Okay, this installment might also be entitled Slutty Sundays, because --despite California's current drought-- when it rains, it pours. I know, enough with the metaphors.
So just after my assignation with my Filipino boy I tapped my last entry and was recharging, but still logged in to one of sites when I heard a chorus from my laptop and phone: a new message. I checked and it was from a guy I hadn't heard from in well over a year, an incredibly sexy Salvadoran guy. (It does occur to me that I seem obsessed with ethnicity, but I am pretty universal in my tastes for guys, and I find that their ethnicity enhances their specific attractiveness to me.)
We'd fallen out of contact; after our last hook up I'd messaged him a few times but got polite but disinterested responses. He's highly desirable and as a younger stud must get plenty of action. I figured the moment had passed and let it go; myself I hate guys that don't get the message that there is no interest in an encore. Pestering someone is hardly a turn on and who wants to get naked with a guy who's not especially interested?
Well this was a welcome surprise, despite my just having shot a load 90 minutes earlier. He got straight to the point (pardon the expression) and asked if I was free right then. It took me about 3 seconds to say yes. This guy is hot as hell. An earlier entry describes him in the "Sexy Salvadoran".
I jumped in the car and got to his place in about 15 minutes (thank God for late Sunday night traffic.) He rents a pristine little cottage behind some behemoth house, which is impossible to find in the dark and this time, like our last encounter, I was wandering around someone's property risking being shot or arrested as a potential burglar until I found it. He couldn't come out as he was in his jockies awaiting me. Finally I found the damn place.
When I entered he had the heat pretty cranked up (I keep my house in the 60s; his was clearly in the mid to high 70s.) He was a sight for sore eyes: a dense head of hair, dark eyes, olive skin, broad shouldered, quarter sized nipples, a minimal dusting of hair in strategic places, taut thighs and calves, absolutely beautiful feet and hands, and warm but reserved in a macho Latin manner. Also he's got a damned handsome face.
He embraced me, gave me a light kiss and made minimal polite conversation in his deep sexy voice, as I stripped and he laid on the bed. Once I was naked I joined him on the bed and he immediately wrapped his arms around me to kiss. I was struck by how incredibly good he felt; soft flesh atop muscle and his body temperature was incredibly warm. Damn, he's fine.
Soon he was sucking my cock and simultaneously playing with his. I didn't remember his cock, but I was now struck by it being really really small (uncut) and flaccid. His balls, too, are really small (this guy is about 5' 9" so he's not a shrimp otherwise.) I felt between his legs and wanted to help him out so I pushed him back and started to suck his cock; he moaned with pleasure but it remained a flat tire. I immediately thought that he'd probably been partying (a limp dick another of the many nasty consequences of meth) but his heartbeat seemed normal. Hmmm. Normally I could get a corpse hard. But, since I was in the neighborhood I licked under his balls and he immediately rolled back and lifted his ass. Then the volume went up.
Now it is a genuine joy to rim a fine manimal like him; damn he is fine. And, when you have someone so desirable whimpering with pleasure and need the sense of dominance gives you an incredible rush. This was the opposite of the night's earlier encounter: I was calling all the shots --though it was a mostly nonverbal encounter-- and he was entirely taking my direction.
While it's nice to have a guy on his back while you are eating him you really get to savor the experience with him on his stomach. He obediently rolled over and there was his incredibly beautiful ass: two taut half melons that I pulled apart to get at his hole. It was pretty relaxed (aka seemingly loose) so I imagined that he might have been fucked earlier, but there was no taste of cum. It was easy to penetrate him with my tongue and his steady purring was incredible positive reinforcement; I kept at it for a long time.
En route he asked me to stop at the drug store to get some lube: he was pretty specific about wanting Swiss Navy. However, I wanted to get there and had a new bottle of Wet in the car, which I'd placed next to the bed. After rimming him I started to rub my cock up and down his crack and when it connected with his hole he pushed back and I easily popped in; he was plenty wet and I eased in with no problem and he pushed back and was grunting with pleasure. This was clearly going to be a spit fuck.
It's hard to describe how good it felt. His guts were soft but gripped me; his ability to use his muscles was pretty amazing, and he curved his back and I felt the curves inside as I pushed into him. His body was active and responsive, not just a vessel for me to pump in and out of. All of it being enhanced by his silky, warm body. I was staring at his broad shoulders, strong back, and tapered waist as I pushed in and pulled back with him whimpering how great it felt and thrusting back to meet me and all I could think was "wow." His legs kept thrashing back and then slamming onto the bed affirming his pleasure. Damn.
Since I'd already cum earlier I wondered whether I'd shoot again. We kept at it for a long time but I knew it was cumming on. When I first met him and we'd started fucking I'd initially worn a condom, then we abandoned those in later hook ups but I pulled out to shoot. The last time we fucked I'd asked and he hesitated a moment but agreed to let me to stay in and breed him. This time I didn't ask; we were both fully lost in the moment and he was offering no direction to stop and pull out. I felt it rise and began to spurt into him and he asked "are you cumming?" and murmured how great it felt and told me to stay in him and to lie on top of him and to relax. I kept slowly thrusting and he kept moaning how good it felt as I wrapped my arms around him, kept my hard dick in his hole, and rolled us on to our sides.
It was obvious that he wasn't done or satisfied; he wanted more, confirmed by him pushing back and rooting me on by saying how great it felt. He was playing with his dick, but I could tell it wasn't hard: it was the hard dick probing his guts that was pushing his buttons and he didn't want it to stop.
Now I'd just had such a fine fuck, that while ready to be done I felt like I needed to keep fucking him out of fairness (okay guys I can hear you now "right: how altruistic...") I didn't feel right pulling out and to jump up to leave and he was clearly not done. (I was, of course, also thinking about wanting to be invited back.) So, I kept up steady thrusting in him and he kept moving about, careful to stay impaled on me, pulling his leg back and moving positions so that he could feel my cock massage him in different places. At points he'd jaggedly respond: "it's right there; ah, that's so good! Right there! Right there is the spot!" I figured out I was hitting his prostate about 3-4 inches in, but he wanted my cock in him balls deep most of the time.
It began to become an effort and I started at the clock on his dresser. I'd been there about 40 minutes; I thought I'd give it another 15 max and by then he'd be sore and ask me to pull out. Wrong. I kept at it and he kept urging me on. By now he was sweating: his back had become damp, and I noticed beads of sweat cascading down his face, and his hair at the base of his neck was damp (of course, the fucking heat was way up, but his body temperature was pretty cranked as well.) It had become a pleasant predicament for me; the guy wanted to keep getting fucked and it was evident he wasn't getting hard, though was working his cock like he wanted to get off (by this time, despite the lack of rapid heartbeat I was thinking he must have partied; something was throwing his libido off.) This went on for a very long time. I moved us around a bit, but finally I needed to pull out for awhile. My cock was now only experiencing a dull wet sensation, though I'd remained hard. I knew I needed a rest for me to regain sensation. As I pulled out I was afraid I'd see blood, or to find myself dirty from the serious pounding he was getting: but, neither.
He was disappointed but okay with spooning, but moments later was grasping my cock and pushing himself back on to it. I dutifully resumed fucking him, but it was again the same. I pulled out twice to regain sensation, but he was famished for it back in him and quickly grasped me and put it back in his ass. I kept switching positions as he half-heartedly stroked his cock, which I periodically grasped; his foreskin was running with precum but he wasn't at all hard.
Now this is probably going to sound like stroke fiction bullshit, but I'd been fucking him for well over an hour after I'd cum. I thought I was definitely done (actually had been done) but was trying to figure out a graceful exit strategy. I imagined he had to be raw by now, but he occasionally got up and pumped some of the remaining lube he had had between my cock and where I was entering him/his only (non-verbal) acknowledgement he might be getting sensitive there. Finally I said, why don't you try sitting on it. This didn't seem to be his favorite position, but he got on his knees and started to fuck himself with my cock and then got into a steady rhythm that he was enjoying. The position wasn't working for me, however, so I pushed him flat and resumed missionary fucking him. Then the sensation in my cock resumed and we started to grunt in pleasure together again. I got fully back into it and was delivering a fine fuck, giving him corkscrew grinds and pulling back with short jabs followed by full thrusts. And then I felt another load rise and spurt it him. His feline smile let me know he felt it too; surely not the load but the change in my cock and its pulsing. I sighed with a "whew" and rolled onto my side, pulling out of him. He finally seemed satisfied; I guess he wanted a second load from me more than to cum, but didn't want to say it. He smiled and said "I really liked that." Understatement of the century. He defines a greedy (but not needy) bottom.
Okay, after nearly two hours of nonstop fucking, where we were lost in each other, as close as two men could get, then we withdrew back into our respective selves and retreated to safe casual conversation about work, traffic, the weather. I said "keep in touch" assuming this was a maintenance visit for him and that I wouldn't hear from him for many months from now, if ever. However, he said with some genuineness: "you too!"
I left, returned home, and tapped him a "thanks message, with another 'keep in touch'". He quickly responded, "you too". We'll see.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Bossy Little Bottom
Just a few minutes ago my Filipino boy left. We both needed a maintenance visit, so he came by late this afternoon. He's nice, but our encounters are usually pretty primal and task oriented. When he arrives we make out and strip, but it's almost like following an instruction manual: first he puts my cock under his balls as we make out; then he drops to his knees to suck me; then he tells me to sit on the edge of the bed so that he can suck me and keep one leg up on the bed as he strokes his cock while sucking me.
As it just unfolded I was struck by a couple of things, though for the most part I enjoyed it and played along.
First, I am just amazed by how small he is: about 5' 6" or 5' 7" and probably weighs 120 lb. As he started to suck my cock it registered how big my cock was in comparison to his head and his ass. I was recognizing relative to his frame how big I am and how incredibly I must stretch him when I push into him. It must feel like taking a telephone pole for him.
But second, as we went through the ritual, it struck me that he was giving all the direction. I guess if I was going to take something that big I'd want to call the shots as well. However, I am the one usually calling the shots.
He calls me his daddy and refers to himself as my boy, and says I own his ass (the exercise is for me to mark it as mine again) and once in, he says it's all about making me feel good. But for the most part there are a lot of yellow lights and stop signs as we move along with him being the traffic cop.
