Piano Man

Yesterday I connected again with a regular fuck buddy (I guess five sessions, and a sustained mutual desire for much more constitutes a bona fide fb...)  He's a professional pianist and the times I have been off this summer frustratingly, he has been traveling to perform and teach.  So I scrambled and rearranged my day when I got a message on a4a indicating he was available and interested.  I knew I'd only have two hours, and also know that as a late riser he usually can't get it together until ~ 1 p.m., which reduces my availability.  It was 11 a.m. and he responded to my compressed schedule by getting it together by 12:30.

From the get go we've had great chemistry.  He's bear cubbish (which I really like):  a little extra baggage that he wears well, a fine dusting of hair across his chest, stomach, and shoulders, and a very thick cut regular sized cock with a big head, and amazingly large balls.  We are totally on the same page when it comes to sex, until we get to the finale when I like to top and he likes to bottom.  Our only other difference is that his large nipples are incredible sensitive and my tiny ones are like pencil erasers (guys are very disappointed when they try sucking, pinching, and nibbling on them while we are at it and they get no reaction from me aside from possible irritation, though I appreciate the effort and intention.)

This is a guy (like me) who you'd never imagine has a horn dog, much less piggy side.  Very polite, professional, bright eyed, cultured but also choir boy like when cleaned up and dressed. Slip off his glasses (rendering him nearly blind), however,  and strip him and this guy turns into a passionate slut.  He's an incredible kisser and will keep at it for sustained periods while we are grasping each other's cock or ass. We make great music together.

We usually strive for me to give him two loads, but I realized that this was going to be a one load session unless we got to fucking immediately.  His passion makes me want to savor the time working up to fucking/while we fuck for a long time: the foreplay is simply too good to rush and makes the fucking much more satisfying.

While I like to be lying down,  we began making out immediately after we both stripped and it was simply too good to rush:  many minutes passed while we sucked each other's tongues and stroked; his balls more than fill my palm and holding them alone is really hot.  I did eventually push him down on the bed and laid on top of him and was thrusting my cock under his balls and teasing his hole as we resumed kissing.  I enjoyed licking down his chest to his cock and giving him a sustained blow job.  I was totally into to it yesterday and continued working his cock for a long time, stroking and throating it, but also just slobbering over it and repeatedly pulling back from the root to his head with my lips.  He has a large piss slit that I can press my tongue into and I was being rewarded with a stready flow of his precum that kept me at it.  But this man is an intense bottom and I wanted the ultimate prize, so I flipped him on his stomach so I could eat his ass.

Among the many things that make sex with him great is that he cleans out really really well.  His hole is squeaky clean, yet he also knows not to use any fragrance, so when I push my tongue into him he's incredibly musky:  it's an aroma I love having saturate my beard and mustache (and he apparently loves too from the passion with which he sucks face after I rim him.)  I love pulling his cheeks apart and working his spincter till it totally relaxes and allows my tongue to push in and to get him really wet with spit;  I know then that he's ready for my cock. 



Normally I like to tease his hole with my head, and did that for a second or two yesterday, but I wanted in and pushed ahead:  he was totally relaxed and it just slid into him.  I always have lube on the night table but we rarely use any.  It was really really good; I was loving it and he was pushing back and squeezing and sustained a steady symphony of whimpers, groans, and moans that inspired me to probe every corner.  However, he was getting incredibly sweaty and we needed to take breaks several times to cool down.  Each time as I eased out he quickly rolled over and started to give me incredible head and then made out with me.

We moved around with him straddling me, which he loved as he could feel my balls flush against his hole and it was fun to watch his eyes bulge each time I suddenly jabbed up into him more, knowing I had passed his inner spincter.  I can't cum with a guy straddling me as it doesn't allow my cock head to get enough friction.  We had him on his back with his legs up, which we both love as we can make out, but most guys can only take so long grasping their legs.  So I pushed him on his side and made him pull his thigh close to his chest, wrapped my arms around him, worked his nipples, and got into some sustained thrusting.  He was able to pull his arm back so I could alternate between sucking his pit and kissing him and then I felt my load rising and let it spurt into him.  It was double the pleasure looking at the satsifaction on his face as he felt himself being bred.  We laid there for awhile, but when I eased out he was on my cock again sucking it clean and then pressing his mouth to mine to make out.  Normally I just want to decompress after cumming and to lie still for a bit, but yesterday I was totally into it all.

