Last night I was making dinner and cutting up some jalapenos, and needed to take a bio break. Now, I always wash my hands before taking a leak, but not usually before doing so. Note to the wise: if dicing jalapenos wash your hands before handling yourself. I immediately felt the burn; perhaps it was exacerbated by the serious exercise my member got the day before...It lingered for quite awhile.
I hadn't connected with my Filipino pal in a while, though he's regularly flirted with me on line and repeatedly stressed his need to get his serious itch scratched. Unfortunately, I've been unable to host and he has an odd living arrangement. He rents from a gay couple and can't have company over for sex when they are home, which seems to be next to always, which is ironic because he's always in the mood to bottom. We went back and forth on line over the holiday weekend (he thought he'd be able to host over the weekend and then the roommates never left.) Last minute I could, though it was a workday for him, so he wrote and asked about coming over for a tune up en route to work.
Now I'd taken a relatively long hiatus from sex following traveling and then being felled by the flu (which, with the after affects, seemed to drag on for two weeks.) Being concerned that I might forget the moves I was anxious for some action. As it was, like riding a bike, I didn't forget. But it was quick a task oriented encounter.
Normally I envision getting sucked as just part of the path to topping. But, once he got naked and dropped to his knees his mouth simply felt amazing on my cock: warm, soft, moist, and talented. However, he needed to get to work and wanted my cock where the sun doesn't shine, so he bent over the bed and presented his prize for my attention. As usual, it was as clean as a whistle and I really got into probing him with my tongue (despite the fact I was operating on about a half a cup of coffee.) This guy is pretty tiny (5' 7") and taut with an ass that is as cute as a bug's ear. Soon he was begging me to lie on my back and crouched over me to lower and skewer himself with my cock. It felt great but in light of how small he is (30" waist) he was grimacing and taking it slow; he wanted it but it was going faster than was comfortable for him and he disengaged with care and then laid on his back and with his legs in the air asked me to line my cock against his hole and wait for him to pull me in; this is his preference and invariably he does pull me in growling: slowly, slowly! Then when I am all the way in he asks me if I like my boy's ass, and then demands that I slam it into him.
In light of my abstinence it felt really great, but he was vigorously stroking himself and his hand was annoying me as it was distracting me from fully concentrating on my cock being milked by his hole. However, soon it all connected and I was then spewing into him; the minute he felt me stiffen and my cock trobbing he urged me to keep fucking him faster and deeper and was spewing a big load moments later. (It always astonishes me how little guys with small cocks shoot tremendous amounts of cum.) I was glad that he managed to miss hitting the pillow this time, though he left me with cum soaked laundry. Start to finish couldn't have been more than 30 minutes. He quickly jumped in the shower and was walking out of my place looking very proper and ready for work moments later (making me imagine the cum slowly leaking out of him into his shorts as the day progressed.)
Now it was still pretty damned early and I fetched the paper out of the driveway, poured more coffee and logged on to the various sites. Then suddenly I was being hit on by a guy a couple of towns away who was begging me to travel over to do him last week, and who I'd later found had been checking me out on a bb site. We went back and forth asking each other a number of questions (last test, bare or not, whether he gets bred or wants the top to pull out.) All his answers were the right ones (bare okay if I was neg; cumming in him maybe based on the vibe) and, still horny as hell, I decided to drive over to his place.
I'd been reluctant earlier as he lives in a hardscrabble town to the west and I didn't know what to expect. However, he lives in a private home (good) by himself (better) and just off the freeway (whew.) I found myself driving through a nice middle class development, so I was totally at ease when I rang his doorbell.
He arrived at the door and was carefully groomed (Chinese American, so I was clearly having a Pacific Rim day.) He led me directly into his bedroom and began to grope me; no shyness there. I pulled him to me and we started to make out and he was on his knees opening my shorts and pulling them down. He wanted at the goods immediately.
When we'd "negotiated" on line he's indicated that he loved to have his ass eaten, and I imagined that I'd spend at least 10 minutes eating him out first. However, he was famished for cock and wanted me in him immediately; it was actually going faster than I wanted.
I find it interesting when people refer to those of Chinese heritage as yellow: I am pink to peach colored and this guy is much whiter, almost ivory, compared to me. The down side was that he shaves his pits and pubes and is totally smooth (dense, thick moosed hair atop his head though.) A pretty guy though and passionate, but amazingly slutty. There was no easing it in, he wanted me to ram it into him (I did ease in/ramming in assured a short fuck and I wanted to take my time) and he told me to ignore any moaning he might make and to keep fucking him as long and as hard as I wanted. He immediately announced he was looking forward to my breeding him/guess the chemistry was working.
This guy is a great bottom and has learned how to use his ass to get a top off. Even though I'd only cum about 2 hours earlier, I was ready to pop just a few minutes into him. I found myself pulling out to cool off and to take time to eat his ass, which pushed him over the edge and made him get really loud. But after about 15 minutes (pulling out twice) it was simply too good and I was shooting into him. Being an experienced bottom he knew it and pushed me back and was sucking the cum, sweat and lube off my cock moments later -- but quick to push me back to kiss me and to shove his tongue into my mouth moments later. This put me in a mood and I rolled him over and started to felch him. We definitely got into some serious pig action (his ass was clean/clean/clean till I started filling it.)
He has a small cock, and like many bottoms he didn't get very hard at first, but after I came and we were making out I started to stroke his cock (he pushed my hand to his ass and wanted me to finger him and stroke him simultaneously) and shot a huge load across his body. We embraced and I scooped up some and he licked it off my fingers, made out, embraced, rolled around and both got covered in it.
While we spooned a short time he wanted to get fucked more and we got right back to it. He wanted to please me and I was glad to keep him on his stomach and side and to keep at him with steady thrusting; since he has super sensitive nipples it was great to wrap my arms around him and to have my right hand work his left nipple and vice versa.
I doubted I'd be able to shoot a third load that quickly but after I'd been there ~75 minutes I was delivering another load into him. After licking me off again he was working out another load himself. As he got up and asked if I wanted to shower I got the message that his itch had been sufficiently scratched, but I was glad to be able to get on with the day myself. As I dressed and he led me to the door it was initially awkward, but I pulled him to me to kiss him and he smiled and said he was looking forward to serving me again. I assured him I'd probably be horny again for him a few hours later (I was but didn't drive back.) With any luck I'll be back for an encore this coming weekend. I'll be careful what I handle afterwards.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Brasilians
Well, I was felled by the flu about two weeks ago. I savored every possible unpleasant effect/fear not, I will spare you the gory details. I know you've all been sick. However, this was one of those sicknesses when after you were secure leaving the immediate vicinity of the bathroom you still felt like 10 miles of bad road for a week later. Of course, since then other colleagues have been coming down with various aliments, and I think I might be playing host to a cold now as well; swell.
Suffice it to say I wasn't up for performing with another guy (though, with the help of vicarious experiences did purge the seminal vessels) and then, I just wasn't up for the chase. I have been mildly interested but essentially want someone to put it in a bowl and bring it to me.
I had an amazing afternoon of sex with a Brasilian three weeks ago. It began and ended skin to skin, with no discussion of condoms, but as I was cumming the first time he freaked and said "don't cum in me!!!" as I was then spurting. I pulled out and managed to have the last lackluster spurt and a half hit his ass cheeks. He played along pretending that I hadn't just shot several spurts up his ass and then, seconds later, greedy with lust, he said "now that you came outside me you can put it back into me." It is amazing how folks can delude themselves.
We started fucking again, and then, midstream, he wanted to be assured I was neg, and then proceeded to pledge on his parents' lives and his cat that he is neg (btw, I loathe cats, am allergic to them, and this one kept jumping on the two of us while we were fucking, wanting to play. At one point while I was fucking him I felt it biting my toe. Solution: a pillow case, a brick, and a near by pond. Okay, I know that I have just alienated all of you cat people. Suffice it to say, I am a dog lover.) His pledge, and earnestness were endearing. However, later he wanted to be fucked forever, and then when I was certain I had just worn the epidermis off my cock he looked in my eyes and said "I want another cum from you." Suddenly my balls complied and I dumped another load in him.
Since then I have gotten a number of paranoid and edgy emails from him, but he wants it again badly. He wrote and told me how awesome it was (and, it was!) He wants an encore, soon. He was frustrated to be leaving town right after I nailed him (that night after we got together he was begging me to come back over, which for me wasn't feasible) Then I got horribly sick while he was traveling and was still laid out when he got back. But the hiatus gave his mind time to wander and he wrote if we were going to fuck again I'd have to promise to be exclusive with him in light of the tremendous risk.
Then he was only available from Thursday at 3:37 to 4:53 and the like. Yawn. And, in the meantime other guys have been hitting on me (they always want to connect on weekdays: doesn't anyone, besides me apparently, maintain a normal work week? I am, at best, good for an hour quickie at 6 pm. Yet these dudes all think I am going to drive 20 miles to meet them in Bay Area after work rush hour traffic. Answer: no.)
Yesterday was a full, free, unscheduled day. However, I had the usual piss away time errands (groceries, dry cleaner, wine shop) that needed to be completed. My Brasilian pal, after saying he was unavailable yesterday until 10 pm wrote me at 12:30 and said he could be available at 2:30 pm. I am not Pappa John's pizza, and while I would have liked to have fucked, my principle got in the way and I indicated I was busy. Occasionally I think with something besides my dick.
