okay. However, I wondered how clean he and it would be.
The fucking was truly great but he wanted me to pull out so he could suck me some more. As I eased out I told him and wanted to clean it off first. I'd come prepared with some fancy towelettes (lemon scented, very gay I guess) and they didn't come away dirty. With no reluctance he slurped my cock into his mouth and sucked me with gusto, but pulled off and said he wanted me to fuck him more and laid on his back with his legs in the air. I'd discovered his nipples were sensitive and he was grasping my hands to lead me to them and I pushed slowly into him but could tell that that position was really stretching him and I was taking it slow and easy: the sweet pain he was experiencing was evident and he was thrusting back against me when I'd pause: he wanted to get fucked.
Since he's so fit he was able to keep his legs up in the air for along time and I was loving pistoning in and out, but they started to ache and he wanted them down. I was a bit worried as I started to notice a fishy (!) aroma and didn't want to come out of him suspecting the reason. I managed to stay in and managed to get him with his legs back up in the air after awhile, but soon he said he wanted me to cum in his mouth.
When I pulled out I could smell something/my cock didn't look bad but needed to be wiped clean (love those towelettes) and as he moved I noticed a wet, light brown stain on the beach towel. However, with no reluctance he had the head of my cock in his mouth as I stroked off and took the entire load (but soon spit it into the towel...)
Moments later he wanted me to fuck him some more so he could cum (again gents, please note: if you don't want the guy to cum inside you, despite the fact that you already are getting lots of his precum if he barebacks you, his cock will continue to have cum in it immediately after he's cum.) So I used some lube and invited him to straddle me and he eased down on it, grimacing in pain/pleasure and began to vigorously work his cock and a geyser of cum shot out. This was no stroke story fantasy either; it was real and it was a huge amount of spunk that hit my face, covered my chest, and some was soaking the carpet. The last time we'd played he'd indicated he hadn't cum in a week; I commented on his amazing discipline and he said "yeah, some times I hold back for weeks to see how long I can go." Okay, that confirmed that the Mrs. isn't getting much if any.
Well, we both literally mopped up (he had paper towels there/gross but somewhat helpful) and ushered me out saying he'd finish cleaning up. It did the trick but was like eating a pop tart for breakfast; while it sated the hunger it wasn't a nourishing meal. However, he did kiss my neck and take my load in his mouth; we might be working up to bacon and eggs.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Hungry Boy
So, this week I returned to So Cal and arranged, in advance, to hook up with the boy. Every time we hook up he arrives, mid-evening, and after we are done announces that he hasn't eaten dinner (he also admitted that sex makes him ravenous afterwards.) This time was no different. I'd eat a meal with him, but I don't want this to get out of control: I want to keep it a functional, just physical relationship. Once you cross certain lines you then become friends and then just friends instead of fuck buddies (though, the Mancub and I have managed to straddle that type of relationship.) Ah, but I digress...
I missed my initial flight, but still got settled late afternoon. He was supposed to eat and come over afterwards, so I caught a light bite myself. Around 7 pm he announced he was en route, which was really early for us. It seemed like 10 minutes later he was tapping on the hotel room door (I was engrossed in Tumblr profiles so slammed the laptop shut.) There he was standing, hoodie on and an affected macho Latino alpha look of indifference on his face that melted when the door to the room closed.
Suddenly he had a warm smile and his eyes were twinkling. He rapidly peeled his clothes off and embraced me with vigor: we started to make out and he hopped up to position himself so my cockhead was resting against his hole: he started to moan with hunger to have my cock deep inside him. I dropped to my knees to get a taste of his fine uncut cock, wanting to enjoy the turtleneck before he got fully engorged. He pulled me up and then dropped down to briefly suck my cock as an appetizer, but it was clear he was famished for the main course, and wanted it served up quickly.
He was soon on the bed with his ass up in the air and getting the message I started to feast on his hole. I was really chowing down on it and he was urging me on with endearing pants and coos of pleasure. But he wanted me to fill him and I definitely wanted to push into him.
It was another of those times when you push in and you immediately feel like you are going to shoot your load and you have to will your balls to hold back. My cock was incredibly sensitive and super stimulated. He was really enjoying it and pushing back and clamping down on it with his muscles. I was going to give it up figuring that I'd get hard again and work on a second load, but he was inside my head and begged me not to cum yet.
This was new as he's usually thirsty for my cum as soon as I push in; last time we connected he was crabby that he only got one load. However, I held back and we both savored a long leisurely fuck. I was sucking on the back of his neck and licking the inside of his ears and wrapped my arms around him so I could tweak his nipples. He was responding back with clamping and relaxing his guts and pushing up as I thrust down. He kept taking brief breaks to snort poppers, but after a long time at it he said "cum any time you want to Dad, I want to feel you shoot your load."
Well, holding back usually throws my rhythm totally off, but it didn't this time and I felt the switch flip and enjoyed feeding his ass my load as it spurted into him. He knew it and commented on how he could feel my cock continue to throb.
This time he was eager to get off himself, and when I eased out he immediately got on his knees and started to jerk off with a frenzy, spurting a huge load onto the mattress. He was soon up to get a towel to mop it up, and then was grapping his boxers: this was new; I expected him to lie back and chat, and then to coax me to give him another load as he usually does.
As it was, he said he'd blown off dinner with his mother to come right over and needed to head out to see her. I teased him about his not having eaten again and he laughed and noted that the sex had left him famished. It definitely worked for me as I was able to get a long night's sleep and felt great the next day.
I was down there for a couple of days and we were supposed to reconnect but he flaked, but wants to reconnect during an upcoming trip. Perhaps we are just at a maintenance fuck point; if so, fair enough. I must admit, however, I am looking forward to the next meal.
I missed my initial flight, but still got settled late afternoon. He was supposed to eat and come over afterwards, so I caught a light bite myself. Around 7 pm he announced he was en route, which was really early for us. It seemed like 10 minutes later he was tapping on the hotel room door (I was engrossed in Tumblr profiles so slammed the laptop shut.) There he was standing, hoodie on and an affected macho Latino alpha look of indifference on his face that melted when the door to the room closed.
Suddenly he had a warm smile and his eyes were twinkling. He rapidly peeled his clothes off and embraced me with vigor: we started to make out and he hopped up to position himself so my cockhead was resting against his hole: he started to moan with hunger to have my cock deep inside him. I dropped to my knees to get a taste of his fine uncut cock, wanting to enjoy the turtleneck before he got fully engorged. He pulled me up and then dropped down to briefly suck my cock as an appetizer, but it was clear he was famished for the main course, and wanted it served up quickly.
He was soon on the bed with his ass up in the air and getting the message I started to feast on his hole. I was really chowing down on it and he was urging me on with endearing pants and coos of pleasure. But he wanted me to fill him and I definitely wanted to push into him.
It was another of those times when you push in and you immediately feel like you are going to shoot your load and you have to will your balls to hold back. My cock was incredibly sensitive and super stimulated. He was really enjoying it and pushing back and clamping down on it with his muscles. I was going to give it up figuring that I'd get hard again and work on a second load, but he was inside my head and begged me not to cum yet.
This was new as he's usually thirsty for my cum as soon as I push in; last time we connected he was crabby that he only got one load. However, I held back and we both savored a long leisurely fuck. I was sucking on the back of his neck and licking the inside of his ears and wrapped my arms around him so I could tweak his nipples. He was responding back with clamping and relaxing his guts and pushing up as I thrust down. He kept taking brief breaks to snort poppers, but after a long time at it he said "cum any time you want to Dad, I want to feel you shoot your load."
