Juicy

Well, I had today off and I was anxious to get off but wasn't free till late morning.  I'd had tentative plans with a tall young bear/budding fb who I will post about at length in a future entry.  As luck would have it, however, he was called into work.  So I tapped a few other fuck buddies and was pleased when one I hook up with every couple of months wrote back.

The challenge was that I couldn't get there till 11:30 and he needed to make a doctor's appointment at 1:00.  But he wrote back he really wanted to suck my "big dick." Worrying that perhaps he was seeing this as a quick blow and go opportunity I wrote back that I hadn't cum yet and wanted to fuck him and got an "absolutely" response.  I was definitely "down" for it.

I got there on time and we managed to get straight to it with either of us acting rushed.  He's a tall, muscular bear:  big bellied, older and past his prime but not gone to seed yet (pardon the pun.)  We stripped, started to make out and grope each other simultaneously.  He has a big, thick, uncut cock: while not as long as mine his is easily 6 1/2 inches thick and has a huge foreskin.  It is great to press my index finger in past the skin and to massage his nice big head while he begins to ooze precum.  It's great to suck as well and because the skin is so long you need to retract it to get his bare cock head in your mouth.

He quickly coaxed me on to the bed as he has hungry to suck me and grunting with satisfaction noting "I love your big dick" / "great cock" each time he came up for air.  I massaged his huge balls and the outside of his hole while he sucked me.  But soon I wanted him on his knees so that I could eat his ass while he sucked me.  And once that started he began to forget sucking my cock and to groan while I stuck my tongue in his ass and licked his taint.

Last month I took a mental health day and hosted him.  When he arrived he had just gotten out of the shower and his hole tasted almost floral; today at his place it was as it has been all the other times I have eaten him:  very clean, but also with a great man musk that's so good you'd want some in a bottle to shake on food.  I was loving my beard and mustache getting saturated with it (and I am currently enjoying that aroma as I scratch my beard.)

Without saying it we both were conscious of time and he got on his knees, I grabbed the lube and moistened us both with it and eased into him.  What's great about this guy is there is no "okay stop!"  "wait a minute and let me get used to it!"  "slow! stop! okay just a little bit at a time!"  I felt the head pop in; he sighed with satisfaction and while I remained still he pushed back in one thrust until I was deep inside him.   In other words, we got right to business.  From then on it was long strokes with affirmative grunts and comments "amazing"  "it feels so so good deep inside me"  "that's it; right there; deeper!" As I thrust forward he pushed back and he met each grind of my cock with ongoing affirmation.  It was a great fuck.  He then started to moan that he wished he didn't have a doctor's appointment.

His guts were clamped around me and nicely massaging my cock; I didn't want it to end, but knew he would need to get going shortly and I definitely wanted to be sure to cum so I just let it go.   Throughout the fucking his leg kept flinging back, which I love.  It's great when you are deep inside the guy and his leg swings back so that he can press his foot against your ass.   The orgasm was great: it was sustained spasming and it was evident that he could feel me spurting and was enjoying it.  I laid on top of him and slowed my thrusting and I gradually grew softer and felt it pop out.  He kept thanking me, which makes me feel a little awkward as we were fucking each other and he couldn't have enjoyed it more than I did.  Still it does the heart good when the bottom is gushing thanks for the fine fucking you just gave his ass.

When sucking his cock before fucking him I was thinking how much I wanted him to cum in my mouth; I kept thinking I wanted to eat his load all the time I was fucking him.  But, as usual, once I got my nut taking his cum suddenly wasn't attractive to me (he's a guy who can get fucked after cumming, so I should probably reverse it some time to take it when it still seems attractive to me.)  I did encourage him to cum and lightly fingered his balls and sucked his nipple while he vigorously worked his cock; it was amazing how fast he came and it was a substantial load.

Well he wanted to lie back and savor the afterglow but I was conscious of his timetable and soon was sliding my shorts and sandals on and heading to the door.  Without any inhibition he walked me to the door, bare assed naked (I was looking out the window at his neighbors) gave me a peck and wished me well.

I was there 40 minutes!  Damn!  It was task oriented but great.  But like Chinese food, I was hungry for more an hour later.  Unfortunately he's expecting his partner home and they are having company for the weekend.  Hopefully we'll reconnect an upcoming day off and I'll swallow his  juice first.

Deja Vu/Never Say Never

I was reminded of Yogi Bera's comment "deja vu all over again" yesterday.  So I had the morning free/had a lot of stuff to do in the afternoon, and I woke up early, my horns were on, and I wanted to fuck.