Okay, I haven't described this creature. About 6' 3" and thin as a rail. Pale white skin (yes, a Brasilian) and dense chest hair and incredibly busy arm pits, but clean shaven. Clean clean clean period. A bit awkward; I entered his apt which is like tree house. He invited me to sit on the uncomfortable IKEA couch and was nervous but immediately put his hand on my thigh, not far from my cock. I looked at him and decided to get to the point "if this is going to work, should we move to your bedroom?" He eagerly led me upstairs; clearly the fellow needed direction.
Now, my image of Brasilians is that of a sensual, sexually familiar people, having been there and seeing all the Greek gods walking around in sling shots with equally hot women (they don't, however, age well. They are quite indulgent.) This guy seemingly grew up in a monastery -- clearly no hedonist -- but he was definitely eager to have his buttons pushed. He stripped in no time, was a passionate kisser, and gets points for a nice clean ass that it was nice to eat. Thin but not athletic; pigeon chest, yet, pleasant to explore. He has an amazingly small cock, relative to his height (about 5+ long and thin.)
When I entered him he was clearly in need of a tune up; no whining about going easy (though I always do) or slowing down. In fact he cheered me on to really slam it into him periodically throughout the fuck. After I came the first time we were enjoying the afterglow and he prompted me to remount him, but looked at the clock and freaked out, rolling out from under me and yelling "I'm late!!!" A hair trigger there. As it was daylight savings time had occurred the night before and it was actually an hour earlier; I was rising from the bed, but realizing that he still had time before meeting a friend, he pulled me back to the bed and encouraged me to fuck him some more. After I gave him the second load and was dressing he looked at me and exclaimed "I really got fucked!" Yes, indeed, he did. We'll see if there's an encore. He's genuinely nice, attractive, sane, and good sex, but I am anticipating it could become a high maintenance situation. And his availability is incredibly random.
Well, he brought to mind other Brasilians. When in Canada a couple of months ago a guy on line came on to me and wanted to bottom; a damned good looking young guy who was aggressive about wanting to get plowed that morning. He showed up at my hotel room pretty promptly afterwards: olive skinned and very muscular: one of those bods you can bounce a quarter off. He was into kissing, and sucking my cock, briefly, and liked having his ass eaten, but he wanted to get down to my fucking him asap (I later learned he was en route to work.) This was a condom situation and while I lubed him up there was some clear discomfort as I penetrated him and he growled for me to slow down and to take it easy (the type of growl that makes you think the guy is going to punch you: great chemistry for sex...and I was taking it easy, but he also was noting that I was really big. His cock is about 6" and pleasantly uncut, and was drooling.)
His ass stopped tensing and began to accept me but he expected me to give him a five minute fuck (then urging me to ram it into him) and then to cum; it was only then that I realized he was on a tight time frame. (btw, guys I just realized I hit publish instead of save, so I am now finishing this.) Well, I gave it a good try, but that's not how my mind and cock work, and with the condom expecting me to give a rabbit fuck and cum was unlikely. I eased out and said it wasn't going to happen, but he was glad for the fucking and got dressed to leave without cumming (I had to wrap my head around him going to work with lube leaking out of his butt.) Clearly the boy had an itch he needed to have scratched.
For some reason I think there have been other Brasilians, but only one comes immediately to mind. A muscular nurse who I met in San Francisco when staying at a hotel there a few years ago on business. Serious gym devotee, but obsessed about wanting a washboard stomach and was flying home for a tummy tuck (why did he share that?) Swarthy, very handsome (long dark eyelashes; curly hair.) He was just beginning to bottom and brought out a bottle of poppers noting he hated drugs, but that he needed the poppers to get through being penetrated. He liked being fucked (condom time) but was quiet and kind of morose.
So much for the joyful, partying, uninhibited Brasilian stereotype -- apparently these three guys were outliers, though all were hot to fuck.
Suffice it to say I wasn't up for performing with another guy (though, with the help of vicarious experiences did purge the seminal vessels) and then, I just wasn't up for the chase. I have been mildly interested but essentially want someone to put it in a bowl and bring it to me.
I had an amazing afternoon of sex with a Brasilian three weeks ago. It began and ended skin to skin, with no discussion of condoms, but as I was cumming the first time he freaked and said "don't cum in me!!!" as I was then spurting. I pulled out and managed to have the last lackluster spurt and a half hit his ass cheeks. He played along pretending that I hadn't just shot several spurts up his ass and then, seconds later, greedy with lust, he said "now that you came outside me you can put it back into me." It is amazing how folks can delude themselves.
We started fucking again, and then, midstream, he wanted to be assured I was neg, and then proceeded to pledge on his parents' lives and his cat that he is neg (btw, I loathe cats, am allergic to them, and this one kept jumping on the two of us while we were fucking, wanting to play. At one point while I was fucking him I felt it biting my toe. Solution: a pillow case, a brick, and a near by pond. Okay, I know that I have just alienated all of you cat people. Suffice it to say, I am a dog lover.) His pledge, and earnestness were endearing. However, later he wanted to be fucked forever, and then when I was certain I had just worn the epidermis off my cock he looked in my eyes and said "I want another cum from you." Suddenly my balls complied and I dumped another load in him.
Since then I have gotten a number of paranoid and edgy emails from him, but he wants it again badly. He wrote and told me how awesome it was (and, it was!) He wants an encore, soon. He was frustrated to be leaving town right after I nailed him (that night after we got together he was begging me to come back over, which for me wasn't feasible) Then I got horribly sick while he was traveling and was still laid out when he got back. But the hiatus gave his mind time to wander and he wrote if we were going to fuck again I'd have to promise to be exclusive with him in light of the tremendous risk.
Then he was only available from Thursday at 3:37 to 4:53 and the like. Yawn. And, in the meantime other guys have been hitting on me (they always want to connect on weekdays: doesn't anyone, besides me apparently, maintain a normal work week? I am, at best, good for an hour quickie at 6 pm. Yet these dudes all think I am going to drive 20 miles to meet them in Bay Area after work rush hour traffic. Answer: no.)
Yesterday was a full, free, unscheduled day. However, I had the usual piss away time errands (groceries, dry cleaner, wine shop) that needed to be completed. My Brasilian pal, after saying he was unavailable yesterday until 10 pm wrote me at 12:30 and said he could be available at 2:30 pm. I am not Pappa John's pizza, and while I would have liked to have fucked, my principle got in the way and I indicated I was busy. Occasionally I think with something besides my dick.
Okay, I haven't described this creature. About 6' 3" and thin as a rail. Pale white skin (yes, a Brasilian) and dense chest hair and incredibly busy arm pits, but clean shaven. Clean clean clean period. A bit awkward; I entered his apt which is like tree house. He invited me to sit on the uncomfortable IKEA couch and was nervous but immediately put his hand on my thigh, not far from my cock. I looked at him and decided to get to the point "if this is going to work, should we move to your bedroom?" He eagerly led me upstairs; clearly the fellow needed direction.
Now, my image of Brasilians is that of a sensual, sexually familiar people, having been there and seeing all the Greek gods walking around in sling shots with equally hot women (they don't, however, age well. They are quite indulgent.) This guy seemingly grew up in a monastery -- clearly no hedonist -- but he was definitely eager to have his buttons pushed. He stripped in no time, was a passionate kisser, and gets points for a nice clean ass that it was nice to eat. Thin but not athletic; pigeon chest, yet, pleasant to explore. He has an amazingly small cock, relative to his height (about 5+ long and thin.)
When I entered him he was clearly in need of a tune up; no whining about going easy (though I always do) or slowing down. In fact he cheered me on to really slam it into him periodically throughout the fuck. After I came the first time we were enjoying the afterglow and he prompted me to remount him, but looked at the clock and freaked out, rolling out from under me and yelling "I'm late!!!" A hair trigger there. As it was daylight savings time had occurred the night before and it was actually an hour earlier; I was rising from the bed, but realizing that he still had time before meeting a friend, he pulled me back to the bed and encouraged me to fuck him some more. After I gave him the second load and was dressing he looked at me and exclaimed "I really got fucked!" Yes, indeed, he did. We'll see if there's an encore. He's genuinely nice, attractive, sane, and good sex, but I am anticipating it could become a high maintenance situation. And his availability is incredibly random.
Well, he brought to mind other Brasilians. When in Canada a couple of months ago a guy on line came on to me and wanted to bottom; a damned good looking young guy who was aggressive about wanting to get plowed that morning. He showed up at my hotel room pretty promptly afterwards: olive skinned and very muscular: one of those bods you can bounce a quarter off. He was into kissing, and sucking my cock, briefly, and liked having his ass eaten, but he wanted to get down to my fucking him asap (I later learned he was en route to work.) This was a condom situation and while I lubed him up there was some clear discomfort as I penetrated him and he growled for me to slow down and to take it easy (the type of growl that makes you think the guy is going to punch you: great chemistry for sex...and I was taking it easy, but he also was noting that I was really big. His cock is about 6" and pleasantly uncut, and was drooling.)
His ass stopped tensing and began to accept me but he expected me to give him a five minute fuck (then urging me to ram it into him) and then to cum; it was only then that I realized he was on a tight time frame. (btw, guys I just realized I hit publish instead of save, so I am now finishing this.) Well, I gave it a good try, but that's not how my mind and cock work, and with the condom expecting me to give a rabbit fuck and cum was unlikely. I eased out and said it wasn't going to happen, but he was glad for the fucking and got dressed to leave without cumming (I had to wrap my head around him going to work with lube leaking out of his butt.) Clearly the boy had an itch he needed to have scratched.