I started to think about it when, after he'd just directed me to lie back so he could suck me, he next told me to lie back so that I could eat his ass, which was then in my face as he straddled me. Typically I am the one who decides when and if I am going to eat the bottom's hole (almost always, lol) but I feel like that's a call I should make since I am doing the rimming. Being told to do it kind of throws me off my game.
Now it's all great. He has a super clean ass, and moans with appreciation, and wants to make out immediately after I tongue him, but it seems almost like a role reversal. Not quite a power bottom, as I usually think of a power bottom as a guy who fucks you with his ass and demonstrates amazing muscle control squeezing you with his guts. With this "boy" (the guy is in his mid 30s) he decides when I am going into him, and is fierce about wanting you to take your time until his ring voluntarily dialates and pulls you inside him. It takes a long time for him to adjust to it and it's a very gradual process getting his body to gradually relax so that I can get balls deep -- like a l o n g time.
Tonight he straddled me. He didn't have poppers (for which I was glad; I understand why bottoms use poppers but I can't stand them; during a hook up a month ago the guy spilled them all over the bed and I got a headache from the stench) so it took quite awhile for his body to allow entry and for him to take it: rather than inch by inch it was like millimeter by millimeter. However, that also added to the experience as I could feel it as he gradually opened, as my cockhead gradually popped in and then as he very gradually took one inch, two inches, three inches... The intimacy was enhanced by seeing his determination as he grimaced and then hungrily bent down to repeatedly make out with me as he forced more of my cock into him. He told me that I was the last one to fuck him, so he was really tight and needed me to take it easy (that seems to be an echo in my encounters, as of late...)
When I finally got balls deep, he was okay with my thrusting up and said yes when I asked if he was ready for me to fuck him; he was almost ready for me to take over. Almost. He wanted to be on his back. As we separated and he started to lie on his back I wondered how long before we'd get me all the way back in: when I first entered him he grimaced and hissed, but then he said "fuck me daddy! My ass is yours daddy. I want you to use it to make you feel good; it's all about you feeling good!"
However, he was now really enjoying it. At first he said "you like it slow, don't you? That's fine; however daddy likes it!" But then he wanted to me to pound it into him. At first he had his hand stroking his cock (which makes me want to swat it away: let me cum first dude, then we'll worry about your dick!) but he pulled his hand away and submitted totally to focus on being fucked.
His ass does fit around my cock like a glove. There was no question he was going to get my load; the question only seemed to be how long. As I was now fucking him with no reservations he was rooting me on and invited me to fuck him twice (the usual pre-orgasm "eyes are bigger than your stomach" mentality. Once he came he was done, but so was I.) It felt really nice: smooth, warm, tight. I decided to just go with it when I felt the first wave. As in the past, he got really excited when he realized I was cumming and asked me to keep fucking him while he stroked off. I was good with that and kept going, fucking my load deep up into him. And then he started to cum: like most little guys I have played with he shoots long streams of cum across his stomach (this time he didn't hit the wall.)
He asked me to keep still inside him after he came. I briefly touched his nipple and the added sensation caused him to shiver from over stimulation. Then suddenly he was making mundane chit chat, while my hard cock was still deep in his ass! It was all good though.
I asked him if he was ready and I withdrew. He was super concerned about whether he was clean and carefully wrapped a hand towel around my cock after I exited but I assured him we were okay (I have super sensitive olafactory senses and knew before looking he was as clean as a whistle.) But then he asked me if I'd turn the water on in the shower for him. Bossy bottom again (or, prince.) After he was rinsed off we made cursory conversation as I walked him to the door. He hopes I'll wake up early tomorrow to fuck him as I have the day off and he has to work (it's not likely to happen...)
Anyway, it felt good, but I always feel like the shoe is on the other foot with him.
As it just unfolded I was struck by a couple of things, though for the most part I enjoyed it and played along.
First, I am just amazed by how small he is: about 5' 6" or 5' 7" and probably weighs 120 lb. As he started to suck my cock it registered how big my cock was in comparison to his head and his ass. I was recognizing relative to his frame how big I am and how incredibly I must stretch him when I push into him. It must feel like taking a telephone pole for him.
But second, as we went through the ritual, it struck me that he was giving all the direction. I guess if I was going to take something that big I'd want to call the shots as well. However, I am the one usually calling the shots.
He calls me his daddy and refers to himself as my boy, and says I own his ass (the exercise is for me to mark it as mine again) and once in, he says it's all about making me feel good. But for the most part there are a lot of yellow lights and stop signs as we move along with him being the traffic cop.
I started to think about it when, after he'd just directed me to lie back so he could suck me, he next told me to lie back so that I could eat his ass, which was then in my face as he straddled me. Typically I am the one who decides when and if I am going to eat the bottom's hole (almost always, lol) but I feel like that's a call I should make since I am doing the rimming. Being told to do it kind of throws me off my game.
Now it's all great. He has a super clean ass, and moans with appreciation, and wants to make out immediately after I tongue him, but it seems almost like a role reversal. Not quite a power bottom, as I usually think of a power bottom as a guy who fucks you with his ass and demonstrates amazing muscle control squeezing you with his guts. With this "boy" (the guy is in his mid 30s) he decides when I am going into him, and is fierce about wanting you to take your time until his ring voluntarily dialates and pulls you inside him. It takes a long time for him to adjust to it and it's a very gradual process getting his body to gradually relax so that I can get balls deep -- like a l o n g time.
Tonight he straddled me. He didn't have poppers (for which I was glad; I understand why bottoms use poppers but I can't stand them; during a hook up a month ago the guy spilled them all over the bed and I got a headache from the stench) so it took quite awhile for his body to allow entry and for him to take it: rather than inch by inch it was like millimeter by millimeter. However, that also added to the experience as I could feel it as he gradually opened, as my cockhead gradually popped in and then as he very gradually took one inch, two inches, three inches... The intimacy was enhanced by seeing his determination as he grimaced and then hungrily bent down to repeatedly make out with me as he forced more of my cock into him. He told me that I was the last one to fuck him, so he was really tight and needed me to take it easy (that seems to be an echo in my encounters, as of late...)
When I finally got balls deep, he was okay with my thrusting up and said yes when I asked if he was ready for me to fuck him; he was almost ready for me to take over. Almost. He wanted to be on his back. As we separated and he started to lie on his back I wondered how long before we'd get me all the way back in: when I first entered him he grimaced and hissed, but then he said "fuck me daddy! My ass is yours daddy. I want you to use it to make you feel good; it's all about you feeling good!"
However, he was now really enjoying it. At first he said "you like it slow, don't you? That's fine; however daddy likes it!" But then he wanted to me to pound it into him. At first he had his hand stroking his cock (which makes me want to swat it away: let me cum first dude, then we'll worry about your dick!) but he pulled his hand away and submitted totally to focus on being fucked.
His ass does fit around my cock like a glove. There was no question he was going to get my load; the question only seemed to be how long. As I was now fucking him with no reservations he was rooting me on and invited me to fuck him twice (the usual pre-orgasm "eyes are bigger than your stomach" mentality. Once he came he was done, but so was I.) It felt really nice: smooth, warm, tight. I decided to just go with it when I felt the first wave. As in the past, he got really excited when he realized I was cumming and asked me to keep fucking him while he stroked off. I was good with that and kept going, fucking my load deep up into him. And then he started to cum: like most little guys I have played with he shoots long streams of cum across his stomach (this time he didn't hit the wall.)
He asked me to keep still inside him after he came. I briefly touched his nipple and the added sensation caused him to shiver from over stimulation. Then suddenly he was making mundane chit chat, while my hard cock was still deep in his ass! It was all good though.
I asked him if he was ready and I withdrew. He was super concerned about whether he was clean and carefully wrapped a hand towel around my cock after I exited but I assured him we were okay (I have super sensitive olafactory senses and knew before looking he was as clean as a whistle.) But then he asked me if I'd turn the water on in the shower for him. Bossy bottom again (or, prince.) After he was rinsed off we made cursory conversation as I walked him to the door. He hopes I'll wake up early tomorrow to fuck him as I have the day off and he has to work (it's not likely to happen...)
Anyway, it felt good, but I always feel like the shoe is on the other foot with him.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Reblazing My Trail
Well, still need to chronicle a number of episodes from the last month or so, but having had some time off surrounding the holidays I was able to reconnect with some fuck buddies who had fallen out of my solar system.
A couple of days ago in my last post I recounted my visit to the sexy bear to the north. The past two days I managed scratch my itch connecting with two other fuck buddy bears, and have been reapproached a couple of times recently by the aforementioned "vgl muscular" guy; yesterday he wrote "I really want to feel your fat dick in my ass again". Such poetry. (However, a couple of other random messages from him about wanting to get fucked and having a place to connect, followed by silence...Honestly I am flattered, but other than his incredibly hot body and watching him spew copious amounts of cum, fucking him is often awkward and unsatisfying experience: he doesn't kiss, seems relatively absent while I am fucking him, we mechanically jump up/wipe up and dress afterwards, and unless I host it's takes place on the floor of some vacant condo. But here I am rambling again...) But, I admittedly do tend to feel like I haven't maximized a day off unless I have managed to have some quality mansex.
After a several day hiatus with only my hand for company last Friday I logged into the various sites with few bites (it was a week day, duh...) and, being totally horned, even posted on Craig's List. Now I apparently must be doing something weird with the CL settings because my posting doesn't appear in the regular list, but it was appearing in some new (?) queues when I started to try to figure out where the hell my ad had gone. Anyway, a furry cub who I have very randomly hooked up with suddenly sent me a text asking if I was horny. I quickly did the math and figured my CL ad must be somewhere in locate-able cyberspace because that's how this cub and I originally connected (he later confirmed he's seen that morning'sad and I'd prevented him from jerking off to ads. I guess that's a sort of back handed compliment.)
This guy is cute as hell, early fifties, rounded tummy but firm all over (phenomenal calves) and has a fine covering of fur (but not werewolf like.) Anyway, he needed time to prep and he was greeting me in his bathrobe two hours later. As soon as I was in the door he was shyly rubbing my clothed thighs and patting my ass as he led me into the bedroom and hungrily watched me as I stripped.
