This past weekend I was traveling and had a long ass drive from one city to another. Fortunately, my destination was a lovely art deco boutique hotel with 9000 count cotton sheets, spa like toiletries, and a truly superb restaurant. My previous appointments had sucked me dry (in the pejorative sense) and combined with the drive I was dog tired when I arrived. I had a drink in the bar, two glasses of wine with an excellent meal, and was out cold by 8:30.
Now I'd had various leads on the Iphone and internet apps and was definitely interested in utilizing the room to its fullest capacity. But I threw in the towel after dinner and zonked out (truth be told, I'd played both late afternoon and late evening the day before...so I wasn't too melancholy figuring I'd gotten my fill the day before.)
I curled into a fetal position and savored the down pillows and indulgent linens and was out. My body was loving the rest and it was sweet.
Perhaps around midnight or a tad earlier I was awakened by people entering the neighboring room. I wasn't fully awakened but was aware of noise. After a while I heard what I thought was a baby crying and thought "swell". If I'd been fully awake I'd have really been puzzled as this is a pretty hip, chic place and not where you'd bring an infant; I can't imagine the hotel carries optional cribs. It's a place where you occasionally see beautiful, conspicuously successful young couples having wedding receptions (one trip I was fried when I couldn't go to the restaurant because it was closed for a wedding and I had to eat in the bar as I'd flown in and lacked wheels...but I digress.)
Well I managed to ignore the "baby" and drifted off again into a deep sleep. Then at 2:30 I was awakened by crying again and it was pretty loud but staccato shreeks. Okay, I was pretty sure this wasn't a baby, it sounded like a woman's voice and I did the math and figured it out. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a baritone response; apparently the dude was then delivering his load into her. However, drama queen that she was I was treated to ongoing loud moaning in what was apparently the afterglow. I was totally awake at this point.
I've had vocal sex but not at plaster cracking volume. This is a hotel with thick plaster walls and to hear voices that clear means the person is being super loud, and I quickly concluded with intention. She wanted the neighboring rooms to hear that they were fucking with gusto and how her stud was pushing all her buttons. Glad they were enjoying themselves, but they also were getting off on being audible (?) exhibitionists. At first I thought it was funny, but then it kept up (round three) and I couldn't sleep.
Well rather than just dwelling on being grumpy I decided to log on. First I thought I'd find a nice fuck flick and rub one out, but I logged into a couple of hook up sites and this hot looking guy started to chat me up. Nice defined bod: broad shoulders, tapered waist, cut pecs, nice fur accenting it, and just a tad soft in the belly. Add a full beard: yum. One pic had him in a harness which isn't my speed and was the only discordant note as I am risk adverse.
He wanted to get fucked and professed to be near by and cleaned out. The conversation started to progress. My only reluctance is that it is a hotel with a key operated elevator, meaning I'd have to get dressed, go downstairs and greet him next to the front desk (where the elevator doors open.) At 3 a.m./like us both screaming out: we just connected on line, he's a trick and we're going up to fuck.
Well, overcoming my prudishness, I decided fuck it (pardon the pun) after dragging things out a bit. He said he would be right back on but needed to take a leak. And then, while his profile remained open, he vanished. I was pissed as he'd come on pretty strong and was allegedly close by. He'd admitted, however, that he'd come back from the bars after being out with friends.
About 40 minutes passed and I wrote him "hope you found what you were looking for" and was really to log off. Then I heard a ping and he wrote back with abject apologies; he'd nodded off on the couch and if I was still interested would be there in 20. At that point it was 4 a.m. (the love birds had taken a hiatus from their mating.) But true to his word he appeared in less than 20. When I alighted in the lobby he was standing next to the doors; God was smiling on us; the front desk staff had flaked and was in the back room. Sweet.
He is seriously good looking and I thought that I was lucky it was late and he'd returned home with an itch he needed to have scratched by a big cock. We got to my room and he started to silently and awkwardly strip, but then he wrapped his arms around me and started to make out. I could taste the stale beer but it wasn't bad and he was hot. He dropped to his knees and started to give my cock devoted attention, but made it clear he was there to get fucked. So after sucking him a bit I pushed him face down on the bed and ate his ass. After a short time he said that he needed to get fucked and I teased his hole with my head and he pushed back and pulled me in and then growled "I want your seed, I want you to shoot your load into me and to breed me."
Now he has a nice hot hole (temperature wise) and a fine hairy body, and had some nice manscent going. I decided to not try to prolong it, despite how sweet it was (and it did feel really nice pushing my cock in and pulling back and feeling him grip me and sigh and grunt in pleasure) and I decided to let it go when I felt my load starting to rise. It was a nice orgasm; the spurts were long and satisfying and he new I was cumming when he felt me stiffen further and my cock starting to throb. He was pushing back and grunting "give me that load". After a while I eased out, he rolled onto his side to lick my cock off, and then was up gathering his clothes. Fair enough, it was then closing on 5:00 a.m. As he left he encouraged me to look him up when I was in town next. I surely will. A task oriented occasion: task accomplished/move on.
I rinsed and jumped back in bed, pleased to have cum, pleased not to have been leered at by the front desk staff, and pleased that we didn't disturb the neighboring rooms considering how late it all was. He wrote back when I woke up and wanted to know if we could go for an encore, but I had to work and had an afternoon flight. I was kicking myself as I would have gladly slept with this guy and we could have fucked when we woke up.
A few hours later I was packing, suited up and headed downstairs with the Sunday paper to enjoy an excellent breakfast. It was all very civilized. I returned to my room to brush my teeth and grab my suit case and then I heard a familiar sound "uh, uh, uh, UH! Uh, Uh, UHHHH". Enough was enough, someone had to do something. I slammed my hand against the wall and yelled "you're being fucking tacky, you WANT to be heard!" I am all for people enjoying sex (I certainly do) but I don't think you should make others unwilling participants. The frenzied wailing immediately ceased. I felt a tiny bit like a shit, but then as I was opening the door I heard something else: there was a knock on their door and they were freaked out/it was housekeeping wanting to clean their room (it was 11 a.m.) Righteous coitus interruptus!
Monday, August 5, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Late Night Performance
During a recent sojourn in LA I hooked up with an actor. I had no idea he was an actor when we first started to communicate, and he's not someone readily identifiable (read famous.) It was only after we curled together, both wet with cum, that I learned this and a few other things about him. It is interesting that some times I like the guy a hell of a lot more after sex, when we both let go and share personal information. I used to be super evasive about personal facts, but if a guy trusts you to put your bare cock in his ass I think he's entitled to some reciprocal trust, even if it's just sharing some of who you are.
We'd connected on line via one of the sites and then migrated to text. He was at work during the day; I was off during the day but had an early evening engagement. It progressed (regressed?) to tedious ping pong. I indicated I didn't know if he was interested and he indignantly replied he was very interested and would connect with me late that night. Uh huh.
Well I got back from my engagement a tad early and had a text from him asking if I had gotten back yet. I responded and then he indicated a. he'd just been near my hotel but had just gotten home b. he wondered if I was tired. I responded that it sounded like he was tired and that I wouldn't be heart broken if he didn't want to come over. He indicated he wasn't sure about anal, hadn't showered since the afternoon, might just want some oral to which I responded, "you indicated that you like to bottom and I suspect you'll want to get fucked when you meet my cock, so you should probably clean out. " He demurred. I indicated that perhaps we should just move on that life is "full of missed opportunities." He asked if he could call, and I said "of course" (duh, you have my cell number bendeho) and when he spoke to me his batteries recharged (he later said talking to me made him super hard/guys tell me I have a sexy voice, but I don't think so. Once in college I had an RD tell me that men wouldn't take me seriously because of my voice, which was clearly code for "you sound like a faggot." Apparently I don't sound like a faggot as I've learned many years later, despite not being a macho man, but I also don't sound like James Earl Jones.) Learning I was leaving the next morning he said "I'll be right over."
While waiting I packed, prepped (hand towel and lube on the night table; condoms in the drawer of the night table if he insisted) and grabbed a novel I was reading. Soon I heard a mild tap on the door.
He is scruffy, and a bit chunky, both of which I like. When he shed his clothes I found he was hairy but not too hairy, which I also like. Dense pubes in his pits, which as regular readers know, I love. And he had some nice manfunk in those pits, not rancid but "manly." Otherwise little odor, including his balls.
This guy was seriously into making out, which I love. Lots of sucking on each others' lips and tongues and exploration of each others' mouths. Nice. Then he went to my cock, to which he devoted tender attention. Then I pushed him back onto the bed and focused on his genitals. Mmmm, mmm.
