This is a continuation from the post below: The Night Before The Night Before Christmas:
The next day, Christmas eve, I took a shower in the morning like usual. I've always loved hot showers and while under the water I was contemplating my wet dream the night before. I had a full erection, and when I started to later my body up, I ran my soapy hand up the length of my hard cock and I felt an extreme, pleasurable sensation. I continued to run my soapy hand up and down my cock, and I quickly had a mind blowing, explosive ejaculation.
My mind started to race. My view of the world was sifting and changing right then.
At that age, I was actually an unhappy, kind of depressed person on the inside. I was really very introverted, but able to appear, normal and happy on the outside. The issue of course was that I knew I was different, from a very young age--age 4, and I knew it was terribly wrong, even though my parents were EXTREMELY liberal, and never mentioned, not even once, homosexuality. I hid that my entire life, thinking I was the only "normal" person with these man loving desires. I knew that there were perverts. It had never occurred to me that there were other handsome, worthy males AND LOTS OF THEM, that had these same desires. I had just assumed that my life would continue with me having these very strong desires to be with a male, and put his cock in my mouth, and that it would never happen.
After that first masturbated ejaculation in the shower, my mind shifted. The feeling of "cumming" was so intense, and the best experience I had ever had, bar none. Pathetic I know, but nothing in my life had come even close.
From that point on, through out high school. I was always in the shower. I took at least 5 showers a day, and pounded my way to a mind shattering orgasm each time. I then moved up to jacking off in bed at night using shaving crème as the lubricant. My dick started to get irritated from all of the detergents in the soap and shaving crème, and I switched to Vaseline as the lubricant. At this point I could jack off 5 or more times a day at least with my cock staying in perfect shape.
I realized that life wasn't what I had thought it was. I was previously "just getting through the day" with the only joy in the solitude of reading, or in playing sports. At least I could now get the sexual high, most anytime I wanted it.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
The Night Before The Night Before Christmas
When I was 13 years old, and in eighth grade, I had a mind shifting experience.
This is how it all started many years ago.
My father was a super horny guy and he had in his bookcase a huge thick autobiography entitled
"MY LIFE AND LOVES" by Frank Harris (1856-1931), . It is nearly 1000 pages long.
The book is a bit dry and mostly him bragging about his superiority to his peers and his long
list of accomplishments. Woven through the book, he details his sexual exploits with women.
The summer before, when I was freshly 13 years old, puberty hit, and my dick went from a pathetic, little pink thing, I was very embarrassed about it, especially since I often went to the gym with my jock father who had a beautiful long, dangly , cut cock. We showered in the same gang shower at the gym, and I often saw him naked at home. I was very shy about my then embarrassingly little cock and tried to never be naked in public. Once puberty started, my tiny cock, in just a matter of weeks blossomed to that of a full grown man. It was perpetually hard, and straight with a beautiful head and 7 1/2" long and thick (believe me I measured it many times then, imagining how big it would eventually get). I would often have a full boner and flex it, and feel a tingly feeling. I didn't really know about masturbation. I mean, I had heard of jacking off, but didn't understand the concept of the reason to do it . I had no desire to jack off. I did want to kiss, and suck the adult men, and high school jocks in my neighborhood though.
I was always an excellent student through out school without doing any studying. I was an avid reader, and was always reading, a novel or nonfiction about my favorite hobbies.
I had no problem at all with reading MY LIFE AND LOVES, which I think ALL of my peers could not have gotten through the first 100 pages, before the sex in the book started.
I was half way through the book on December 23rd before I went to bed that night. I had this dream where a lady Cop hassled me for walking on a lawn that had a sign saying "Keep Off The Lawn". She tried to arrest me and we got into a wrestling match, with our bodies banging together. I shot a huge load in my tightie whities.
I went to the bathroom and saw the inside of my underwear covered in a mucious like white goo.
I immediately figured out , what had just happened, and my life changed at that point.
To be continued.
This is how it all started many years ago.
My father was a super horny guy and he had in his bookcase a huge thick autobiography entitled
"MY LIFE AND LOVES" by Frank Harris (1856-1931), . It is nearly 1000 pages long.
The book is a bit dry and mostly him bragging about his superiority to his peers and his long
list of accomplishments. Woven through the book, he details his sexual exploits with women.
The summer before, when I was freshly 13 years old, puberty hit, and my dick went from a pathetic, little pink thing, I was very embarrassed about it, especially since I often went to the gym with my jock father who had a beautiful long, dangly , cut cock. We showered in the same gang shower at the gym, and I often saw him naked at home. I was very shy about my then embarrassingly little cock and tried to never be naked in public. Once puberty started, my tiny cock, in just a matter of weeks blossomed to that of a full grown man. It was perpetually hard, and straight with a beautiful head and 7 1/2" long and thick (believe me I measured it many times then, imagining how big it would eventually get). I would often have a full boner and flex it, and feel a tingly feeling. I didn't really know about masturbation. I mean, I had heard of jacking off, but didn't understand the concept of the reason to do it . I had no desire to jack off. I did want to kiss, and suck the adult men, and high school jocks in my neighborhood though.