He advised me he hadn't been fucked since I'd done it last (I was prepared for him to have grown a new hymen -- it was about April) as a subtle means of conveying he wanted me to take it easy (I always do unless the bottom is begging me to piston it in.) This guy's usual mo is as an incredible cocksucker and this time was no different, though he was really enjoying getting sucked as well (he has a much smaller cock, but it's nice to play with) and went crazy when I started to eat his ass. He has a lovely, furry bubble butt and I got lost in pulling his cheeks apart and feasting on his hole and tongue fucking him. It's an amazing rush to have a guy thrashing around, gasping, and thrusting his ass back for you to penetrate it with your tongue. Do it for long enough and the guy will be begging for your cock. This was no different.
When he asked me to come over he asked me to bring lube (so if you don't get fucked what did you do with the lube I left last time...? Lol.) I slicked up and gently got him slippery and then slowly pressed my cock head against him till it popped in and I then stopped; he gasped with pleasure, but I held it there till he started pushing back. His ass was nice and snug and I took it easy, but he was incredibly hungry for it (especially for a guy that rarely gets fucked) and I was soon balls deep and he was growling for me to let him have it. I took it easy but got into fucking him in a rhythmic, but not rough, steady action. It felt great and I periodically pulled back to partially exit him and reenter to massage his opening and then to only give him 3-4 inches searching for his prostate. By then he was putty in my hands. Having all too often focused on hold off cumming to keep the bottom satisfied, only to get past the point of my being able to cum and fucking till the bottom can't take any more, lately I've been letting it go when I feel the first wave coming on; usually about 15 minutes after penetrating the guy. Though I am not dramatic or vocal (I focus my mental energy on my dick, not my vocal cords when cumming) steady regulars can usually sense when I am shooting my load. (As they advise me, they can feel my thrusting change, my cock stiffening, and sense when I abrupting hold still that I am spewing it. Most immediately push back and clamp down.) However, this guy apparently didn't, though I usually gasp and my breathing changes when I cum.
I eased out of him and rolled onto my side and alternately massaged his balls and stroked his cock and after a few minutes he reached down to his ass and examined his fingers and said "did you cum?" I responded that I thought he'd known (he seemed to be pushing back to get it) but he didn't. Reaching back again he then raised his fingers to his nose and said "yeah, I can smell your cum that is dripping out of my ass."
Soon after we were spooning and he pushed back for he to reenter him and then got into some dedicated stroking and shot his load. I stuck my fingers in the pooled cum and licked them, which seemed to startle him (I'd just left a couple of tablespoons in him, but my tasting his seemed to throw him off. Go figure.)
This guy is actually pretty cool and interesting, and we laid back and got to bullshitting. I started to stroke his back and thighs and was hoping he was up for a second round, but didn't get a response (I hate to ask) so after the conversation wound down I got up and started to get dressed. He walked me to the door, and pecked me on the lips. Guess I can look forward to a possible encore around St. Patrick's Day or Easter, when he next needs a maintenance call. Btw, gents, he's a nurse (reference my earlier posting on nurses.)
Well, while on a roll of renewing "acquaintances" after missing each other all summer and fall (granted, half the time it was because I was traveling) the Arab and I connected last Saturday. And, wonder of all wonders, then again this morning!
Now when I connect with him we both fully get lost in the frenzy once we get naked and get to it, but after we cum and chat a bit, it's strictly on to other business. While we are totally engaged while at it, our encounters are pretty task oriented and once the deed is done it's totally over. Little afterglow and no trying for a second load. Both last week and this morning I was in and out (pardon the pun) in 60 minutes or less (and that was including a quick shower.)
It was great to reconnect with him. He is both hunky and kind of homely; very macho looking, big thick mustache, firm toned, hairy body, rugged but not a handsome man. However, a warm smile and has an insatiable sexual appetite --until he cums. Then he detaches and his mind is focused on the next thing.
Each time when I arrived he greeted me naked and we made out for a long time, letting up for me to pull off various articles of clothing. The minute the jockeys come off, though, he's on his knees sucking my cock. At a certain point he stands up and places my cock under his balls and makes out some more and then, after a period, non-verbally communicates he hopes I'll suck his cock too. Then we will find ourselves on the bed entwined.
This morning he was in a pretty passionate mood and we made out for a long time, and took lengthy breaks from sucking each other to make out some more. I was trying to work out his load, but he wanted to get fucked before cumming. He was really into having his nips worked and I lightly chewed on them while dry humping him, and he reached down to grasp my cock and press it against his hole; I soon felt myself going into him dry and he was grunting with pleasure.
Actually today he was incredibly passionate. Typically throughout our encounters he steadily murmurs "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" but today it was pretty intense grunting and groaning and growling that was letting me know he was seriously cranked.
Well after penetrating him I pulled back; it felt good even if dry (he was a bit damp from cleaning out) but despite his eagerness I didn't want a rough fuck that would wear out his ass and my cock simultaneously. So I rolled him onto his stomach and got into some devoted rimming. I kept at it for a long time (he has a great ass and is immaculately cleaned out when I arrive) so it was a pleasure to have my tongue probing his moist soft hole; I was genuinely getting about an inch of it into his ass to tongue fuck him and we were both enjoying it. But by that time I was also dry humping his bed and my cock had other ideas. So I grabbed the "elbow grease" and slattered my cock, moistened his hole and eased in.
Both this morning and and a week ago it was a nice fuck. He loves to bottom and it was fully working for me; I fucked him for a long time, but knew with confidence I'd give him my load. Ever since he grew secure with my cumming in him he is seriously disappointed if I don't breed him. Fortunately he's laid off begging for my load while I am fucking him (which totally throws off my concentration and actually has the opposite effect.) I didn't think about it these past two times and after some quality fucking (today he he wanted a piston fuck) it naturally came on and I just enjoyed letting go. He knew immediately last week and this morning and grunted with pleasure and pushed back and clamped down as I let it go; I knew not to roll onto my side till he was satisfied that he'd gotten it all. When I did roll (with him) back so that we were on our respective sides he made sure I was still in him and stroked off. Knowing my load was in him brought him over the top quickly. What drives me a little crazy is that before I cum I really want to take a guy's load in my mouth; once I've shot, however, the thought kind of turns me off (but, like Chinese food I am hungry again an hour later.)
Well, today I dispensed with the shower to wait till I got home, and after some chit chat was up and out of there. Actually I got the impression that today if I'd been interested in a second round he'd have been game. Perhaps it was because we connected mid morning instead of afternoon. But, it was still pretty brief; okay perhaps no more than 70 minutes. But, I left satisfied that I'd reestablished my territory. And, knowing the Arab, I know he was satisfied feeling it slowly trickle out of his hole for a while after I left.
A couple of days ago in my last post I recounted my visit to the sexy bear to the north. The past two days I managed scratch my itch connecting with two other fuck buddy bears, and have been reapproached a couple of times recently by the aforementioned "vgl muscular" guy; yesterday he wrote "I really want to feel your fat dick in my ass again". Such poetry. (However, a couple of other random messages from him about wanting to get fucked and having a place to connect, followed by silence...Honestly I am flattered, but other than his incredibly hot body and watching him spew copious amounts of cum, fucking him is often awkward and unsatisfying experience: he doesn't kiss, seems relatively absent while I am fucking him, we mechanically jump up/wipe up and dress afterwards, and unless I host it's takes place on the floor of some vacant condo. But here I am rambling again...) But, I admittedly do tend to feel like I haven't maximized a day off unless I have managed to have some quality mansex.
After a several day hiatus with only my hand for company last Friday I logged into the various sites with few bites (it was a week day, duh...) and, being totally horned, even posted on Craig's List. Now I apparently must be doing something weird with the CL settings because my posting doesn't appear in the regular list, but it was appearing in some new (?) queues when I started to try to figure out where the hell my ad had gone. Anyway, a furry cub who I have very randomly hooked up with suddenly sent me a text asking if I was horny. I quickly did the math and figured my CL ad must be somewhere in locate-able cyberspace because that's how this cub and I originally connected (he later confirmed he's seen that morning'sad and I'd prevented him from jerking off to ads. I guess that's a sort of back handed compliment.)
This guy is cute as hell, early fifties, rounded tummy but firm all over (phenomenal calves) and has a fine covering of fur (but not werewolf like.) Anyway, he needed time to prep and he was greeting me in his bathrobe two hours later. As soon as I was in the door he was shyly rubbing my clothed thighs and patting my ass as he led me into the bedroom and hungrily watched me as I stripped.
He advised me he hadn't been fucked since I'd done it last (I was prepared for him to have grown a new hymen -- it was about April) as a subtle means of conveying he wanted me to take it easy (I always do unless the bottom is begging me to piston it in.) This guy's usual mo is as an incredible cocksucker and this time was no different, though he was really enjoying getting sucked as well (he has a much smaller cock, but it's nice to play with) and went crazy when I started to eat his ass. He has a lovely, furry bubble butt and I got lost in pulling his cheeks apart and feasting on his hole and tongue fucking him. It's an amazing rush to have a guy thrashing around, gasping, and thrusting his ass back for you to penetrate it with your tongue. Do it for long enough and the guy will be begging for your cock. This was no different.
When he asked me to come over he asked me to bring lube (so if you don't get fucked what did you do with the lube I left last time...? Lol.) I slicked up and gently got him slippery and then slowly pressed my cock head against him till it popped in and I then stopped; he gasped with pleasure, but I held it there till he started pushing back. His ass was nice and snug and I took it easy, but he was incredibly hungry for it (especially for a guy that rarely gets fucked) and I was soon balls deep and he was growling for me to let him have it. I took it easy but got into fucking him in a rhythmic, but not rough, steady action. It felt great and I periodically pulled back to partially exit him and reenter to massage his opening and then to only give him 3-4 inches searching for his prostate. By then he was putty in my hands. Having all too often focused on hold off cumming to keep the bottom satisfied, only to get past the point of my being able to cum and fucking till the bottom can't take any more, lately I've been letting it go when I feel the first wave coming on; usually about 15 minutes after penetrating the guy. Though I am not dramatic or vocal (I focus my mental energy on my dick, not my vocal cords when cumming) steady regulars can usually sense when I am shooting my load. (As they advise me, they can feel my thrusting change, my cock stiffening, and sense when I abrupting hold still that I am spewing it. Most immediately push back and clamp down.) However, this guy apparently didn't, though I usually gasp and my breathing changes when I cum.