Fortunately I remained hard so he was able to straddle me and to stroke off.  I am amazed that he can simply decide to cum pretty quickly when he starts stroking (or to hold off.)  Appreciating that the time was running out he let go quickly and a nice warm load coated my stomach.   We rolled on our sides and spooned and engaged in some small talk (state of the economy and the upcoming election/yes we certainly switch gears.)   An hour and 45 minutes had passed and I knew I needed to make tracks, so to avoid dogs and cats following me I took a quick shower and headed out.  I am anxiously looking forward to an encore performance.

Bronco Encore

As luck would have it, the short, buff, Latino colt gave me a call yesterday at noon to ask if I could come over again.  In terms of too much information, I was checking out some porn and ready to take matters into hand when he called.  His timing was optimal in terms of my horniness, but not in  terms of my schedule:  I had a work commitment:   needed to get a hair cut;  needed to get dressed up; needed to get into my office early to prepare some notes.  But instead thinking with my then hard dick, I put it back in my pants and agreed to come right over to his place, advising him that I only had an hour.

I quickly showered and then flew like a bat at of hell over to his place, reigning terror among the leisure class drivers as I wove through traffic.  When I arrived he was standing in his sweats saying he'd not had a chance to clean up (read:  out)  yet and maybe we should try for another day.  I was not going take no for an answer after the aggravation of getting there and told him to clean up then as I didn't know if I could come back.  So, he vanished in the bathroom for 10 minutes bordering on eternity as I paced his little bungalow and wondered whether I was simply nuts and should just head home/I had a full afternoon ahead and his failure to prep earlier was cutting into the time I didn't have.

Finally he emerged from the bathroom; he was starting to fuck around with the tv set and the fan when I got directive.   This might be some seemingly muscular, macho piece of trouble, but I recognized he wanted me to be his daddy, and sons take direction from daddies.  So I got him on the bed and we got into some hot oral action and making out.  His nice uncut 6" got fully engorged and I wished I had more time to fully savor it but did give him some quality oral.  I asked him to straddle me and he said "all you want is my ass"; I responded that I eventually wanted to get into it, but wanted to enjoy the journey getting there.  There was a bit of the jumping up and down to get water, and to adjust the fan stuff from the other day and I told him he was hyper.  Despite the language barrier/this guy's English is functional, working class English, clearly he'd been told that before.  He eyed the attic where the sling was located and I made it clear I had no time for that.

It became clear that what he wanted most was to be held and loved.  I was forceful about making out instead of pecking, and he was getting into it:  more tongue than lip.  I rolled him onto his stomach and entered him and he bucked and thrashed and was vocally enjoying it.  However, it was hot and humid, I was "hearing" the clock ticking, and further distracted by his moving around.  I found myself growing soft and slipping out. 

He didn't realize that it was starting to not work for me; I was determined, however, to get off.  So I pushed him on to his side and made out with him as I stroked his dick and he worked mine.  I had to direct him to work the head of my cock, and he grasped our two cocks together to stroke them as we made out: now  this was working for me as my cock got fully hard again and he was totally into it.  By that point I'd decided to stop waiting for signs of what he wanted for direction and to simply do what would be sure to get me off.  I rolled him on his side again, fucked him for awhile, but got soft as I wasn't getting enough friction coming from him, and we got on our sides again.  But it clicked again: I got totally hard and rolled him on his stomach, pushed in, and got a nice rhythm going, directing him to fuck me back with his ass.  My cock was feeling good and I could feel my load building:  no time for prolonging  this today but he was sighing and moaning how good Daddy's fucking was making his ass feel; flipping his legs up, then down and wrapping his calves around mine so our feet was touching (which I LOVE.)  I felt it coming but as I promised him, I pulled out  in time to shoot and a small pool of my cum puddled in the middle of his back (nice visual:  broad shoulders, tapered waist, hard ass, with cum glistening on his back.)  There was some distraction locating a towel to wipe him off and then I said "we've got to get you off", but he shook his head.  I realized then that the whole point of his inviting me over was for him to get his Daddy off.  He recognized I needed to get rolling and had only limited time.

Soon he's moving, so he told me we needed to work in some more sex there before he moved as he was going to become a good boy for a long time (he's moving in with his sister and won't be able to have company.)  We'll see.  However, it is nice to be able to enjoy a hot, firm stud like him.

Just over an hour had passed and I sprinted to the car and blazed a trail home.  I actually had time to shower again, dress up, and made it to the barber, who noted I was sweating and asked "did you really just eat lunch?" as it wasn't that hot out.  Wow, I thought, is the fact that I just fucked someone that physically obvious?  I laughed and told him "yeah, unfortunately."  Got to maintain that choir boy image.  And, I arrived at work with ample time and then resumed my regular, staid, existence.