For some reason I think there have been other Brasilians, but only one comes immediately to mind. A muscular nurse who I met in San Francisco when staying at a hotel there a few years ago on business. Serious gym devotee, but obsessed about wanting a washboard stomach and was flying home for a tummy tuck (why did he share that?) Swarthy, very handsome (long dark eyelashes; curly hair.) He was just beginning to bottom and brought out a bottle of poppers noting he hated drugs, but that he needed the poppers to get through being penetrated. He liked being fucked (condom time) but was quiet and kind of morose.
So much for the joyful, partying, uninhibited Brasilian stereotype -- apparently these three guys were outliers, though all were hot to fuck.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Napping
During my Northwestern sojourn I reconnected with my Indian friend (subcontinent, not indigenous.) He is an interesting sort. Passionate in bed, but laconic and almost aloof. Early in our hook ups he bemoaned my not living nearby as he would have liked a relationship with me. But, the last two or three times we have connected it has purely been no strings maintenance sex. He's passionate when his clothes come off, but once he comes, or it is otherwise time for him to leave, he is totally detached and mentally gone as he's pulling on his clothes, with a cursory peck at the door.
The last two times I was in town I contacted him through the sites and he said he was seriously interested. And, I got calls on my phone that were from a "unnamed" caller. I was otherwise occupied (not necessarily fucking either, you smart asses) and then unable to reach him on the phone and inconveniently didn't find him on line. As both were cameo visits this resulted in missed opportunities. Disappointing, but it's not like I didn't have (and avail myself) of other opportunities. However, the sex is comfortable and always pretty damned fine with this guy. So I wrote him and said "it might facilitate matters if you left me your phone number: after all, I am not going to stalk you or share it and we're both discreet."
Well, wonder of all wonders, he called and it was a disclosed caller. However, I didn't recognize the number and didn't initially recognize the name of the heavily accented caller (he uses a European pseudonym: probably both a function of discretion and American ignorance in refusing to master an Indian name. My mechanic is Persian and was astonished by my calling him his actual name in Farsi; it's not like it's hard to do. We don't need to homogenize everything. However, I digress once again.) But we set up a date.
Unfortunately I succumbed to the siren call of the Gamey guy (earlier recent entry) when I was supposed to connect with my Indian pal that evening; but having shot two afternoon loads I wasn't up for an encore that evening (and probably wouldn't have produced a load. I have learned that bottoms, particularly guys who like it bare, want to experience the sensation of the top cumming; it's sort of a victory for them and receiving your load in their asses is their reward. It's not just about that cylinder of flesh stretching them open and doing the prostate massage.)
My Indian fb was cool when I cancelled; we ended up connecting early evening two nights later. He is a very handsome early 40's guy: beautiful eyes, a head of dense ringlets, and body taut from regular exercise with moist dark bronze skin. His cock is medium to small, but lovely. However, he's not particularly interested in it being sucked or stroked: he's there to get fucked, to have a warm load deposited in his rectum, and to spoon and cuddle afterwards.
As usual, the introverted man discovers his inner child when he strips off his clothes and playfully runs across the room, rips up the covers, and dives underneath them, shyly grinning. This is after we met at the door, we make out, and he opens my robe and grasps my engorging member. I, in turn, drop the robe pull back the covers and climb into bed with him. We make out under covers while we mutually stroke each other. Wordlessly he rolls onto his stomach: I know what he wants. I pull back the bedclothes and proceed to eat his always immaculate ass and then to tease him with my cock head.
He's silent throughout: changes in his breathing are his substitute for language: I can tell when he wants me to penetrate him, both based on his breathing and how his body suddenly yields. I hold still after penetrating as my cock is naturally pulled into him and then based on his breathing I gradually monitor when to feed more of it into him.
It was pretty evident it had been a while since he'd last been fucked; he was tight and I could hear some light gasps of discomfort that advised me to take it slowly; I eased out and applied more lube and went back in and we got into a rhythm. However, it was evident he was pretty sensitive and getting sore. He told me he didn't know if he could take it that much longer; so I eased out most of my cock and just left three inches inside him and very slowly massaged his entry: gently pulling back and re-penetrating him. His ass lightly gripped me and there was some nice friction for my cock head. Just before I imagined he was going to call it quits I felt the switch flip and a load was spurting into him; shallow enough that I imagined it would be soon leaking out of him.
He purred and pushed his back against my stomach and chest; we enjoyed the sensation of my softening cock in his now wet ass, and I wrapped my arms around him as I sucked on the back of his neck. And then we both fell into a sound sleep.
For me, I suspect, it was a cat nap: I don't imagine I was out any more than 20 minutes. But my partner was seriously sawing logs: I was listening to his snoring: first soft and then with gusto. After awhile the weight of his head was making my arm go to sleep so I very gradually adjusted my body so that I was still holding him but restoring some circulation. At that point I wasn't entirely comfortable but I was enjoying it nonetheless as it was so sweet to feel his silky warm body and to listen to him enjoying his nap (shit, he was full on asleep.) At a certain point, after he'd been out for over an hour I moved a good deal more: I had to get up early the next morning and frankly I was tired of being immobile. He woke up, looked at the clock and was astonished at how long it had been.
Without any thought to getting off, he jumped up, dashed to the bathroom to expel my load from his butt (discrete, but audible and apparently substantial. While you'd like the bottom to want to keep it inside this was understandable, he was going commando) and was then quickly pulling on his clothes. There was a chaste kiss at the door and he murmured about getting together the next two (my last two) nights in town. However, it didn't happen. He didn't check my messages on the sites, and I didn't choose to call (his voice mail is disabled) and he didn't ring me. I did get a message from him a couple of days after I got home indicating he'd sought out a massage for his aching back and had nursed it but also hadn't checked his messages. I am evidently on his mind as I noticed he was checking out my profile on one of the sites yesterday (when it occurred to me to tap this entry; I suspect we were simultaneously on each others' minds.)
I haven't quite figured out his story: I am imagining he must now have a boy (or girl) friend with whom he doesn't live: hence, the serious caution about his phone and messages (though he has profiles on two of the sites, but then so do a lot of married and "monogamously" partnered guys.)
Clearly I enjoy our time together, but it is definitely just all about getting that itch scratched.
The last two times I was in town I contacted him through the sites and he said he was seriously interested. And, I got calls on my phone that were from a "unnamed" caller. I was otherwise occupied (not necessarily fucking either, you smart asses) and then unable to reach him on the phone and inconveniently didn't find him on line. As both were cameo visits this resulted in missed opportunities. Disappointing, but it's not like I didn't have (and avail myself) of other opportunities. However, the sex is comfortable and always pretty damned fine with this guy. So I wrote him and said "it might facilitate matters if you left me your phone number: after all, I am not going to stalk you or share it and we're both discreet."
Well, wonder of all wonders, he called and it was a disclosed caller. However, I didn't recognize the number and didn't initially recognize the name of the heavily accented caller (he uses a European pseudonym: probably both a function of discretion and American ignorance in refusing to master an Indian name. My mechanic is Persian and was astonished by my calling him his actual name in Farsi; it's not like it's hard to do. We don't need to homogenize everything. However, I digress once again.) But we set up a date.
Unfortunately I succumbed to the siren call of the Gamey guy (earlier recent entry) when I was supposed to connect with my Indian pal that evening; but having shot two afternoon loads I wasn't up for an encore that evening (and probably wouldn't have produced a load. I have learned that bottoms, particularly guys who like it bare, want to experience the sensation of the top cumming; it's sort of a victory for them and receiving your load in their asses is their reward. It's not just about that cylinder of flesh stretching them open and doing the prostate massage.)
My Indian fb was cool when I cancelled; we ended up connecting early evening two nights later. He is a very handsome early 40's guy: beautiful eyes, a head of dense ringlets, and body taut from regular exercise with moist dark bronze skin. His cock is medium to small, but lovely. However, he's not particularly interested in it being sucked or stroked: he's there to get fucked, to have a warm load deposited in his rectum, and to spoon and cuddle afterwards.
As usual, the introverted man discovers his inner child when he strips off his clothes and playfully runs across the room, rips up the covers, and dives underneath them, shyly grinning. This is after we met at the door, we make out, and he opens my robe and grasps my engorging member. I, in turn, drop the robe pull back the covers and climb into bed with him. We make out under covers while we mutually stroke each other. Wordlessly he rolls onto his stomach: I know what he wants. I pull back the bedclothes and proceed to eat his always immaculate ass and then to tease him with my cock head.
He's silent throughout: changes in his breathing are his substitute for language: I can tell when he wants me to penetrate him, both based on his breathing and how his body suddenly yields. I hold still after penetrating as my cock is naturally pulled into him and then based on his breathing I gradually monitor when to feed more of it into him.
It was pretty evident it had been a while since he'd last been fucked; he was tight and I could hear some light gasps of discomfort that advised me to take it slowly; I eased out and applied more lube and went back in and we got into a rhythm. However, it was evident he was pretty sensitive and getting sore. He told me he didn't know if he could take it that much longer; so I eased out most of my cock and just left three inches inside him and very slowly massaged his entry: gently pulling back and re-penetrating him. His ass lightly gripped me and there was some nice friction for my cock head. Just before I imagined he was going to call it quits I felt the switch flip and a load was spurting into him; shallow enough that I imagined it would be soon leaking out of him.