A nice cut dick, almost as big as mine, nice low hanging balls, and a nice hairy hole. I licked him like he was my new born calf and got him all slicked with my spit and crazied by the stimulation. I was worried about his ass, but it had no unpleasant odor and seemed totally clean, so I dove in with my tongue. He was pulling his cheeks apart and gasping and groaning. I knew what was next. Getting on my knees I straddled him and rubbed my cock up and down his now drenched crack. As I massaged his hole with my cock head he pushed back -- all the invitation I needed. I applied pressure, he gave an affirming grunt, and I pushed in a little bit more. He was making it clear it as aokay.
I decided we'd both enjoy it more with lube and pulled out to grab it, but was concerned that my cock would be nasty: it wasn't/completely debris and odor free. I lubed us both up and eased in and gradually slip deep inside him. We started a rhythm and he murmured "no cumming". I said "I won't come in you" and with a no nonsense look in his eyes and tone he said "I know you won't".
Well it progressed to a lot of thrashing about and switching of positions. He wanted to straddle me (like all bottoms) and I reluctantly pulled out and was again totally clean, and remarked with surprise. He said "well I did shower this afternoon." Guess this guy flushes out when he showers. Lucky me.
We made out throughout it; I think we both enjoyed the kissing as much, perhaps more, than the fucking. I wanted his load; he wanted us to cum together. I knew if we came together I'd never lick up his load: I only want the other guy's cum before I cum. After I shoot any appetite for his load vanishes. This rule applied again. We laid next to each other, pressed side by side, and stroked off. I shot first, which thrilled him. I enjoyed watching him cum across his hairy stomach and wished I was still interested in licking it up. But, the moment had passed.
Post orgasm he was quite chatty and alpha; we ended up having more than a mutual interest in cock in common. It was nice. He went to the bathroom to wipe off and came back to lie next to me. After I cum I remain hard for a long time (but can't cum for another 30 minutes, typically) and he remarked about it, but I'd relaxed a bit when he returned. He turned to me and started to make out with me and to play with my balls and he started to get hard. But it was late and we both knew we needed to call it a night.
He's interested in an encore and I have his number. I get down to LA a few times a year. I hope to share another encounter with him soon. Perhaps I'll be savoring the taste of his cum in the future.
p.s. what is the deal with blogger anyway? I have 706 followers on tumblr after joining in April; after 14 months I have 58 followers here. I don't get why guys are so reluctant to follow each other here; I follow a wide array of blogs. Strange.
We'd connected on line via one of the sites and then migrated to text. He was at work during the day; I was off during the day but had an early evening engagement. It progressed (regressed?) to tedious ping pong. I indicated I didn't know if he was interested and he indignantly replied he was very interested and would connect with me late that night. Uh huh.
Well I got back from my engagement a tad early and had a text from him asking if I had gotten back yet. I responded and then he indicated a. he'd just been near my hotel but had just gotten home b. he wondered if I was tired. I responded that it sounded like he was tired and that I wouldn't be heart broken if he didn't want to come over. He indicated he wasn't sure about anal, hadn't showered since the afternoon, might just want some oral to which I responded, "you indicated that you like to bottom and I suspect you'll want to get fucked when you meet my cock, so you should probably clean out. " He demurred. I indicated that perhaps we should just move on that life is "full of missed opportunities." He asked if he could call, and I said "of course" (duh, you have my cell number bendeho) and when he spoke to me his batteries recharged (he later said talking to me made him super hard/guys tell me I have a sexy voice, but I don't think so. Once in college I had an RD tell me that men wouldn't take me seriously because of my voice, which was clearly code for "you sound like a faggot." Apparently I don't sound like a faggot as I've learned many years later, despite not being a macho man, but I also don't sound like James Earl Jones.) Learning I was leaving the next morning he said "I'll be right over."
While waiting I packed, prepped (hand towel and lube on the night table; condoms in the drawer of the night table if he insisted) and grabbed a novel I was reading. Soon I heard a mild tap on the door.
He is scruffy, and a bit chunky, both of which I like. When he shed his clothes I found he was hairy but not too hairy, which I also like. Dense pubes in his pits, which as regular readers know, I love. And he had some nice manfunk in those pits, not rancid but "manly." Otherwise little odor, including his balls.
This guy was seriously into making out, which I love. Lots of sucking on each others' lips and tongues and exploration of each others' mouths. Nice. Then he went to my cock, to which he devoted tender attention. Then I pushed him back onto the bed and focused on his genitals. Mmmm, mmm.
A nice cut dick, almost as big as mine, nice low hanging balls, and a nice hairy hole. I licked him like he was my new born calf and got him all slicked with my spit and crazied by the stimulation. I was worried about his ass, but it had no unpleasant odor and seemed totally clean, so I dove in with my tongue. He was pulling his cheeks apart and gasping and groaning. I knew what was next. Getting on my knees I straddled him and rubbed my cock up and down his now drenched crack. As I massaged his hole with my cock head he pushed back -- all the invitation I needed. I applied pressure, he gave an affirming grunt, and I pushed in a little bit more. He was making it clear it as aokay.
I decided we'd both enjoy it more with lube and pulled out to grab it, but was concerned that my cock would be nasty: it wasn't/completely debris and odor free. I lubed us both up and eased in and gradually slip deep inside him. We started a rhythm and he murmured "no cumming". I said "I won't come in you" and with a no nonsense look in his eyes and tone he said "I know you won't".
Well it progressed to a lot of thrashing about and switching of positions. He wanted to straddle me (like all bottoms) and I reluctantly pulled out and was again totally clean, and remarked with surprise. He said "well I did shower this afternoon." Guess this guy flushes out when he showers. Lucky me.
We made out throughout it; I think we both enjoyed the kissing as much, perhaps more, than the fucking. I wanted his load; he wanted us to cum together. I knew if we came together I'd never lick up his load: I only want the other guy's cum before I cum. After I shoot any appetite for his load vanishes. This rule applied again. We laid next to each other, pressed side by side, and stroked off. I shot first, which thrilled him. I enjoyed watching him cum across his hairy stomach and wished I was still interested in licking it up. But, the moment had passed.
Post orgasm he was quite chatty and alpha; we ended up having more than a mutual interest in cock in common. It was nice. He went to the bathroom to wipe off and came back to lie next to me. After I cum I remain hard for a long time (but can't cum for another 30 minutes, typically) and he remarked about it, but I'd relaxed a bit when he returned. He turned to me and started to make out with me and to play with my balls and he started to get hard. But it was late and we both knew we needed to call it a night.
He's interested in an encore and I have his number. I get down to LA a few times a year. I hope to share another encounter with him soon. Perhaps I'll be savoring the taste of his cum in the future.
p.s. what is the deal with blogger anyway? I have 706 followers on tumblr after joining in April; after 14 months I have 58 followers here. I don't get why guys are so reluctant to follow each other here; I follow a wide array of blogs. Strange.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Encore with the Alpha Dog
Last weekend I was back up in the Northwest, so I'd contacted the Alpha Dog* in advance. (Scroll to earlier blogs to learn who he is, though in the sidebar he's one of my most popular posts.) When I was there in the spring our schedules didn't sync; he said he wasn't available, I made plans (non-sexual) and then he became available and was agitated that I couldn't switch my plans. Sigh. I assumed that it was over, but gave it a stab and he enthusiastically responded he'd do his best. He did better.
I'd saved my load (amazing self restraint as I typically rub one out when I wake up) and had been checking out the eye candy on the various sites to keep my options open should he not be able to show (he's married, and though dependable, can't confirm with absolute certainty.) Checking into my hotel I touched base with him and periodically throughout the day he gave me updates conveying it was pretty certain he'd be there.
He works in catering and keeps nocturnal hours, so it was surprising that he was available late afternoon, which was a relief. I've dragged the next day sleep deprived after rolling around with him till 2 a.m. on previous trips when I had to get up early in the morning. However, you've got to have priorities and when it comes to this guy I can easily sacrifice sleep -- afterwards -- but I want to be fully energized when he's there.
This time he actually showed up early. He was dressed in black head to foot and reeked of restaurant food and, knowing that he stunk, he quickly stripped to jump into the shower. When he arrived he was like a coiled spring (as usual) and his intense blue eyes reminded me of a husky. It was weird to see him in daylight: he has a totally shaved head and a full, thick beard, which combined with his muscular body and tendency not to blink would make the average guy move across the street if encountering him.
Naked he is a joy for the eyes: just enough fur but not too much, yet it covers his bod (a nice hairy ass) cut/defined muscles everywhere. While I am not a fan of ink, his tattoos just reinforce his macho image. So when he pulls my head to his to intensely kiss me I keep wondering "what is it that I do for this guy?" I know I have a big dick and know how to skillfully deploy it, but this guy finds me a major turn on. Well, just my dumb luck I guess.