Bucking Colt

Yesterday afternoon was a quite interesting experience.  Alot of it was weird and had my anxiety radar flaring (is that a mixed metaphor?)  However, it ended up concluding in a sweet fashion.

There is an intensely hot Latino guy (as I learned, from Mexico) who has come on to me. I thought we were on for two Saturdays ago, but he didn't respond to my voice mail (I was surprised that he gave me his number.)  This is a buff, muscular guy in his early 30's (not ridiculously muscled, but extremely toned all around and zero body fat.)  He originally contacted me on a4a and I sent him a message there saying I was concluding he had changed his mind.  I got a response he was still interested.  We went back and forth based upon our mutual availability/unavailability.  He could host.  Yesterday we determined to connect.

He has a very heavy accent (despite coming here as a kid, so he lived in a Spanish speaking community whereever he's been since) and it when talking with him on the phone to get his address it was a major challenge to figure out what he was saying.  In person you don't have any trouble understanding him but that's the power of eye contact.  He was majorly concerned about my not coming to his landlord's place, which is next to his (he currently rents a carriage house/I have experienced such situations before, read:  Sexy Salvadoran.)  Well, I almost got there and he called and was having major phone issues (Iphone of course, so affecting internet as well as voice.)  I need to part on the street as he lives off some court that is a virtual alley.  A crappy house in a great neighbhorhood.  I walked around gingerly as his phone died when I was speaking to him; suddenly I saw this bare chested guy silently (frantically) waving at me.  I walked some circuitous route around the property to be ferretted in some side door directly into his bedroom.

He's in the process of moving/just broke up with this partner/wants to work some mansex in as he's moving in with his sister and is looking at infrequent hook ups thereafter. (Lucky me I guess.)  The furnishings are shabby (the bed was clean and neat, a good sign).  He asked me if I liked porn, was fairly determined to put some on, which frankly I don't like.  If I am going to have sex, I want to have sex and focus on the guy, not imagine I am one of the players in movie or that I am fucking one of them.

He needed to get something to drink; he needed to pee; he needed to make sure the curtains were drawn; he needed to put barriers up in case the ex came back; he had to move the fans 97 times.  He needed to put an additional piece of fabric over the window to make sure the landlord couldn't see.  When he went to pee he vanished for several minutes and said I should get naked.  I was thinking I should probably just get out.  I got up, went to the bathroom and said "are you okay?"  He was hyper, but I didn't think methed out or anything.

He came back with a large jar of vaseline (so I figured, the guy wants to bareback) and finally started to peel off his pants and jockies.


  He has an ivory white body, shaved head, chick teaser goatee (alot of thought has gone into the macho appearance) and interesting small patches of dense course hair atop his pecs, and the top center of his back.  Very dense pubes and a nice, but smaller, uncock cock.  He made some joke about he would start charging now, $100 an hour.  I freaked and was thinking how to get the fuck out of there, when he hugged me and said he was kidding (the rare times I have had rent bois come on to me it really really pisses me off.)

This guy is hot but super hyper; couldn't stay still.  Pecked, didn't kiss (well a small amount of tongue) and alot of rubbing, but little stroking.   He did suck my cock a bit, but admitted he wasn't a great cock sucker.  He wanted to know what to call me/I knew he wanted me to say daddy, so I did.  Well he loved watching his body rubbing against daddy's in the mirror, he loved how daddy looked.  He said I'd look great in a flannel shirt and boots, and that too bad it was hot because he had a sling in the attic (I hate slings/I hate play rooms:  thank God it was hot...)  He asked if I'd put on a work shirt and I replied "perhaps next time".  We rolling around, he kept frantically rubbing me.  He'd get up and put a tiny smear of vaseline on his lips.  I sucked his cock which he loved, and his balls, and rolled him over and ate his ass,and rubbed my cock up and down his crack and teased his hole.  He thanked me for not rushing (by this point over an hour had passed and I was nearly through with this shit.)  I asked him to straddle me to tease his hole.  He started to slide down it, but then decided he wanted music on the tv (Cripes!)  I asked what time it was and rolled over to look at my watch.  I said I don't have alot more time man.  He asked how long and I said probably 20 minutes.  He started to get pouty and I responded "well, let's fully enjoy the next twenty minutes."