He purred and pushed his back against my stomach and chest; we enjoyed the sensation of my softening cock in his now wet ass, and I wrapped my arms around him as I sucked on the back of his neck. And then we both fell into a sound sleep.
For me, I suspect, it was a cat nap: I don't imagine I was out any more than 20 minutes. But my partner was seriously sawing logs: I was listening to his snoring: first soft and then with gusto. After awhile the weight of his head was making my arm go to sleep so I very gradually adjusted my body so that I was still holding him but restoring some circulation. At that point I wasn't entirely comfortable but I was enjoying it nonetheless as it was so sweet to feel his silky warm body and to listen to him enjoying his nap (shit, he was full on asleep.) At a certain point, after he'd been out for over an hour I moved a good deal more: I had to get up early the next morning and frankly I was tired of being immobile. He woke up, looked at the clock and was astonished at how long it had been.
Without any thought to getting off, he jumped up, dashed to the bathroom to expel my load from his butt (discrete, but audible and apparently substantial. While you'd like the bottom to want to keep it inside this was understandable, he was going commando) and was then quickly pulling on his clothes. There was a chaste kiss at the door and he murmured about getting together the next two (my last two) nights in town. However, it didn't happen. He didn't check my messages on the sites, and I didn't choose to call (his voice mail is disabled) and he didn't ring me. I did get a message from him a couple of days after I got home indicating he'd sought out a massage for his aching back and had nursed it but also hadn't checked his messages. I am evidently on his mind as I noticed he was checking out my profile on one of the sites yesterday (when it occurred to me to tap this entry; I suspect we were simultaneously on each others' minds.)
I haven't quite figured out his story: I am imagining he must now have a boy (or girl) friend with whom he doesn't live: hence, the serious caution about his phone and messages (though he has profiles on two of the sites, but then so do a lot of married and "monogamously" partnered guys.)
Clearly I enjoy our time together, but it is definitely just all about getting that itch scratched.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Juicy
Ah, there were a number of titles for this entry that went through my mind: quickie; nooner, but I settled on Juicy. I reconnected with the Mancub (sorry, you will need to scroll through previous entries to learn who he is.) We haven't connected in a long time; he's repartnered and lives in the City and I simply don't find occasion to go into the metropolis proper that often, and our solar systems haven't been in sync.
He wrote me last week about possibly connecting and, as luck would have it, I had an appointment in the City today. He was psyched, but gave me his address with the caveat that I text him in advance as he wanted to be assured we wouldn't be interrupted. I went to my appointment and he texted "what's up?" and then a regretful "I was called into work at 1." I looked at my watch and it was 11 a.m.; I checked gps to see how far away he was (2.4 miles) and responded: "how about a quickie?" He responded "hurry."
I arrived and was immediately psyched: he pushes all my buttons: cute, hairy, sweet, and fleshy on top of muscle. Did I mention the guy has a distinct body odor that makes me hard as a rock?
We stared to make out at the door: he has a large, thick, juicy tongue and it was difficult to pull away to peel off clothes to get naked. It's fall; I was at a work engagement -- many frustrating layers that I kept peeling off to toss on his couch. He was easy to strip: seeing his half dollar sized nipples and fleshy hairy chest made me gasp with lust. We grasped each other as we made out and I was enjoying the heft of his significant cock. My sense is that I am one of the few guys who fucks him as he's at least as big as me, and I bent down to suck his cock and his aroma drove me nuts. He was nonverbally communicating we didn't have time and was task oriented: he'd already sprayed Gunoil into his hand and lubed himself and me and straddled the bed to present his ass. Still, I bent over and started to eat it (how does he get it squeaky clean, yet produce manmusk that makes me crazy?) and was immediately frustrated that there was no time for me to properly rim him and suck his dick. Damn.
I know, you have no sympathy. You shouldn't. This hunk was bent over and begging for my cock, and I was able to press in and then ease all of it in lickity split: no whining about taking it slow, or that it was too big, or that I needed to slow down. Instead he was nagging me to push in deeper, to fuck him faster and harder. God it was good.
This guy as a nice moist, warm ass and knows how to squeeze down and push back to fuck you back. He was in a sweat to get bred and I was getting worried about being able to produce since he was clamoring for my load. I found myself growing softer and while he was grunting with pleasure I wasn't delivering the fuck for which I am known. I eased out and rolled him onto his side to make out with him; it immediately made me as hard as possible. This guy is my wet dream.
I was conscious that time was running out of the hour glass and he ready wanted to be bred: he wanted to feel my load slowly descending and dripping out of him (he goes commando, so wrap your head around that) and I was becoming convinced it wouldn't happen. Now trust me, it was an awesome fuck: I love hugging this stud, and his butt is amazing: he is a responsive bottom who knows how to deploy his ass to milk his top's cock. Then it suddenly connected: my head was singing and I kept thrusting and he was growling: give me your cum and then feeling the change in my body language knew he was getting it: he started to grin and yelled "shove it up there, deep up there! Give me all that load!" I felt him thrusting his body back hard against my pelvis and clamping his body down as he said "I want every drop!: And then we were still: I held him and he savored my arms wrapped around him; my hard but softening cock deep in his ass, our damp sweaty bodies pressed together. And then we felt my cock slackening, beginning to retreat and it popping out of his ass (I am a grower, not a shower...) We both sighed with disappointment; it was out, we were time compressed, and we both wanted to continue.
Uncharacteristically he was standing, moments later, to bring me a warm washcloth to wipe up (he's always absolutely clean; I was mopping off his sweat and the gun oil, essentially.) And then we were getting dressed and making chit chat. We were working together: neither wanted it over, but we are pals and I was helping him and he was helping me; none of this was articulated.
We pecked at the door and he said "I'll let you know about this weekend" when we are planning an extended visit when I hope he'll shoot in my mouth and that we can snowball, along with leisurely enjoying each other. We have incredible chemistry: the first time we connected I asked him to spend the night (he did) and then we spent the next four together. When we connect we go at it for hours, but also we enjoy just talking and going out to share meals. He's more than a fuck buddy: smart, cute, hot, interesting, and a pig! Woof!!!
I am keeping my fingers crossed for this weekend. This afternoon I was extremely mellow crossing back across the bridge and was in a very zen mood in the office. My balls were pleasantly drained and I was feeling very gratified. Hopefully more to come.
He wrote me last week about possibly connecting and, as luck would have it, I had an appointment in the City today. He was psyched, but gave me his address with the caveat that I text him in advance as he wanted to be assured we wouldn't be interrupted. I went to my appointment and he texted "what's up?" and then a regretful "I was called into work at 1." I looked at my watch and it was 11 a.m.; I checked gps to see how far away he was (2.4 miles) and responded: "how about a quickie?" He responded "hurry."
I arrived and was immediately psyched: he pushes all my buttons: cute, hairy, sweet, and fleshy on top of muscle. Did I mention the guy has a distinct body odor that makes me hard as a rock?
We stared to make out at the door: he has a large, thick, juicy tongue and it was difficult to pull away to peel off clothes to get naked. It's fall; I was at a work engagement -- many frustrating layers that I kept peeling off to toss on his couch. He was easy to strip: seeing his half dollar sized nipples and fleshy hairy chest made me gasp with lust. We grasped each other as we made out and I was enjoying the heft of his significant cock. My sense is that I am one of the few guys who fucks him as he's at least as big as me, and I bent down to suck his cock and his aroma drove me nuts. He was nonverbally communicating we didn't have time and was task oriented: he'd already sprayed Gunoil into his hand and lubed himself and me and straddled the bed to present his ass. Still, I bent over and started to eat it (how does he get it squeaky clean, yet produce manmusk that makes me crazy?) and was immediately frustrated that there was no time for me to properly rim him and suck his dick. Damn.
I know, you have no sympathy. You shouldn't. This hunk was bent over and begging for my cock, and I was able to press in and then ease all of it in lickity split: no whining about taking it slow, or that it was too big, or that I needed to slow down. Instead he was nagging me to push in deeper, to fuck him faster and harder. God it was good.
This guy as a nice moist, warm ass and knows how to squeeze down and push back to fuck you back. He was in a sweat to get bred and I was getting worried about being able to produce since he was clamoring for my load. I found myself growing softer and while he was grunting with pleasure I wasn't delivering the fuck for which I am known. I eased out and rolled him onto his side to make out with him; it immediately made me as hard as possible. This guy is my wet dream.
I was conscious that time was running out of the hour glass and he ready wanted to be bred: he wanted to feel my load slowly descending and dripping out of him (he goes commando, so wrap your head around that) and I was becoming convinced it wouldn't happen. Now trust me, it was an awesome fuck: I love hugging this stud, and his butt is amazing: he is a responsive bottom who knows how to deploy his ass to milk his top's cock. Then it suddenly connected: my head was singing and I kept thrusting and he was growling: give me your cum and then feeling the change in my body language knew he was getting it: he started to grin and yelled "shove it up there, deep up there! Give me all that load!" I felt him thrusting his body back hard against my pelvis and clamping his body down as he said "I want every drop!: And then we were still: I held him and he savored my arms wrapped around him; my hard but softening cock deep in his ass, our damp sweaty bodies pressed together. And then we felt my cock slackening, beginning to retreat and it popping out of his ass (I am a grower, not a shower...) We both sighed with disappointment; it was out, we were time compressed, and we both wanted to continue.