Once out of the shower he got straight to business and after some passionate making out and stroking he soon when down on my cock with gusto. But we both knew it was just holding off what he was there for: he wanted me to fuck him long and hard.
When we first again hooking up, years ago, it was condoms only. I just remember one day, after numerous hook ups he invited me, in his macho no bullshit way invited me to enter him raw, provided I didn't cum in him. However, after I'd moved away and several subsequent hotel assignations when I didn't cum (truth be told, because I'd fucked someone else earlier in the day as well as the fact that knowing I couldn't cum in him kept the switch from flipping in my brain) he insisted that I not not cum. We both knew what that meant.
I soon pulled him off my cock and after sucking him and mouthing his balls I rolled him over to eat his ass. He has a furry hard ass you could bounce a quarter off and amazing man musk that I love having saturate my beard and stache. I got my tongue seriously into his ass and then lifted up and started to rub my cock up and down his now slick crack and to massage his hole with my head: he pushed back with affirmation and it popped in. I pulled out, ate him some more and repeated. Then I got the lube and pushed deep into him and wrapped my arms around his thick muscular torso. It was one of those moments when you think you are dreaming but decide to just give in and savor the moment and to stop questioning it. He was grunting with pleasure and curling his head back to kiss and I was enjoying my chest and belly pressed against his muscular back as much as my cock thrusting in and out of his then tight hole. If he's telling the truth he rarely gets fucked and I am pretty confident I am the only guy he let's bareback him.
After a while he wanted to control the action. Well, he'd been at work and as a married guy doesn't have a douche shower attachment so I was prepared for the inevitable; and made him stay on his stomach while I cleaned up. He jumped up and washed himself off, and then lubed my cock and his ass and straddled me.
Having a guy ride me is not my favorite position (most bottoms seem to love it) but I am okay with it if they can rise up a bit so I can thrust back. (I hate it when the guy sits on you and you are pinned to the mattress.) He was working with me, so I was able to thrust up as he was pushing down and we were both loving it. He kept referring to how amazing it was and my cock felt great being massaged by his velvety tight ass in addition to the visual stimulation of his hard body riding me and big dick, fully engorged, flopping on my stomach. I remembered that he had held off from cumming for at least a week before I arrived last time (so apparently his wife isn't getting it regularly, poor thing) and imagined another big load. This time without touching himself it spewed out and it was huge. It splattered across my chest and down my side and felt nice and warm and the room now smelled spunky.
Macho he is, but an asshole he's not, so he wanted me to get off. We've gotten to a point where he can get fucked after cumming (I'd warned him before it wouldn't work if he came first, and I was right, but the last two times he's gotten past the soreness.) He wanted to know what position I wanted and directed him to get on his side and to pull his thigh up after some more clean up.
I love fucking a guy on his side as you get incredibly deep into him and can simultaneously make out. He was a trooper as I kept at it for awhile, but he was also enjoying it, and then I felt my orgasm come on, and it was a series of spurts. A stillness then came over him; I could tell he was factoring that he'd again let me breed him. In the past, post condoms, he'd wanted me to breed him but said "I would but know you've got a boy in every port." I didn't deny it, but I do try to play smart.
We laid together and engaged in some cursory chit chat, but he wanted to clean up and head out. It was the usual hook up plan v. reality: he'd wanted to fuck for 2+ hours straight and to shoot a couple of loads when we made the arrangements. Once we both shot our loads it was the guy thing of wanting to move on.
It was a great time and I wrote back to him and he responded echoing my thanks. We'll probably reconnect when I am there, but hopefully at night. It seems to stoke his libido more when he doesn't have to go home to a full evening with his wife.
I'd saved my load (amazing self restraint as I typically rub one out when I wake up) and had been checking out the eye candy on the various sites to keep my options open should he not be able to show (he's married, and though dependable, can't confirm with absolute certainty.) Checking into my hotel I touched base with him and periodically throughout the day he gave me updates conveying it was pretty certain he'd be there.
He works in catering and keeps nocturnal hours, so it was surprising that he was available late afternoon, which was a relief. I've dragged the next day sleep deprived after rolling around with him till 2 a.m. on previous trips when I had to get up early in the morning. However, you've got to have priorities and when it comes to this guy I can easily sacrifice sleep -- afterwards -- but I want to be fully energized when he's there.
This time he actually showed up early. He was dressed in black head to foot and reeked of restaurant food and, knowing that he stunk, he quickly stripped to jump into the shower. When he arrived he was like a coiled spring (as usual) and his intense blue eyes reminded me of a husky. It was weird to see him in daylight: he has a totally shaved head and a full, thick beard, which combined with his muscular body and tendency not to blink would make the average guy move across the street if encountering him.
Naked he is a joy for the eyes: just enough fur but not too much, yet it covers his bod (a nice hairy ass) cut/defined muscles everywhere. While I am not a fan of ink, his tattoos just reinforce his macho image. So when he pulls my head to his to intensely kiss me I keep wondering "what is it that I do for this guy?" I know I have a big dick and know how to skillfully deploy it, but this guy finds me a major turn on. Well, just my dumb luck I guess.
Once out of the shower he got straight to business and after some passionate making out and stroking he soon when down on my cock with gusto. But we both knew it was just holding off what he was there for: he wanted me to fuck him long and hard.
When we first again hooking up, years ago, it was condoms only. I just remember one day, after numerous hook ups he invited me, in his macho no bullshit way invited me to enter him raw, provided I didn't cum in him. However, after I'd moved away and several subsequent hotel assignations when I didn't cum (truth be told, because I'd fucked someone else earlier in the day as well as the fact that knowing I couldn't cum in him kept the switch from flipping in my brain) he insisted that I not not cum. We both knew what that meant.
I soon pulled him off my cock and after sucking him and mouthing his balls I rolled him over to eat his ass. He has a furry hard ass you could bounce a quarter off and amazing man musk that I love having saturate my beard and stache. I got my tongue seriously into his ass and then lifted up and started to rub my cock up and down his now slick crack and to massage his hole with my head: he pushed back with affirmation and it popped in. I pulled out, ate him some more and repeated. Then I got the lube and pushed deep into him and wrapped my arms around his thick muscular torso. It was one of those moments when you think you are dreaming but decide to just give in and savor the moment and to stop questioning it. He was grunting with pleasure and curling his head back to kiss and I was enjoying my chest and belly pressed against his muscular back as much as my cock thrusting in and out of his then tight hole. If he's telling the truth he rarely gets fucked and I am pretty confident I am the only guy he let's bareback him.
After a while he wanted to control the action. Well, he'd been at work and as a married guy doesn't have a douche shower attachment so I was prepared for the inevitable; and made him stay on his stomach while I cleaned up. He jumped up and washed himself off, and then lubed my cock and his ass and straddled me.
Having a guy ride me is not my favorite position (most bottoms seem to love it) but I am okay with it if they can rise up a bit so I can thrust back. (I hate it when the guy sits on you and you are pinned to the mattress.) He was working with me, so I was able to thrust up as he was pushing down and we were both loving it. He kept referring to how amazing it was and my cock felt great being massaged by his velvety tight ass in addition to the visual stimulation of his hard body riding me and big dick, fully engorged, flopping on my stomach. I remembered that he had held off from cumming for at least a week before I arrived last time (so apparently his wife isn't getting it regularly, poor thing) and imagined another big load. This time without touching himself it spewed out and it was huge. It splattered across my chest and down my side and felt nice and warm and the room now smelled spunky.
Macho he is, but an asshole he's not, so he wanted me to get off. We've gotten to a point where he can get fucked after cumming (I'd warned him before it wouldn't work if he came first, and I was right, but the last two times he's gotten past the soreness.) He wanted to know what position I wanted and directed him to get on his side and to pull his thigh up after some more clean up.
I love fucking a guy on his side as you get incredibly deep into him and can simultaneously make out. He was a trooper as I kept at it for awhile, but he was also enjoying it, and then I felt my orgasm come on, and it was a series of spurts. A stillness then came over him; I could tell he was factoring that he'd again let me breed him. In the past, post condoms, he'd wanted me to breed him but said "I would but know you've got a boy in every port." I didn't deny it, but I do try to play smart.
We laid together and engaged in some cursory chit chat, but he wanted to clean up and head out. It was the usual hook up plan v. reality: he'd wanted to fuck for 2+ hours straight and to shoot a couple of loads when we made the arrangements. Once we both shot our loads it was the guy thing of wanting to move on.