I eased out of him and rolled onto my side and alternately massaged his balls and stroked his cock and after a few minutes he reached down to his ass and examined his fingers and said "did you cum?" I responded that I thought he'd known (he seemed to be pushing back to get it) but he didn't. Reaching back again he then raised his fingers to his nose and said "yeah, I can smell your cum that is dripping out of my ass."
Soon after we were spooning and he pushed back for he to reenter him and then got into some dedicated stroking and shot his load. I stuck my fingers in the pooled cum and licked them, which seemed to startle him (I'd just left a couple of tablespoons in him, but my tasting his seemed to throw him off. Go figure.)
This guy is actually pretty cool and interesting, and we laid back and got to bullshitting. I started to stroke his back and thighs and was hoping he was up for a second round, but didn't get a response (I hate to ask) so after the conversation wound down I got up and started to get dressed. He walked me to the door, and pecked me on the lips. Guess I can look forward to a possible encore around St. Patrick's Day or Easter, when he next needs a maintenance call. Btw, gents, he's a nurse (reference my earlier posting on nurses.)
Well, while on a roll of renewing "acquaintances" after missing each other all summer and fall (granted, half the time it was because I was traveling) the Arab and I connected last Saturday. And, wonder of all wonders, then again this morning!
Now when I connect with him we both fully get lost in the frenzy once we get naked and get to it, but after we cum and chat a bit, it's strictly on to other business. While we are totally engaged while at it, our encounters are pretty task oriented and once the deed is done it's totally over. Little afterglow and no trying for a second load. Both last week and this morning I was in and out (pardon the pun) in 60 minutes or less (and that was including a quick shower.)
It was great to reconnect with him. He is both hunky and kind of homely; very macho looking, big thick mustache, firm toned, hairy body, rugged but not a handsome man. However, a warm smile and has an insatiable sexual appetite --until he cums. Then he detaches and his mind is focused on the next thing.
Each time when I arrived he greeted me naked and we made out for a long time, letting up for me to pull off various articles of clothing. The minute the jockeys come off, though, he's on his knees sucking my cock. At a certain point he stands up and places my cock under his balls and makes out some more and then, after a period, non-verbally communicates he hopes I'll suck his cock too. Then we will find ourselves on the bed entwined.
This morning he was in a pretty passionate mood and we made out for a long time, and took lengthy breaks from sucking each other to make out some more. I was trying to work out his load, but he wanted to get fucked before cumming. He was really into having his nips worked and I lightly chewed on them while dry humping him, and he reached down to grasp my cock and press it against his hole; I soon felt myself going into him dry and he was grunting with pleasure.
Actually today he was incredibly passionate. Typically throughout our encounters he steadily murmurs "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" but today it was pretty intense grunting and groaning and growling that was letting me know he was seriously cranked.
Well after penetrating him I pulled back; it felt good even if dry (he was a bit damp from cleaning out) but despite his eagerness I didn't want a rough fuck that would wear out his ass and my cock simultaneously. So I rolled him onto his stomach and got into some devoted rimming. I kept at it for a long time (he has a great ass and is immaculately cleaned out when I arrive) so it was a pleasure to have my tongue probing his moist soft hole; I was genuinely getting about an inch of it into his ass to tongue fuck him and we were both enjoying it. But by that time I was also dry humping his bed and my cock had other ideas. So I grabbed the "elbow grease" and slattered my cock, moistened his hole and eased in.
Both this morning and and a week ago it was a nice fuck. He loves to bottom and it was fully working for me; I fucked him for a long time, but knew with confidence I'd give him my load. Ever since he grew secure with my cumming in him he is seriously disappointed if I don't breed him. Fortunately he's laid off begging for my load while I am fucking him (which totally throws off my concentration and actually has the opposite effect.) I didn't think about it these past two times and after some quality fucking (today he he wanted a piston fuck) it naturally came on and I just enjoyed letting go. He knew immediately last week and this morning and grunted with pleasure and pushed back and clamped down as I let it go; I knew not to roll onto my side till he was satisfied that he'd gotten it all. When I did roll (with him) back so that we were on our respective sides he made sure I was still in him and stroked off. Knowing my load was in him brought him over the top quickly. What drives me a little crazy is that before I cum I really want to take a guy's load in my mouth; once I've shot, however, the thought kind of turns me off (but, like Chinese food I am hungry again an hour later.)
Well, today I dispensed with the shower to wait till I got home, and after some chit chat was up and out of there. Actually I got the impression that today if I'd been interested in a second round he'd have been game. Perhaps it was because we connected mid morning instead of afternoon. But, it was still pretty brief; okay perhaps no more than 70 minutes. But, I left satisfied that I'd reestablished my territory. And, knowing the Arab, I know he was satisfied feeling it slowly trickle out of his hole for a while after I left.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Beary Christmas
Well, I have taken quite the hiatus from this blog. Work was busy as hell prior to Christmas, and the holiday season itself is quite the time suck. So, while I have been up to antics getting my dick wet, I haven't felt inspired to chronicle them here for awhile. Admittedly, however, the tumblr blog has become a compulsion, but then it's far more responsive. Writing here is almost reminiscent of being a goldfish in a small tank. Okay, enough with the obtuse metaphors.
The other day I met up with a fb older bear I hook up with periodically. He is sweet, and great sex and whenever we connect it is an incredibly satisfying time.
He defines bear in many ways, but isn't particularly hairy. He's about 5' 11" and has a large, but firm, rounded belly with some fur, but underneath the padding --which he wears well-- he's got lots of muscle. As he stripped I was struck by his smooth, muscular calves, accompanied by beautiful feet. But getting to the good parts, he has a nice, smooth, firm ass that is great to eat, and provides me with regular reinforcement grunting with pleasure as I stick my tongue up in it. His is one of those asses that actually opens up for you, so that you can literally tongue fuck him.
The sex this occasion was just great. Neither of us was in any hurry, so we were mellow and gradually got there, enjoying every stop along the way. We stood making out, and gradually peeled off our clothes as the journey continued, eventually grasping our cocks together, mine under his with my head nuzzled under his balls.
He has an incredibly fine, thick log of an uncut cock, and I dropped to my knees and proceeded to give him a devoted blowjob -- he was really enjoying it, and I could tell the intensity of my focus on it through him off as we both knew I was there to give him the deep fucking that he loves. But his cock just tasted so good, and was so much fun to throat while I stroked his taint and big hairy balls. He pulled me on to the bed to savor it. Soon he was reciprocating and clearly loves my cock as well, and it was hot to lie back and to watch him get lost in sucking it; it was evident that it took him to another place. We went back and forth in an oral focus: sucking, my rimming him, making out. But it became time and we were both hungry for me to fuck him.
I pressed into him after a seeming marathon job of rimming him (an immaculate ass, but he was giving off some mild fresh musk that made eating him addictive) so he was incredibly wet. However, while he was fine with spit and I was drooling spit into his crack --porn style-- I knew it was going to feel better with a tad of lube, tad being the operative term. A good fuck can be ruined by too much lube (and I'd just had a hook up where the guy brought astroglide, which is absolutely terrible and can nearly assure I won't cum while fucking. It's as bad as KY, ugh!)
Anyway, slickening my cock a bit I slid back in and got into giving him a nice old fashioned fuck: a couple of pillows underneath him so his ass was slightly raised and I could focus on wrapping my arms around him, pressing my stomach to his back and sucking the back of his neck. Damn it was fine. He normally has a intense, almost high pitched chattiness when he talks, but it was interesting how his voice grew low, slowly grunting with pleasure and encouragement. I felt no pressure and eventually was enjoying feeling my cum spurting into him. He sensed it and wordlessly pushed back and clamped down. As I slid out he rolled onto his back and stroked out a load. It was another of those cases where I really envisioned him shooting it into my mouth, and really wanted to swallow it --before I came-- but once I'd shot I didn't want it and was glad to simply mop it up with a hand towel.
We laid side by side and caught up and he got into his usual manic chattiness, which almost drove me nuts, but he's so sweet that I wanted to give him a receptive audience. But I almost wanted more, and pushed closer to him, threw my leg on top of his, and lightly stroked his bod while he chatted on. He took a breath, finally, and I pulled him to me and we started to make out, and taking the cue he rolled on to his side and I pushed in.
This was a different type of fuck: it felt great but I only had about 4 to 5 inches in him but the angle was providing me enough friction and was stretching him in different fashion. My cock head was feeling the magic and shortly after I gave up another load, which he definitely wanted and felt. As I drove home later I was feeling that incredibly pleasing drained balls sensation. God it was good.
The week before I'd reconnected with the Piano Man, chronicled here in earlier postings. We hadn't hooked up in a year! This was despite several overtures from him and several near misses. Neither of us being able to host we connected at a local cheap hotel again -- "our place".
It was good to see him again. Another firm, big bellied guy with broad shoulders (a lovely back, in fact, that I like licking up his spine from his waist to his neck) with a nice bubble butt, small soft hands and feet (but he's 5' 11") and a short but incredibly thick cock, and massive hairy balls.
He loves sucking my cock as well as making out and, of course, likes to get his ass eaten. It was all good, but I was suffering from being somewhat hung over followed by insomnia, and then first thing in the morning beating off to relieve the pressure. Normally that wouldn't prevent me from producing a second load eight hours later, but I didn't stop to get some Wet and he brought the Astroglide described above. (Interestingly, it kind of gummed up and was almost like snot on my dick later: yuck.) I fucked him for a long time, and he was loving it but Mr. Cock wasn't giving up his load. However, we were enjoying the entire scene and after my easing out several times to cool down and then reenter him, we were making out and he was vigorously massaging and stroking my cock and it came on. I normally don't emote but it felt great and he started to grin as he watched me contort as he grasped my cock and worked out a load from it. Shortly after he was lying back and stroking and shot an amazing load: I got a vicarious buzz simply watching the warm wetness splash out of him and run down his belly. It was fun, but I was mad at myself for stroking off early that morning. He had fun though and recently wrote me to stress we need to reconnect more often in the coming (hopefully cumming) year.