Uncharacteristically he was standing, moments later, to bring me a warm washcloth to wipe up (he's always absolutely clean; I was mopping off his sweat and the gun oil, essentially.) And then we were getting dressed and making chit chat. We were working together: neither wanted it over, but we are pals and I was helping him and he was helping me; none of this was articulated.
We pecked at the door and he said "I'll let you know about this weekend" when we are planning an extended visit when I hope he'll shoot in my mouth and that we can snowball, along with leisurely enjoying each other. We have incredible chemistry: the first time we connected I asked him to spend the night (he did) and then we spent the next four together. When we connect we go at it for hours, but also we enjoy just talking and going out to share meals. He's more than a fuck buddy: smart, cute, hot, interesting, and a pig! Woof!!!
I am keeping my fingers crossed for this weekend. This afternoon I was extremely mellow crossing back across the bridge and was in a very zen mood in the office. My balls were pleasantly drained and I was feeling very gratified. Hopefully more to come.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Gamey
So many things to chronicle. However, I need to be inspired to write and have been negligent because, post coitus, I get otherwise occupied.
This past week was up north on business and received a growlr message while out and about on appointments. This was a hairy bear, a type that always pushes my buttons. When I got the message I was about an hour south of my hotel, but I had the afternoon off and was up for action. This guy was aggressive and sent several messages; I was a bit blown away that he wanted to bottom and then, in the midst of the message ping pong, wanted to know if I'd breed him. (At that point I hadn't cum in two days and was ready to hump a fence post.)
Something seemed vaguely familiar about this guy and, I'd gone through the back and forth about status (and, later in the week had a rapid test with negative results/despite my trepidation following the last "false positive" mind fuck rapid test experience. The clinician was this very cool, businesslike black woman who was devoid of drama and refrained from pop psychology, which was refreshing. She is also one of the few people to ever draw my blood and do so in rapid fire fashion and not leave a mark. I complimented her on how good she was at what she does. But here I am digressing, yet again...)
So this dude said he was neg and wanted to be bred, and was thrilled that I had a two day load I needed to expel from my bluing balls.
When he arrived at my room I immediately recognized him. We'd played in the spring (it was right after I downloaded the growlr app, in fact.) We'd had uninhibited sex (this guy is a real pig) but I remembered he'd wanted to know my schedule and to attempt to fit into every spare moment of free time I had, and then he totally flaked when I'd reserved time because friends of his had "dropped in on him." (I was frustrated less not to have the sex than to piss away time when I could have been doing other neat things on that trip.)
Before he'd arrived I'd asked him if he was cleaned out (earlier in the week I'd connected with a nurse, who was "cleaned out" and as I was fucking him could feel some residue water inside him and had my sheets festooned with coffee colored stains, that I ended up scrubbing out with a washcloth to later sleep in a damp bed; grrr.) He assured me he was, though he'd been out and about running errands (so I did the math and this dude probably cleans out before running around, just in case he gets lucky.)
Well, he's tall, chunky, and hairy and super passionate. While I like manscent, he wasn't musky but seemed pretty gamey, which I don't find very appealing (meditate on the difference.) An unathletic guy, he arrived in those silky, nylon basketball shorts and was going commando (!) which were red, with a clashing top another shade of red, and red basketball sneakers (not because he shoots hoops.) He looked sweaty and frankly I was imagining the image of him walking through the lobby of the swank boutique hotel in which I regularly stay (can you spell trick?)
I was super horny, he was super passionate, and he was in a feline, tomcat sort of power bottom mood. He did ask if I was versatile and seemed disappointed when I indicated I only top (he has a thick, veiny, 5.5" cock. Frankly I wasn't able to easily visualize him as a top.)
The making out did get me super cranked, and we got into mutual sucking and his cock was spewing a steady stream of very good tasting precum. He was anxious to get fucked and I gave him a brief rimming; he was seemingly clean but not in a good musky or sweaty fashion, but definitely gamey, making me want to get to fucking right away (normally I can rim a guy for a good 15 to 20 minutes; I love to eat a nice, clean, musky ass and I particularly like to drive a guy nuts doing so, making him thrash and beg for me to finally stop and to fuck him. This wasn't one of those occasions...)
He loved it when I pushed in, but asked me to take it slow. He has a nice warm, silky ass and is a responsive bottom (read, experience.) However, as we began to fuck he kept asking me questions: how long was I going to be in town; what was I doing each of the days; when did I have more free time to fuck him; what was I doing that evening; could he sleep over during my stay; how often did I come to town; would I like him to be my fuck buddy during those visits; did I have regular fuck buddies at home?) I just wanted to savor the fuck and regretted not having a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth. Other than the incessant and tedious questions it was a great fuck, and he was soon getting my load. I don't emote when I cum; I thrust really deep and stiffen fully enjoying feeling the cum spurt out of my cock. He asked "are you cumming?" and later said it was highly unusual because he could feel a warm, wet sensation that he didn't notice when getting bred. (Too much information: at that point I was envisioning him being the Whore of Babylon and Typhoid Mary combined; it wasn't conducive to a relaxed sexual experience.)
I was in one of my jump out of the planes mood (when you only then start searching for the parachute cord) and we got into some hot oral (he's a live one and eagerly wanted to suck me after I'd pulled my damp dick out his ass) and, due to his tasty precum I wanted his load. It was okay and we both snowballed and I spit most of it into his mouth. He accurately called me a dirty old man; normally I am not that uninhibited, but I was definitely in a mood.
Eventually I was back in him, but realized it was going to take some time for me to work up another load. He persuaded me to pull out because he wanted to be able to take me again the next day; remarking "you are really big and I will get too sore otherwise." Fair enough. However, he started to nag me about sleeping over (I made it clear that I do not want someone sleeping over when I need to get up for work in the morning; I am task oriented and don't want anyone messing with my routine. He kept assuring me he'd be out of the way and would just leave after I'd taken off; right/ I want to leave some hook up alone in my room with my stuff?) He kept asking how often I visited, could I visit more often, and telling me how incredibly handsome I am, and other bullshit. Now this is a bear who is nice on the eyes (but would look better after a long shower, a shave, and with his hair combed) but it was bordering on him asking to pick out china patterns for Christ's sake.
We got back into some mutual oral (which shut him up) and took another load in my mouth, which I promptly spit into his. However, when I went to rim him some more with the intention of more fucking, his butt wasn't giving off an engaging aroma. I checked my cock and the sheets and both were clean, but the odor was reminiscent of a sewer grate (warning! warning! warning!) I refrained.
Eventually we were on our backs stroking and I spewed another load; he didn't lean over to lap it up (perhaps I was expected to direct him?) I wasn't heart broken, but it was an odd disconnect in the midst of the other piggy stuff (he'd been asking me if I'd pee in his mouth some time and fill him up; I have never gone there, actually...)
Well I was done and was going to a wine tasting and wanted him gone. He asked me about that evening and I'd indicated I had plans (like getting to bed at a decent hour so that I could work the next day.) He was very needy and talked about us getting together each of the rest of the days of my visit so that he could get as much of my cock as possible. Hmmm. There were other guys I wanted to be with and I wasn't going to commit to that.
Interestingly he didn't press me the rest of the week (maybe it's only when he's naked his does this shit and it's part of his fantasy? If so he ought to abandon it; it's tedious and alienating.) But he was anxious to get together Friday, and after my plans had fallen through I was game, though I had a martini before dinner, and combined with a glass of wine I wanted to zonk out after a brutal day of appointments; he hadn't responded by 9:30 and then the next morning I found a message on my phone "probably after 11 pm". I'd been sawing logs for a bit by that point (yes gents, you know you are an adult when you actually choose to go to sleep before 10 pm on a Friday night...)
The next morning he wanted to get together but I was meeting a friend for brunch, then he was working at 2 but would come over at noon, but was still at brunch with his friends at 12:30...yawn.
Well he scratched an itch (actually I scratched his) but no chance of picking out china patterns here. Frankly I don't think there's going to be an encore. I don't know that he's an intentional liar but he's certainly somewhat delusional.
This past week was up north on business and received a growlr message while out and about on appointments. This was a hairy bear, a type that always pushes my buttons. When I got the message I was about an hour south of my hotel, but I had the afternoon off and was up for action. This guy was aggressive and sent several messages; I was a bit blown away that he wanted to bottom and then, in the midst of the message ping pong, wanted to know if I'd breed him. (At that point I hadn't cum in two days and was ready to hump a fence post.)
Something seemed vaguely familiar about this guy and, I'd gone through the back and forth about status (and, later in the week had a rapid test with negative results/despite my trepidation following the last "false positive" mind fuck rapid test experience. The clinician was this very cool, businesslike black woman who was devoid of drama and refrained from pop psychology, which was refreshing. She is also one of the few people to ever draw my blood and do so in rapid fire fashion and not leave a mark. I complimented her on how good she was at what she does. But here I am digressing, yet again...)
So this dude said he was neg and wanted to be bred, and was thrilled that I had a two day load I needed to expel from my bluing balls.