It was a great time and I wrote back to him and he responded echoing my thanks. We'll probably reconnect when I am there, but hopefully at night. It seems to stoke his libido more when he doesn't have to go home to a full evening with his wife.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Room Service
I have been traveling again and have various adventures to share, but since the sheets are still warm from the man who just walked out the door I should chronicle the occasion. Lately I have been lax in keeping up this journal.
Actually I have a work engagement in a little while, but early this afternoon, having had a hiatus after checking in, I logged on to the various sites and soon had a serious bite. This morning, before I arrived, the messages were relentless, but mid-afternoon, after checking in they were infrequent (because guys are at work, duh.)
However, this one guy kept up a steady stream of messages, as I was toggling between work email and the site, and listening to my voice mail and texting back to the office. Unlike a few others he wasn't looking for a pen pal and we soon got to the point. Yes, he kisses; yes, he wanted to bottom. Yes, he'd jump in the shower and clean out; yes, he'd be here in 40 minutes.
Well, I always assume that there is a flake potential factor, but 95% of the time the guy shows up. He tapped on the door after a half hour (making me worry how flushed out he might be...especially after an experience this weekend when the guy rushed) but he ended up being squeaky clean and I got deep in him.
The fellow is a tall, smooth Filipino guy. Decent sized cock (about 6) and nice dense bushy armpits, but unfortunately he'd used deodorant, damn the luck. (They were fun to run my fingers through though.)
As soon as he entered the room he was into making out, and pretty much melted into my arms. When he realized I was equally passionate he went nuts: a switch was flipped and it was pretty frenzied. I quickly discovered his nipples are ultra sensitive and paid them a lot of attention. He was really into it, especially when I pushed my cock under his balls and it took some doing to push him on to the bed. However, he was jazzed when, standing, I again pushed my cock under his balls and alternated between sucking his cock and working his nipples.
It was simply passionate from the start, we were soon rolling around and he was conflicted: wanting to make out, but wanting to have his nips sucked, wanting to suck my cock, wanting me to eat his ass. We did it all.
When I got to rimming him he simply went nuts: he was thrashing back and forth and loving it, but wanted to make out with me because he was so cranked as well. He straddled me and I worked his nipples while my cock moved up and down his crack. First he asked if I had condoms (I did and replied yes.) As I worked his nipples and teased his hole he again asked "do you want to wear a condom?" It was pretty evident he wanted me to persuade him it wasn't necessary. I said "it's up to you" and he immediately said "just don't cum in me" and lifted up and positioned his my cock against his hole and began to skewer himself.
I'd gotten him really wet with spit and it slid in nicely, but watching him grimace as he adjusted to it as he slowly slid down I recommended the lube. So after some gymnastics disengaging, lubing up and reconnecting we got into a nice groove, but I soon had him on his stomach and then his side.
It was an incredible ego boost as he was totally engaged and kept begging me to fuck him and to not stop fucking him, and to keep fucking him and kept telling me how great my fucking was. I gladly complied. The sex was fine; we built up a steady rhythm and for a sustained long time it took all my will power not to spurt inside of him, but a promise is a promise (and it felt great and I wanted to prolong it.) His ass was gripping and massaging my cock nicely, but it was hot how he kept curling his head back to kiss and was clearly in ongoing pleasure: each thrust into him seemed to just make him want it to go on forever. However, I was careful to take it easy and for it to be a mellow fuck. It was clear that thrusting too fast or too deep was going to spoil it and I was enjoying it too much to want to cross the line and have him to get sore and to want to stop (frankly I was amazed he wasn't sore.)
After a long while he wanted to get on his back. It is interesting, when guys are loving getting fucked they always want it on their backs, but few really end up enjoying it in that position. Soon after they are complaining that they need to lower their legs (causing you to pull out) or it's an eyes bigger than stomach moment when they realize you are going really really really deep into them where no man has been before and they quickly get sore. So, we got into the position but as I started to thrust into him his eyes bugged and I could see I needed to take it really easy as we were crossing a pain threshold for him. He was into it, but at a certain point he asked if I wanted to try another position and I got him onto his side again. What was amazing about all this as that each time I pulled out we were both totally clean.
Well we really got into another long and sustained rhythm. He was pretty vocal (in a good way) and frantically thrashing and kissing me and begging me to keep at it. But at a certain point he said he wanted to cum. I grasped his cock and was stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts but he figured out that I wanted to cum first. Frankly I was amazed that I hadn't and also that I hadn't gotten to the point where I couldn't cum. The ongoing making out was keeping me on the edge and any sec I could have sprayed into him, but I didn't want to betray his trust (though, at that point it really didn't matter/not cumming in him was a moot point in terms of safety after 40 minutes of ongoing fucking. However, my mind was in the right place and I fucked with intention and felt it rising. Somehow I managed to pull out before it started to shoot, but it was amazing that, despite having rubbed one out first thing this morning I shot long ribbons of cum across his ass and thigh (sort of like a dessert sauce from a squeeze bottle decorating a piece of cake.) He was stoked by my cumming and was soon on his back, begging me to suck his nipples while he beat off.
He shot a nice load, but immediately afterwards retreated into himself. Maybe it was the after cumming "shit, I can't believe we barebacked" regret (he's partnered, and the partner is traveling on business.) However, we were still entwined but it was clear that the moment had abruptly ended. After a civilized interval he got up, rinsed, and dressed.
This entry probably isn't doing this justice: it was amazing sex and I knew I was pushing all his buttons; as he was leaving he again remarked "you are really good." I was, but he inspired me. Sexy, sweet, passionate, nice.
Probably this was a one time deal, but God it was good.
Actually I have a work engagement in a little while, but early this afternoon, having had a hiatus after checking in, I logged on to the various sites and soon had a serious bite. This morning, before I arrived, the messages were relentless, but mid-afternoon, after checking in they were infrequent (because guys are at work, duh.)
However, this one guy kept up a steady stream of messages, as I was toggling between work email and the site, and listening to my voice mail and texting back to the office. Unlike a few others he wasn't looking for a pen pal and we soon got to the point. Yes, he kisses; yes, he wanted to bottom. Yes, he'd jump in the shower and clean out; yes, he'd be here in 40 minutes.
Well, I always assume that there is a flake potential factor, but 95% of the time the guy shows up. He tapped on the door after a half hour (making me worry how flushed out he might be...especially after an experience this weekend when the guy rushed) but he ended up being squeaky clean and I got deep in him.
The fellow is a tall, smooth Filipino guy. Decent sized cock (about 6) and nice dense bushy armpits, but unfortunately he'd used deodorant, damn the luck. (They were fun to run my fingers through though.)
As soon as he entered the room he was into making out, and pretty much melted into my arms. When he realized I was equally passionate he went nuts: a switch was flipped and it was pretty frenzied. I quickly discovered his nipples are ultra sensitive and paid them a lot of attention. He was really into it, especially when I pushed my cock under his balls and it took some doing to push him on to the bed. However, he was jazzed when, standing, I again pushed my cock under his balls and alternated between sucking his cock and working his nipples.
It was simply passionate from the start, we were soon rolling around and he was conflicted: wanting to make out, but wanting to have his nips sucked, wanting to suck my cock, wanting me to eat his ass. We did it all.
When I got to rimming him he simply went nuts: he was thrashing back and forth and loving it, but wanted to make out with me because he was so cranked as well. He straddled me and I worked his nipples while my cock moved up and down his crack. First he asked if I had condoms (I did and replied yes.) As I worked his nipples and teased his hole he again asked "do you want to wear a condom?" It was pretty evident he wanted me to persuade him it wasn't necessary. I said "it's up to you" and he immediately said "just don't cum in me" and lifted up and positioned his my cock against his hole and began to skewer himself.
I'd gotten him really wet with spit and it slid in nicely, but watching him grimace as he adjusted to it as he slowly slid down I recommended the lube. So after some gymnastics disengaging, lubing up and reconnecting we got into a nice groove, but I soon had him on his stomach and then his side.
It was an incredible ego boost as he was totally engaged and kept begging me to fuck him and to not stop fucking him, and to keep fucking him and kept telling me how great my fucking was. I gladly complied. The sex was fine; we built up a steady rhythm and for a sustained long time it took all my will power not to spurt inside of him, but a promise is a promise (and it felt great and I wanted to prolong it.) His ass was gripping and massaging my cock nicely, but it was hot how he kept curling his head back to kiss and was clearly in ongoing pleasure: each thrust into him seemed to just make him want it to go on forever. However, I was careful to take it easy and for it to be a mellow fuck. It was clear that thrusting too fast or too deep was going to spoil it and I was enjoying it too much to want to cross the line and have him to get sore and to want to stop (frankly I was amazed he wasn't sore.)