Well, there are other tales to tell, and hopefully I'll get to them, but these two will need to suffice for the present.
The other day I met up with a fb older bear I hook up with periodically. He is sweet, and great sex and whenever we connect it is an incredibly satisfying time.
He defines bear in many ways, but isn't particularly hairy. He's about 5' 11" and has a large, but firm, rounded belly with some fur, but underneath the padding --which he wears well-- he's got lots of muscle. As he stripped I was struck by his smooth, muscular calves, accompanied by beautiful feet. But getting to the good parts, he has a nice, smooth, firm ass that is great to eat, and provides me with regular reinforcement grunting with pleasure as I stick my tongue up in it. His is one of those asses that actually opens up for you, so that you can literally tongue fuck him.
The sex this occasion was just great. Neither of us was in any hurry, so we were mellow and gradually got there, enjoying every stop along the way. We stood making out, and gradually peeled off our clothes as the journey continued, eventually grasping our cocks together, mine under his with my head nuzzled under his balls.
He has an incredibly fine, thick log of an uncut cock, and I dropped to my knees and proceeded to give him a devoted blowjob -- he was really enjoying it, and I could tell the intensity of my focus on it through him off as we both knew I was there to give him the deep fucking that he loves. But his cock just tasted so good, and was so much fun to throat while I stroked his taint and big hairy balls. He pulled me on to the bed to savor it. Soon he was reciprocating and clearly loves my cock as well, and it was hot to lie back and to watch him get lost in sucking it; it was evident that it took him to another place. We went back and forth in an oral focus: sucking, my rimming him, making out. But it became time and we were both hungry for me to fuck him.
I pressed into him after a seeming marathon job of rimming him (an immaculate ass, but he was giving off some mild fresh musk that made eating him addictive) so he was incredibly wet. However, while he was fine with spit and I was drooling spit into his crack --porn style-- I knew it was going to feel better with a tad of lube, tad being the operative term. A good fuck can be ruined by too much lube (and I'd just had a hook up where the guy brought astroglide, which is absolutely terrible and can nearly assure I won't cum while fucking. It's as bad as KY, ugh!)
Anyway, slickening my cock a bit I slid back in and got into giving him a nice old fashioned fuck: a couple of pillows underneath him so his ass was slightly raised and I could focus on wrapping my arms around him, pressing my stomach to his back and sucking the back of his neck. Damn it was fine. He normally has a intense, almost high pitched chattiness when he talks, but it was interesting how his voice grew low, slowly grunting with pleasure and encouragement. I felt no pressure and eventually was enjoying feeling my cum spurting into him. He sensed it and wordlessly pushed back and clamped down. As I slid out he rolled onto his back and stroked out a load. It was another of those cases where I really envisioned him shooting it into my mouth, and really wanted to swallow it --before I came-- but once I'd shot I didn't want it and was glad to simply mop it up with a hand towel.
We laid side by side and caught up and he got into his usual manic chattiness, which almost drove me nuts, but he's so sweet that I wanted to give him a receptive audience. But I almost wanted more, and pushed closer to him, threw my leg on top of his, and lightly stroked his bod while he chatted on. He took a breath, finally, and I pulled him to me and we started to make out, and taking the cue he rolled on to his side and I pushed in.
This was a different type of fuck: it felt great but I only had about 4 to 5 inches in him but the angle was providing me enough friction and was stretching him in different fashion. My cock head was feeling the magic and shortly after I gave up another load, which he definitely wanted and felt. As I drove home later I was feeling that incredibly pleasing drained balls sensation. God it was good.
The week before I'd reconnected with the Piano Man, chronicled here in earlier postings. We hadn't hooked up in a year! This was despite several overtures from him and several near misses. Neither of us being able to host we connected at a local cheap hotel again -- "our place".
It was good to see him again. Another firm, big bellied guy with broad shoulders (a lovely back, in fact, that I like licking up his spine from his waist to his neck) with a nice bubble butt, small soft hands and feet (but he's 5' 11") and a short but incredibly thick cock, and massive hairy balls.
He loves sucking my cock as well as making out and, of course, likes to get his ass eaten. It was all good, but I was suffering from being somewhat hung over followed by insomnia, and then first thing in the morning beating off to relieve the pressure. Normally that wouldn't prevent me from producing a second load eight hours later, but I didn't stop to get some Wet and he brought the Astroglide described above. (Interestingly, it kind of gummed up and was almost like snot on my dick later: yuck.) I fucked him for a long time, and he was loving it but Mr. Cock wasn't giving up his load. However, we were enjoying the entire scene and after my easing out several times to cool down and then reenter him, we were making out and he was vigorously massaging and stroking my cock and it came on. I normally don't emote but it felt great and he started to grin as he watched me contort as he grasped my cock and worked out a load from it. Shortly after he was lying back and stroking and shot an amazing load: I got a vicarious buzz simply watching the warm wetness splash out of him and run down his belly. It was fun, but I was mad at myself for stroking off early that morning. He had fun though and recently wrote me to stress we need to reconnect more often in the coming (hopefully cumming) year.
Well, there are other tales to tell, and hopefully I'll get to them, but these two will need to suffice for the present.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Black Nail Polish
Well, I had to go into the office today to catch up, but having gotten up early and slowly acclimating to the day I logged on to the usual sites and a message blinked from a handsome young African American. Well, I thought he was African American, but he's bi-racial (though I am not good at this fraction thing, but then I tend to see people as people.) Anyway, he had a cavity he needed filled and was looking for a "dentist" (yeah, I have just the tool: har, har, har, har!)
As it ended up he was staying at a hotel walking distance from my house (well, a healthy walk of 20 minutes.) I chose to drive when he invited me over. He's been here on work assignment for months (and I am just connecting with him?!) I'd been noting he'd been checking me out for the past week or so.
Within less than an hour, after showering and dressing for the day I was tapping on his room door. Amazingly close and convenient. He opened the door and there was a guy far handsomer than his pics: I'd describe him as cute as a bug's ear. Full trimmed beard, beautiful eyes, great smile, close cut hair (a fade) and very stylish for a man in jockey briefs, a tee shirt and mini socks (whatever they call them.) He is very gracious and immediately asked if he could offer me anything: water? I declined and smiled as he invited me to get comfortable.
I took it slow, which was an intuitive strategy. I removed my shoes and jacket and we started to make out. He's a passionate (and damned good) kisser and I knew to savor that before trying to get to second base. He clearly got lost in the kissing, but I massaged his clothed ass, and he my crotch. I got up and shed most of my clothing and he intuited to lose his; except the tiny socks. I bent down and said "may I?" and pulled them off, and then found beautifully pedicured feet with flawless black nail polish. I remarked "cute" and he smiled.
This guy is fine: firm everywhere; nice muscular thighs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a nice meaty but not long cock (about 6" but very handsome, and it was fully engorged.) Interesting, his hair was characteristically African American: tight, coarse, and curled on his thighs and framing his crotch, but the hair under his arms was long, soft, and characteristically European. He got the best of all the genes.
While we continued to make out he wanted at my cock and proceeded to worship it with his mouth. He laid down on top of me and positioned my cock under his balls and started to whinney; he got it so that my cock head was brushing his hole, and I knew what this meant. His profile had read the usual "safe sex only" and I'd asked him if he had the needed supplies and he said yes, but it was clear early on no glove was going to be involved.
I rolled him on to his back and started to suck his cock (he was vocal as I throated it) but I knew he wanted attention paid to his ass, not his cock, and as I licked under his hairy balls he got increasingly vocal. I teased his hole with my tongue, but wanted to reduce him to jelly, so I rolled him over and pulled his cheeks apart and gave him a proper rim job.
Well, as good a rim job as I could with a guy thrashing and humping the bed and moving back and forth in ecstasy, His ass is taut and I needed to pull his cheeks apart, but got him good and wet. And then I rolled him to lying on his back and pressed his hole with my thumb while sucking his cock. He thrashed back and forth and while his legs were spread wide apart I laid on top of him and we made out. He thrust back with my cock under his balls, gasping each time my cockhead brushed his hole. I realized it was time to fuck.
I flipped him back onto his stomach, ate his ass some more, lined up and pressed my cock against his hole. He pushed back and gasped as I penetrated him: he was incredibly tight and pretty dry. There was no conversation: I was in him; I was bare, and he wanted it badly. I let him grow used to it, very gradually jabbing and pressed forward. He was quietly acting out; flexing his legs and flailing, and I kept gradually pressing up into him, but he was really dry. No lube was nearby and I didn't want to break the spell asking for it. So, I gradually eased out of him, crouched down and ate his ass some more and spit an ample pool of spit onto his hole, which I quickly pressed into him as I remounted. Soon I was nearly all the way in, and then I pushed him onto his side and thrust up till he had it all.
It was amazing: I was ready to cum immediately, but he was loving it and I held off. I pulled back and gently thrusted and got into a fucking rhythm. He definitely whinneyed throughout; there had been no conversation since I arrived, and then I barely heard him moaning "it feels so good! it feels soooo good!"
I kept fucking him and kept wanting to cum, but I didn't want to ask and to have him warn "not in me". As I kept fucking him I thought "he's not asking, which means just do it" and his guts started to relax and the fucking got looser, and he wasn't gripping my cock as much. It was great, but I was cursing myself for not shooting when it was optimal. But he was loving getting fucked and wanted all I was giving him. I was at a good steady rhythm, and then said as he affirmatively moaned: "do you want it?" and he said "yes". So I let go and, knowing I was cumming, he thrust back to feel me pulse and to get it deep in him. After I came he kept pushing back against me; it was clear he was getting off on having been bred. I wrapped my arms around him and gently pulled him on to his side, while I was still deep in him. I touched his cock and balls, and as I stroked his balls he started to vigorously beat his meat. He gasped and I knew he was shooting a substantial load and soaking the sheets.
After cumming he murmured, let me get a towel, but I pulled him to me and said "just relax man and enjoy the after glow." He did and I enjoyed his lovely back; this is a truly lovely manimal.
But, eventually, he got up and grabbed a warm wash cloth, and handed it to me. It's interesting how different a guy looks after you have just fucked him. He was cute, and engaging, but we were now withdrawn into ourselves after having been in the same place working together. But he's delightful: bright eyed, upbeat, cute. I dressed and made small talk, and pecked him on the mouth and, grinning, he led me to the door.