Well, holding back usually throws my rhythm totally off, but it didn't this time and I felt the switch flip and enjoyed feeding his ass my load as it spurted into him. He knew it and commented on how he could feel my cock continue to throb.
This time he was eager to get off himself, and when I eased out he immediately got on his knees and started to jerk off with a frenzy, spurting a huge load onto the mattress. He was soon up to get a towel to mop it up, and then was grapping his boxers: this was new; I expected him to lie back and chat, and then to coax me to give him another load as he usually does.
As it was, he said he'd blown off dinner with his mother to come right over and needed to head out to see her. I teased him about his not having eaten again and he laughed and noted that the sex had left him famished. It definitely worked for me as I was able to get a long night's sleep and felt great the next day.
I was down there for a couple of days and we were supposed to reconnect but he flaked, but wants to reconnect during an upcoming trip. Perhaps we are just at a maintenance fuck point; if so, fair enough. I must admit, however, I am looking forward to the next meal.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Greedy Bottoms
Writing recent entries I alluded to frustrating sex late this winter that I was going to chronicle. Having a moment to reflect I am going to flashback to that here.
Following my hook up with my Southern CA Boy in late January, which while initially satisfying resulted in my picking up a lingering cold from him, I arranged to hook up with him again on a subsequent trip down. Each time we plan to connect he tells me he wants to spend the night with me, which never works out and, in all honesty, usually ends up as a relief for me. The one time it didn't (prove a relief) was when I added another night to the trip and he ended up being sick and almost flaked entirely. Then I'd actually looked forward to repeatedly fucking and sucking him all night and a lazy following morning with him in bed. So much for well laid plans (admittedly cheesy pun there.)
Well in late February I made a cameo appearance back in Orange County and arranged to meet my boy at the hotel where I usually stay ("our place", so to speak.) As luck would have it my late afternoon flight was delayed/he responded "no problem" as he was going to have dinner with his folks. So I mellowed out with a glass of wine on the plane, another over dinner, and got naked and climbed into bed, following his direction to leave the door open (which required my placing a piece of paper over the lock, which did creep me out a tad as any lunatic could get into the room.) Having spent the day in my office before flying down I was bushed, and with the wine I ended up zonking out. I was abruptly awakened, however, when the door pushed open and there he was.
He quickly stripped and climbed into bed with me and we made out and sucked each other but he was there for the main course: he wanted to be be fucked and bred --several times.
Now, for a period of time I was taking forever to shoot my load, even when barebacking. Usually it was a function of the bottom begging for my load from the moment of penetration and nagging me throughout the fucking to seed him right then. Cumming is like dessert, or the icing on the cake (okay that was a terrible metaphor.) I like to enjoy fucking: feeling the guy's tight, moist hole grasping my cock, the friction of his ass rubbing against my cockhead, and a throbbing connection starting between my balls and my cock head resulting in a load eventually pulsing up my shaft after alot of mutually pleasurable stimulation before hand . It normally doesn't require any encouragement, and knowing how to satisfy a hot bottom I usually try to delay shooting my load,and not allowing the possibility to take over as soon as I feel it impending.
If I am tired, however, or if I am not feeling 100% well or "perky" sometimes getting my nut takes awhile. Now my So Cal boy has typically gotten two loads from me each time we've connected (he'd have gotten a third if our mutual schedules had allowed.) This time I was enjoying the fucking but he started to nag me to breed him from the time I pushed into him "daddy I want your sperm!" (Okay, for some reason sperm, being a clinical term, doesn't jive with the psychic atmosphere when barebacking a guy and wanting to leave your claim by depositing a load deep inside him. Then, not sufficiently distracted he then started to say to me "I want you to make me pregnant! I want to have your baby daddy!" Now, I am really not into the roleplaying scene, and have "played along" with this guy's daddy thing because he is cute, and a passionate, amazing bottom with a tight ass and a nice, meaty uncut cock. But this definitely crossed the line for me and hearing that I mentally threw up a little in my mouth. (Years and years ago when fucking a big muscular stud/wearing a condom, he demanded that I say "now you're pregnant!" when I came. A definite buzz kill.)
Now fucking the boy was an effort; I stayed hard, but I was distracted and his further nagging had me frustrated and wanting to cum just to get him to stop nagging, not as the pleasurable anticipated conclusion to hot intimacy. As it continued to take longer to get there, I needed to pull out and to take a few breaks. He started to get sulky, which irritated me. Finally I was back in him and my load pulsed out, which was a relief not a pleasure. The ending didn't leave either of us satisfied and he was soon out of bed and getting dressed saying he needed to go eat (interestingly, whenever he cums he gets voraciously hungry.) I wasn't sorry to have him leave but asked "I thought you were having dinner with your folks. ?" He'd indicated that it hadn't worked out as he wanted to get ready (i.e. cleaned out) to see me. It was a brusque ending.
Subsequent experiences with the Arab (sorry guys, if you don't recognize who these fuckbuddies of mine are, you'll have to drilldown and read my earlier blog entries/both these guys are well chronicled) he was also nagged me for my loads from the start (ironic as for the first year and a half he and he was paranoid about my cumming in him/now getting bred is what it's all about for him when we hook up.) The result was that while I stayed hard and fucked the hell out of him, the only way I could orgasm was by stroking off afterwards. For most bottoms at least half the experience seems to be their desire to see the top cum, at least as much as getting stretched out by a big cock.
For awhile I worried about whether I could still cum through fucking. But during later hook ups with other guys I had no trouble cumming while fucking (e.g. the Ricecake asked the last two times I fucked him "you're cumming already?!" I wasn't about to risk holding back and then taking another twenty minutes to shoot.) With other guys as well, either wearing a condom or bare I've had no problem giving up my load.
My So Cal boy has seen me on line since my return home and several times has indicated he's looking forward to daddy fucking him again. I am due to return to So Cal in two weeks, and am staying at "our place." I want to reconnect with him, but might need to keep a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth when I am fucking him.
Following my hook up with my Southern CA Boy in late January, which while initially satisfying resulted in my picking up a lingering cold from him, I arranged to hook up with him again on a subsequent trip down. Each time we plan to connect he tells me he wants to spend the night with me, which never works out and, in all honesty, usually ends up as a relief for me. The one time it didn't (prove a relief) was when I added another night to the trip and he ended up being sick and almost flaked entirely. Then I'd actually looked forward to repeatedly fucking and sucking him all night and a lazy following morning with him in bed. So much for well laid plans (admittedly cheesy pun there.)
Well in late February I made a cameo appearance back in Orange County and arranged to meet my boy at the hotel where I usually stay ("our place", so to speak.) As luck would have it my late afternoon flight was delayed/he responded "no problem" as he was going to have dinner with his folks. So I mellowed out with a glass of wine on the plane, another over dinner, and got naked and climbed into bed, following his direction to leave the door open (which required my placing a piece of paper over the lock, which did creep me out a tad as any lunatic could get into the room.) Having spent the day in my office before flying down I was bushed, and with the wine I ended up zonking out. I was abruptly awakened, however, when the door pushed open and there he was.
He quickly stripped and climbed into bed with me and we made out and sucked each other but he was there for the main course: he wanted to be be fucked and bred --several times.