After a long while he wanted to get on his back. It is interesting, when guys are loving getting fucked they always want it on their backs, but few really end up enjoying it in that position. Soon after they are complaining that they need to lower their legs (causing you to pull out) or it's an eyes bigger than stomach moment when they realize you are going really really really deep into them where no man has been before and they quickly get sore. So, we got into the position but as I started to thrust into him his eyes bugged and I could see I needed to take it really easy as we were crossing a pain threshold for him. He was into it, but at a certain point he asked if I wanted to try another position and I got him onto his side again. What was amazing about all this as that each time I pulled out we were both totally clean.
Well we really got into another long and sustained rhythm. He was pretty vocal (in a good way) and frantically thrashing and kissing me and begging me to keep at it. But at a certain point he said he wanted to cum. I grasped his cock and was stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts but he figured out that I wanted to cum first. Frankly I was amazed that I hadn't and also that I hadn't gotten to the point where I couldn't cum. The ongoing making out was keeping me on the edge and any sec I could have sprayed into him, but I didn't want to betray his trust (though, at that point it really didn't matter/not cumming in him was a moot point in terms of safety after 40 minutes of ongoing fucking. However, my mind was in the right place and I fucked with intention and felt it rising. Somehow I managed to pull out before it started to shoot, but it was amazing that, despite having rubbed one out first thing this morning I shot long ribbons of cum across his ass and thigh (sort of like a dessert sauce from a squeeze bottle decorating a piece of cake.) He was stoked by my cumming and was soon on his back, begging me to suck his nipples while he beat off.
He shot a nice load, but immediately afterwards retreated into himself. Maybe it was the after cumming "shit, I can't believe we barebacked" regret (he's partnered, and the partner is traveling on business.) However, we were still entwined but it was clear that the moment had abruptly ended. After a civilized interval he got up, rinsed, and dressed.
This entry probably isn't doing this justice: it was amazing sex and I knew I was pushing all his buttons; as he was leaving he again remarked "you are really good." I was, but he inspired me. Sexy, sweet, passionate, nice.
Probably this was a one time deal, but God it was good.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Equipment Malfunction
Greetings. There is so much to catch you up on! However, I simply haven't been that inspired to write here. Okayish experiences as of late (though the following won't fall in that category) but I've been lately seduced by my tumbr. blog. How is it that I have just 56 followers here, but on tumbr, after a very short time, I have 613 followers to date? Apparently it is, as the adage attributed to Confucious: "a picture is worth a thousand words." If you are curious check out my tumblr blog http://invisibleman46.tumblr.com/archive You might need to do so quickly, as word has it that the idiots at yahoo who just bought tumblr with Chinese money now are intending to purge explicit matter in order to "protect kids." Okay, they are already protected on facebook, I imagine twitter, and you can't post anything "adult" in matter on mobile apps (a cock or ass pic is just too offensive to the public! Male pecs, however, are okay, but not a woman's breasts...Guess what assholes! Male pecs and armpits give gay men hardons. Back to union suits I suspect.)
So the assignation to which the title refers will be a short one. The "vgl" bottom with whom I periodically hook up needed a tune up and contacted me several times. I couldn't host; he is apparently in property management (or someone in his family is) and he located a property for us to connect late last week. I had managed to get off from work early (highly unusual) and donned shorts, sandals, and a tee and met him at the assigned designation.
It was one of those hot, oven like, Northern California July afternoons, and he ushered me into an un-air conditioned condo for sale. He was super paranoid, as usual, about being heard (I don't cry out, even when cumming/I focus my concentration on my cock, not drama) and then led me upstairs in search of an appropriate place to fuck in an entirely unfurnished unit. Oh, and add to the challenge that he didn't have a towel or blanket and the condo was all beige wall to wall carpeting. He was also worried about spotting the rug (I was thinking "well how well did you clean out?")
We went into what would probably be chosen as the master bedroom and started to strip. It was about 85 degrees in the room. Now I don't react well to excessive heat (and hate to have sex in it) and often break out rash like from it. He pointed to my hand as we stripped and got paranoid about the heat rash on it "is it contagious?!" Not a great way to start. Then he pulled out a wad of paper towels that surely came from a Texaco station; his preparation for the encounter.
He is a very very fine specimen. Despite an acne scarred face he has a very finely toned body (-10% body fat.) Washboard stomach, cut pecs, lightly defined biceps, firm thighs and calves. His cock is simply lovely: not huge but beautifully shaped and a genuine pleasure to suck and throat. He had done some serious manscaping so his chest and "pube" area had just a five o'clock shadow, but the hair in his pits was coarse, dense, and thick (alas, he's too uptight to fully give into the mansex experience and I knew it would weird him out for me to eat his pits.)
The point of the rendez-vous was for him to get fucked. I wasn't thrilled about lying on the unfamiliar wall to wall carpeting but figured I was going to bareback him and didn't know whose wick he'd last dipped, so... He was hungry to suck my dick and I loved giving him oral and then rimming his tiny, fine, bubble butt. After I'd gotten him nice and moist he wanted it in him. I'd teased him with my cockhead while he was on his knees but he wanted to sit on my cock. So using his tee shirt as a floor drape (yeah, you are getting a clear idea how sordid this scene was) he lubed himself (again, I had to remember the lube) and started to slide down it. It was really hot listening to him grimace with pain/pleasure as he slid down it, but he decided he needed more lube.
Now based on our initial encounter I was worried about what my dick/his ass would look like when we disconnected: I was relieved there was no smell/no debris. However, as he grabbed the lube the entirety of the scene kicked in with my subconscious and my cock went to half mast (well, perhaps 3/4 mast; it was still partially engorged but not hard enough to penetrate him.) He tried stroking up but required instruction (the feeling is in the head: duh, not at the bottom of the shaft) and then needed to be instructed to try sucking me hard again. I was working on his digit (which had stayed hard) but it was getting to be labor and my body said "fuck it" in the perjorative sense of that term.
We both acknowledged it wasn't going to work, and graciously he noted "I think the location has you uncomfortable." That was correct, as well as his beginning the experience by worrying about whether I'd give him a rash, and his not being into kissing, etc.
I realized I was there to satisfy his need to get fucked, and I was there because I have enjoyed fucking his fine bod, but to surmount the circumstances it needed to go further, and I knew it wasn't and so did good ole Mr. Penis.
So, admitting defeat we both zipped up and headed our separate ways. Of course, as I anticipated, I was hard when I got home (central air conditioning does help) and easily rubbed one out. Fortunately there are happy tales to tell. So stay tuned, and my apologies for the hiatus in writing.
So the assignation to which the title refers will be a short one. The "vgl" bottom with whom I periodically hook up needed a tune up and contacted me several times. I couldn't host; he is apparently in property management (or someone in his family is) and he located a property for us to connect late last week. I had managed to get off from work early (highly unusual) and donned shorts, sandals, and a tee and met him at the assigned designation.
It was one of those hot, oven like, Northern California July afternoons, and he ushered me into an un-air conditioned condo for sale. He was super paranoid, as usual, about being heard (I don't cry out, even when cumming/I focus my concentration on my cock, not drama) and then led me upstairs in search of an appropriate place to fuck in an entirely unfurnished unit. Oh, and add to the challenge that he didn't have a towel or blanket and the condo was all beige wall to wall carpeting. He was also worried about spotting the rug (I was thinking "well how well did you clean out?")
We went into what would probably be chosen as the master bedroom and started to strip. It was about 85 degrees in the room. Now I don't react well to excessive heat (and hate to have sex in it) and often break out rash like from it. He pointed to my hand as we stripped and got paranoid about the heat rash on it "is it contagious?!" Not a great way to start. Then he pulled out a wad of paper towels that surely came from a Texaco station; his preparation for the encounter.
He is a very very fine specimen. Despite an acne scarred face he has a very finely toned body (-10% body fat.) Washboard stomach, cut pecs, lightly defined biceps, firm thighs and calves. His cock is simply lovely: not huge but beautifully shaped and a genuine pleasure to suck and throat. He had done some serious manscaping so his chest and "pube" area had just a five o'clock shadow, but the hair in his pits was coarse, dense, and thick (alas, he's too uptight to fully give into the mansex experience and I knew it would weird him out for me to eat his pits.)
The point of the rendez-vous was for him to get fucked. I wasn't thrilled about lying on the unfamiliar wall to wall carpeting but figured I was going to bareback him and didn't know whose wick he'd last dipped, so... He was hungry to suck my dick and I loved giving him oral and then rimming his tiny, fine, bubble butt. After I'd gotten him nice and moist he wanted it in him. I'd teased him with my cockhead while he was on his knees but he wanted to sit on my cock. So using his tee shirt as a floor drape (yeah, you are getting a clear idea how sordid this scene was) he lubed himself (again, I had to remember the lube) and started to slide down it. It was really hot listening to him grimace with pain/pleasure as he slid down it, but he decided he needed more lube.