This guy is macho but I needed to take control.  He reached for the vaseline (yuck!!!) and I shared that I brought some Wet.  I lubed my cock and his hole and he slowly slid down onto my cock (finally.)  Now this is some hot boy hole:  he's about 5' 7" and a beautiful firm flat ass/baby melon halves.  He liked that I was letting him take it slowly and when he came to a stop I knew to give him short, slow jabs.  The switch went on; he was less hyper and into getting fucked.  I managed to get him flat on his stomach and got into some serious fucking, but he flailed the entire time:  his legs went up and down; he bucked --thrust back--pushed back to roll on his side--wrapped his legs around mine.  He said he was loving it and I said he was going to make me cum:  he said, please just not in me.  I decided I needed to bring this to the final chapter, so  focused on massaging my head as much as possible in his guts and felt it cuming, pulled out and shot a nice couple of streams onto his back.  I wiped him dry and said "we need to get you off". 

He asked if he could straddle me and I was still hard: he pushed me inside him (this was within seconds of my cumming) and I'm lying there thinking "dude you wanted me to pull out to cum and my dick still has cum in it."  Okay, mental reassurance.  He rode my cock and furiously tried to stroke off but it wasn't cumming; he was partially hard/got nearly hard...he finally said if I don't cum soon I'll let you go. He didn't.

Perhaps he hadn't been using speed/sometimes guys can't shoot after all that stimulation.  However, meth also does that (fucking nasty shit that it is.)  He offered to let me shower but I wanted out.

He did share with me that he'd been depressed over the break up with his partner.  And, was telling me why he was concerned about his landlord (he felt bringing hook ups over could be seen as disrespectful.)  He's actually a nice guy, but very hyper.  He told me he wants me to come back (I am giving it thought) before he moves.  He gave me a hug and a pec and I found a message on a4a saying he definitely wants me over again.  We'll see.

Hollow Promises in the Heat of Passion

Yesterday I got a message from one of the guys who responded to my CL ad on Monday asking whether I was available.  I'd just come back from another assignation and wasn't looking (well, wasn't inspired --then-- for a second partner in one day.)  I was intrigued, though, because while I liked the guy's stats (and that he is in the same town) I concluded he was a flake because he wouldn't forward a pic and otherwise his communication was squirrelly. 

This morning as I drank my coffee I was on the prowl yet again, and decided to respond to his message from yesterday.  I put another ad on CL and in the responses I received (not the rash of Monday; hump day must be slower for horn dogs, but a respectible number nonetheless and no lunes flagging) I got a response from the guy nearby.  (It amazes me when you state you can't host how many guys respond:  "let's get together, but I can't host" or ask "can you host?" Or, they live 22 miles away:  come on guys, this is the Bay Area; 22 miles of driving equals misery.  And, I know BART is a quick shot:  a quick HOUR each way.  Of course, those are always the buff, muscled eye candy whose responses make your dick drip.  But life is full of missed opportunities, and e-mail ping/pong.)

Well the local guy indicated he was sending me a pic, but from his yahoo account.  I thought "flake alert".  I waited and didn't see it and responded I hadn't; I also questioned whether he was a flake because he asked me to describe how I'd fuck him.  I wasn't in the mood for cyber.  However, he had sent the pic/it preceded his message from his gmail account (talk about complicated) saying it was en route.   Apparently he must use the gmail account for hook ups and the yahoo account for regular business (I found that the yahoo account was his actual name.  Go figure.  Well I did get the pic a second time and he looked fine: in fact the arms looked pretty athletic.  So, the glacier seemed to move.  The next thing I knew was that he forwarded me his actual address.

He lives in a "wow" neighborhood.  Walking up his driveway I noticed a "my daughter is an honor student" at some local middle school decal on his SUV.  When he greated me at the door I noticed alot of laundry piled on the couch and family pics scattered about (the inside, while okay, needs lots of work and isn't as yuppie perfect as the rest of the neighborhood.)  I said "oh, I just did the math and now know why you were gun-shy about connecting at first."  He looked puzzled, and I responded "you're married, right?" Nope, he's divorced.  As he led me into the bedroom I gathered that the ex got all the nice furniture, but everything was fine enough.

Now this is an extremely nice looking guy: balding and #1 cut now, but must have originally been sandy blonde.  In his early 40's and when he kicked off the shorts he had an amazing ass, with a fine coating of ginger hair, well defined pecs/just enough hair on his pecs and stomach, and nice arms and hands:  shit, nice EVERYTHING.  He looked to me like a former college soccer player who has stayed in steady contact with the gym.  A nice, modest sized, uncut cock that most guys would be quite proud of.   He'd advised me he needed a directive top, so I pulled him to  me and stuck my tongue in his mouth.  This man needed some mansex; he was an awesome kisser.  I stood and sucked his tongue and then explored his mouth with mine, while grasping his dick and tickling his balls. 