Now, for a period of time I was taking forever to shoot my load, even when barebacking. Usually it was a function of the bottom begging for my load from the moment of penetration and nagging me throughout the fucking to seed him right then. Cumming is like dessert, or the icing on the cake (okay that was a terrible metaphor.) I like to enjoy fucking: feeling the guy's tight, moist hole grasping my cock, the friction of his ass rubbing against my cockhead, and a throbbing connection starting between my balls and my cock head resulting in a load eventually pulsing up my shaft after alot of mutually pleasurable stimulation before hand . It normally doesn't require any encouragement, and knowing how to satisfy a hot bottom I usually try to delay shooting my load,and not allowing the possibility to take over as soon as I feel it impending.
If I am tired, however, or if I am not feeling 100% well or "perky" sometimes getting my nut takes awhile. Now my So Cal boy has typically gotten two loads from me each time we've connected (he'd have gotten a third if our mutual schedules had allowed.) This time I was enjoying the fucking but he started to nag me to breed him from the time I pushed into him "daddy I want your sperm!" (Okay, for some reason sperm, being a clinical term, doesn't jive with the psychic atmosphere when barebacking a guy and wanting to leave your claim by depositing a load deep inside him. Then, not sufficiently distracted he then started to say to me "I want you to make me pregnant! I want to have your baby daddy!" Now, I am really not into the roleplaying scene, and have "played along" with this guy's daddy thing because he is cute, and a passionate, amazing bottom with a tight ass and a nice, meaty uncut cock. But this definitely crossed the line for me and hearing that I mentally threw up a little in my mouth. (Years and years ago when fucking a big muscular stud/wearing a condom, he demanded that I say "now you're pregnant!" when I came. A definite buzz kill.)
Now fucking the boy was an effort; I stayed hard, but I was distracted and his further nagging had me frustrated and wanting to cum just to get him to stop nagging, not as the pleasurable anticipated conclusion to hot intimacy. As it continued to take longer to get there, I needed to pull out and to take a few breaks. He started to get sulky, which irritated me. Finally I was back in him and my load pulsed out, which was a relief not a pleasure. The ending didn't leave either of us satisfied and he was soon out of bed and getting dressed saying he needed to go eat (interestingly, whenever he cums he gets voraciously hungry.) I wasn't sorry to have him leave but asked "I thought you were having dinner with your folks. ?" He'd indicated that it hadn't worked out as he wanted to get ready (i.e. cleaned out) to see me. It was a brusque ending.
Subsequent experiences with the Arab (sorry guys, if you don't recognize who these fuckbuddies of mine are, you'll have to drilldown and read my earlier blog entries/both these guys are well chronicled) he was also nagged me for my loads from the start (ironic as for the first year and a half he and he was paranoid about my cumming in him/now getting bred is what it's all about for him when we hook up.) The result was that while I stayed hard and fucked the hell out of him, the only way I could orgasm was by stroking off afterwards. For most bottoms at least half the experience seems to be their desire to see the top cum, at least as much as getting stretched out by a big cock.
For awhile I worried about whether I could still cum through fucking. But during later hook ups with other guys I had no trouble cumming while fucking (e.g. the Ricecake asked the last two times I fucked him "you're cumming already?!" I wasn't about to risk holding back and then taking another twenty minutes to shoot.) With other guys as well, either wearing a condom or bare I've had no problem giving up my load.
My So Cal boy has seen me on line since my return home and several times has indicated he's looking forward to daddy fucking him again. I am due to return to So Cal in two weeks, and am staying at "our place." I want to reconnect with him, but might need to keep a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth when I am fucking him.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Big Belly/Tiny Ass
Well, I fell off the wagon yesterday after connecting with a single bear on Growlr who lives nearby work. He didn't have alot of pics on his profile--other than a nice butt shot-- but clearly was hairy and a bear, both of which I like, and was pretty anxious to bottom.
When I arrived he had just stepped out of the shower, and greeted me at the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. I was struck by his protruding hairy stomach, not one that has dropped or sags, just big and full and round, on a youngish fairly short guy with pretty small, taut ass cheeks.
He was pretty passionate, but needs to be sent to kissing school (I find it frustrating when guys dart their tongues in and out of your mouth in the guise of kissing: just relax, open your mouth, press it to mine and let nature take over!) Soon he was on my cock and was kind of mechanically going up and down it sucking (again, relax, explore, take your time!)
I decided I needed to provide the direction and pushed him on to his back; unfortunately he never got totally hard (he was very into it, but I have found this to happen on big guys who are total bottoms.) He was pretty responsive as I sucked his cock and balls trying to get them hard, but the closest he got to really hard was after being rimmed and fucked for awhile.) Soon I rolled him on to his stomach and started to give him serious rimming/while he'd been pretty vocal (earlier I was wondering if it was forced when sucking him as his cock stayed flaccid, and he'd been vocal when I sucked his nipples, but when I pointed out mine weren't sensitive he said his weren't very either --huh?) I knew he meant it when I was rimming him and kept at it for a long time. He greedily pulled his ass cheeks apart and thrust back to get my tongue in deeper.
After awhile I started to tease his hole with my cock head and it was clear from his pushing back that he wanted it bare and he wanted it immediately, but he was quick to grab for the lube observing "I'll need it; you're a big boy!"
He loved getting fucked and I was enjoying it, but he advised me he's given to anal orgasms, which cause him to spasm (with pleasure) and to squeeze out the guy's cock, and require a short break before going back in. We weren't at it long when this happened just as he described, though it was seconds before --at his urging-- my cock was back inside him. It was definitely different, and a rhythm that required adjustment, but I was getting a groove on. He was urging me on, panting about how great my cock felt deep inside him (we moved around still he was getting maximum penetration on his side, but he gets major points for really liking lying on his stomach while I drilled him.) He was into dirty talk and kept asking me if I liked his ass and it if was tight enough for me, and if he was squeezing my cock hard enough. I responded I was going to make it mine/after we'd been at it and I was really enjoying it and after having been squeezed out and reentering three times I was just about to blow my load, when he said "just don't cum in me." Good timing as I immediately pulled out my cock as it was about to spurt and shot on his back (he asked how I was doing and didn't realize I'd just shot on his back, saying "I'm totally focused on how my ass feels.")
Lying there he said "I hope you can cum again" and urged me to push back into him. (Okay, this is where I don't get the logic: don't cum in me! -- though your precum oozing bare cock has just been fucking me for awhile--and then when you do cum, while your cock is still hard and has cum residue in the shaft --push back into me.../I guess it's all psychological solace.)
I like a break after I cum, but this guy was really enjoy bottoming and I wanted him to have some fun and to hopefully get off also. But, while I might be hard, when I resume fucking immediately after cumming it's just a dull, yet okay, sensation for my cock. My pleasure at that point was coming from pushing his buttons. We tried his straddling me to stroke off (his cock was "hardish" at that point) but his stomach made that a challenging and awkward position for him. He stood spread eagled against the bed while I stood behind him grasping his hips to fuck him (which I actually was enjoying, though standing up sex isn't a fav for me) and we also fucked on the bed doggy while he worked his cock.
Eventually I needed a break/it was getting pretty mechanical for me and my cock wasn't feeling pleasantly stimulated. He resumed sucking me (and was mellower and doing a nice job) and we made out (again, mellower/less manic and vastly more enjoyable) while he stroked my shaft. He was hungry to have me back in him though, and we had several sessions where he spasmed and moaned with pleasure from anal orgasms. This was the first time I'd been with a guy who reacted like this.