The Arab and I keep missing each other/he usually has 400,000 things to do Saturday morning and then around noon will write and say "are you free at 2:47?"  Much as I'd like to be at that point I am usually in the middle of something (and have spewed my load somewhere else, or rubbed two out by that point."  So, that preface was to note I started by texting the Arab but knew the chances were those of a snowball in hell that he'd actually say he was free (later, as usual, he wrote and was astonished when I wasn't free mid-afternoon.  But, I digress...)

So I was logged on to the usual sites and this cub with "breed" in his profile name came on to me.  Something seemed vaguely familiar, though the town in which he listed that he lived didn't square with the one that was coming to mind.    A black guy was coming to mind and this guy claimed to be Puerto Rican and black (which sounded pretty hot/I love Puerto Ricans.) We played message ping pong and after we established status he wanted to clarify that he is allergic to latex (mentally, perhaps...)  I responded that I was of the impression he wanted to be fucked bare and for me to shoot my load deep in him on the basis of his moniker/he seemed surprised that I wasn't negotiating.  My sense is that guys don't usually joke about that.  Normally that type of directness is a yellow light for me, but it seemed as if it was a straight on conversation to that point (pardon the mixed metaphor.)  Then when I asked for his address it was actually a blue collar (hardscrabble) town to the north east, which never gives me a great vibe and where I have ventured three times before and had weird experiences.  My cock was doing the thinking at this point and I decided to roll with it. 

As I drove north it was all very familiar/too familiar.  When I pulled up to the house I was thinking to just turn around and head home/this was the site of one of my "Frightening Friday" experiences last year.  But my cock was thinking and I thought I could exit if I wasn't feeling it.  (Digression:  once years ago I went to a guy's condo to fuck him/it was an enormous condo in a behemoth condo complex where everything was identical and it was hard to find.  He had a roommate who lived elsewhere in the enormous place.  Months later I was approached by a guy on line and his address was the same condo complex.  After parking and walking in I got the feeling I was in a place I'd been before.  However this time I parked in the front, not the back, entered through the front door, not the back door, and was in a different part of the condo, but I quickly realized I was hooking up with the roommate. Amazing coincidence.  No, we never did a threeway/as it ended up they didn't get along and the first one was out of town when I came to play with the second.)

Well as I entered the house there was a rolly polly black guy just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him:  deja vu.  Last time we fucked in this horrible tiny room piled with random clothes and dreck on a rump sprung mattress.  I was ready to leave but he led me into a large bedroom with a queen sized bed and firm looking mattress.  However, the messy chest of drawers had about a thousand bottles of woman's perfume on it.  I asked if he was married and he said we were going to use his cousin's room.  Something seemed fishy, pardon the expression (ahem.)

Little lies bug me/ they suggest more serious lies to worry about.  The room had similar squalor, though not as acute as the rest of the house (dusty, stuff heaped everywhere.)  It wasn't very different than the rest of the house and I was wondering whether he now has a female partner (some of the sad slippers in the bedroom looked like they were his.) Also, there is absolutely nothing that suggests Puerto Rican culture in the place, but amidst the dreck there were a serious number of African American images (art, posters, etc.)  Again I am quick to note inconsistencies in story and this wasn't all adding up.  Later I mentioned he'd have a lot of laundry to do (if I was a housemate I'd think it weird if the other person washed my sheet and made my bed.)  He responded he'd just do the top sheet and I was thinking how pissed I'd be if I was sharing a house to find the house mate was using my bed to fuck in/again, this wasn't adding up.

Besides being fat (solid, but big tits, big belly with serious handles, big ass) this guy must not do anything at home.  Yet, I was thinking with my dick and he was personally clean, and is actually a cuteish guy. We kissed and the guy is an amazing kisser.  So I went with the flow.

Now for all of you out there with a Mandingo fantasy I need to burst your bubble:  not all black guys have huge cocks; in fact the cocks of some aren't big period.  This guy's tops at 6" when fully hard.  He was soft when we started but he began to chow down on my cock, which brought him to full mast (it's a nice cock, but he didn't get fully hard when I sucked him, but was engorged while I stroked it as we made out after I'd fucked him.)  He does give an amazing blow job and was able to throat my cock repeatedly which impressed us both.

He was insistent on silicone lube (I'd said I had some when he wrote he needed to run out for some, but he did anyway.  It was nicer I have to admit, but I didn't understand the issue, but then I don't bottom.)  However, first I ate his ass a bit, but he wasn't turning me on over all and I just wanted to fuck and that's what he wanted.