Now based on our initial encounter I was worried about what my dick/his ass would look like when we disconnected: I was relieved there was no smell/no debris. However, as he grabbed the lube the entirety of the scene kicked in with my subconscious and my cock went to half mast (well, perhaps 3/4 mast; it was still partially engorged but not hard enough to penetrate him.) He tried stroking up but required instruction (the feeling is in the head: duh, not at the bottom of the shaft) and then needed to be instructed to try sucking me hard again. I was working on his digit (which had stayed hard) but it was getting to be labor and my body said "fuck it" in the perjorative sense of that term.
We both acknowledged it wasn't going to work, and graciously he noted "I think the location has you uncomfortable." That was correct, as well as his beginning the experience by worrying about whether I'd give him a rash, and his not being into kissing, etc.
I realized I was there to satisfy his need to get fucked, and I was there because I have enjoyed fucking his fine bod, but to surmount the circumstances it needed to go further, and I knew it wasn't and so did good ole Mr. Penis.
So, admitting defeat we both zipped up and headed our separate ways. Of course, as I anticipated, I was hard when I got home (central air conditioning does help) and easily rubbed one out. Fortunately there are happy tales to tell. So stay tuned, and my apologies for the hiatus in writing.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Sticky Rice
My Filipino boy contacted me Saturday just as I was heading out the door for another assignation. Frankly, I'd much rather have spent extended quality time in bed with him but he has room mates and our relationship has always been one of whether they are away and he can host or whether I can host (more the former than the latter.) It's weird: this is a guy in his 30s and he rents from a gay couple but can't host. I suspect it is a matter of not wanting them to be aware of his n/s sexual life than their putting the kabbosh on him having company but you never know. (Years ago I used to hook up with a guy who rented from a Lesbian couple and he seemed to regularly bottom for the 7th Fleet, but the lay out of his room, adjacent to the front door and a bathroom might have facilitated that as it was less intrusive. Also he had much more of an "I don't give a shit" attitude. It worked for me; I never saw them and we had extended passionate sex and I could thoroughly clean up afterwards, assuring that dogs and cats didn't follow me home.)
Well, as I indicated in the preceding blog, after fucking the guy I was with earlier that morning, and his revving me up to straddle me so that he could rub one out, I was cranked to drop a second load. So I got home and my Filipino friend wanted to blow me. He had messed up his leg and said he couldn't get fucked; while I don't like to travel just to get blown (among other things, I like interactive sex rather than to passively get served) I was horny and hadn't connected with him in a long time and he was offering to host. So, I jumped in the car and headed over.
His roomies (read: owners of the house in which he rents a room) weren't due home for hours. So I dutifully followed to his room, we embraced, and both began to strip. I think we both, subconsciously, knew this wasn't going to be just a blow job.
We both embraced and made out. I fulfill a daddy thing for him, but he doesn't usually get into that role play until I am fucking him (thank God.) Up until then it's just two guys enjoying mansex, which is where it lives for me. It was good to be back with him. He's a nice looking guy, and when he strips he reveals nice cut pecs, a tapered waist, and a fine bubble butt. His skin is light tan, and he's smooth except for some major scars from surgery (I have refrained from asking/I suspect his appendix, but I wonder whether the surgery was outside the US or when he was much younger as US medicine doesn't leave a guy that scarred, typically. My Indian fb in the Northwest also has significant surgical scars and they are surely from surgery back home in India. Probably neither of these guys is in a hurry to sunbathe next to the pool as a result; not that they are disturbing, but that they invite inquiries from socially clueless assholes. But, I digress.)
As we made out I licked down to his cock: it's small, but perfectly shaped. It is easy to throat; actually too easy, which makes it disappointing. The reward comes from listening to him sigh in incredible pleasure when I work it. As I sucked it I worked one of his highly sensitive nipples, and spit on my thumb and massaged his hole with it. He was in hog heaven.
He chowed down on my cock, but I noticed the Gun Oil on his night table; I curled up with him and maneuvered him on his side, being sensitive of his injured leg, and placed my engorged cock between his thighs with my cockhead resting on his hole, while I worked his nipples and sucked the back his neck. There was no resistance; quite the opposite. We both knew where this was going. He started to whimper in need and I knew better than to ask permission. I grabbed the Gun Oil, lubed my cock, his hole, and his cock, and pressed against him. He responded by thrusting back against my cock. Not acknowledging we were going to fuck he pressed back seeking to let me in/I pushed forward with a hunger to get in; I heard him hiss with satisfaction as I broke through.
This isn't how we typically fuck. He likes to be on his back, with his legs in the air, for me to press my cock against his hole and to wait until it dialates and lets me push in. Then he wants me to stay still and his cock literally pulls me into him.
Well, it clearly wasn't going to happen that way. He couldn't lift both legs in the air, much less wrap them around me. He was in apparent discomfort on his side. I couldn't get deep enough inside him to satisfy me (frankly I was surprised that we'd gotten that far, as his tolerance for discomfort is low.) However, he was anxious to be fucked by me, it had been a long time since we fucked last, and he was determined to make it work. We both knew this without any conversation.
It wasn't entirely what either of us wanted. I couldn't eat his ass as he hadn't prepped; he couldn't suck me after I pushed in for the same reason. It was spontaneous and we both knew it. But he wanted to be fucked and he wanted my load as well, so he gritted his teeth and thrust down and I had about 5 inches of my cock in him and I started to fuck.
Sideways fucking (both guys on their sides) is great for porn, and is okay as part of the soup to nuts (pardon the pun) m2m sexual experience. But, it usually doesn't give me the friction I need to spew my load. But we were both into it; neither one of us gave a damn that it was dirty sex (as he hadn't flushed out) and we both were determined. I was astonished that it was giving me the right vibe as I'd shot only 2 hours before. The switch flipped and I was feeling it and he was grunting with pleasure.
And then, we heard the door open and close.
I had no idea what to expect, but felt like a teenager again waiting to be busted by the parents. He looked at me and hissed to keep fucking him. My thought was "what the fuck?" (ahem) might as well drop a load.
He pushed down/more of my cock was engulfed by his juicy tight ass; it felt good; it felt good to be with a guy I find hot and who I wanted to breed . He growled: "Am I your boy?" "Prove it!" "Make me your boy!!!" "I want your seed, daddy!" And then, I gave it to him.
As I shot he asked if I came and then demanded that I keep fucking him. The angle of our bodies was terrible, but I did so, almost slipping out several times, but he started to furiously stroke and soon a ribbon of white cum was streaming across his tan stomach and chest.
There was no time for afterglow. We needed to figure out an exit plan for me. I eased out, avoiding his ivory bedspread, and luckily found a hand towel next to the bed. There was some debris, but it wasn't major, and I wasn't confronted by a stench, so it was alright.
Like mice, we both got dressed (fortunately he had a movie playing that provided white noise) and he on his bum leg scoped out the house and then silently led me downstairs (and, in touch with my Asian side, I kept my sandals off, making me more cat like as I walked.) The house mates were other wise disposed and he pretended to get his mail and I scooted out.
It was a pure maintenance visit; not at all nourishing, and my noodle clearly was sticky and needed a good rinsing as I drove home. But, I made him my boy once again, which was what he needed, and I wanted..
Well, as I indicated in the preceding blog, after fucking the guy I was with earlier that morning, and his revving me up to straddle me so that he could rub one out, I was cranked to drop a second load. So I got home and my Filipino friend wanted to blow me. He had messed up his leg and said he couldn't get fucked; while I don't like to travel just to get blown (among other things, I like interactive sex rather than to passively get served) I was horny and hadn't connected with him in a long time and he was offering to host. So, I jumped in the car and headed over.
His roomies (read: owners of the house in which he rents a room) weren't due home for hours. So I dutifully followed to his room, we embraced, and both began to strip. I think we both, subconsciously, knew this wasn't going to be just a blow job.
We both embraced and made out. I fulfill a daddy thing for him, but he doesn't usually get into that role play until I am fucking him (thank God.) Up until then it's just two guys enjoying mansex, which is where it lives for me. It was good to be back with him. He's a nice looking guy, and when he strips he reveals nice cut pecs, a tapered waist, and a fine bubble butt. His skin is light tan, and he's smooth except for some major scars from surgery (I have refrained from asking/I suspect his appendix, but I wonder whether the surgery was outside the US or when he was much younger as US medicine doesn't leave a guy that scarred, typically. My Indian fb in the Northwest also has significant surgical scars and they are surely from surgery back home in India. Probably neither of these guys is in a hurry to sunbathe next to the pool as a result; not that they are disturbing, but that they invite inquiries from socially clueless assholes. But, I digress.)