After another oral and stroke break I was feeling some friction and stimulation again and pushed back into him, and noticing that some musk was arising from his pits (it was a warm afternoon) I pushed his arm back, pressed my face into a pit and inhaled as my cock was thrusting against the walls of his soft, warm, moist ass: then the switch flipped. I quietly kept fucking as I felt a load rising from my balls, and without any announcement discretely pulled out to shoot on his thigh.
We'd established that he wasn't going to cum (he noted sometimes he can't and other times he hits the ceiling) and after a civilized hiatus I asked if I could wash up.
It was a pleasant time, and he's certainly conveniently close for an after work maintenance fuck, but it wasn't the comprehensive type experience I typically find fully satisfying. Not sure if I see an encore in the works.
When I arrived he had just stepped out of the shower, and greeted me at the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. I was struck by his protruding hairy stomach, not one that has dropped or sags, just big and full and round, on a youngish fairly short guy with pretty small, taut ass cheeks.
He was pretty passionate, but needs to be sent to kissing school (I find it frustrating when guys dart their tongues in and out of your mouth in the guise of kissing: just relax, open your mouth, press it to mine and let nature take over!) Soon he was on my cock and was kind of mechanically going up and down it sucking (again, relax, explore, take your time!)
I decided I needed to provide the direction and pushed him on to his back; unfortunately he never got totally hard (he was very into it, but I have found this to happen on big guys who are total bottoms.) He was pretty responsive as I sucked his cock and balls trying to get them hard, but the closest he got to really hard was after being rimmed and fucked for awhile.) Soon I rolled him on to his stomach and started to give him serious rimming/while he'd been pretty vocal (earlier I was wondering if it was forced when sucking him as his cock stayed flaccid, and he'd been vocal when I sucked his nipples, but when I pointed out mine weren't sensitive he said his weren't very either --huh?) I knew he meant it when I was rimming him and kept at it for a long time. He greedily pulled his ass cheeks apart and thrust back to get my tongue in deeper.
After awhile I started to tease his hole with my cock head and it was clear from his pushing back that he wanted it bare and he wanted it immediately, but he was quick to grab for the lube observing "I'll need it; you're a big boy!"
He loved getting fucked and I was enjoying it, but he advised me he's given to anal orgasms, which cause him to spasm (with pleasure) and to squeeze out the guy's cock, and require a short break before going back in. We weren't at it long when this happened just as he described, though it was seconds before --at his urging-- my cock was back inside him. It was definitely different, and a rhythm that required adjustment, but I was getting a groove on. He was urging me on, panting about how great my cock felt deep inside him (we moved around still he was getting maximum penetration on his side, but he gets major points for really liking lying on his stomach while I drilled him.) He was into dirty talk and kept asking me if I liked his ass and it if was tight enough for me, and if he was squeezing my cock hard enough. I responded I was going to make it mine/after we'd been at it and I was really enjoying it and after having been squeezed out and reentering three times I was just about to blow my load, when he said "just don't cum in me." Good timing as I immediately pulled out my cock as it was about to spurt and shot on his back (he asked how I was doing and didn't realize I'd just shot on his back, saying "I'm totally focused on how my ass feels.")
Lying there he said "I hope you can cum again" and urged me to push back into him. (Okay, this is where I don't get the logic: don't cum in me! -- though your precum oozing bare cock has just been fucking me for awhile--and then when you do cum, while your cock is still hard and has cum residue in the shaft --push back into me.../I guess it's all psychological solace.)
I like a break after I cum, but this guy was really enjoy bottoming and I wanted him to have some fun and to hopefully get off also. But, while I might be hard, when I resume fucking immediately after cumming it's just a dull, yet okay, sensation for my cock. My pleasure at that point was coming from pushing his buttons. We tried his straddling me to stroke off (his cock was "hardish" at that point) but his stomach made that a challenging and awkward position for him. He stood spread eagled against the bed while I stood behind him grasping his hips to fuck him (which I actually was enjoying, though standing up sex isn't a fav for me) and we also fucked on the bed doggy while he worked his cock.
Eventually I needed a break/it was getting pretty mechanical for me and my cock wasn't feeling pleasantly stimulated. He resumed sucking me (and was mellower and doing a nice job) and we made out (again, mellower/less manic and vastly more enjoyable) while he stroked my shaft. He was hungry to have me back in him though, and we had several sessions where he spasmed and moaned with pleasure from anal orgasms. This was the first time I'd been with a guy who reacted like this.
After another oral and stroke break I was feeling some friction and stimulation again and pushed back into him, and noticing that some musk was arising from his pits (it was a warm afternoon) I pushed his arm back, pressed my face into a pit and inhaled as my cock was thrusting against the walls of his soft, warm, moist ass: then the switch flipped. I quietly kept fucking as I felt a load rising from my balls, and without any announcement discretely pulled out to shoot on his thigh.
We'd established that he wasn't going to cum (he noted sometimes he can't and other times he hits the ceiling) and after a civilized hiatus I asked if I could wash up.
It was a pleasant time, and he's certainly conveniently close for an after work maintenance fuck, but it wasn't the comprehensive type experience I typically find fully satisfying. Not sure if I see an encore in the works.
Friday, April 26, 2013
False Positive Mind Fuck
Well, alot to catch up on, but I was distracted by my recent biannual std/hiv testing. Last week I summoned the psychic energy and went to the clinic for my routine test.
It was a surprisingly smooth morning; I checked in and was there was only one other guy ahead of me. I barely had time to open and start reading the paper before my number was called. And, the nurse practioner, was an Ethiopian guy who I'd worked with last time and he recognized me, was pleasant and it was all very relaxed. He drew blood, performed an oral swab, and took a urine sample. All standard and good. He filled out paperwork and indicated we needed to wait.
As usual, I asked if I could also have a rapid test before I left, as the the definitive tests required waiting a week and two weeks respectively. So, I was led in to meet with a young practioner. He seemed pretty cool and hip and I was checking out his taut body and wondering if he was a cyclist and possibly gay. He was actually somewhat manic but nice.
He began by asking me if I was willing to try out some new more comprehensive rapid test that he announced was very prevalent outside the US (e.g Europe, so "of course" it would need to be more helpful, right...?). He indicated if I agreed he had to pay me $20. I didn't want the money, but I thought if it was going to be more comprehensive and definitive it was stupid to say no.
Well it involved pricking four fingers/I was okay with that. So he did so, set up the two vials, something that looked like a giant blister, and sucked up a "line" of my blood into a straw like device and then injected it into a credit card sized piece of paper.
So it was a waiting game; he was manically chatty and I was playing along, but found it really tedious and insipid when he asked me "what do you think the results will be?" I responded I wouldn't guess what they would be but I knew what I hoped they were.
Well he directed my attention to the blister like device and indicated that it already indicated a negative result and then started to chirp about how while it usually involved 30 minutes that if someone was neg that you usually had a pretty clear idea early on. The two vials with swabs of my blood were awaiting the alarm going off but looked fine. Then he looked at the credit card sized device with my blood and got visibly alarmed. He was pretty demonstrative and said "I've never seen that before!" (the other devices reading negative and the card device reading positive.) He was freaking out and said, it was indicating positive though the other measures were indicating negative. So he asked to prick another of my fingers and repeated the test. Again, my blood resulted in the operative lines being crossed. He got very visibly upset and called in other clinicians.