Well being a bigger guy it was actually hard to find the right angle to get my cock into him but once we did it felt great.  He wasn't vocal or loud, but I was enjoying the affirmative grunts that confirmed that I was hitting the right spots, that jabbing here with the head of my cock, or pulling back or speeding up was turning his crank.  He did murmur how deep/deep inside him I was, particularly when I made him lie on his side and pull his thigh to his chest as I thrust into him.  There were full length mirror doors along the closet wall which were distracting and as I watched us fuck I was reminded of a "making bacon" poster I'd seen years ago (there was also a mirror embedded in the head board...)  We kept at it a long time but eventually I blew into him and while I didn't announce it he started to broadly smile and thrust back against me.

I eased out and he was down on my cock immediately to suck it dry.   It's the pig in me that makes me absolutely love to have a guy suck my cock after I pull out of his ass (later when I started to fuck him again we took a couple of breaks and he dove down onto my rod when I pulled out to suck me.)  I  stayed hard and was soon back inside him and we continued to fuck for a long time.  He wanted a second load in him, but it takes me awhile to coax another out.  We were both surprised that I wore him out before I came (and, dammit, I was damned close to giving it up inside him again.)  He was really sorry to have to stop but he was getting seriously sore so I reluctantly withdrew; we tried my reentering and mellowly fucking but by then it was too much for him.

However, he was back on my cock in a second and savoring the taste of the load I'd deposited earlier and had been massaging into his guts.  We made out and I started to stroke while he massaged my balls and the second load spurted a nice line of cum up my stomach and chest that he eagerly lapped up and then sucked my cock into his mouth (our last encounter when I stroked off he scooped up my load and shoved into his ass with his fingers.)

We talked for a bit afterwards/ while squirrelly he sounds fairly grounded.  However, there is a weirdness there that I thought disconcerting.  When I got home I got a message from him/we'd last connected via Craig's List and not kept in contact; now we know each other on one of the sites.  While I doubt I will go back I now know to never say never.

Riding Me Like A Pony

I made an encore appearance in Orange County again this week (albeit, a cameo/it was just overnight.)  And, I met with my hot young Latino friend (okay, he's not that young --the dude is 28.  However, his Daddy fixation makes it seem like he's a boy.)

This time I think he actually did eat before we connected, though he was ravenous when he left (better than smoking...)  But, the time was relaxed other than his concern about getting home to get a decent night's sleep as he needed to get up early for work (but, that worked for both of us.)

Again he wanted me to leave the door to the room open, which meant covering the lock with the "do not disturb" tag/this is borderline stupid (read dangerous) I figured I'd be okay.  He also wanted the lights off (okay, another fantasy of his emerging) so I put on the bathroom light, turned off the room lights and figured we'd navigate in the ambient light coming in the room from the lights outside.

He came in and I embraced him and we started to make out and he was soon naked. As we were making out he hopped up and positioned my cockhead against his hole again and was cooing with hunger and pleasure.  Then he chowed down on my cock and then I started to give him serious head and played with his balls (he has low hangers, one hanging lower than the other, and it is a kick to play with them) and I was enjoying his turtleneck.   But it was evident from the start that he wanted to get right to the main course, so I didn't get to eat his ass, which later proved serendipitous for me (God looks out for small children and fools.)

I found him moving to straddle me and he started to slide down on me --dry!  However, it slid right in and felt good, making me wonder whether he'd lubed himself up before coming over.  I normally am not enamored of being ridden but it felt good and I was getting off and watching (and feeling) him pleasure himself with my dick.  He was using my cock to fuck himself and really getting into it.  It felt silky and my cock was smoothly sliding in and out of him and I was enjoying pelvis thrusts upwards that made him grunt and whimper with pleasure/I was as deep as I could get and him being a short guy it meant I was way up inside him.  We began with him facing me, but he wanted to ride me with his back facing me (which I normally don't like) but I was going with the flow.  It was hot to listen to his grunts, and whimpers, and coos, and my cock certainly was enjoying it even it wasn't optimal.  However, as he dismounted he said "wait, I think there is some water" and when he sniffed his hand he freaked and said we both needed to clean off.  It was the backwash from his cleaning out earlier that was loosened when I pushed further into him.