My friend really got into sucking my cock, commenting on how big it is ("much bigger than it appeared in your pic") and did a great job sucking it.  I was loving it.  He had followed my instruction not to use deodorant, but was freshly showered and no manmusk arose the whole time we were at it, but he had dense long hair in his pits. He loved making out some more and got into my nuzzling his neck with my beard.  This boy needed some lovin' for sure.  I pushed him onto his back and licked down to his cock and gave him some serious head and lapped at his balls,  But, it seemed to make more sense to roll him on to his stomach to eat his ass.

Well being rimmed had him very verbal, but sotto vocce.  After I'd been at it a good while he begged me to put the head in; I started to tease him with the head and to rub it up and down his crack and to tease his rosebud, but he said several times "please give me a little, please put the head in".  I had noticed condoms and lube on the night table and assumed they were the ground rules but I pushed the head in a bit (he was very wet) and he pushed back until I popped past his spincter.  He was groaning how great it felt but begged me to go really slowly as he'd never had one my size before.  I was patient (hell it felt GREAT:  a super tight hole attached to a passionate stud) and he sighed with pleasure as I very very slowly pushed more in.  He asked me to stay still and then wanted to fuck himself with my cock.  It worked for me and he was loving my head working his prostate.  He was sighing and saying "you'll need to keep teaching me how to take it", "you'll need to make this your hole."  Frankly, I was blown away that we were barebacking and that this guy was such a cock slut (but, you'd never assume I was the horn dog I am if you knew me in any other context.)  Finally, he asked me to ease out as he was getting sore (again, I was amazed he didn't at least want lube, but I guess after I ate his ass he was ready for anything.)  Alas, I could tell we needed to clean up when I pulled out (he got bonus points for not freaking:  I assumed we'd be done.)  He got up and said "let's shower".  When I asked if he was done he responded "I don't think so." 

I got in the shower and he followed me in; I quickly figured out why as he stepped in front of me, let me wash his ass, and pushed his ass back against my cock and begged me to put it back in him.  We fucked for awhile in the shower; he washed my dick and then bent down to suck it in the streaming water.  (It's been years since I showered with another guy and fucking in the stall was a first for me.)  We got out and toweled off, and went back to the bed.  While I laid back he stood and sucked me, he was determined to see me cum.  Then he got on the bed, straddled me and slid down on it and stroked his cock, while fucking himself with my cock again muttering "give it to me; give it to me."  The guy actually wanted me to breed him I think.  Finally it was too much for him and he pulled off, wiped me off and started sucking again. He said he wanted me to shoot on him, so I pushed him back and made out with him while we both stroked.  I shot a nice load (thick though; I must be dehydrated); it was like white toothpaste on his thigh.  I pushed him back to get him off and was pleased he was into it, but I worried because he was soft:  he rose to the occasion.  Also, sucking and stroking him he got close quickly.  He moaned and said he was going to cum; I kept at it and he kept announcing it was coming; I realized he was giving me a chance to pull off.  I figured though, the guy has younger kids, and he just let me bareback him, he must be okay.  He shot in my mouth (pretty bland and not a big load.)  I thought to reassure him by jumping up to spit it out but thought that was ridiculous and just swallowed.

We got up and started to dress; he talked about going to the gym to work off some stress (I thought, isn't that what we just did?)  So, the jock came out; he was pleasant but I could see that the switch had been clicked.  He shot his load and his mood completely changed.  Fair enough.  I tried to make quick small talk and he was pleasant but I could see it was time to get out of his hair.  I don't imagine he really will want me to keep training his hole how to take me:  that was "pillow talk."  I also think he was a bit weirded out by my swallowing (come on man, you just let me fuck your very tight ass with my bare cock and just spit!) 

As is my habit, I sent an email back thanking him and indicating if he ever wanted an encore to let me know.  He actually responded wanting to know if I enjoyed it and telling me how much he wanted to take me to my balls. Also he asked if I had a male or female partner, so he's clearly processing what we did, and whether it's safe to try again.  Regardless whether it happens again, I was thrilled at the shot to eat and fuck that fine fine ass of his.  Daaammmmnn!