A cool gay dude, frankly pretty bitchy, came in and was very matter a fact about that fact that it indicated I was poz. They started to both ask me "are you okay?" I indicated I was just trying to wrap my head around the fact that 2/3 of the test indicated I was negative and that one third indicated positive and said "I am not trying to be in denial but is there any possibility that this isn't reading right?" Well they wanted to make sure that I realized they thought the results we pretty seriously indicating a certainty of positive and that I'd probably become poz in the last couple of weeks and that it was a remarkably early diagnosis. They kept pressing me about how I felt and I said "listen, if I am poz then it is what it is and I have to deal with it. I just want to get a definitive answer here." I spoke to the bitchy one and said "I can deal with reality here, but have you ever had such a test read incorrectly?" He responded "yes, I've had other false positives." But they made it clear to me that they didn't think this was the case. In a human moment he did acknowledge that this was the possibility that all of us who have sex with other men entertain (apparently his effort to be comforting was to confirm that he, too, likes to suck cock and, perhaps, more...) Departing he admonished me to refrain from sex or to at least wear a condom till the final results came back (talk about condescending.) But he also said "don't call past partners until you've gotten the final results in case we are wrong." I thought "don't allow yourself false hope here" but also, how could I allow my recent partners to keep fucking with other guys?
Another clinician was called in; a woman. She seemed convinced the result was definitive. She asked me "have you had flu like symptoms?" No. "A rash?" No. "Night sweats?" No. She seemed disappointed but without doubt that I was surely poz.
Next they called in another, older guy. He didn't remember me but he'd administered my last rapid test and after 15 minutes said "this is a negative result, there's no point in your waiting." He was pretty cool and the least emotive of the group. They then decided to draw more blood from my arm so that they could later meet with me to advise me of what strain of hiv and then the further actions that would be recommended "meds/etc. etc."
At that point I was kind of numb; there was no time for emotion. I like to remain discrete and keep my doctor and insurance out of such tests (I have NO confidence such information is kept confidential) but I was convinced at that point I'd bitten it and needed to think practically: serious diagnosis, expensive medications that I'd need my medical plan for, and a program of regular check ups. So I bared my soul, called my health care provider, gave them my patient number, all my information, etc. The time for discretion had apparently gone.
The young dude kept asking me if I was okay. I kept responding to him "listen, I need to be practical here; being emotional or dramatic isn't going to accomplish anything. If you indicated that I'd croak in a year or have an awful time getting there I'd be upset, but apparently there are ways for me to minimize the impact." He then proceeded to (finally) be reassuring talking about guys on meds becoming nondetectable, apparently one guy who'd gotten cured (?) and that I had a long life ahead of me and how lucky I actually was for a super early diagnosis. However, he pulled out his laptop and said that "false positives have occurred in the past for those with a fatty diet." Well, I have higher cholesterol, and I use alot of olive oil and dairy in cooking, so I don't know if that qualifies (he seemed to think it corresponded to alot of potato chips and Cheetos...)
In crises I just get super quiet and super focused as I need to exercise full concentration/this guy didn't seem to understand that. He wrote down his inside number, urged me to call him as soon as I got my results and looked like he was going to throw up on his shoes. I thanked him, tried to console him (geez) and left. Awkwardly he insisted on giving me $20 for participating in the same study and then when I went to check out all the fees had been waived.
Well there was alot to process, but I thought, well assume the worst and hope for the best. I drove away and after I was on to other things I got a call from the clinic/they'd fucked up address information and needed me to return, in person, to change and initial it all. I thought that I was having a major run of bad luck and was pissed but went back (it essentially required my returning, parking in the underground parking garage in one building, proceeding to another, proceeding to the 10th floor, yadda yaddda yadda, to in person just affirm some address information was correct. I was then back out the door.)
I was away on business and staying in a swank hotel and had had some fun the night before and was looking forward to more. On Growler I had this younger dude coming on to me and he was seriously hot. So not being a shit but still being a horn dog, I figured mutual oral wouldn't hurt him, and determined to wear a condom. It was pretty awesome (over an hour of delayed orgasms before I donned a condom) but otherwise I kept my gun in my holster the next two days. It was a drag as I'd really looked forward to the weekend and had a tentative date lined up with the macho stud I usually fuck while in town (he's married, and we fuck raw and there was no way I was going to jeopardize him by barebacking him and I didn't want to get into why I wanted to wear a condom so I had to cancel to our mutual disappointment.)
Well it was a thoughtful week. I pretty much reconciled myself to a whole new life, not being able to seeing regular fuck buddies ever again, and medications and regular doctor visits. I surprised myself by how stoic I was being about it, but my attitude was that I simply needed to deal with it. Where I live it is major allergy season, so I concluded that my sneezing, aching sinuses, aching joints, and any gi symptoms were all hiv related, which was making me depressed. I'd narrowed it down to two possible sources and was wondering how I'd deal with them when I got the final word.
Today was the day I needed to call for the first set of tests and I was preparing to do so after some meetings assuming this was the day to confirm the outcome and to plan how to proceed. However, just as I was about to enter a meeting my phone rang and I recognized the number as familiar. It was the clinician.
He asked me a series of questions to verify that I am who I am and then, after a seeming eternity said he wanted to call me right away as my results were brought to him today (apparently he pushed for them to be processed more quickly) and that actually I was found completely negative. He started to profusely apologize for what had happened and was yammering, but I had to go into a meeting and said "this is good news/is there anything else I need to know?" I advised him not to send the results to my primary physician and then thanked him and signed off. It was surrealistic.
I was working out of the office and had a long drive back to the office/it gave me some time to process the good information --and the rattling experience-- and I saw a plant nursery and being a passionate gardener stopped off and spent 40 minutes walking around and decompressing. These were all good guys; they all wanted the best for me; they do good work; it was a socially awkward moment for them and frankly they didn't handle it very well/however, if I'd been more fragile it could have been very messy and possibly could have hurt myself.
I'll keep getting tested, but in 14 years of regular testing this really fucked with my mind and shook my confidence in the results I might be given -- either favorable or unfavorable. I'll have to have faith in the favorable, but otherwise to demand a second test. All said, it was a sobering reality test.
It was a surprisingly smooth morning; I checked in and was there was only one other guy ahead of me. I barely had time to open and start reading the paper before my number was called. And, the nurse practioner, was an Ethiopian guy who I'd worked with last time and he recognized me, was pleasant and it was all very relaxed. He drew blood, performed an oral swab, and took a urine sample. All standard and good. He filled out paperwork and indicated we needed to wait.
As usual, I asked if I could also have a rapid test before I left, as the the definitive tests required waiting a week and two weeks respectively. So, I was led in to meet with a young practioner. He seemed pretty cool and hip and I was checking out his taut body and wondering if he was a cyclist and possibly gay. He was actually somewhat manic but nice.
He began by asking me if I was willing to try out some new more comprehensive rapid test that he announced was very prevalent outside the US (e.g Europe, so "of course" it would need to be more helpful, right...?). He indicated if I agreed he had to pay me $20. I didn't want the money, but I thought if it was going to be more comprehensive and definitive it was stupid to say no.
Well it involved pricking four fingers/I was okay with that. So he did so, set up the two vials, something that looked like a giant blister, and sucked up a "line" of my blood into a straw like device and then injected it into a credit card sized piece of paper.
So it was a waiting game; he was manically chatty and I was playing along, but found it really tedious and insipid when he asked me "what do you think the results will be?" I responded I wouldn't guess what they would be but I knew what I hoped they were.