Probably a one time thing, but a lovely guy and a lovely time.
As it ended up he was staying at a hotel walking distance from my house (well, a healthy walk of 20 minutes.) I chose to drive when he invited me over. He's been here on work assignment for months (and I am just connecting with him?!) I'd been noting he'd been checking me out for the past week or so.
Within less than an hour, after showering and dressing for the day I was tapping on his room door. Amazingly close and convenient. He opened the door and there was a guy far handsomer than his pics: I'd describe him as cute as a bug's ear. Full trimmed beard, beautiful eyes, great smile, close cut hair (a fade) and very stylish for a man in jockey briefs, a tee shirt and mini socks (whatever they call them.) He is very gracious and immediately asked if he could offer me anything: water? I declined and smiled as he invited me to get comfortable.
I took it slow, which was an intuitive strategy. I removed my shoes and jacket and we started to make out. He's a passionate (and damned good) kisser and I knew to savor that before trying to get to second base. He clearly got lost in the kissing, but I massaged his clothed ass, and he my crotch. I got up and shed most of my clothing and he intuited to lose his; except the tiny socks. I bent down and said "may I?" and pulled them off, and then found beautifully pedicured feet with flawless black nail polish. I remarked "cute" and he smiled.
This guy is fine: firm everywhere; nice muscular thighs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a nice meaty but not long cock (about 6" but very handsome, and it was fully engorged.) Interesting, his hair was characteristically African American: tight, coarse, and curled on his thighs and framing his crotch, but the hair under his arms was long, soft, and characteristically European. He got the best of all the genes.
While we continued to make out he wanted at my cock and proceeded to worship it with his mouth. He laid down on top of me and positioned my cock under his balls and started to whinney; he got it so that my cock head was brushing his hole, and I knew what this meant. His profile had read the usual "safe sex only" and I'd asked him if he had the needed supplies and he said yes, but it was clear early on no glove was going to be involved.
I rolled him on to his back and started to suck his cock (he was vocal as I throated it) but I knew he wanted attention paid to his ass, not his cock, and as I licked under his hairy balls he got increasingly vocal. I teased his hole with my tongue, but wanted to reduce him to jelly, so I rolled him over and pulled his cheeks apart and gave him a proper rim job.
Well, as good a rim job as I could with a guy thrashing and humping the bed and moving back and forth in ecstasy, His ass is taut and I needed to pull his cheeks apart, but got him good and wet. And then I rolled him to lying on his back and pressed his hole with my thumb while sucking his cock. He thrashed back and forth and while his legs were spread wide apart I laid on top of him and we made out. He thrust back with my cock under his balls, gasping each time my cockhead brushed his hole. I realized it was time to fuck.
I flipped him back onto his stomach, ate his ass some more, lined up and pressed my cock against his hole. He pushed back and gasped as I penetrated him: he was incredibly tight and pretty dry. There was no conversation: I was in him; I was bare, and he wanted it badly. I let him grow used to it, very gradually jabbing and pressed forward. He was quietly acting out; flexing his legs and flailing, and I kept gradually pressing up into him, but he was really dry. No lube was nearby and I didn't want to break the spell asking for it. So, I gradually eased out of him, crouched down and ate his ass some more and spit an ample pool of spit onto his hole, which I quickly pressed into him as I remounted. Soon I was nearly all the way in, and then I pushed him onto his side and thrust up till he had it all.
It was amazing: I was ready to cum immediately, but he was loving it and I held off. I pulled back and gently thrusted and got into a fucking rhythm. He definitely whinneyed throughout; there had been no conversation since I arrived, and then I barely heard him moaning "it feels so good! it feels soooo good!"
I kept fucking him and kept wanting to cum, but I didn't want to ask and to have him warn "not in me". As I kept fucking him I thought "he's not asking, which means just do it" and his guts started to relax and the fucking got looser, and he wasn't gripping my cock as much. It was great, but I was cursing myself for not shooting when it was optimal. But he was loving getting fucked and wanted all I was giving him. I was at a good steady rhythm, and then said as he affirmatively moaned: "do you want it?" and he said "yes". So I let go and, knowing I was cumming, he thrust back to feel me pulse and to get it deep in him. After I came he kept pushing back against me; it was clear he was getting off on having been bred. I wrapped my arms around him and gently pulled him on to his side, while I was still deep in him. I touched his cock and balls, and as I stroked his balls he started to vigorously beat his meat. He gasped and I knew he was shooting a substantial load and soaking the sheets.
After cumming he murmured, let me get a towel, but I pulled him to me and said "just relax man and enjoy the after glow." He did and I enjoyed his lovely back; this is a truly lovely manimal.
But, eventually, he got up and grabbed a warm wash cloth, and handed it to me. It's interesting how different a guy looks after you have just fucked him. He was cute, and engaging, but we were now withdrawn into ourselves after having been in the same place working together. But he's delightful: bright eyed, upbeat, cute. I dressed and made small talk, and pecked him on the mouth and, grinning, he led me to the door.
Probably a one time thing, but a lovely guy and a lovely time.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Slutty Saturday
Last night I was making dinner and cutting up some jalapenos, and needed to take a bio break. Now, I always wash my hands before taking a leak, but not usually before doing so. Note to the wise: if dicing jalapenos wash your hands before handling yourself. I immediately felt the burn; perhaps it was exacerbated by the serious exercise my member got the day before...It lingered for quite awhile.
I hadn't connected with my Filipino pal in a while, though he's regularly flirted with me on line and repeatedly stressed his need to get his serious itch scratched. Unfortunately, I've been unable to host and he has an odd living arrangement. He rents from a gay couple and can't have company over for sex when they are home, which seems to be next to always, which is ironic because he's always in the mood to bottom. We went back and forth on line over the holiday weekend (he thought he'd be able to host over the weekend and then the roommates never left.) Last minute I could, though it was a workday for him, so he wrote and asked about coming over for a tune up en route to work.
Now I'd taken a relatively long hiatus from sex following traveling and then being felled by the flu (which, with the after affects, seemed to drag on for two weeks.) Being concerned that I might forget the moves I was anxious for some action. As it was, like riding a bike, I didn't forget. But it was quick a task oriented encounter.
Normally I envision getting sucked as just part of the path to topping. But, once he got naked and dropped to his knees his mouth simply felt amazing on my cock: warm, soft, moist, and talented. However, he needed to get to work and wanted my cock where the sun doesn't shine, so he bent over the bed and presented his prize for my attention. As usual, it was as clean as a whistle and I really got into probing him with my tongue (despite the fact I was operating on about a half a cup of coffee.) This guy is pretty tiny (5' 7") and taut with an ass that is as cute as a bug's ear. Soon he was begging me to lie on my back and crouched over me to lower and skewer himself with my cock. It felt great but in light of how small he is (30" waist) he was grimacing and taking it slow; he wanted it but it was going faster than was comfortable for him and he disengaged with care and then laid on his back and with his legs in the air asked me to line my cock against his hole and wait for him to pull me in; this is his preference and invariably he does pull me in growling: slowly, slowly! Then when I am all the way in he asks me if I like my boy's ass, and then demands that I slam it into him.
In light of my abstinence it felt really great, but he was vigorously stroking himself and his hand was annoying me as it was distracting me from fully concentrating on my cock being milked by his hole. However, soon it all connected and I was then spewing into him; the minute he felt me stiffen and my cock trobbing he urged me to keep fucking him faster and deeper and was spewing a big load moments later. (It always astonishes me how little guys with small cocks shoot tremendous amounts of cum.) I was glad that he managed to miss hitting the pillow this time, though he left me with cum soaked laundry. Start to finish couldn't have been more than 30 minutes. He quickly jumped in the shower and was walking out of my place looking very proper and ready for work moments later (making me imagine the cum slowly leaking out of him into his shorts as the day progressed.)
Now it was still pretty damned early and I fetched the paper out of the driveway, poured more coffee and logged on to the various sites. Then suddenly I was being hit on by a guy a couple of towns away who was begging me to travel over to do him last week, and who I'd later found had been checking me out on a bb site. We went back and forth asking each other a number of questions (last test, bare or not, whether he gets bred or wants the top to pull out.) All his answers were the right ones (bare okay if I was neg; cumming in him maybe based on the vibe) and, still horny as hell, I decided to drive over to his place.
I'd been reluctant earlier as he lives in a hardscrabble town to the west and I didn't know what to expect. However, he lives in a private home (good) by himself (better) and just off the freeway (whew.) I found myself driving through a nice middle class development, so I was totally at ease when I rang his doorbell.
He arrived at the door and was carefully groomed (Chinese American, so I was clearly having a Pacific Rim day.) He led me directly into his bedroom and began to grope me; no shyness there. I pulled him to me and we started to make out and he was on his knees opening my shorts and pulling them down. He wanted at the goods immediately.
When we'd "negotiated" on line he's indicated that he loved to have his ass eaten, and I imagined that I'd spend at least 10 minutes eating him out first. However, he was famished for cock and wanted me in him immediately; it was actually going faster than I wanted.
I find it interesting when people refer to those of Chinese heritage as yellow: I am pink to peach colored and this guy is much whiter, almost ivory, compared to me. The down side was that he shaves his pits and pubes and is totally smooth (dense, thick moosed hair atop his head though.) A pretty guy though and passionate, but amazingly slutty. There was no easing it in, he wanted me to ram it into him (I did ease in/ramming in assured a short fuck and I wanted to take my time) and he told me to ignore any moaning he might make and to keep fucking him as long and as hard as I wanted. He immediately announced he was looking forward to my breeding him/guess the chemistry was working.
This guy is a great bottom and has learned how to use his ass to get a top off. Even though I'd only cum about 2 hours earlier, I was ready to pop just a few minutes into him. I found myself pulling out to cool off and to take time to eat his ass, which pushed him over the edge and made him get really loud. But after about 15 minutes (pulling out twice) it was simply too good and I was shooting into him. Being an experienced bottom he knew it and pushed me back and was sucking the cum, sweat and lube off my cock moments later -- but quick to push me back to kiss me and to shove his tongue into my mouth moments later. This put me in a mood and I rolled him over and started to felch him. We definitely got into some serious pig action (his ass was clean/clean/clean till I started filling it.)