13 July/Addendum:  I got a message from this guy asking me back this week to see how much deeper I can get and inviting me to be a regular FB.  Yessss!!!!

18 July Addendum:  I got a message proposing that we get together yesterday, with the question "have you been with other men since we were together?"  Yesterday morning I got a message that he'd forgotten that the housekeeper was coming that day.  Interestingly, we played a week before.  Guess the housekeeper doesn't come on a regular weekday...Lame excuses are so tiring.  Just say you've changed your mind dude.  Clearly we will not become fuck buddies.

23 July Addendum:  I got another message saying he was sorry last week didn't work out but still wanted to get together.  This is almost entertaining.

Cuddle Bear

Yesterday I was pleased to wake up to a message from someone who promises to become a regular fb:  I guess if you connect three times that you are on the way to being fuck buddies, particularly if you can sustain it.  Anyway, he was taking the day off and knowing I was off he invited me over.  Yesterday was promising to be brutally hot, so it was good to have sex early in the day (I like to get sweaty, but if I get overheated I lose my hard.)

This is a really nice guy:  definitely a bear, but one who wears his weight well.  He's a man who has made his living with his hands, and he has broad shoulders, thick hard hands, and sweet flat ass.  He also has a big, thick, uncut cock, which is very tasty once he starts to drip precum, which I manage to stimulate shortly after we strip.

Yesterday I walked in and we went to the bedroom and he had all his clothes off in about 30 seconds:  there was no small talk, at least then.  I took maybe 60 seconds to shed mine and we were soon embracing, grasping each others' cocks and making out.  Lickedly split (sorry, I couldn't resist the pun) we were on the bed and he was giving me an incredible blow job.  His cock is great and I enjoy sucking it, but it is hard to throat and I find it more work than he finds sucking mine.   However, I really enjoy eating his ass, and while we got into a 69  session with me munching it while he was sucking me.  But I realized he'd enjoy it more flat on his stomach so I made him lie down so I could seriously tonguefuck him.   His voice was low and groaning with intense pleasure.  Soon I slid into him and sucked the back of his neck and licked inside his ears while fucking him.  He has great control of his guts and was pushing back and milking my cock.  It was great and knowing he could take it again, I got into it and allow my load to spurt when I first felt it rising, though we'd been at it easily 20 minutes.  Another great thing about this guy is that he is a bottom who can get fucked again after cumming.  He straddled my cock, which hadn't gone soft, and started to seriously work his cock while riding up and down my dick.  I was fascinated as his eyes literally rolled back as he was getting his nut:  I am a quiet type when I shoot but this guy let's go with gusto.  He dismounted and got a towel as his cum was dripping down my sides onto the bed.  He and his partner have a don't ask/don't tell relationship, so we didn't want to have him spending the remainder of the day doing laundry.

He was soon on his side and got very chatty.  I find him endearing, but his voice is a deep, low growl when he's getting fucked, but suddenly gets higher, fast pitched and very chatty during the afterglow.  It's like a switch has been flipped from macho to Nancy (sorry, that sounds perjorative, but the communication style goes from one extreme to another.)  It is fun lying back with him:  he talks about loads of things that have nothing to do with sex and it's extremely comfortable and relaxing.  Each time, however, while chatting one or both of us resuming stroking the other's thigh, grasping his dick, and then we are making out and grinding against each other.  Yesterday he was soon sucking my cock with vigor again:  I laid back and simply enjoyed it, but was soon on top of him pushing back into him.  It was nice to feel my cock sliding back and forth in my earlier load and while I normally worry whether I can summon a second load that quickly with this guy it comes with no effort at all.  Again, his eyes were rolling back in his head, his moans were low, deep, and insistent.   We rolled onto our sides spooning, with my still  hard cock in him. And again, after I came, his voice got higher and he resumed being chatty.  Very interesting.

I probably could have given him a third load, but I really didn't want to turn it into an entire day.  So, reluctantly I got up and showered and wished him well till next time.  He's sweet as well as intense sex.  Woof!

Intense Fuck

Well, today I unleashed my inhibitions.  I posted an ad on CL and, wonder of all wonders, some idiot didn't flag it (last time I got a valentine calling me an old fart by the moron who flagged me.  The moron must have been busy this morning...)  Well, I had a series of extremely hot prospects.

I started this enterprise assuming I'd get flagged (no one from a4a was biting) and then a host of extremely attractive prospects sent messages:  they knew to send pics, they were attractive, and many could host.  Unfortunately, typically those who can host are in Oakland or SF, which is frustrating for both of us.