Well he directed my attention to the blister like device and indicated that it already indicated a negative result and then started to chirp about how while it usually involved 30 minutes that if someone was neg that you usually had a pretty clear idea early on. The two vials with swabs of my blood were awaiting the alarm going off but looked fine. Then he looked at the credit card sized device with my blood and got visibly alarmed. He was pretty demonstrative and said "I've never seen that before!" (the other devices reading negative and the card device reading positive.) He was freaking out and said, it was indicating positive though the other measures were indicating negative. So he asked to prick another of my fingers and repeated the test. Again, my blood resulted in the operative lines being crossed. He got very visibly upset and called in other clinicians.
A cool gay dude, frankly pretty bitchy, came in and was very matter a fact about that fact that it indicated I was poz. They started to both ask me "are you okay?" I indicated I was just trying to wrap my head around the fact that 2/3 of the test indicated I was negative and that one third indicated positive and said "I am not trying to be in denial but is there any possibility that this isn't reading right?" Well they wanted to make sure that I realized they thought the results we pretty seriously indicating a certainty of positive and that I'd probably become poz in the last couple of weeks and that it was a remarkably early diagnosis. They kept pressing me about how I felt and I said "listen, if I am poz then it is what it is and I have to deal with it. I just want to get a definitive answer here." I spoke to the bitchy one and said "I can deal with reality here, but have you ever had such a test read incorrectly?" He responded "yes, I've had other false positives." But they made it clear to me that they didn't think this was the case. In a human moment he did acknowledge that this was the possibility that all of us who have sex with other men entertain (apparently his effort to be comforting was to confirm that he, too, likes to suck cock and, perhaps, more...) Departing he admonished me to refrain from sex or to at least wear a condom till the final results came back (talk about condescending.) But he also said "don't call past partners until you've gotten the final results in case we are wrong." I thought "don't allow yourself false hope here" but also, how could I allow my recent partners to keep fucking with other guys?
Another clinician was called in; a woman. She seemed convinced the result was definitive. She asked me "have you had flu like symptoms?" No. "A rash?" No. "Night sweats?" No. She seemed disappointed but without doubt that I was surely poz.
Next they called in another, older guy. He didn't remember me but he'd administered my last rapid test and after 15 minutes said "this is a negative result, there's no point in your waiting." He was pretty cool and the least emotive of the group. They then decided to draw more blood from my arm so that they could later meet with me to advise me of what strain of hiv and then the further actions that would be recommended "meds/etc. etc."
At that point I was kind of numb; there was no time for emotion. I like to remain discrete and keep my doctor and insurance out of such tests (I have NO confidence such information is kept confidential) but I was convinced at that point I'd bitten it and needed to think practically: serious diagnosis, expensive medications that I'd need my medical plan for, and a program of regular check ups. So I bared my soul, called my health care provider, gave them my patient number, all my information, etc. The time for discretion had apparently gone.
The young dude kept asking me if I was okay. I kept responding to him "listen, I need to be practical here; being emotional or dramatic isn't going to accomplish anything. If you indicated that I'd croak in a year or have an awful time getting there I'd be upset, but apparently there are ways for me to minimize the impact." He then proceeded to (finally) be reassuring talking about guys on meds becoming nondetectable, apparently one guy who'd gotten cured (?) and that I had a long life ahead of me and how lucky I actually was for a super early diagnosis. However, he pulled out his laptop and said that "false positives have occurred in the past for those with a fatty diet." Well, I have higher cholesterol, and I use alot of olive oil and dairy in cooking, so I don't know if that qualifies (he seemed to think it corresponded to alot of potato chips and Cheetos...)
In crises I just get super quiet and super focused as I need to exercise full concentration/this guy didn't seem to understand that. He wrote down his inside number, urged me to call him as soon as I got my results and looked like he was going to throw up on his shoes. I thanked him, tried to console him (geez) and left. Awkwardly he insisted on giving me $20 for participating in the same study and then when I went to check out all the fees had been waived.
Well there was alot to process, but I thought, well assume the worst and hope for the best. I drove away and after I was on to other things I got a call from the clinic/they'd fucked up address information and needed me to return, in person, to change and initial it all. I thought that I was having a major run of bad luck and was pissed but went back (it essentially required my returning, parking in the underground parking garage in one building, proceeding to another, proceeding to the 10th floor, yadda yaddda yadda, to in person just affirm some address information was correct. I was then back out the door.)
I was away on business and staying in a swank hotel and had had some fun the night before and was looking forward to more. On Growler I had this younger dude coming on to me and he was seriously hot. So not being a shit but still being a horn dog, I figured mutual oral wouldn't hurt him, and determined to wear a condom. It was pretty awesome (over an hour of delayed orgasms before I donned a condom) but otherwise I kept my gun in my holster the next two days. It was a drag as I'd really looked forward to the weekend and had a tentative date lined up with the macho stud I usually fuck while in town (he's married, and we fuck raw and there was no way I was going to jeopardize him by barebacking him and I didn't want to get into why I wanted to wear a condom so I had to cancel to our mutual disappointment.)
Well it was a thoughtful week. I pretty much reconciled myself to a whole new life, not being able to seeing regular fuck buddies ever again, and medications and regular doctor visits. I surprised myself by how stoic I was being about it, but my attitude was that I simply needed to deal with it. Where I live it is major allergy season, so I concluded that my sneezing, aching sinuses, aching joints, and any gi symptoms were all hiv related, which was making me depressed. I'd narrowed it down to two possible sources and was wondering how I'd deal with them when I got the final word.
Today was the day I needed to call for the first set of tests and I was preparing to do so after some meetings assuming this was the day to confirm the outcome and to plan how to proceed. However, just as I was about to enter a meeting my phone rang and I recognized the number as familiar. It was the clinician.
He asked me a series of questions to verify that I am who I am and then, after a seeming eternity said he wanted to call me right away as my results were brought to him today (apparently he pushed for them to be processed more quickly) and that actually I was found completely negative. He started to profusely apologize for what had happened and was yammering, but I had to go into a meeting and said "this is good news/is there anything else I need to know?" I advised him not to send the results to my primary physician and then thanked him and signed off. It was surrealistic.
I was working out of the office and had a long drive back to the office/it gave me some time to process the good information --and the rattling experience-- and I saw a plant nursery and being a passionate gardener stopped off and spent 40 minutes walking around and decompressing. These were all good guys; they all wanted the best for me; they do good work; it was a socially awkward moment for them and frankly they didn't handle it very well/however, if I'd been more fragile it could have been very messy and possibly could have hurt myself.
I'll keep getting tested, but in 14 years of regular testing this really fucked with my mind and shook my confidence in the results I might be given -- either favorable or unfavorable. I'll have to have faith in the favorable, but otherwise to demand a second test. All said, it was a sobering reality test.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Ricecake
Well after a hiatus since Christmas my Filipino American friend and I connected again last week. We've been in parallel solar systems the past few months and, despite good intentions were only able to align again this past Monday. He has assigned himself a Asian stereotype moniker and I have more generously paraphrased it as "rice cake."
I had the day off and when I woke up remembered that Mondays are one his standard days off/for me it was an anomoly. So, when I woke up I tapped him a message and was amazed by how fast he responded and that he was available; it defined serendipity. He wanted to come over immediately; I held him off arguing I needed some coffee and to wake up reading the paper. Being fully alert does enhance sex.
Well he was over in about 90 minutes. He is cute, but shy and a bit withdrawn fully clothed. He tried to break the tension with off key jokes that fall flat, but the effort is endearing. However, we were soon making out and he was groping me and on his knees throating my cock. He's got a cute, but small, cock. While I enjoy pushing his buttons, sucking him doesn't do alot for me, other than making him squirm while I work his head with the tip of my tongue while tweaking his nipples.