Well suddenly we were in 100 watt bathroom lighting/fortunately it wasn't horrible but my pubes in particular we saturated in light brown water (yuck.)  So I shampooed them, washed my cock and waited for him to shower up (I expected the sheets to look like a battlefield, but they were unscathed, thank God since we'd been fucking in the middle of the bed.  Later it would be his cum that would mark them.)

We both rebounded and he was soon sliding down my rod and riding me like a pogo stick (this time with the help of lube.)  I was glad he was facing away as he's constantly sniffing poppers, which I don't want to inhale (the recipe for a major headache.)  He was getting totally opened up and after he'd gotten the itch scratched to his satisfaction he wanted to know what Daddy wanted.

Normally I am not into doggy style fucking but since he was facing that way I pushed him onto his knees and reentered him/it felt good and it was working for us both.  I was stroking his cock as I pounded him and then he started to beg for my load "give me your babies" (yeah, pretty weird, but it gets him off.)  I was sucking the back of his neck and slapping of our flesh was audible.  It felt great as my load surged out of me and he could feel it throbbing for quite some time after I started to cum.

We both got on our sides and spooned and he burrowed his head into my chest and with my arms cradling him he fell asleep and took a serious nap.  It felt good and it was sweet to hold him and listen to his breathing, and realize this guy is so comfortable with me that he totally lets go.  After awhile his breathing made me realize he's awakened and I lightly started to play with his cock and balls (I love pushing my fingers under his foreskin.) 

Soon he was on his back with his legs in the air and I was seriously pistoning and out of him and he was crying out "using your cum as lube/fucking your cum deep up inside me!" It felt good and I knew if we kept at it for a long time that he'd get a second load.  But as I thrust really deeply into him his eyes widened and he said "you're cumming again!"  Well, I figured that was what he wanted to believe so I played along/alas, in actuality I wasn't.  He then grasped his cock and pounded his meat hard and was soon spewing all over the sheets.

After he came I could sense the switch flipping in his mind:  tomorrow was work, needed to get home, etc.  He was up and pulling on his clothes.  It wasn't abrupt but the occasion was over/time to move on.  Fair enough.

I haven't got any more upcoming trips to the OC on the horizon, but will be in LA late next month.  He drove to meet me in Pasadena in the fall; maybe I'll be able to lure him up again the next trip.  It certainly is great sex with him.

Magic F Stick

This morning I reconnected with a tall, handsome bear with whom I had amazing sex on three occasions this winter.  Since then we our orbits haven't been in sync:  the days I am typically available he's been tied up (figuratively,  not that way) and he gets home from work well after I am comfortably ensconced for the evening.

We keep an eye on each other from the various sites since we last hooked up and have had some near misses.  This morning we were going to connect really early, but then I was tied up till late morning and he had early afternoon plans.  It looked like it was going to be a bust (he said he might be finished up late afternoon, but I know how that usually works out) but I messaged him and asked if he was up for a quicky.  There was a little message ping pong and then he said okay (part of it was his worry whether at the last minute he'd have enough time to clean out.)  I myself was still funky from a day of serious gardening; he told me to just drive over but I decided that while it was wholesome honest dirt it was more tolerable, but jumped in the shower for a quick rinse.  (Later I found out he was hoping that I was a bit musky as he has a thing for pits as well:  great minds think alike...)

He's a passionate bear, and when I arrived he was really into making out (which we do best lying down as he's 4" taller than me.)  We were really savoring it and he noted "I don't know how to speed it up since you and I have had so much time before."  That was for sure as I'd been there for three hours each time before (and the first time I gave him three loads.)

As we got naked and horizontal he warned me that he didn't know how it would go as I was the last one to fuck him.  Shit, that was three months ago!  This boy needed a tune up badly.

Well despite his warning me he was tight I knew I was going to get in, but wanted him to be totally relaxed, so I rolled him onto his back and as we made out I massaged the underside of his cock with a finger until he was steel hard and then proceeded to give him serious head, deploying every trick in my repertoire.  I was rewarded with him thrashing and moaning in pleasure and then rolled him onto his stomach to start eating his ass.  So after awhile I'd reduced him to jelly and started to rub my cock up and down his crack.  He complained that I was teasing him when I knew how much his ass wanted it and he started to moan as my head pressed against his hole.  He decided he wanted it with just spit, but he was super tight and as I went in I figured I'd loose the epidermis on my dick if we didn't use some lube.  It felt good then but I anticipated major sore cock potential.

He buys Gun Oil, which I love:  just a little bit and you slide right in.  As soon as I penetrated him I knew I could cum quickly, but since we didn't have all morning I wanted to hold back for awhile from giving up my load.