Anyway I had a non-sexual meeting at noon, so that sort of cramped things.  However, the first responder, and the one with the most colorful responses (read: graphic) was pretty persistent.  And, he later indicated he was neg, though I fully recognize that can be totally bullshit (though, I try to ask the question in a manner that invites someone poz to affirm that.)  Mr. Hotstuff, besides sending hot pics after setting up a potential date tomorrow, begged for the opportunity to come out and at least give me a blow job.  Slut that I am, I was charmed and suggested a local motel.   The dude agreed to come out.  I jumped in the shower, and while grooming was astonished when I got a call 20 minutes later:  he was at the motel and hot to trot.  While he checked in I drove over to meet him.

Now I won't paste his face  pic, this is an incredibly hot looking guy.  Early 40's, beginning to grey a little, and simply hot.  Unfortunately, a small cock (5" max) but a delightful ass that begged to be eaten (again look above, and salivate!)  He was in a red jock and insisted on undressing me (sweet, but a bit tiresome).  He was anxious to give me a blow job and was damned good at it.  Fortunately, he wanted to get on the bed.

This was incredibly passionate mansex.  He loved making out (incredible tongue, very loving) loved sucking my cock, and went nuts when I ate his ass.  An incredible ass, and recognizing he has hot wired nips I squeezed them while I ate him:  he let up a steady stream of moaning and encouragement.  We switched off with me eating his ass, him sucking me, us in a serious 69 position (me sucking his ass instead of his cock) and making out.  He cautioned me at the outset not to play with his cock too much as once he cums the game is over (eventually I did get the jock off and licked up the major amount of precum cascading out of his cock when I started fucking him.)

I got his ass really wet and sloppy rimming it, and then teased his ass with the head; I was soon in him.  He grunted in major pleasure:  this guy was incredibly verbal and asked me if daddy liked his pussy. Trust me, I did.  It was moist and he knew how to use his ass to clench and to then loosen up.  It was an incredible fuck.  He was really worried about pleasing me, but was truly into being fucked and wanted to be bred. Throughout the session me maintained steady, intense eye contact with me.

This was too good to rush and I knew he was a pig.  I eased out and ate his ass which made him nuts;  he wanted to suck my cock after I'd been fucking him, which I asked him to do, and then made sure to make out with him.  He was in hog heaven.  He straddled me dripping precum:  I wiped it up with my fingers and both ate it and fed some of it to him.  He told me next time he's going to fill me with water so I can piss inside of him/this guy is wild.

I didn't want to give it up early, but he wanted at least two load in the two hours we had. Finally I let go and he went nuts:  he clenched my cock with his guts and moaned it was growing fatter as I spurted into him.  He insisted I lie on him to decompress, but once it eased out he was on my cock to suck it.

This was a case where I totally let go:  I totally got into it.  I started to rim him after I fucked him.  He loved it.  We made out afterwards:  he was totally into sucking my cock and telling me he could taste my cum on it.

We went back to fucking:  it was nice and silky fucking his hole after I'd cum in it.  Also, I could definitely smell the cum when I pulled out to periodically rim him.  He definitely wanted to please me and was begging me to breed him again (I need at least 30 minutes after cumming once to cum again.)  He has an incredible ass and alternated between clenching down (moaning he was trying to shut me out but that my cock couldn't be stopped) and letting his ass go slack.  I gave up on cumming again, and pulled out and he gave me a serious blow job.  However, I wanted to try to breed him again and kept rolling him on to his stomach and pushing into him again:  several times getting close, but not being able to cross the threshold..  Then finally I felt it rising.  As I spurted into him he went nuts:  he moaned "I can feel it throbbing".  It was and, despite being sore from nearly two hours, another load pulsed into him.

We were both past our deadines; the sand had run out of my hour glass.  I wanted him to cum.  Unfortunately I was past my piggy phase:  intially I wanted him to cum in my mouth; now I just wanted him to cum (if I start out wanting the guy to shoot in my mouth I usually find that after I cum that desire to swallow his load as evaporated.)  He straddled my cock and sat on it again (amazingly it stayed hard) and demanded I seriously work his nipples so he'd feel them tomorrow, while he stroked off.  Finally he started to cum:  a dribble at first and then it shot across my chest so that it was dripping off my side.  He was hyperventating (I cum quietly and intensely, but not with that passion...)