As we made out I licked down to his cock: it's small, but perfectly shaped. It is easy to throat; actually too easy, which makes it disappointing. The reward comes from listening to him sigh in incredible pleasure when I work it. As I sucked it I worked one of his highly sensitive nipples, and spit on my thumb and massaged his hole with it. He was in hog heaven.
He chowed down on my cock, but I noticed the Gun Oil on his night table; I curled up with him and maneuvered him on his side, being sensitive of his injured leg, and placed my engorged cock between his thighs with my cockhead resting on his hole, while I worked his nipples and sucked the back his neck. There was no resistance; quite the opposite. We both knew where this was going. He started to whimper in need and I knew better than to ask permission. I grabbed the Gun Oil, lubed my cock, his hole, and his cock, and pressed against him. He responded by thrusting back against my cock. Not acknowledging we were going to fuck he pressed back seeking to let me in/I pushed forward with a hunger to get in; I heard him hiss with satisfaction as I broke through.
This isn't how we typically fuck. He likes to be on his back, with his legs in the air, for me to press my cock against his hole and to wait until it dialates and lets me push in. Then he wants me to stay still and his cock literally pulls me into him.
Well, it clearly wasn't going to happen that way. He couldn't lift both legs in the air, much less wrap them around me. He was in apparent discomfort on his side. I couldn't get deep enough inside him to satisfy me (frankly I was surprised that we'd gotten that far, as his tolerance for discomfort is low.) However, he was anxious to be fucked by me, it had been a long time since we fucked last, and he was determined to make it work. We both knew this without any conversation.
It wasn't entirely what either of us wanted. I couldn't eat his ass as he hadn't prepped; he couldn't suck me after I pushed in for the same reason. It was spontaneous and we both knew it. But he wanted to be fucked and he wanted my load as well, so he gritted his teeth and thrust down and I had about 5 inches of my cock in him and I started to fuck.
Sideways fucking (both guys on their sides) is great for porn, and is okay as part of the soup to nuts (pardon the pun) m2m sexual experience. But, it usually doesn't give me the friction I need to spew my load. But we were both into it; neither one of us gave a damn that it was dirty sex (as he hadn't flushed out) and we both were determined. I was astonished that it was giving me the right vibe as I'd shot only 2 hours before. The switch flipped and I was feeling it and he was grunting with pleasure.
And then, we heard the door open and close.
I had no idea what to expect, but felt like a teenager again waiting to be busted by the parents. He looked at me and hissed to keep fucking him. My thought was "what the fuck?" (ahem) might as well drop a load.
He pushed down/more of my cock was engulfed by his juicy tight ass; it felt good; it felt good to be with a guy I find hot and who I wanted to breed . He growled: "Am I your boy?" "Prove it!" "Make me your boy!!!" "I want your seed, daddy!" And then, I gave it to him.
As I shot he asked if I came and then demanded that I keep fucking him. The angle of our bodies was terrible, but I did so, almost slipping out several times, but he started to furiously stroke and soon a ribbon of white cum was streaming across his tan stomach and chest.
There was no time for afterglow. We needed to figure out an exit plan for me. I eased out, avoiding his ivory bedspread, and luckily found a hand towel next to the bed. There was some debris, but it wasn't major, and I wasn't confronted by a stench, so it was alright.
Like mice, we both got dressed (fortunately he had a movie playing that provided white noise) and he on his bum leg scoped out the house and then silently led me downstairs (and, in touch with my Asian side, I kept my sandals off, making me more cat like as I walked.) The house mates were other wise disposed and he pretended to get his mail and I scooted out.
It was a pure maintenance visit; not at all nourishing, and my noodle clearly was sticky and needed a good rinsing as I drove home. But, I made him my boy once again, which was what he needed, and I wanted..
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Housesitting
Last week I posted a CL ad on a lark and had a number of bites. Some seemed feasible, but there was also the standard myriad of people who failed to respond with pics, as I'd asked; or who advised me that they couldn't host, after I'd indicated that I couldn't; or who wanted me to drive an hour to hook up. You'd have to think like such guys to actually understand their behavior, so it's important to feel thankful rather than irritated and attempting to figure them out. However, it's a time suck, but then you invite it when you post an ad.
One response came from a toney town close by, and the respondent got to the point. When I read the out of region area code I suspected I knew who it might be, but the town in question wasn't where I remembered (a deliberate plausible diversion on his part.) When I called to get the address it was a deja vu moment ; albeit, a good (well "goodish") moment. I liked that it was 15 minutes away; I liked that it was a good neighborhood; I liked that I know the guy likes to get bred but is clean; I liked knowing what to expect.
We'd last connected two years ago, several times, when he was housesitting at this same address. Afterwards he'd called me several times at inconvenient times (like when I was at work in the middle of a meeting) and seemed bruised when I couldn't take the call, assuming I wasn't interested. Other times when he called I was out of town on business, or in a restaurant with friends (it's called texting guys/it is less intrusive.) Anyway, we lost contact.
When I called he only vaguely remembered me (I wasn't bruised) but felt secure inviting me over. When I arrived I saw that he'd shaved at least 10 years from the age he indicated in his response (come on: 5 is expected; 10 makes you worry about what else he's lying about.) A fittish, 60+ guy with a shaved head and a stylish chick teaser (for an otherwise decidedly unstylish guy.) He looks like a vet and this was confirmed by some VA paperwork on the floor; he's some how in technology sales, divorced with grown kids and has a current middle aged woman friend.
He wasn't into kissing, which about kills half of it for me (okay, you are going to suck my dick and let me bareback fuck you and shoot my load into your hole, but kissing is too intimate?) I think in this case that kissing might be actually be admitting wholeheartedly enjoying gay sex. Not kissing, I inferred, might leave him the illusion of being a guy who just happens to like sucking cock and getting fucked but is still "straight." Whatever...
Among his quirks (and, yes, we all have them) he saves his crotch (which I hate/it looked absurd, like the cock and balls of a 13 year old attached to an older man.) His cock never got fully hard (a function of age and a hernia operation that I learned about today.) It's probably nice on the occasions it get fully hard, but then it was like sucking linguine al dente. At the same time he likes (practically demands) that you work both of his nipples throughout. The foreplay definitely wasn't doing it for me. So I rolled him onto his stomach and started to eat his ass.
Kudos to him that as a "straight" guy he flushes his ass out properly (usually "straight" guys don't know how to do it properly and withdrawing you end up with skid marks/a definite buzz kill.) I was getting off on how he was responding to getting rimmed, but was getting irritated that he wanted steady nipple tweaking throughout, which kind of made me feel like a mechanic. When we got business he reached for some Vaseline (yikes!) Fortunately I had proper lube in my cargo shorts. I gradually eased in and he was enjoying it but it was one of those fucks where the bottom is constantly clamping his cheeks together and thrusting back instead of letting the top do the fucking. Fortunately I hadn't cum, the switch quickly flipped, I dumped my load and gracefully got up, sponged off, and got out.
Today I went through a string of fuck buddies (one clearly not in the mood after suggesting this morning and then getting pissed off when I called him on it; another who didn't text back/another story; the Arab has company; another had roomies home.) I wanted to get off and thought, give the house sitter another try (okay, I was looking for a clean warm hole; I admit it! Mea culpa!) So I texted him and got an immediate call back and had to remind him who I was (not Alzheimer's/he didn't recognize the number) and he was hot to trot. So 30 minutes later I was there.
It was more relaxed this time. He embraced me and began to kiss my neck and to suck on it. He laid back on the bed and clearly wanted to be sucked and was quite responsive, but the noodle was pretty limp despite my working his balls, stroking his taint, and pressing my thumb against his hole while working the uber sensitive nipple. In other words, I pulled all the tricks out of the bag. From the responses you'd think he was steel hard, dripping and ready to paint the ceiling. At a certain point we got into a 69, which isn't my fav but I wanted to see if we could improve the experience and was determined to be patient.
Well I thought, it's time to take care of me. I rolled him on his stomach and gave him a killer rim job. He was now putty in my hands and I grabbed the lube I brought, slicked us both up and g r a d u a l l y eased into him. He exhaled with gusto and then curled his head back and pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue to my mouth and then accepted mine in his. Progress!
He let me fuck him today, and it was nice. He refrained from the manic clenching of his ass and allowed me to find his prostate and then work it with my cockhead while he thrashed and moaned underneath me. So he let the top be the top and both of us were happy. I decided not to prolong it and let it go when I felt my load rising; I found it interesting that he immediately knew (probably my cock got harder and my thrusts changed as I came yesterday so it wasn't like he was getting a 1/4 cup or anything.) Then he bent his head back and kissed me again (!) He wanted me to stay in him and I remained penetrating him supported by my arms and hands and as my cock began to gradually grow slack I pulled him onto his side to spoon.