It is really fun to fuck a guy who loves to be fucked and who wants it as deep as you can thrust it, and as hard and as fast.  I usually am not into fast (I am more into technique and moving from flat to right then the guy's left side so that I can really stretch him open) but can vary.  This was the complete opposite of a guy who I fucked a couple of days ago who decided I was too thick and could only take about 3 inches in short tiring jabs(a weird story to be chronicled another time.)  Today my bear was really loud and telling me how much he'd missed my fuck stick, that it was magic, that it was my magic fuck stick.

Soon he was begging for my load.  He was loud, we were both really sweating, and I had an eye on the clock knowing he was on a short time frame.  So I began to worry that my ability to cum had passed (I like affirmation, but when a guy is really loud I find it distracting and it breaks my concentration.  And, when I have been fucking for awhile to bring back that ready to cum sensation requires my being singularly focused.)  Nonetheless I was really enjoying the fuck:  it's comfortable being with him and flat out fun, and he's hot and his ass is amazing.  Suddenly the feeling came on as he'd started another refrain of coaxing my load to spurt.  It was great that he knew from my cock's throbbing that I was giving it up and he shoved back hard and clamped down saying he wanted every drop and that he was going to keep it in him for the rest of the day.

I was ready to get out of his hair as the sand was almost out of the hour glass, but he urged me to lie on his back and stay in him.  As it was, I'd managed to fuck him for 20 minutes (yes, I can go a long time...and this was rushing it.)  I eased out and rolled onto my side and we enjoyed a couple of minutes of afterglow, but while he said his pals could wait I didn't want to mess up the rest of his day.

So I was slipping on my tee shirt and shorts and we kissed at the door and I headed out.   It had been 45 minutes, yet it didn't feel rushed.  But we both want to keep at it all morning or all afternoon (or both) next time so that he can really polish my fuck stick.

No Kissing Allowed

After an unintended hiatus (a long, tedious story, not to be discussed here) I have to catch up with a lot of chronicling.  But, the beat goes on (pardon the pun) and a description of yesterday's assignation follows.

The VGL (Very Good Looking) guy of months ago, with whom I've hooked up several times despite the horrific initial dirty butt episode ( nasty!) has been at me the last couple of weeks to reconnect. He's married and on the d/l so his availability is sporadic, though I have found him pretty consistently available on Saturdays -- he's wanted to connect more than I have been available or interested, actually.

These are purely maintenance visits for him.  He likes cock:  wants to suck cock and more importantly to get fucked, but it doesn't involve much beyond that.   As prequel to getting fucked he does love to have his ass eaten, and he does like to have his cock, balls, and taint licked (but then, don't we all?)  But the process is pretty mechanical, and while he's panting and sighing and groaning in pure pleasure the experience is entirely devoid of any passion.

Why do I bother?  Well, quite frankly the guy has an incredible body:  -5% body fat.  Not muscular, but toned:  defined pecs, defined biceps, defined thighs, a flat stomach, beautiful feet, and pits full of thick, dense hair:  woof! I think he works out, but his bod looks like he's a devoted swimmer who is also a regular at the gym and possibly runs as well.  He doesn't have an attractive face, however; it's acne scarred and his wiry greying hair is combed backwards with gel.  When he wears glasses you could imagine him being a librarian or computer programmer (until the clothes come off) especially since he wears comfortable looking suede sneakers, grey polos, and jeans.  Nondescript for sure.  But naked he is a wet dream.  His skin is slightly olive:  I wonder if he has Italian or Middle Eastern heritage/probably the former.

His ass is pretty amazing:  small, compact, taut, with a nice bit of fine hair.  Otherwise he's not very hairy at all, other than dense pubes.  Where he's got hair it's dense and nice. 

Eating his ass is great, but from the time he arrives until you are mopping up and dressing afterwards he mostly whispers:  it's sotto voce sex, though when my body is pressed against and deep inside him he's clearly audible, but an audible whisper "oh, oh, ahhh!  I love your cock!...ah!!!"  He's got a beautiful cock, an inch shorter than mine and thinner, but it's shape and color are simply gorgeous.  It's great to suck, and the balls that frame it are equally nice.  I could imagine him being a superb stud to service a woman, but yesterday I inferred his wife doesn't get any or if she does it's extremely rare.