When he arrived at my room I immediately recognized him. We'd played in the spring (it was right after I downloaded the growlr app, in fact.) We'd had uninhibited sex (this guy is a real pig) but I remembered he'd wanted to know my schedule and to attempt to fit into every spare moment of free time I had, and then he totally flaked when I'd reserved time because friends of his had "dropped in on him." (I was frustrated less not to have the sex than to piss away time when I could have been doing other neat things on that trip.)
Before he'd arrived I'd asked him if he was cleaned out (earlier in the week I'd connected with a nurse, who was "cleaned out" and as I was fucking him could feel some residue water inside him and had my sheets festooned with coffee colored stains, that I ended up scrubbing out with a washcloth to later sleep in a damp bed; grrr.) He assured me he was, though he'd been out and about running errands (so I did the math and this dude probably cleans out before running around, just in case he gets lucky.)
Well, he's tall, chunky, and hairy and super passionate. While I like manscent, he wasn't musky but seemed pretty gamey, which I don't find very appealing (meditate on the difference.) An unathletic guy, he arrived in those silky, nylon basketball shorts and was going commando (!) which were red, with a clashing top another shade of red, and red basketball sneakers (not because he shoots hoops.) He looked sweaty and frankly I was imagining the image of him walking through the lobby of the swank boutique hotel in which I regularly stay (can you spell trick?)
I was super horny, he was super passionate, and he was in a feline, tomcat sort of power bottom mood. He did ask if I was versatile and seemed disappointed when I indicated I only top (he has a thick, veiny, 5.5" cock. Frankly I wasn't able to easily visualize him as a top.)
The making out did get me super cranked, and we got into mutual sucking and his cock was spewing a steady stream of very good tasting precum. He was anxious to get fucked and I gave him a brief rimming; he was seemingly clean but not in a good musky or sweaty fashion, but definitely gamey, making me want to get to fucking right away (normally I can rim a guy for a good 15 to 20 minutes; I love to eat a nice, clean, musky ass and I particularly like to drive a guy nuts doing so, making him thrash and beg for me to finally stop and to fuck him. This wasn't one of those occasions...)
He loved it when I pushed in, but asked me to take it slow. He has a nice warm, silky ass and is a responsive bottom (read, experience.) However, as we began to fuck he kept asking me questions: how long was I going to be in town; what was I doing each of the days; when did I have more free time to fuck him; what was I doing that evening; could he sleep over during my stay; how often did I come to town; would I like him to be my fuck buddy during those visits; did I have regular fuck buddies at home?) I just wanted to savor the fuck and regretted not having a pair of socks handy to stuff in his mouth. Other than the incessant and tedious questions it was a great fuck, and he was soon getting my load. I don't emote when I cum; I thrust really deep and stiffen fully enjoying feeling the cum spurt out of my cock. He asked "are you cumming?" and later said it was highly unusual because he could feel a warm, wet sensation that he didn't notice when getting bred. (Too much information: at that point I was envisioning him being the Whore of Babylon and Typhoid Mary combined; it wasn't conducive to a relaxed sexual experience.)
I was in one of my jump out of the planes mood (when you only then start searching for the parachute cord) and we got into some hot oral (he's a live one and eagerly wanted to suck me after I'd pulled my damp dick out his ass) and, due to his tasty precum I wanted his load. It was okay and we both snowballed and I spit most of it into his mouth. He accurately called me a dirty old man; normally I am not that uninhibited, but I was definitely in a mood.
Eventually I was back in him, but realized it was going to take some time for me to work up another load. He persuaded me to pull out because he wanted to be able to take me again the next day; remarking "you are really big and I will get too sore otherwise." Fair enough. However, he started to nag me about sleeping over (I made it clear that I do not want someone sleeping over when I need to get up for work in the morning; I am task oriented and don't want anyone messing with my routine. He kept assuring me he'd be out of the way and would just leave after I'd taken off; right/ I want to leave some hook up alone in my room with my stuff?) He kept asking how often I visited, could I visit more often, and telling me how incredibly handsome I am, and other bullshit. Now this is a bear who is nice on the eyes (but would look better after a long shower, a shave, and with his hair combed) but it was bordering on him asking to pick out china patterns for Christ's sake.
We got back into some mutual oral (which shut him up) and took another load in my mouth, which I promptly spit into his. However, when I went to rim him some more with the intention of more fucking, his butt wasn't giving off an engaging aroma. I checked my cock and the sheets and both were clean, but the odor was reminiscent of a sewer grate (warning! warning! warning!) I refrained.
Eventually we were on our backs stroking and I spewed another load; he didn't lean over to lap it up (perhaps I was expected to direct him?) I wasn't heart broken, but it was an odd disconnect in the midst of the other piggy stuff (he'd been asking me if I'd pee in his mouth some time and fill him up; I have never gone there, actually...)
Well I was done and was going to a wine tasting and wanted him gone. He asked me about that evening and I'd indicated I had plans (like getting to bed at a decent hour so that I could work the next day.) He was very needy and talked about us getting together each of the rest of the days of my visit so that he could get as much of my cock as possible. Hmmm. There were other guys I wanted to be with and I wasn't going to commit to that.
Interestingly he didn't press me the rest of the week (maybe it's only when he's naked his does this shit and it's part of his fantasy? If so he ought to abandon it; it's tedious and alienating.) But he was anxious to get together Friday, and after my plans had fallen through I was game, though I had a martini before dinner, and combined with a glass of wine I wanted to zonk out after a brutal day of appointments; he hadn't responded by 9:30 and then the next morning I found a message on my phone "probably after 11 pm". I'd been sawing logs for a bit by that point (yes gents, you know you are an adult when you actually choose to go to sleep before 10 pm on a Friday night...)
The next morning he wanted to get together but I was meeting a friend for brunch, then he was working at 2 but would come over at noon, but was still at brunch with his friends at 12:30...yawn.
Well he scratched an itch (actually I scratched his) but no chance of picking out china patterns here. Frankly I don't think there's going to be an encore. I don't know that he's an intentional liar but he's certainly somewhat delusional.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Mud Ass
I heard the expression mud ass first on the Dave Chappelle show. Little did I know I'd become more intimately acquainted with that phrase in subsequent years (pardon the pun.)
On my last trip after the "dork" wasn't able to join me I was wound up and wanted to fuck something fierce. So after a lot of on line ping pong this guy from about 40 minutes came on to me. He was incredulous that I wasn't available the next day (I had to work and also, unknown to him, had two other guys lined up) and was flying home on Sunday. So he regretfully indicated that we'd have to hook up my next visit. I responded I was sorry he wasn't available then. He wrote back: call me now/I'm on call and I'll say I got called in. I played along; he is apparently married.
I was intrigued because as we first exchanged messages he asked if I fucked bare; I was direct but indicated I was cautious. That was all he needed to read. I indicated he should clean out at home, and he responded he'd need to at my hotel. Okay: I wasn't thrilled about that, but he was interested.
When he arrived he looked to be a solid middle class middle aged guy. Hardly the slut he seemed on line, but then I have learned not to judge books by their covers (people initially think I am very conservative and reserved. Good; I don't like to show my hand.) Well he went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open, started to prep. That grossed me out; I figured locker room type of behavior and that he'd probably been military; maybe still was. Unceremonially he threw the Fleet bottle into the trash where it loudly rattled. I really didn't want to get that involved in him flushing out. He flushed and then walked out in a mock leopard jockstrap (which was pretty ludicrous.) I suggested he jump into the shower; I wasn't convinced a purge was equivalent to getting clean.
Fortunately he took a seemingly eternal shower, which reassured me. Then he returned in the ridiculous jock strap, which he fortunately soon took off. We made out a bit and then I went down on him. He was wired for sound because as I gave him head and simultaneously stroked his rod he started to thrash and I could feel his balls throb as he erupted in orgasm. I took it in my mouth and he was lying back anxiously waiting with his mouth open to snowball. Okay, this was a live one.
Soon I had him on his ass and it seemed and smelled clean so I started to eat him; shortly afterward I was pushing against his hole and in him. He grunted with pleasure and thrust back and we got into a nice rhythm.
Now this was while I was still sick and my cock and balls weren't communicating; but that night they were in harmony again. And his ass felt good; too good. Silky even; too good. I thought, I've been down this road before and I don't think this is just the lube. And then my olafactory senses kicked in; not good; I partially withdrew and saw a serious mess. I very very carefully disengaged myself and got up; made sure he didn't move; grabbed a towel and advised him he needed to get back in the shower. I cleaned myself at the sink and it was a major project. Having changed diapers I am logical about these things, but was frustrated. This guy clearly didn't do an effective job (like lying on the floor to administer the purge so that it totally worked. Okay, too much information here.)
He exited the shower and started to get dressed, but my greedy side kicked in. I'd almost cum and I wanted to do so, so I asked if he wanted to give it another shot. He did. We went at it again and this guy wanted a hard fast fuck full of deep thrusts. Then deja vu. I directed him back to the shower; we were burning through towels.
Round three and I was seeing light at the end of the tunnel and my load rose and spurted out. Good thing; not as bad as before but this was the end of my towels as I sent him back into the shower. Miraculously we hadn't destroyed the bed; still I left housekeeping a big tip the next day for contending with the mountain of distressed towels. The event was psychically as well as physically dirty; I've been lucky but this really grossed me out. I mean, occasionally you get a skid mark; we know how the machinery works, but this was just plain nasty.
Well I played with three regulars after who know how to clean out (the Filipino boy said he flushed out five times, just to be sure.) But I am traveling again and this gorgeous Mexican American kid came on to me.