At a certain point he tried to remount me, but I was then soft. He then astonished me by curling around and starting to suck my cock (so I knew he had to be clean and clearly knew what he was doing.) Still I didn't get hard; it was much better than last week, but the scene wasn't entirely pushing my buttons. He was mellow, got on his side and engaged me in small talk.
I was really ready to don my shorts and tee shirt and get out, but I thought I at least owed him the civility of conversation. It was pretty boring, but he's a nice guy and was clearly working at it. While we discussed mutual travel I noticed out of my peripheral vision that he was stroking himself (but still soft.) He gradually started to stroke my thigh. Then after a good interval he curled around and started to suck me and I willed myself to get hard (actually with little effort.) He then got on his knees and straddled me, asked me to work his nips and started to vigorously stroke his essentially soft cock. I looked up at him and noted that he was in very good shape; defined pecs, broad shoulders, muscular neck, narrowish waist. Twenty years ago he surely turned heads. His eyes are brilliant blue and it was a pleasure watching him writhe in pleasure massaging his guts with my cock. It was working for me and I was imagining the possibility of giving him a second load, and then I saw his eyes roll back and watched as a large load oozed out of his not hard dick (I have seen this before and it always astonishes me as I need to be steel hard to cum.) After his spasming he lifted himself up and dismounted (clearly not a lot of practice as he didn't ease off and I could tell he regretted it that he'd not eased off me gradually; I practically heard a pop sound when it came out and he grimaced.)
Next thing I noticed he was grabbing a pair of boxers and heading to the bathroom to get me a wash cloth; hysterical. A guy isn't in a hurry until he shoots his load, then it's "I've got stuff to do."
Well, I was aokay with that. I could have gone for a second course (and later did elsewhere) but it's no fun unless the bottom is the instigator. Anyway, I was glad I went back as it proved my memory wasn't flawed. And, better yet, he's housesitting for another month and it is very conveniently on my commute.
One response came from a toney town close by, and the respondent got to the point. When I read the out of region area code I suspected I knew who it might be, but the town in question wasn't where I remembered (a deliberate plausible diversion on his part.) When I called to get the address it was a deja vu moment ; albeit, a good (well "goodish") moment. I liked that it was 15 minutes away; I liked that it was a good neighborhood; I liked that I know the guy likes to get bred but is clean; I liked knowing what to expect.
We'd last connected two years ago, several times, when he was housesitting at this same address. Afterwards he'd called me several times at inconvenient times (like when I was at work in the middle of a meeting) and seemed bruised when I couldn't take the call, assuming I wasn't interested. Other times when he called I was out of town on business, or in a restaurant with friends (it's called texting guys/it is less intrusive.) Anyway, we lost contact.
When I called he only vaguely remembered me (I wasn't bruised) but felt secure inviting me over. When I arrived I saw that he'd shaved at least 10 years from the age he indicated in his response (come on: 5 is expected; 10 makes you worry about what else he's lying about.) A fittish, 60+ guy with a shaved head and a stylish chick teaser (for an otherwise decidedly unstylish guy.) He looks like a vet and this was confirmed by some VA paperwork on the floor; he's some how in technology sales, divorced with grown kids and has a current middle aged woman friend.
He wasn't into kissing, which about kills half of it for me (okay, you are going to suck my dick and let me bareback fuck you and shoot my load into your hole, but kissing is too intimate?) I think in this case that kissing might be actually be admitting wholeheartedly enjoying gay sex. Not kissing, I inferred, might leave him the illusion of being a guy who just happens to like sucking cock and getting fucked but is still "straight." Whatever...
Among his quirks (and, yes, we all have them) he saves his crotch (which I hate/it looked absurd, like the cock and balls of a 13 year old attached to an older man.) His cock never got fully hard (a function of age and a hernia operation that I learned about today.) It's probably nice on the occasions it get fully hard, but then it was like sucking linguine al dente. At the same time he likes (practically demands) that you work both of his nipples throughout. The foreplay definitely wasn't doing it for me. So I rolled him onto his stomach and started to eat his ass.
Kudos to him that as a "straight" guy he flushes his ass out properly (usually "straight" guys don't know how to do it properly and withdrawing you end up with skid marks/a definite buzz kill.) I was getting off on how he was responding to getting rimmed, but was getting irritated that he wanted steady nipple tweaking throughout, which kind of made me feel like a mechanic. When we got business he reached for some Vaseline (yikes!) Fortunately I had proper lube in my cargo shorts. I gradually eased in and he was enjoying it but it was one of those fucks where the bottom is constantly clamping his cheeks together and thrusting back instead of letting the top do the fucking. Fortunately I hadn't cum, the switch quickly flipped, I dumped my load and gracefully got up, sponged off, and got out.
Today I went through a string of fuck buddies (one clearly not in the mood after suggesting this morning and then getting pissed off when I called him on it; another who didn't text back/another story; the Arab has company; another had roomies home.) I wanted to get off and thought, give the house sitter another try (okay, I was looking for a clean warm hole; I admit it! Mea culpa!) So I texted him and got an immediate call back and had to remind him who I was (not Alzheimer's/he didn't recognize the number) and he was hot to trot. So 30 minutes later I was there.
It was more relaxed this time. He embraced me and began to kiss my neck and to suck on it. He laid back on the bed and clearly wanted to be sucked and was quite responsive, but the noodle was pretty limp despite my working his balls, stroking his taint, and pressing my thumb against his hole while working the uber sensitive nipple. In other words, I pulled all the tricks out of the bag. From the responses you'd think he was steel hard, dripping and ready to paint the ceiling. At a certain point we got into a 69, which isn't my fav but I wanted to see if we could improve the experience and was determined to be patient.
Well I thought, it's time to take care of me. I rolled him on his stomach and gave him a killer rim job. He was now putty in my hands and I grabbed the lube I brought, slicked us both up and g r a d u a l l y eased into him. He exhaled with gusto and then curled his head back and pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue to my mouth and then accepted mine in his. Progress!
He let me fuck him today, and it was nice. He refrained from the manic clenching of his ass and allowed me to find his prostate and then work it with my cockhead while he thrashed and moaned underneath me. So he let the top be the top and both of us were happy. I decided not to prolong it and let it go when I felt my load rising; I found it interesting that he immediately knew (probably my cock got harder and my thrusts changed as I came yesterday so it wasn't like he was getting a 1/4 cup or anything.) Then he bent his head back and kissed me again (!) He wanted me to stay in him and I remained penetrating him supported by my arms and hands and as my cock began to gradually grow slack I pulled him onto his side to spoon.
At a certain point he tried to remount me, but I was then soft. He then astonished me by curling around and starting to suck my cock (so I knew he had to be clean and clearly knew what he was doing.) Still I didn't get hard; it was much better than last week, but the scene wasn't entirely pushing my buttons. He was mellow, got on his side and engaged me in small talk.
I was really ready to don my shorts and tee shirt and get out, but I thought I at least owed him the civility of conversation. It was pretty boring, but he's a nice guy and was clearly working at it. While we discussed mutual travel I noticed out of my peripheral vision that he was stroking himself (but still soft.) He gradually started to stroke my thigh. Then after a good interval he curled around and started to suck me and I willed myself to get hard (actually with little effort.) He then got on his knees and straddled me, asked me to work his nips and started to vigorously stroke his essentially soft cock. I looked up at him and noted that he was in very good shape; defined pecs, broad shoulders, muscular neck, narrowish waist. Twenty years ago he surely turned heads. His eyes are brilliant blue and it was a pleasure watching him writhe in pleasure massaging his guts with my cock. It was working for me and I was imagining the possibility of giving him a second load, and then I saw his eyes roll back and watched as a large load oozed out of his not hard dick (I have seen this before and it always astonishes me as I need to be steel hard to cum.) After his spasming he lifted himself up and dismounted (clearly not a lot of practice as he didn't ease off and I could tell he regretted it that he'd not eased off me gradually; I practically heard a pop sound when it came out and he grimaced.)
Next thing I noticed he was grabbing a pair of boxers and heading to the bathroom to get me a wash cloth; hysterical. A guy isn't in a hurry until he shoots his load, then it's "I've got stuff to do."
Well, I was aokay with that. I could have gone for a second course (and later did elsewhere) but it's no fun unless the bottom is the instigator. Anyway, I was glad I went back as it proved my memory wasn't flawed. And, better yet, he's housesitting for another month and it is very conveniently on my commute.
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