I couldn't host, but he always indicates that he can "find a place."  My guess is that he is involved in property management of some sort.  Yesterday he indicated he would find a location nearby; I was supposed to see the Arab, but he had nine zillion errands in the morning and would be able mid-afternoon some time.  I don't like to have my day off on hold waiting for "some time" so I went with the bird in hand (a Cock in this case/okay guys I apologize, I simply couldn't resist that pun.)

Well he gave me directions, but in a squirrelly way gave me the wrong condo unit number (he's terrified of my outing him apparently and ignores requests that he text me, and only responds through email, which is tedious.)  So I got to this condo unit cluster and of course the odd numbered units were separated from the even numbered units and you ended up in the wrong pod of even numbered units in a fruitless search for the even numbered units in question.  I was eventually "successful", however, and knocked on a door then answered by a woman.  So I immediately made up a lame excuse and headed to my car and ran into my fb who said "I hope you didn't knock on the door" (duh, of course I did bendeho!) but he led me to the unit he had found for us.

It was weird/full of furniture and dreck, being cleaned out, two bedrooms with beds covered with clothing.  The master bedroom had a water bed and he didn't want to fuck on that, so he found a towel and we played standing and then on the floor (okay, yes it was tawdry.)  He was super worried about our making noise that would draw attention to us from the neighboring units.

He was a bit frenzied and I needed to advise him, when he was naked "don't you want to take your glasses off?"  We awkwardly embraced grasping each others' cocks.  We needed a leader, so I pulled him to me and placed his under mine and started to stroke them together and he started to kiss my shoulder and neck, but almost caught himself.  I noted a progression of sorts in this hook up.  He'd contacted me and indicated he wanted me to cum in his mouth, which really surprised me as my orgasm has always been an after thought (he's a nice guy but once he cums he slips into his nervous "I need to exit quickly" mode.)  However, fear not, I wasn't of the misimpression that his wanting me to spurt in his mouth was emanating from a desire to please me/the desire solely arose (another pun! dammit!) from his need/his fantasy.

Well, after rimming him and sucking him and getting him to suck me, I lubed up and pushed into him (fortunately I thought to bring lube.  Question:  if I hadn't what would we have done?  He seemed pleased and surprised that I had some; it hadn't occurred to him that we'd need some?  To ask if I'd bring it if he didn't have some?)  But it was a nice fuck and his ass felt amazing and I knew that if he'd had let me I would shoot deeply into him at any given moment.  As if he was in my head he murmured "I want your cock in my mouth when I cum."  Okay.  However, I wondered how clean he and it would be.

The fucking was truly great but he wanted me to pull out so he could suck me some more.  As I eased out I told him and wanted to clean it off first.  I'd come prepared with some fancy towelettes (lemon scented, very gay I guess) and they didn't come away dirty.  With no reluctance he slurped my cock into his mouth and sucked me with gusto, but pulled off and said he wanted me to fuck him more and laid on his back with his legs in the air.  I'd discovered his nipples were sensitive and he was grasping my hands to lead me to them and I pushed slowly into him but could tell that that position was really stretching him and I was taking it slow and easy:  the sweet pain he was experiencing was evident and he was thrusting back against me when I'd pause:  he wanted to get fucked.  

Since he's so fit he was able to keep his legs up in the air for along time and I was loving pistoning in and out, but they started to ache and he wanted them down.  I was a bit worried as I started to notice a fishy (!) aroma and didn't want to come out of him suspecting the reason.  I managed to stay in and managed to get him with his legs back up in the air after awhile,  but soon he said he wanted me to cum in his mouth.

When I pulled out I could smell something/my cock didn't look bad but needed to be wiped clean (love those towelettes) and as he moved I noticed a wet, light brown stain on the beach towel.  However, with no reluctance he had the head of my cock in his mouth as I stroked off and took the entire load (but soon spit it into the towel...)

Moments later he wanted me to fuck him some more so he could cum (again gents, please note:  if you don't want the guy to cum inside you, despite the fact that you already are getting lots of his precum if he barebacks you, his cock will continue to have cum in it immediately after he's cum.)  So I used some lube and invited him to straddle me and he eased down on it, grimacing in pain/pleasure and began to vigorously work his cock and a geyser of cum shot out.  This was no stroke story fantasy either; it was real and it was a huge amount of spunk that hit my face, covered my chest, and some was soaking the carpet.   The last time we'd played he'd indicated he hadn't cum in a week; I commented on his amazing discipline and he said "yeah, some times I hold back for weeks to see how long I can go."  Okay, that confirmed that the Mrs. isn't getting much if any.