He has a small cock, and like many bottoms he didn't get very hard at first, but after I came and we were making out I started to stroke his cock (he pushed my hand to his ass and wanted me to finger him and stroke him simultaneously) and shot a huge load across his body. We embraced and I scooped up some and he licked it off my fingers, made out, embraced, rolled around and both got covered in it.
While we spooned a short time he wanted to get fucked more and we got right back to it. He wanted to please me and I was glad to keep him on his stomach and side and to keep at him with steady thrusting; since he has super sensitive nipples it was great to wrap my arms around him and to have my right hand work his left nipple and vice versa.
I doubted I'd be able to shoot a third load that quickly but after I'd been there ~75 minutes I was delivering another load into him. After licking me off again he was working out another load himself. As he got up and asked if I wanted to shower I got the message that his itch had been sufficiently scratched, but I was glad to be able to get on with the day myself. As I dressed and he led me to the door it was initially awkward, but I pulled him to me to kiss him and he smiled and said he was looking forward to serving me again. I assured him I'd probably be horny again for him a few hours later (I was but didn't drive back.) With any luck I'll be back for an encore this coming weekend. I'll be careful what I handle afterwards.
I hadn't connected with my Filipino pal in a while, though he's regularly flirted with me on line and repeatedly stressed his need to get his serious itch scratched. Unfortunately, I've been unable to host and he has an odd living arrangement. He rents from a gay couple and can't have company over for sex when they are home, which seems to be next to always, which is ironic because he's always in the mood to bottom. We went back and forth on line over the holiday weekend (he thought he'd be able to host over the weekend and then the roommates never left.) Last minute I could, though it was a workday for him, so he wrote and asked about coming over for a tune up en route to work.
Now I'd taken a relatively long hiatus from sex following traveling and then being felled by the flu (which, with the after affects, seemed to drag on for two weeks.) Being concerned that I might forget the moves I was anxious for some action. As it was, like riding a bike, I didn't forget. But it was quick a task oriented encounter.
Normally I envision getting sucked as just part of the path to topping. But, once he got naked and dropped to his knees his mouth simply felt amazing on my cock: warm, soft, moist, and talented. However, he needed to get to work and wanted my cock where the sun doesn't shine, so he bent over the bed and presented his prize for my attention. As usual, it was as clean as a whistle and I really got into probing him with my tongue (despite the fact I was operating on about a half a cup of coffee.) This guy is pretty tiny (5' 7") and taut with an ass that is as cute as a bug's ear. Soon he was begging me to lie on my back and crouched over me to lower and skewer himself with my cock. It felt great but in light of how small he is (30" waist) he was grimacing and taking it slow; he wanted it but it was going faster than was comfortable for him and he disengaged with care and then laid on his back and with his legs in the air asked me to line my cock against his hole and wait for him to pull me in; this is his preference and invariably he does pull me in growling: slowly, slowly! Then when I am all the way in he asks me if I like my boy's ass, and then demands that I slam it into him.
In light of my abstinence it felt really great, but he was vigorously stroking himself and his hand was annoying me as it was distracting me from fully concentrating on my cock being milked by his hole. However, soon it all connected and I was then spewing into him; the minute he felt me stiffen and my cock trobbing he urged me to keep fucking him faster and deeper and was spewing a big load moments later. (It always astonishes me how little guys with small cocks shoot tremendous amounts of cum.) I was glad that he managed to miss hitting the pillow this time, though he left me with cum soaked laundry. Start to finish couldn't have been more than 30 minutes. He quickly jumped in the shower and was walking out of my place looking very proper and ready for work moments later (making me imagine the cum slowly leaking out of him into his shorts as the day progressed.)
Now it was still pretty damned early and I fetched the paper out of the driveway, poured more coffee and logged on to the various sites. Then suddenly I was being hit on by a guy a couple of towns away who was begging me to travel over to do him last week, and who I'd later found had been checking me out on a bb site. We went back and forth asking each other a number of questions (last test, bare or not, whether he gets bred or wants the top to pull out.) All his answers were the right ones (bare okay if I was neg; cumming in him maybe based on the vibe) and, still horny as hell, I decided to drive over to his place.
I'd been reluctant earlier as he lives in a hardscrabble town to the west and I didn't know what to expect. However, he lives in a private home (good) by himself (better) and just off the freeway (whew.) I found myself driving through a nice middle class development, so I was totally at ease when I rang his doorbell.
He arrived at the door and was carefully groomed (Chinese American, so I was clearly having a Pacific Rim day.) He led me directly into his bedroom and began to grope me; no shyness there. I pulled him to me and we started to make out and he was on his knees opening my shorts and pulling them down. He wanted at the goods immediately.
When we'd "negotiated" on line he's indicated that he loved to have his ass eaten, and I imagined that I'd spend at least 10 minutes eating him out first. However, he was famished for cock and wanted me in him immediately; it was actually going faster than I wanted.
I find it interesting when people refer to those of Chinese heritage as yellow: I am pink to peach colored and this guy is much whiter, almost ivory, compared to me. The down side was that he shaves his pits and pubes and is totally smooth (dense, thick moosed hair atop his head though.) A pretty guy though and passionate, but amazingly slutty. There was no easing it in, he wanted me to ram it into him (I did ease in/ramming in assured a short fuck and I wanted to take my time) and he told me to ignore any moaning he might make and to keep fucking him as long and as hard as I wanted. He immediately announced he was looking forward to my breeding him/guess the chemistry was working.
This guy is a great bottom and has learned how to use his ass to get a top off. Even though I'd only cum about 2 hours earlier, I was ready to pop just a few minutes into him. I found myself pulling out to cool off and to take time to eat his ass, which pushed him over the edge and made him get really loud. But after about 15 minutes (pulling out twice) it was simply too good and I was shooting into him. Being an experienced bottom he knew it and pushed me back and was sucking the cum, sweat and lube off my cock moments later -- but quick to push me back to kiss me and to shove his tongue into my mouth moments later. This put me in a mood and I rolled him over and started to felch him. We definitely got into some serious pig action (his ass was clean/clean/clean till I started filling it.)
He has a small cock, and like many bottoms he didn't get very hard at first, but after I came and we were making out I started to stroke his cock (he pushed my hand to his ass and wanted me to finger him and stroke him simultaneously) and shot a huge load across his body. We embraced and I scooped up some and he licked it off my fingers, made out, embraced, rolled around and both got covered in it.
While we spooned a short time he wanted to get fucked more and we got right back to it. He wanted to please me and I was glad to keep him on his stomach and side and to keep at him with steady thrusting; since he has super sensitive nipples it was great to wrap my arms around him and to have my right hand work his left nipple and vice versa.
I doubted I'd be able to shoot a third load that quickly but after I'd been there ~75 minutes I was delivering another load into him. After licking me off again he was working out another load himself. As he got up and asked if I wanted to shower I got the message that his itch had been sufficiently scratched, but I was glad to be able to get on with the day myself. As I dressed and he led me to the door it was initially awkward, but I pulled him to me to kiss him and he smiled and said he was looking forward to serving me again. I assured him I'd probably be horny again for him a few hours later (I was but didn't drive back.) With any luck I'll be back for an encore this coming weekend. I'll be careful what I handle afterwards.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Brasilians
Well, I was felled by the flu about two weeks ago. I savored every possible unpleasant effect/fear not, I will spare you the gory details. I know you've all been sick. However, this was one of those sicknesses when after you were secure leaving the immediate vicinity of the bathroom you still felt like 10 miles of bad road for a week later. Of course, since then other colleagues have been coming down with various aliments, and I think I might be playing host to a cold now as well; swell.
Suffice it to say I wasn't up for performing with another guy (though, with the help of vicarious experiences did purge the seminal vessels) and then, I just wasn't up for the chase. I have been mildly interested but essentially want someone to put it in a bowl and bring it to me.
I had an amazing afternoon of sex with a Brasilian three weeks ago. It began and ended skin to skin, with no discussion of condoms, but as I was cumming the first time he freaked and said "don't cum in me!!!" as I was then spurting. I pulled out and managed to have the last lackluster spurt and a half hit his ass cheeks. He played along pretending that I hadn't just shot several spurts up his ass and then, seconds later, greedy with lust, he said "now that you came outside me you can put it back into me." It is amazing how folks can delude themselves.
We started fucking again, and then, midstream, he wanted to be assured I was neg, and then proceeded to pledge on his parents' lives and his cat that he is neg (btw, I loathe cats, am allergic to them, and this one kept jumping on the two of us while we were fucking, wanting to play. At one point while I was fucking him I felt it biting my toe. Solution: a pillow case, a brick, and a near by pond. Okay, I know that I have just alienated all of you cat people. Suffice it to say, I am a dog lover.) His pledge, and earnestness were endearing. However, later he wanted to be fucked forever, and then when I was certain I had just worn the epidermis off my cock he looked in my eyes and said "I want another cum from you." Suddenly my balls complied and I dumped another load in him.
Since then I have gotten a number of paranoid and edgy emails from him, but he wants it again badly. He wrote and told me how awesome it was (and, it was!) He wants an encore, soon. He was frustrated to be leaving town right after I nailed him (that night after we got together he was begging me to come back over, which for me wasn't feasible) Then I got horribly sick while he was traveling and was still laid out when he got back. But the hiatus gave his mind time to wander and he wrote if we were going to fuck again I'd have to promise to be exclusive with him in light of the tremendous risk.
Then he was only available from Thursday at 3:37 to 4:53 and the like. Yawn. And, in the meantime other guys have been hitting on me (they always want to connect on weekdays: doesn't anyone, besides me apparently, maintain a normal work week? I am, at best, good for an hour quickie at 6 pm. Yet these dudes all think I am going to drive 20 miles to meet them in Bay Area after work rush hour traffic. Answer: no.)
Yesterday was a full, free, unscheduled day. However, I had the usual piss away time errands (groceries, dry cleaner, wine shop) that needed to be completed. My Brasilian pal, after saying he was unavailable yesterday until 10 pm wrote me at 12:30 and said he could be available at 2:30 pm. I am not Pappa John's pizza, and while I would have liked to have fucked, my principle got in the way and I indicated I was busy. Occasionally I think with something besides my dick.