He's come on to me before but the distance wasn't realistic. Tonight I am in his home town and he was persistent. I was just into reading (well, who am I kidding; I was also logged into the sites) and he really wanted to connect. He's fresh and damned nice on the eyes so I said yes (actually I had two young Latino guys hitting on me simultaneously but I got a better vibe from this guy and he was the older of the two, being in his late 20s.)
Anyway, he wanted to come straight over and shower here. Having been recently around that block I made it clear that I wanted him to prep at home and to totally flush out. We made a date but I was concerned because he was giving himself about 40 minutes to prep and I know it usually takes longer.
Well he arrived and is a fucking beautiful man. Man was he hungry for it; this boy had a serious itch he needed to get scratched. Taller than me, but when his shorts came down I was surprised by his small cock: it is gorgeous but about 5" and probably 3.5 around. Uncut though, beautifully shaped and carmel colored (actually he's all carmel colored with thick wavy hair and long eyelashes and a very nice bod.)
He was shy about kissing at first but once he saw my cock he wanted to kiss. We made out, I sucked his dick a bit (which wasn't his need or interest) and ate his ass. It was all good. Then he pushed back as I rubbed his ass with my cockhead and impaled himself. All good; we was crying out with need but I wanted to prolong this and got him on his hands and knees sucking me while I ate his ass.
Soon he was straddling me and sliding down on my cock and gasping with desire.
Well he wanted a fast rough fuck and it was good, but I got him on his stomach, which worked fine, and then he wanted it doggie style. It was feeling great (this guy was another safe sex guy who put it in bare and never talked condom; he wanted my load in fact.) He has a nice fine ass, and a nice fine bod and it was sweet. I was in deep; and then my olafactory senses kicked in and I smelled trouble. Deja vu.
I carefully disengaged and made sure he didn't violate the sheets. Then we both headed to the bathroom and cleaned up. He wanted at it again; I should have called it quits then, but the greed kicked in. I started fucking him again, but intellectually I should have known it would quickly end up gross. However, he didn't "give a shit" (ahem) and while I fucked his increasingly dirty ass and he furiously beat off. He collapsed on the towel I'd fortunately put under him and then I saw it was a train wreck. I jumped up and went into the bathroom; I advised him to shower up.
Well he took a long leisurely time, and came out and then grabbed his shorts and said he'd love to do it again and was sorry he hadn't taken longer to clean out following a volleyball game. He begged me to keep his phone number and said he was sore but really anxious to play again. So the guy is clueless. I hadn't cum and was both pissed he wasn't at least offering to somehow get me off, and relieved as the experience left mewanting me to get rid of him. The guy simply didn't know better; he wasn't attempting to be an asshole though he was succeeding. I guess he figured I got to fuck him bareback and that I'd gotten my share (and, maybe he thought I came, but I suspect that was an after thought.)
At least the bed sheets are unmarked and I still have clean sheets for the morning. However, hereafter I am going to be damned careful when someone isn't prepped and wants to come over in 30 minutes. It's just not worth it.
On my last trip after the "dork" wasn't able to join me I was wound up and wanted to fuck something fierce. So after a lot of on line ping pong this guy from about 40 minutes came on to me. He was incredulous that I wasn't available the next day (I had to work and also, unknown to him, had two other guys lined up) and was flying home on Sunday. So he regretfully indicated that we'd have to hook up my next visit. I responded I was sorry he wasn't available then. He wrote back: call me now/I'm on call and I'll say I got called in. I played along; he is apparently married.
I was intrigued because as we first exchanged messages he asked if I fucked bare; I was direct but indicated I was cautious. That was all he needed to read. I indicated he should clean out at home, and he responded he'd need to at my hotel. Okay: I wasn't thrilled about that, but he was interested.
When he arrived he looked to be a solid middle class middle aged guy. Hardly the slut he seemed on line, but then I have learned not to judge books by their covers (people initially think I am very conservative and reserved. Good; I don't like to show my hand.) Well he went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open, started to prep. That grossed me out; I figured locker room type of behavior and that he'd probably been military; maybe still was. Unceremonially he threw the Fleet bottle into the trash where it loudly rattled. I really didn't want to get that involved in him flushing out. He flushed and then walked out in a mock leopard jockstrap (which was pretty ludicrous.) I suggested he jump into the shower; I wasn't convinced a purge was equivalent to getting clean.
Fortunately he took a seemingly eternal shower, which reassured me. Then he returned in the ridiculous jock strap, which he fortunately soon took off. We made out a bit and then I went down on him. He was wired for sound because as I gave him head and simultaneously stroked his rod he started to thrash and I could feel his balls throb as he erupted in orgasm. I took it in my mouth and he was lying back anxiously waiting with his mouth open to snowball. Okay, this was a live one.
Soon I had him on his ass and it seemed and smelled clean so I started to eat him; shortly afterward I was pushing against his hole and in him. He grunted with pleasure and thrust back and we got into a nice rhythm.
Now this was while I was still sick and my cock and balls weren't communicating; but that night they were in harmony again. And his ass felt good; too good. Silky even; too good. I thought, I've been down this road before and I don't think this is just the lube. And then my olafactory senses kicked in; not good; I partially withdrew and saw a serious mess. I very very carefully disengaged myself and got up; made sure he didn't move; grabbed a towel and advised him he needed to get back in the shower. I cleaned myself at the sink and it was a major project. Having changed diapers I am logical about these things, but was frustrated. This guy clearly didn't do an effective job (like lying on the floor to administer the purge so that it totally worked. Okay, too much information here.)
He exited the shower and started to get dressed, but my greedy side kicked in. I'd almost cum and I wanted to do so, so I asked if he wanted to give it another shot. He did. We went at it again and this guy wanted a hard fast fuck full of deep thrusts. Then deja vu. I directed him back to the shower; we were burning through towels.
Round three and I was seeing light at the end of the tunnel and my load rose and spurted out. Good thing; not as bad as before but this was the end of my towels as I sent him back into the shower. Miraculously we hadn't destroyed the bed; still I left housekeeping a big tip the next day for contending with the mountain of distressed towels. The event was psychically as well as physically dirty; I've been lucky but this really grossed me out. I mean, occasionally you get a skid mark; we know how the machinery works, but this was just plain nasty.
Well I played with three regulars after who know how to clean out (the Filipino boy said he flushed out five times, just to be sure.) But I am traveling again and this gorgeous Mexican American kid came on to me.
He's come on to me before but the distance wasn't realistic. Tonight I am in his home town and he was persistent. I was just into reading (well, who am I kidding; I was also logged into the sites) and he really wanted to connect. He's fresh and damned nice on the eyes so I said yes (actually I had two young Latino guys hitting on me simultaneously but I got a better vibe from this guy and he was the older of the two, being in his late 20s.)
Anyway, he wanted to come straight over and shower here. Having been recently around that block I made it clear that I wanted him to prep at home and to totally flush out. We made a date but I was concerned because he was giving himself about 40 minutes to prep and I know it usually takes longer.
Well he arrived and is a fucking beautiful man. Man was he hungry for it; this boy had a serious itch he needed to get scratched. Taller than me, but when his shorts came down I was surprised by his small cock: it is gorgeous but about 5" and probably 3.5 around. Uncut though, beautifully shaped and carmel colored (actually he's all carmel colored with thick wavy hair and long eyelashes and a very nice bod.)
He was shy about kissing at first but once he saw my cock he wanted to kiss. We made out, I sucked his dick a bit (which wasn't his need or interest) and ate his ass. It was all good. Then he pushed back as I rubbed his ass with my cockhead and impaled himself. All good; we was crying out with need but I wanted to prolong this and got him on his hands and knees sucking me while I ate his ass.
Soon he was straddling me and sliding down on my cock and gasping with desire.
Well he wanted a fast rough fuck and it was good, but I got him on his stomach, which worked fine, and then he wanted it doggie style. It was feeling great (this guy was another safe sex guy who put it in bare and never talked condom; he wanted my load in fact.) He has a nice fine ass, and a nice fine bod and it was sweet. I was in deep; and then my olafactory senses kicked in and I smelled trouble. Deja vu.
I carefully disengaged and made sure he didn't violate the sheets. Then we both headed to the bathroom and cleaned up. He wanted at it again; I should have called it quits then, but the greed kicked in. I started fucking him again, but intellectually I should have known it would quickly end up gross. However, he didn't "give a shit" (ahem) and while I fucked his increasingly dirty ass and he furiously beat off. He collapsed on the towel I'd fortunately put under him and then I saw it was a train wreck. I jumped up and went into the bathroom; I advised him to shower up.
Well he took a long leisurely time, and came out and then grabbed his shorts and said he'd love to do it again and was sorry he hadn't taken longer to clean out following a volleyball game. He begged me to keep his phone number and said he was sore but really anxious to play again. So the guy is clueless. I hadn't cum and was both pissed he wasn't at least offering to somehow get me off, and relieved as the experience left mewanting me to get rid of him. The guy simply didn't know better; he wasn't attempting to be an asshole though he was succeeding. I guess he figured I got to fuck him bareback and that I'd gotten my share (and, maybe he thought I came, but I suspect that was an after thought.)