Well, we both literally mopped up (he had paper towels there/gross but somewhat helpful) and ushered me out saying he'd finish cleaning up.  It did the trick but was like eating a pop tart for breakfast; while it sated the hunger it wasn't a nourishing meal.  However, he did kiss my neck and take my load in his mouth; we might be working up to bacon and eggs.

Hungry Boy

So, this week I returned to So Cal and arranged, in advance, to hook up with the boy.  Every time we hook up he arrives, mid-evening, and after we are done announces that he hasn't eaten dinner (he also admitted that sex makes him ravenous afterwards.)  This time was no different.  I'd eat a meal with him, but I don't want this to get out of control:  I want to keep it a functional, just physical relationship.  Once you cross certain lines you then become friends and then just friends instead of fuck buddies (though, the Mancub and I have managed to straddle that type of relationship.)  Ah, but I digress...

I missed my initial flight, but still got settled late afternoon.  He was supposed to eat and come over afterwards, so I caught a light bite myself.  Around 7 pm he announced he was en route, which was really early for us.  It seemed like 10 minutes later he was tapping on the hotel room door (I was engrossed in Tumblr profiles so slammed the laptop shut.)  There he was standing, hoodie on and an affected macho Latino alpha look of indifference on his face that melted when the door to the room closed. 

Suddenly he had a warm smile and his eyes were twinkling.  He rapidly peeled his clothes off and embraced me with vigor:  we started to make out and he hopped up to position himself so my cockhead was resting against his hole:  he started to moan with hunger to have my cock deep inside him.  I dropped to my knees to get a taste of his fine uncut cock, wanting to enjoy the turtleneck before he got fully engorged.  He pulled me up and then dropped down to briefly suck my cock as an appetizer, but it was clear he was famished for the main course, and wanted it served up quickly.

He was soon on the bed with his ass up in the air and getting the message I started to feast on his hole. I was really chowing down on it and he was urging me on with endearing pants and coos of pleasure.  But he wanted me to fill him and I definitely wanted to push into him.

It was another of those times when you push in and you immediately feel like you are going to shoot your load and you have to will your balls to hold back.  My cock was incredibly sensitive and super stimulated.  He was really enjoying it and pushing back and clamping down on it with his muscles.  I was going to give it up figuring that I'd get hard again and work on a second load, but he was inside my head and begged me not to cum yet. 

This was new as he's usually thirsty for my cum as soon as I push in; last time we connected he was crabby that he only got one load.  However, I held back and we both savored a long leisurely fuck.  I was sucking on the back of his neck and licking the inside of his ears and wrapped my arms around him so I could tweak his nipples.  He was responding back with clamping and relaxing his guts and pushing up as I thrust down.  He kept taking brief breaks to snort poppers, but after a long time at it he said "cum any time you want to Dad, I want to feel you shoot your load." 

Well, holding back usually throws my rhythm totally off, but it didn't this time and I felt the switch flip and enjoyed feeding his ass my load as it spurted into him.  He knew it and commented on how he could feel my cock continue to throb.

This time he was eager to get off himself, and when I eased out he immediately got on his knees and started to jerk off with a frenzy, spurting a huge load onto the mattress.  He was soon up to get a towel to mop it up, and then was grapping his boxers: this was new; I expected him to lie back and chat, and then to coax me to give him another load as he usually does.

As it was, he said he'd blown off dinner with his mother to come right over and needed to head out to see her.  I teased him about his not having eaten again and he laughed and noted that the sex had left him famished.  It definitely worked for me as I was able to get a long night's sleep and felt great the next day.

I was down there for a couple of days and we were supposed to reconnect but he flaked, but wants to reconnect during an upcoming trip.  Perhaps we are just at a maintenance fuck point; if so, fair enough.  I must admit, however, I am looking forward to the next meal.

Greedy Bottoms

Writing recent entries I alluded to frustrating sex late this winter that I was going to chronicle.  Having a moment to reflect I am going to flashback to that here.

Following my hook up with my Southern CA Boy in late January, which while initially satisfying resulted in my picking up a lingering cold from him, I arranged to hook up with him again on a subsequent trip down.  Each time we plan to connect he tells me he wants to spend the night with me, which never works out and, in all honesty, usually ends up as a relief for me.  The one time it didn't (prove a relief) was when I added another night to the trip and he ended up being sick and almost flaked entirely.  Then I'd actually looked forward to repeatedly fucking and sucking him all night and a lazy following morning with him in bed.  So much for well laid plans (admittedly cheesy pun there.)