I was always an excellent student through out school without doing any studying. I was an avid reader, and was always reading, a novel or nonfiction about my favorite hobbies.
I had no problem at all with reading MY LIFE AND LOVES, which I think ALL of my peers could not have gotten through the first 100 pages, before the sex in the book started.
I was half way through the book on December 23rd before I went to bed that night. I had this dream where a lady Cop hassled me for walking on a lawn that had a sign saying "Keep Off The Lawn". She tried to arrest me and we got into a wrestling match, with our bodies banging together. I shot a huge load in my tightie whities.
I went to the bathroom and saw the inside of my underwear covered in a mucious like white goo.
I immediately figured out , what had just happened, and my life changed at that point.
To be continued.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
The Tables Are Turned
Five days ago I hooked up with the Gorgeous Asian Hal. Over the last 6 weeks we have seen each other at the gym, and had countless late night texts. We basically kissed, cuddled and caressed each other for 2 hours. I sucked his cock for maybe a minute and he sucked mine for 4 minutes probably. We had a deal to not take it any further. I put a ton of myself into it. I was making love to him without having sex. The session was similar to what would happen when a soldier returns from combat deployment and the couple went to bed but didn't actually have intercourse. I showed him with my Body, and actions, and lovingly told him through out or time together how handsome and desirable he was,
Hal had previously told me that this was what he wanted and he definitely enjoyed it. I LOVED it myself. During the session we talked about having intercourse in a later session, and I rubbbed my wet, hard cock head on his hole for quite awhile.
On the way home, I texted him that I had a great time and would love to have actual sex, but it would be his choice as to when and if we had it. I did know that if we kept hooking up, that it would happen for sure in the next session or the one after that. He didn't respond. I sent him another couple messages on Grindr. No response. The next day I sent him a text, just a "Hi, How are you?" text.
No response. My head started to spin. Did I come on too strongly? What did I do wrong? WTF???
I know I can be very active. Did I scare him off? Was I a bad kisser? (He had previously told me that I was the best kisser that he had ever kissed). What was going on?
I knew I needed to back off and not look like a desperate, pussy whipped, needy whimp.
Normally, I fuck a guy, or hook up, and never contact them again, unless I am wanting a repeat, or if I had a great time, to make it into a regular thing. If random guys hit me up on the internet, and if they not my type, I just don't respond. I think Karma is just kicking my ass and giving me some of my own medicine.
I gave him another day without texting him , and sent him a "Hi, how are you" text. He responded with : Hi Sexy. I'm doing OK. Now I know how women feel the next day, week, or month after a guy finally screws them and then doesn't call. Or a gay guy sucks me or I screw him and don't contact him afterward.
Most gay guys wouldn't care. I wouldn't either if it was just a blow job or a quick fuck. Hal and I had kissed and "made love" for 2 hours. This is somewhat fucking with my head. I decided to take a step back and let it play out. I thought about blocking him on Grindr so I wouldn't be reminded about it but thought better of it. What I did is I deleted his messages, and deleted his texts. He has hardly been on Grindr anyway since our last encounter. I know he is having trouble at work, or maybe he is depressed at Christmas time. The irony of this all is that it is very possible that after a scenario of us having 2 or three make out sessions similar to what we did , that if we did actually have intercourse, a time or two, it is very possible, that I would be over him and move on. I would though, have returned his messages and not given him a chance to feel bad about it.
Karma bit me on the ass this time, and it sucks, let me tell you.
Hal had previously told me that this was what he wanted and he definitely enjoyed it. I LOVED it myself. During the session we talked about having intercourse in a later session, and I rubbbed my wet, hard cock head on his hole for quite awhile.
On the way home, I texted him that I had a great time and would love to have actual sex, but it would be his choice as to when and if we had it. I did know that if we kept hooking up, that it would happen for sure in the next session or the one after that. He didn't respond. I sent him another couple messages on Grindr. No response. The next day I sent him a text, just a "Hi, How are you?" text.
No response. My head started to spin. Did I come on too strongly? What did I do wrong? WTF???
I know I can be very active. Did I scare him off? Was I a bad kisser? (He had previously told me that I was the best kisser that he had ever kissed). What was going on?
I knew I needed to back off and not look like a desperate, pussy whipped, needy whimp.