What I really wanted was to get at his ass. This guy is 5' 7" and 138 lb and has an adorable tight little ass that begs to be rimmed. His physiology alone allows you to do things to him with your tongue beyond what you can do to others. (Essentially to get your tongue deep deep inside him and to genuinely tongue fuck him.) I kept at it and had him panting, but he was hungry for the main course.
Now the size of my cock is substantially multiplied when playing with a guy this size. Patience was key after gradually penetrating him and then patiently waiting for his body to suck my cock into him. It is critical not to move and to allow him to adjust, both mentally and physically, to the serious stretching he's experiencing. He'd forgotten how big I am, and I needed to just hold myself up by my hands and wait for him to let me know he was ready. He then got this hard look in his eyes and started to shove back and then demanded that I fuck him.
While I was fucking him he asked if I'd make him my boy (again.) And when I said yes, he said "how?" I said I'd make him mine by breeding him. He turned into a power bottom and was shoving up as I thrust down and demanded that I breed him, that I mark him as mine. I don't emote, but it came on and I could feel the pleasant burn as the load moved up out of my cock. Noting my change in thrusting and breathing he sharply asked "are you cumming?" "Well then fuck me HARD!"
My load was out, but not being an asshole I kept thrusting and he started to frantically work his cock and quickly (thankfully) shot his load. I laid on him and then my cock relaxed a bit and popped out. At that point the switch flipped and the mood changed. He asked "can I shower?" and rolled out from under me and headed to the bathroom while I studied his seriously cute buns scurrying out of the room.
It was pleasant, but it was a maintenance fuck for us and pretty business like. He was soon dressed, pecked me at the door and let me know he'd keep in touch.
Since then I've gotten a number of "I can't wait till we do it again Daddy messages." His roomates are traveling in a couple of weeks so I am looking forward to reconnecting with him again soon.
I had the day off and when I woke up remembered that Mondays are one his standard days off/for me it was an anomoly. So, when I woke up I tapped him a message and was amazed by how fast he responded and that he was available; it defined serendipity. He wanted to come over immediately; I held him off arguing I needed some coffee and to wake up reading the paper. Being fully alert does enhance sex.
Well he was over in about 90 minutes. He is cute, but shy and a bit withdrawn fully clothed. He tried to break the tension with off key jokes that fall flat, but the effort is endearing. However, we were soon making out and he was groping me and on his knees throating my cock. He's got a cute, but small, cock. While I enjoy pushing his buttons, sucking him doesn't do alot for me, other than making him squirm while I work his head with the tip of my tongue while tweaking his nipples.
What I really wanted was to get at his ass. This guy is 5' 7" and 138 lb and has an adorable tight little ass that begs to be rimmed. His physiology alone allows you to do things to him with your tongue beyond what you can do to others. (Essentially to get your tongue deep deep inside him and to genuinely tongue fuck him.) I kept at it and had him panting, but he was hungry for the main course.
Now the size of my cock is substantially multiplied when playing with a guy this size. Patience was key after gradually penetrating him and then patiently waiting for his body to suck my cock into him. It is critical not to move and to allow him to adjust, both mentally and physically, to the serious stretching he's experiencing. He'd forgotten how big I am, and I needed to just hold myself up by my hands and wait for him to let me know he was ready. He then got this hard look in his eyes and started to shove back and then demanded that I fuck him.
While I was fucking him he asked if I'd make him my boy (again.) And when I said yes, he said "how?" I said I'd make him mine by breeding him. He turned into a power bottom and was shoving up as I thrust down and demanded that I breed him, that I mark him as mine. I don't emote, but it came on and I could feel the pleasant burn as the load moved up out of my cock. Noting my change in thrusting and breathing he sharply asked "are you cumming?" "Well then fuck me HARD!"
My load was out, but not being an asshole I kept thrusting and he started to frantically work his cock and quickly (thankfully) shot his load. I laid on him and then my cock relaxed a bit and popped out. At that point the switch flipped and the mood changed. He asked "can I shower?" and rolled out from under me and headed to the bathroom while I studied his seriously cute buns scurrying out of the room.
It was pleasant, but it was a maintenance fuck for us and pretty business like. He was soon dressed, pecked me at the door and let me know he'd keep in touch.
Since then I've gotten a number of "I can't wait till we do it again Daddy messages." His roomates are traveling in a couple of weeks so I am looking forward to reconnecting with him again soon.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
No Risk?
I've actually had several pleasant escapades recently that I intend to chronicle. However, this one was distinctive and pretty "interesting" so I want to record it now.
Last year I placed a CL ad and had a guy here on business check me out. He wanted to hook up when he arrived, but for whatever reason it didn't work out: something like his being available from 5:17 to 6:23 but only then on a Tuesday. Okay, fine, no loss.
Then another trip to the area he wrote and was anxious to hook up: I asked his availability and the days he was here he was either not available the nights I was, or he just didn't get back to me. Trust me, I wasn't crushed with disappointment.
So early this week he contacted me again. Now he's staying at a hotel I can walk to from my house (well not leisurely walk) so it was incredibly convenient. As it was, it almost rounded out my tour of local hotels (yeah, there are several left to go...) Well, after not being available two nights I proposed, wonder of all wonders he was available this past Wednesday. Now you might ask, why did I follow through? Well, he was actually pretty persistent this time and his pic reflected a fine looking man.
Again, another hotel with tedious "valet only" parking. Gimme a break (though, it is pretty swank.) I found on street parking allowing me to avoid a hard boiled, "knowing" look from the valet if I was to retrieve my car.
I arrived at his room and was ushered in, and he asked me "did you get my email?!" We'd exchanged some emails before I left and my last had asked whether he was cleaned out and ready. I replied I hadn't and he brusquely said "well, if you're just here to top it won't work." Okay, I try to be cool, but this was a bit strident. I know that my CL ad had indicated I wanted to top/apparently he only remembered the cock shot and that he wanted it.
So I quickly assessed the situation: I was there, I was horny, I wanted to get off, I'd gone through the tedium of finding on street parking and then treking to the hotel/I wasn't ready to throw in the towel. I decided I was okay with oral. And then I looked at him and noticed he just had a long sleeved shirt on and a very big hardon sticking out from underneath it (apparently some ambivalence/conflict in his subconscious.) So I said, what do you want to do? He said oral and body contact. Okay...
Then he insisted on making a business call, which I found really tedious. Come on! I felt it went beyond the essential but then it ended.
I stripped, he took off his shirt and embraced me. About 5' 7" and very fit and trim (a swimmer) with a decided metrosexual approach (overly groomed/he must spend hours in the bathroom trimming, pummicing and using ungents.) He actually looks a helluva lot like Anderson Cooper.
Anyway, he's a passionate kisser so alot of tongue action ensued. I knew the pits would be spotless (thank God no heavy cologne, which I was expecting, but in terms of full disclosure just having come from the office I had some cologne and deodorant on from my 6 a.m. abolutions and he didn't complain.)
He liked his neck nuzzled and liked it as I proceeded to lick down to his cock. His cock looked huge when he was standing, but I realized it was relative to his actual height. It's a nice one, but probably 6" long and 4" thick. I started to lick it and his balls and then took it into my mouth. He immediately pushed me off and said "no sucking. I am married and don't take any risks!" Okay, at that point I was thinking, this is really tedious, but I decided to give it a bit more time. I almost laughed at the no risk part. If I'd wanted to crush him like a bug I would have advised him we should then lie apart and separately stroke off if that was his rule of thumb.