Well in late February I made a cameo appearance back in Orange County and arranged to meet my boy at the hotel where I usually stay ("our place", so to speak.)  As luck would have it my late afternoon flight was delayed/he responded "no problem" as he was going to have dinner with his folks.  So I mellowed out with a glass of wine on the plane, another over dinner, and got naked and climbed into bed, following his direction to leave the door open (which required my placing a piece of paper over the lock, which did creep me out a tad as any lunatic could get into the room.)  Having spent the day in my office before flying down I was bushed, and with the wine I ended up zonking out.  I was abruptly awakened, however, when the door pushed open and there he was.

He quickly stripped and climbed into bed with me and we made out and sucked each other but he was there for the main course:  he wanted to be be fucked and bred --several times.

Now, for a period of time I was taking forever to shoot my load, even when barebacking.  Usually it was a function of the bottom begging for my load from the moment of penetration and nagging me throughout the fucking to seed him right then.  Cumming is like dessert, or the icing on the cake (okay that was a terrible metaphor.)  I like to enjoy fucking:  feeling the guy's tight, moist hole grasping my cock, the friction of his ass rubbing against my cockhead, and a throbbing connection starting between my balls and my cock head resulting in a load eventually pulsing up my shaft after alot of mutually pleasurable stimulation before hand .  It normally doesn't require any encouragement, and knowing how to satisfy a hot bottom I usually try to delay shooting my load,and not allowing the possibility to take over as soon as I feel it impending.

If I am tired, however, or if I am not feeling 100% well or "perky" sometimes getting my nut takes awhile.  Now my So Cal boy has typically gotten two loads from me each time we've connected (he'd have gotten a third if our mutual schedules had allowed.)  This time I was enjoying the fucking but he started to nag me to breed him from the time I pushed into him "daddy I want your sperm!"  (Okay, for some reason sperm, being a clinical term, doesn't jive with the psychic atmosphere when barebacking a guy and wanting to leave your claim by depositing a load deep inside him.  Then, not sufficiently distracted he then started to say to me "I want you to make me pregnant!  I want to have your baby daddy!"  Now, I am really not into the roleplaying scene, and have "played along" with this guy's daddy thing because he is cute, and a passionate, amazing bottom with a tight ass and a nice, meaty uncut cock.  But this  definitely crossed the line for me and hearing that I mentally threw up a little in my mouth.  (Years and years ago when fucking a big muscular stud/wearing a condom, he demanded that I say "now you're pregnant!" when I came.  A definite buzz kill.)

Now fucking the boy was an effort; I stayed hard, but I was distracted and his further nagging had me frustrated and wanting to cum just to get him to stop nagging, not as the pleasurable anticipated conclusion to hot intimacy.   As it continued to take longer to get there, I needed to pull out and to take a few breaks.  He started to get sulky, which irritated me.  Finally I was back in him and my load pulsed out, which was a relief not a pleasure.   The ending didn't leave either of us satisfied and he was soon out of bed and getting dressed saying he needed to go eat (interestingly, whenever he cums he gets voraciously hungry.)  I wasn't sorry to have him leave but asked "I thought you were having dinner with your folks.  ?"  He'd indicated that it hadn't worked out as he wanted to get ready (i.e. cleaned out) to see me.  It was a brusque ending.

Subsequent experiences with the Arab (sorry guys, if you don't recognize who these fuckbuddies of mine are, you'll have to drilldown and read my earlier blog entries/both these guys are well chronicled) he was also nagged me for my loads from the start (ironic as for the first year and a half he and he was paranoid about my cumming in him/now getting bred is what it's all about for him when we hook up.)  The result was that while I stayed hard and fucked the hell out of him, the only way I could orgasm was by stroking off afterwards.  For most bottoms at least half the experience seems to be their desire to see the top cum, at least as much as getting stretched out by a big cock.

For awhile I worried about whether I could still cum through fucking.  But during later hook ups with other guys I had no trouble cumming while fucking (e.g. the Ricecake asked the last two times I fucked him "you're cumming already?!"  I wasn't about to risk holding back and then taking another twenty minutes to shoot.)  With other guys as well, either wearing a condom or bare I've had no problem giving up my load.

My So Cal boy has seen me on line since my return home and several times has indicated he's looking forward to daddy fucking him again.  I am due to return to So Cal in two weeks, and am staying at "our place."  I want to reconnect with him, but might need to keep a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth when I am fucking him.