It was piggy, it was intense, it was passionate, it was sweet.  It was a great two hours.  We're supposed to be on again for tomorrow (how his hole would allow it is a mystery for me; my cock was getting sore.)  He asked me at a point what I was doing.  I responded "making you my fuck buddy".  I hope I succeeded.

Macho

Well late this morning I found myself free and suddenly on a4a I had two almost simultaneous messages.  The first was from a Latin guy who I've noticed for months and who has checked out my profile.  Last week he came on to me but it wasn't convenient.  My caution vibe was on (lots of tattoos and a muscle man) but he gave me his phone number and shared that he is married, and that his wife and two kids were out for the day.  He was upfront about where he lives, and shared that he and his wife now have a "marriage blanc".  So, cognitive dissonance kicked in and I thought he might be okay some time.

A second message came from a 23 year old who came on to me earlier in the week; pretty aggressive and asked if "daddy wants some boy hole."  Well Daddy does, but usually my caution vibe kicks in when I am approached like that.  This morning, however, I was incredibly horny so I gave him some serious consideration.  We exchanged pics, but he only sent a torso pic, and then ignored me when I asked if he had a face pic to trade.  Then there was an interim of about 10 minutes when he didn't open my last message (after he'd responded immediately to the others.)  I wrote "hope you find what you are looking for:  happy hunting" and then got a message that he could host and was ready.  However, he started asking me how I liked to fuck, wrote back other questions and it was evident he was (is) a flake.

During the meantime I kept communicating with the Latin guy (Nicaraguan) who asked me to call him.  I decided to head over there:  he asked me to hold off for 30 minutes so that he could clean out.  I wrote the kid-flake I was busy but might be free later.  He's still on a4a but not opening my message (I am imagining he's jerking off while stringing guys along:  whatever gets you through the day dude.)

So I headed to the Latin guy's place.  He met me outside and I followed up to his apartment.  He has an amazing body and I could tell it was a great ass as I was following him up the stairs and I was growing pretty hard. 

We got into his apartment and he wanted to get down to business immediately.  I asked him if he kissed and he looked at me like I was crazy.  I thought, okay, this isn't going to be passionate sex.  He's a short guy (5' 7") and ridiculously muscled; probably -15% body fat; you could bounce a quarter off him.  And, an amazingly big uncut cock that was drooling precum.  I knelt down to suck it and then he wanted to get into face fucking me (which I hate:  I like to give a long blow job, but I like the guy to be lying back.)  He went to start sucking mine and Finally I insisted we get on the bed  so that I could suck it. 
He was lying back and I was working it, but I kept thinking how much better this could be if we were making out and going back and forth.  The guy has dense hair in his pits and I would have loved to have gotten into eating them out:  I did the math though and concluded this was going to be a suck and maybe fuck session and little more.

 I started to suck his balls and tried to go down to his ass, but he didn't get the message to lift his legs.  Finally I told him to roll over and started to eat his ass.  He as pretty tight and kept trying to clench his ass cheeks and spincter.  He finally started to relax and I got into some serious ass eating.   He wanted to suck me some more and I positioned him so I could eat his ass while he sucked my cock.  I went back to his cock a couple of times because it was dripping and I love precum.  I had him lying on his stomach and rubbed my cock up and down his crack; he grabbed it with his hard hand and positioned it outside his hole; I figured that it was so that it wouldn't go in.  Finally he said get up and he stood on a step stool and pushed back against my cock and it went in (it was weird, when I arrived he first insisted on standing on a stool while I sucked him.)  I pulled out and asked if we could do it on the bed; he wanted to stand but got off the stool and I pushed into him again.  A TIGHT hole and the guy knows how to clench.  However, he pulled off and insisted I lean against the wall and pushed back until I penetrated him.  He definitely is a power bottom and wanted to control the moves.  It felt great and I could feel my load rising; I kept telling him that he was going to make me cum and he kept pushing back harder.  I am not crazy about fucking while standing so I decided to let go.  He loved it when he felt me cumming and squeezed my cock with his guts really hard and kept fucking himself with it till I pulled out.

Well, there was no afterglow. He's a nice guy but he asked if I wanted to clean up.  I mentioned he hand't gotten off (frankly I'd have liked to swallow his load) but he said it didn't matter, and the situation was one I wanted to wrap up.  He graciously showed me out (he put on his jock, a tee shirt, a baseball cap, and black leather ankle boots to show me to the door, lol...) It was odd, but I wasn't creeped out.

As I left I figured this guy is a bottom who needs to be in control of the show in order to feel macho.  Well I got off; he got his ass bred, and I guess we both got something that we wanted.