So, I licked his cock and teased its head with the tip of my tongue (allowed) and licked down to his balls. Interestingly this guy did want to get rimmed. Fine with me (but I thought: moron! that's a helluva lot riskier than my sucking your cock! Your anus/colon is extremely absorbant, and what you are afraid my spit might do to your cock it will certainly deliver when I rim you. Perhaps he just thought gonhorrea was only possible if I throated his cock...)
He is a devoted swimmer and has an incredibly cute little ass. It was a genuine pleasure to rim. Again, in terms of inconsistency he wanted my tongue deep in him (glad to oblige) and kept pushing back as it probed him. Lots of saliva was getting deposited in him/probably some internal friction, albeit, minimal. Then he loved it as I rubbed my cock up and down his crack, and actually liked his hole getting teased/any substantial pressure though and he pulled back and cautioned me. Trust me, I wasn't trying to get in at that point, but did wonder whether some of this was a charade. What was particularly weird was his exclaiming "I want you to cum on my ass!" ??????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I didn't offer any response. I wasn't going to spoil the mood by calling him out.) At another point he told me how much he loves the taste of cum and wanted to lick his off my tongue. Hmmmm. (that didn't happen, btw. Apparently just pig talk.)
Overall it was actually pretty pleasant. He licked my cock alot and loved playing with it, and he also loved my laying on top of him and thrusting my cock between this thighs. Actually with him on his stomach and my doing just that I was sufficiently stimulated to pull back and to shoot on his back. He reached back and felt it and had a look of triumph on his face. He then directed me to grab a towel so he could wipe off (you bet sir!) and then rolled on to his back and stroked off, quickly shooting a truly amazing load...more than I produce in a week (little guys seem to do that.)
Then he was up, and it was over. He asked me to wait while he quickly showered (why?) I quickly dressed and impatiently waited at the door (fortunately he was quick.) There was some small talk (oddly we have some things in common/remember the six points of separation.) He gave me a peck at the door and I exited. Time elapsed: one hour.
Hmmm. It was okayish, but definitely interesting. Some short man syndrome here, I suspect. But overall recreational sex certainly introduces you to some fascinating psychology.
Last year I placed a CL ad and had a guy here on business check me out. He wanted to hook up when he arrived, but for whatever reason it didn't work out: something like his being available from 5:17 to 6:23 but only then on a Tuesday. Okay, fine, no loss.
Then another trip to the area he wrote and was anxious to hook up: I asked his availability and the days he was here he was either not available the nights I was, or he just didn't get back to me. Trust me, I wasn't crushed with disappointment.
So early this week he contacted me again. Now he's staying at a hotel I can walk to from my house (well not leisurely walk) so it was incredibly convenient. As it was, it almost rounded out my tour of local hotels (yeah, there are several left to go...) Well, after not being available two nights I proposed, wonder of all wonders he was available this past Wednesday. Now you might ask, why did I follow through? Well, he was actually pretty persistent this time and his pic reflected a fine looking man.
Again, another hotel with tedious "valet only" parking. Gimme a break (though, it is pretty swank.) I found on street parking allowing me to avoid a hard boiled, "knowing" look from the valet if I was to retrieve my car.
I arrived at his room and was ushered in, and he asked me "did you get my email?!" We'd exchanged some emails before I left and my last had asked whether he was cleaned out and ready. I replied I hadn't and he brusquely said "well, if you're just here to top it won't work." Okay, I try to be cool, but this was a bit strident. I know that my CL ad had indicated I wanted to top/apparently he only remembered the cock shot and that he wanted it.
So I quickly assessed the situation: I was there, I was horny, I wanted to get off, I'd gone through the tedium of finding on street parking and then treking to the hotel/I wasn't ready to throw in the towel. I decided I was okay with oral. And then I looked at him and noticed he just had a long sleeved shirt on and a very big hardon sticking out from underneath it (apparently some ambivalence/conflict in his subconscious.) So I said, what do you want to do? He said oral and body contact. Okay...
Then he insisted on making a business call, which I found really tedious. Come on! I felt it went beyond the essential but then it ended.
I stripped, he took off his shirt and embraced me. About 5' 7" and very fit and trim (a swimmer) with a decided metrosexual approach (overly groomed/he must spend hours in the bathroom trimming, pummicing and using ungents.) He actually looks a helluva lot like Anderson Cooper.
Anyway, he's a passionate kisser so alot of tongue action ensued. I knew the pits would be spotless (thank God no heavy cologne, which I was expecting, but in terms of full disclosure just having come from the office I had some cologne and deodorant on from my 6 a.m. abolutions and he didn't complain.)
He liked his neck nuzzled and liked it as I proceeded to lick down to his cock. His cock looked huge when he was standing, but I realized it was relative to his actual height. It's a nice one, but probably 6" long and 4" thick. I started to lick it and his balls and then took it into my mouth. He immediately pushed me off and said "no sucking. I am married and don't take any risks!" Okay, at that point I was thinking, this is really tedious, but I decided to give it a bit more time. I almost laughed at the no risk part. If I'd wanted to crush him like a bug I would have advised him we should then lie apart and separately stroke off if that was his rule of thumb.
So, I licked his cock and teased its head with the tip of my tongue (allowed) and licked down to his balls. Interestingly this guy did want to get rimmed. Fine with me (but I thought: moron! that's a helluva lot riskier than my sucking your cock! Your anus/colon is extremely absorbant, and what you are afraid my spit might do to your cock it will certainly deliver when I rim you. Perhaps he just thought gonhorrea was only possible if I throated his cock...)
He is a devoted swimmer and has an incredibly cute little ass. It was a genuine pleasure to rim. Again, in terms of inconsistency he wanted my tongue deep in him (glad to oblige) and kept pushing back as it probed him. Lots of saliva was getting deposited in him/probably some internal friction, albeit, minimal. Then he loved it as I rubbed my cock up and down his crack, and actually liked his hole getting teased/any substantial pressure though and he pulled back and cautioned me. Trust me, I wasn't trying to get in at that point, but did wonder whether some of this was a charade. What was particularly weird was his exclaiming "I want you to cum on my ass!" ??????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I didn't offer any response. I wasn't going to spoil the mood by calling him out.) At another point he told me how much he loves the taste of cum and wanted to lick his off my tongue. Hmmmm. (that didn't happen, btw. Apparently just pig talk.)
Overall it was actually pretty pleasant. He licked my cock alot and loved playing with it, and he also loved my laying on top of him and thrusting my cock between this thighs. Actually with him on his stomach and my doing just that I was sufficiently stimulated to pull back and to shoot on his back. He reached back and felt it and had a look of triumph on his face. He then directed me to grab a towel so he could wipe off (you bet sir!) and then rolled on to his back and stroked off, quickly shooting a truly amazing load...more than I produce in a week (little guys seem to do that.)
Then he was up, and it was over. He asked me to wait while he quickly showered (why?) I quickly dressed and impatiently waited at the door (fortunately he was quick.) There was some small talk (oddly we have some things in common/remember the six points of separation.) He gave me a peck at the door and I exited. Time elapsed: one hour.
Hmmm. It was okayish, but definitely interesting. Some short man syndrome here, I suspect. But overall recreational sex certainly introduces you to some fascinating psychology.
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