Okay, I haven't described this creature. About 6' 3" and thin as a rail. Pale white skin (yes, a Brasilian) and dense chest hair and incredibly busy arm pits, but clean shaven. Clean clean clean period. A bit awkward; I entered his apt which is like tree house. He invited me to sit on the uncomfortable IKEA couch and was nervous but immediately put his hand on my thigh, not far from my cock. I looked at him and decided to get to the point "if this is going to work, should we move to your bedroom?" He eagerly led me upstairs; clearly the fellow needed direction.
Now, my image of Brasilians is that of a sensual, sexually familiar people, having been there and seeing all the Greek gods walking around in sling shots with equally hot women (they don't, however, age well. They are quite indulgent.) This guy seemingly grew up in a monastery -- clearly no hedonist -- but he was definitely eager to have his buttons pushed. He stripped in no time, was a passionate kisser, and gets points for a nice clean ass that it was nice to eat. Thin but not athletic; pigeon chest, yet, pleasant to explore. He has an amazingly small cock, relative to his height (about 5+ long and thin.)
When I entered him he was clearly in need of a tune up; no whining about going easy (though I always do) or slowing down. In fact he cheered me on to really slam it into him periodically throughout the fuck. After I came the first time we were enjoying the afterglow and he prompted me to remount him, but looked at the clock and freaked out, rolling out from under me and yelling "I'm late!!!" A hair trigger there. As it was daylight savings time had occurred the night before and it was actually an hour earlier; I was rising from the bed, but realizing that he still had time before meeting a friend, he pulled me back to the bed and encouraged me to fuck him some more. After I gave him the second load and was dressing he looked at me and exclaimed "I really got fucked!" Yes, indeed, he did. We'll see if there's an encore. He's genuinely nice, attractive, sane, and good sex, but I am anticipating it could become a high maintenance situation. And his availability is incredibly random.
Well, he brought to mind other Brasilians. When in Canada a couple of months ago a guy on line came on to me and wanted to bottom; a damned good looking young guy who was aggressive about wanting to get plowed that morning. He showed up at my hotel room pretty promptly afterwards: olive skinned and very muscular: one of those bods you can bounce a quarter off. He was into kissing, and sucking my cock, briefly, and liked having his ass eaten, but he wanted to get down to my fucking him asap (I later learned he was en route to work.) This was a condom situation and while I lubed him up there was some clear discomfort as I penetrated him and he growled for me to slow down and to take it easy (the type of growl that makes you think the guy is going to punch you: great chemistry for sex...and I was taking it easy, but he also was noting that I was really big. His cock is about 6" and pleasantly uncut, and was drooling.)
His ass stopped tensing and began to accept me but he expected me to give him a five minute fuck (then urging me to ram it into him) and then to cum; it was only then that I realized he was on a tight time frame. (btw, guys I just realized I hit publish instead of save, so I am now finishing this.) Well, I gave it a good try, but that's not how my mind and cock work, and with the condom expecting me to give a rabbit fuck and cum was unlikely. I eased out and said it wasn't going to happen, but he was glad for the fucking and got dressed to leave without cumming (I had to wrap my head around him going to work with lube leaking out of his butt.) Clearly the boy had an itch he needed to have scratched.
For some reason I think there have been other Brasilians, but only one comes immediately to mind. A muscular nurse who I met in San Francisco when staying at a hotel there a few years ago on business. Serious gym devotee, but obsessed about wanting a washboard stomach and was flying home for a tummy tuck (why did he share that?) Swarthy, very handsome (long dark eyelashes; curly hair.) He was just beginning to bottom and brought out a bottle of poppers noting he hated drugs, but that he needed the poppers to get through being penetrated. He liked being fucked (condom time) but was quiet and kind of morose.
So much for the joyful, partying, uninhibited Brasilian stereotype -- apparently these three guys were outliers, though all were hot to fuck.
Suffice it to say I wasn't up for performing with another guy (though, with the help of vicarious experiences did purge the seminal vessels) and then, I just wasn't up for the chase. I have been mildly interested but essentially want someone to put it in a bowl and bring it to me.
I had an amazing afternoon of sex with a Brasilian three weeks ago. It began and ended skin to skin, with no discussion of condoms, but as I was cumming the first time he freaked and said "don't cum in me!!!" as I was then spurting. I pulled out and managed to have the last lackluster spurt and a half hit his ass cheeks. He played along pretending that I hadn't just shot several spurts up his ass and then, seconds later, greedy with lust, he said "now that you came outside me you can put it back into me." It is amazing how folks can delude themselves.
We started fucking again, and then, midstream, he wanted to be assured I was neg, and then proceeded to pledge on his parents' lives and his cat that he is neg (btw, I loathe cats, am allergic to them, and this one kept jumping on the two of us while we were fucking, wanting to play. At one point while I was fucking him I felt it biting my toe. Solution: a pillow case, a brick, and a near by pond. Okay, I know that I have just alienated all of you cat people. Suffice it to say, I am a dog lover.) His pledge, and earnestness were endearing. However, later he wanted to be fucked forever, and then when I was certain I had just worn the epidermis off my cock he looked in my eyes and said "I want another cum from you." Suddenly my balls complied and I dumped another load in him.
Since then I have gotten a number of paranoid and edgy emails from him, but he wants it again badly. He wrote and told me how awesome it was (and, it was!) He wants an encore, soon. He was frustrated to be leaving town right after I nailed him (that night after we got together he was begging me to come back over, which for me wasn't feasible) Then I got horribly sick while he was traveling and was still laid out when he got back. But the hiatus gave his mind time to wander and he wrote if we were going to fuck again I'd have to promise to be exclusive with him in light of the tremendous risk.
Then he was only available from Thursday at 3:37 to 4:53 and the like. Yawn. And, in the meantime other guys have been hitting on me (they always want to connect on weekdays: doesn't anyone, besides me apparently, maintain a normal work week? I am, at best, good for an hour quickie at 6 pm. Yet these dudes all think I am going to drive 20 miles to meet them in Bay Area after work rush hour traffic. Answer: no.)
Yesterday was a full, free, unscheduled day. However, I had the usual piss away time errands (groceries, dry cleaner, wine shop) that needed to be completed. My Brasilian pal, after saying he was unavailable yesterday until 10 pm wrote me at 12:30 and said he could be available at 2:30 pm. I am not Pappa John's pizza, and while I would have liked to have fucked, my principle got in the way and I indicated I was busy. Occasionally I think with something besides my dick.
Okay, I haven't described this creature. About 6' 3" and thin as a rail. Pale white skin (yes, a Brasilian) and dense chest hair and incredibly busy arm pits, but clean shaven. Clean clean clean period. A bit awkward; I entered his apt which is like tree house. He invited me to sit on the uncomfortable IKEA couch and was nervous but immediately put his hand on my thigh, not far from my cock. I looked at him and decided to get to the point "if this is going to work, should we move to your bedroom?" He eagerly led me upstairs; clearly the fellow needed direction.
Now, my image of Brasilians is that of a sensual, sexually familiar people, having been there and seeing all the Greek gods walking around in sling shots with equally hot women (they don't, however, age well. They are quite indulgent.) This guy seemingly grew up in a monastery -- clearly no hedonist -- but he was definitely eager to have his buttons pushed. He stripped in no time, was a passionate kisser, and gets points for a nice clean ass that it was nice to eat. Thin but not athletic; pigeon chest, yet, pleasant to explore. He has an amazingly small cock, relative to his height (about 5+ long and thin.)
When I entered him he was clearly in need of a tune up; no whining about going easy (though I always do) or slowing down. In fact he cheered me on to really slam it into him periodically throughout the fuck. After I came the first time we were enjoying the afterglow and he prompted me to remount him, but looked at the clock and freaked out, rolling out from under me and yelling "I'm late!!!" A hair trigger there. As it was daylight savings time had occurred the night before and it was actually an hour earlier; I was rising from the bed, but realizing that he still had time before meeting a friend, he pulled me back to the bed and encouraged me to fuck him some more. After I gave him the second load and was dressing he looked at me and exclaimed "I really got fucked!" Yes, indeed, he did. We'll see if there's an encore. He's genuinely nice, attractive, sane, and good sex, but I am anticipating it could become a high maintenance situation. And his availability is incredibly random.
Well, he brought to mind other Brasilians. When in Canada a couple of months ago a guy on line came on to me and wanted to bottom; a damned good looking young guy who was aggressive about wanting to get plowed that morning. He showed up at my hotel room pretty promptly afterwards: olive skinned and very muscular: one of those bods you can bounce a quarter off. He was into kissing, and sucking my cock, briefly, and liked having his ass eaten, but he wanted to get down to my fucking him asap (I later learned he was en route to work.) This was a condom situation and while I lubed him up there was some clear discomfort as I penetrated him and he growled for me to slow down and to take it easy (the type of growl that makes you think the guy is going to punch you: great chemistry for sex...and I was taking it easy, but he also was noting that I was really big. His cock is about 6" and pleasantly uncut, and was drooling.)
His ass stopped tensing and began to accept me but he expected me to give him a five minute fuck (then urging me to ram it into him) and then to cum; it was only then that I realized he was on a tight time frame. (btw, guys I just realized I hit publish instead of save, so I am now finishing this.) Well, I gave it a good try, but that's not how my mind and cock work, and with the condom expecting me to give a rabbit fuck and cum was unlikely. I eased out and said it wasn't going to happen, but he was glad for the fucking and got dressed to leave without cumming (I had to wrap my head around him going to work with lube leaking out of his butt.) Clearly the boy had an itch he needed to have scratched.
For some reason I think there have been other Brasilians, but only one comes immediately to mind. A muscular nurse who I met in San Francisco when staying at a hotel there a few years ago on business. Serious gym devotee, but obsessed about wanting a washboard stomach and was flying home for a tummy tuck (why did he share that?) Swarthy, very handsome (long dark eyelashes; curly hair.) He was just beginning to bottom and brought out a bottle of poppers noting he hated drugs, but that he needed the poppers to get through being penetrated. He liked being fucked (condom time) but was quiet and kind of morose.
So much for the joyful, partying, uninhibited Brasilian stereotype -- apparently these three guys were outliers, though all were hot to fuck.
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