At least the bed sheets are unmarked and I still have clean sheets for the morning. However, hereafter I am going to be damned careful when someone isn't prepped and wants to come over in 30 minutes. It's just not worth it.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Splat
Well les balls and Mr. Cock are in dialog once again, to my immense relief (and release...) On Friday night I hooked up with a guy (to be discussed in another entry) and my cock head and balls agreed to spew a load into him.
Saturday, before I headed home I hooked up with two guys I'd played with throughout the week. Early afternoon I connected with the short, smooth, muscle bear (kind of weird to be calling a smooth guy a bear, but that's what he is, besides having a body you could bounce a quarter off.)
After making out and giving his ass a good eating, I eased in and decided to dispense with the acrobatics and to give him a traditional, all about me, fuck. I wrapped my arms around him and got into some serious rhythmic thrusting for a long long time. Didn't change position, didn't ease him onto his side, just pushed him flat and wrapped my arms around him and focused on the old in/out.
Actually it wasn't just about me; he was loving it as confirmed by him moaning and continually grunting "fuck me" "Fuck me" "fuck Me" "FUCK ME". We were rubbing our feet together and my cock began to sing enjoying his warm silky smoothness as I thrust back and forth stretching him open. It felt great and like it would happen, but the switch wasn't flipping. So, I did what usually works when I feel over stimulated: I eased out and we cuddled and made out for awhile. Then I pushed him flat and resumed; that did the trick and after some more steady fucking for awhile I felt the connection and a noteworthy load spewed up out of me and into him. He clamped down hard and squeezed me for all he was worth (fortunately his guts aren't as muscular as his bod or he'd have crushed my cock.) I laid on top of him and grew soft and it eased out.
We then rolled onto our sides and cuddled some more, and then spooned and I grew hard again. He pushed me flat and straddled me and taking me all in started to vigorously stroke and spewed his load, some of it shooting past my head and audibly making a splatting sound when it hit the pillow. I scooped up what was on my chest and licked my fingers, and then urged him up to let me suck his softening cock. He dove down to make out with me; after all these years we finally figured out that we both like to snowball. It was a hot way to end, as I probably won't see him again for a year. He's fun: upbeat, cheerful, and is totally into no strings sex. While he packs some serious meat he refers to my cock as "the monster." He's partnered and I am guessing he's the top in that relationship and reserves my visits to explore his bottom side.
Well, in true slut mode, I had a date with the German that evening. I knew I wasn't cumming in him (he was going through angst about barebacking, though came back twice for more...) He arrived and, towering over me, began to make out with me. After he was naked and we were rolling around in bed and making out for awhile longer I remembered he'd said he wasn't into kissing before we connected. He was sure converted now. At one point I said, I am going to push you out of your comfort zone and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He is into kissing, but the tongue part isn't quite there yet. Since he's been partnered for over 20 years this perplexes me; he's clearly into sex. Kissing is such a fundamental part of the experience for me I can't figure out guys who don't.
His manscent was certainly pushing my buttons and we rolled around and I worked his ultrasensitive nipples and ate his ass and then, adding some lube, eased into him. It's obvious bottoming isn't his usual role, but he was making up for lost time the three occasions we got together this week. While he liked being fucked laying flat, he needed regular breaks (I was being super patient; I wouldn't classify what we were doing as fucking as there was damned little thrusting going on, more like easing back and forth but it felt soft, warm, tight, and nice.) As soon as I was out of him though he was rolling around and getting on his knees to straddle me; he loved sliding down and riding it at his tempo. He began to furiously fist his cock and then started to spew: shot one hit me directly in the face, shot two went over my head and went splat against the pillow: deja vu! The rest dumped on my chest. He apologized for hitting my face (why apologize? it was hot and a compliment that he was that jazzed.) I wiped up a small amount from the side of my eye and tasted it. However, I realized he'd freak if I licked up the rest, though I did go down on him again after awhile. He had no problem with our embracing and rolling around and both getting covered with his cum though.
We kept at it for 2 1/2 hours and he came three times. He kept playing with my cock, and really wanted me to cum on his chest, as I hadn't cum the previous two nights he visited (he came three times each time, and after the first night was so wound up that he beat off a fourth time when he got home. He has amazing balls.) He was playing a lot with my cock (I need to tutor guys though: a. don't roughly fist it/duh, it's sensitive. b. work the head gents, not the root. Stimulating the head results in orgasm.
It wasn't happening and I knew he was disappointed, so I directed him to get on his knees in front of me and I started to seriously eat his ass and stroked my cock. The fact that I was rimming this incredibly hot hairy guy was in my head as I stroked and my balls got into the mental image and cooperated and I spewed my load. While it wasn't on his chest, he was very pleased to see me shoot.
We cuddled and I fell into a sound sleep with my arms wrapped around his warm hairy chest and drinking in his manscent. He had to wake me up after a while to leave.
I would have liked to have taken the pillow with me (at least the pillow case) but I'd surely get a bill from the hotel. However, I enjoyed the added auditory sensation.
Saturday, before I headed home I hooked up with two guys I'd played with throughout the week. Early afternoon I connected with the short, smooth, muscle bear (kind of weird to be calling a smooth guy a bear, but that's what he is, besides having a body you could bounce a quarter off.)
After making out and giving his ass a good eating, I eased in and decided to dispense with the acrobatics and to give him a traditional, all about me, fuck. I wrapped my arms around him and got into some serious rhythmic thrusting for a long long time. Didn't change position, didn't ease him onto his side, just pushed him flat and wrapped my arms around him and focused on the old in/out.
Actually it wasn't just about me; he was loving it as confirmed by him moaning and continually grunting "fuck me" "Fuck me" "fuck Me" "FUCK ME". We were rubbing our feet together and my cock began to sing enjoying his warm silky smoothness as I thrust back and forth stretching him open. It felt great and like it would happen, but the switch wasn't flipping. So, I did what usually works when I feel over stimulated: I eased out and we cuddled and made out for awhile. Then I pushed him flat and resumed; that did the trick and after some more steady fucking for awhile I felt the connection and a noteworthy load spewed up out of me and into him. He clamped down hard and squeezed me for all he was worth (fortunately his guts aren't as muscular as his bod or he'd have crushed my cock.) I laid on top of him and grew soft and it eased out.
We then rolled onto our sides and cuddled some more, and then spooned and I grew hard again. He pushed me flat and straddled me and taking me all in started to vigorously stroke and spewed his load, some of it shooting past my head and audibly making a splatting sound when it hit the pillow. I scooped up what was on my chest and licked my fingers, and then urged him up to let me suck his softening cock. He dove down to make out with me; after all these years we finally figured out that we both like to snowball. It was a hot way to end, as I probably won't see him again for a year. He's fun: upbeat, cheerful, and is totally into no strings sex. While he packs some serious meat he refers to my cock as "the monster." He's partnered and I am guessing he's the top in that relationship and reserves my visits to explore his bottom side.
Well, in true slut mode, I had a date with the German that evening. I knew I wasn't cumming in him (he was going through angst about barebacking, though came back twice for more...) He arrived and, towering over me, began to make out with me. After he was naked and we were rolling around in bed and making out for awhile longer I remembered he'd said he wasn't into kissing before we connected. He was sure converted now. At one point I said, I am going to push you out of your comfort zone and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He is into kissing, but the tongue part isn't quite there yet. Since he's been partnered for over 20 years this perplexes me; he's clearly into sex. Kissing is such a fundamental part of the experience for me I can't figure out guys who don't.
His manscent was certainly pushing my buttons and we rolled around and I worked his ultrasensitive nipples and ate his ass and then, adding some lube, eased into him. It's obvious bottoming isn't his usual role, but he was making up for lost time the three occasions we got together this week. While he liked being fucked laying flat, he needed regular breaks (I was being super patient; I wouldn't classify what we were doing as fucking as there was damned little thrusting going on, more like easing back and forth but it felt soft, warm, tight, and nice.) As soon as I was out of him though he was rolling around and getting on his knees to straddle me; he loved sliding down and riding it at his tempo. He began to furiously fist his cock and then started to spew: shot one hit me directly in the face, shot two went over my head and went splat against the pillow: deja vu! The rest dumped on my chest. He apologized for hitting my face (why apologize? it was hot and a compliment that he was that jazzed.) I wiped up a small amount from the side of my eye and tasted it. However, I realized he'd freak if I licked up the rest, though I did go down on him again after awhile. He had no problem with our embracing and rolling around and both getting covered with his cum though.
We kept at it for 2 1/2 hours and he came three times. He kept playing with my cock, and really wanted me to cum on his chest, as I hadn't cum the previous two nights he visited (he came three times each time, and after the first night was so wound up that he beat off a fourth time when he got home. He has amazing balls.) He was playing a lot with my cock (I need to tutor guys though: a. don't roughly fist it/duh, it's sensitive. b. work the head gents, not the root. Stimulating the head results in orgasm.
It wasn't happening and I knew he was disappointed, so I directed him to get on his knees in front of me and I started to seriously eat his ass and stroked my cock. The fact that I was rimming this incredibly hot hairy guy was in my head as I stroked and my balls got into the mental image and cooperated and I spewed my load. While it wasn't on his chest, he was very pleased to see me shoot.
We cuddled and I fell into a sound sleep with my arms wrapped around his warm hairy chest and drinking in his manscent. He had to wake me up after a while to leave.
I would have liked to have taken the pillow with me (at least the pillow case) but I'd surely get a bill from the hotel. However, I enjoyed the added auditory sensation.
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