Normally, I fuck a guy, or hook up, and never contact them again, unless I am wanting a repeat, or if I had a great time, to make it into a regular thing. If random guys hit me up on the internet, and if they not my type, I just don't respond. I think Karma is just kicking my ass and giving me some of my own medicine.
I gave him another day without texting him , and sent him a "Hi, how are you" text. He responded with : Hi Sexy. I'm doing OK. Now I know how women feel the next day, week, or month after a guy finally screws them and then doesn't call. Or a gay guy sucks me or I screw him and don't contact him afterward.
Most gay guys wouldn't care. I wouldn't either if it was just a blow job or a quick fuck. Hal and I had kissed and "made love" for 2 hours. This is somewhat fucking with my head. I decided to take a step back and let it play out. I thought about blocking him on Grindr so I wouldn't be reminded about it but thought better of it. What I did is I deleted his messages, and deleted his texts. He has hardly been on Grindr anyway since our last encounter. I know he is having trouble at work, or maybe he is depressed at Christmas time. The irony of this all is that it is very possible that after a scenario of us having 2 or three make out sessions similar to what we did , that if we did actually have intercourse, a time or two, it is very possible, that I would be over him and move on. I would though, have returned his messages and not given him a chance to feel bad about it.
Karma bit me on the ass this time, and it sucks, let me tell you.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Thank God for Yoga
I arrived at Hal's apartment on time. As soon as I was inside I pushed him gently against the door and held and hugged him for a minute. He mentioned that we go to shower together which we agreed to do. Under the water together, I had him lather himself up first while I caressed and fondled his body and beautiful ass. It was a very thorough shower, much more so than I ever do. He scrubbed every inch of his gorgeous body. He tried to get me under the water, but I kept him under the heat, hoping he would finish so that we could go to bed. I'm not complaining, it was hot and exciting, I just wanted to get in bed with him and kiss and hold him.
Hal finally finished scrubbing and rinsed off. Then he told me it was his turn to wash me. I said no way, go dry off so we can hurry up and get in bed. He laughed and started to dry off with a towel. I had been to the YMCA and showered 3 hours before and was clean enough so I quickly soaped up, rinsed and joined him at the mirror. I was in agony as he fiddled with his hair, then used q tips, and moisturizer on his face. The thought going through my mind was that we were THE ODD COUPLE, with he being Felix and me Oscar. {It really wasn't that long, maybe 5 minutes start to finish out of the shower but I was feeling like a Junior in high school about to get laid).
We finally got to his bed and he remembered which side of the bed I chose on our previous encounter at my house and motioned for me to take that side. I had barely dried off and I was rather cold and jumped under the covers . He soon joined me and I pulled him to my body and started to lovingly kiss and caress him. After a few minutes I started to play with his hole lightly and then wet a finger with spit and kept it in that region for most of the time we had left. I put him in every position, trying them all out without pushing my dick in. I'd have him suck me, then I would rub the head of my cock on his hole in each position. At one point we were missionary when I raised myself up between his legs and started to massage both legs. I got to his ankles and grabbed each one and pushed his ankles to his ears with his ass elevated. (Thank God For Yoga) I immediately went down and started to kiss, lick, lightly bite and make love to his hole with my mouth, lips and tongue. He started to moan and breath more rapidly and I knew that I can eventually fuck him and that he would love it.
I asked if he wanted me to fuck him, and he said yes, but he hadn't prepared for it. We had previously agreed that he not prep for anal so that I wouldn't fuck him. I told him that what we were doing was actually making love. He agreed and said that when he hooks up, most all guys fuck him then leave quickly. He said that it makes him feel used and feels badly (even though he might have really enjoyed it). This went on for around 2 hours. I left totally satisfied.
Driving home, I felt similar to my high school and college days after a night of making love with women. I had an euphoic, joyful, satiated feeling. And I hadn't even had sex.
Hal finally finished scrubbing and rinsed off. Then he told me it was his turn to wash me. I said no way, go dry off so we can hurry up and get in bed. He laughed and started to dry off with a towel. I had been to the YMCA and showered 3 hours before and was clean enough so I quickly soaped up, rinsed and joined him at the mirror. I was in agony as he fiddled with his hair, then used q tips, and moisturizer on his face. The thought going through my mind was that we were THE ODD COUPLE, with he being Felix and me Oscar. {It really wasn't that long, maybe 5 minutes start to finish out of the shower but I was feeling like a Junior in high school about to get laid).
We finally got to his bed and he remembered which side of the bed I chose on our previous encounter at my house and motioned for me to take that side. I had barely dried off and I was rather cold and jumped under the covers . He soon joined me and I pulled him to my body and started to lovingly kiss and caress him. After a few minutes I started to play with his hole lightly and then wet a finger with spit and kept it in that region for most of the time we had left. I put him in every position, trying them all out without pushing my dick in. I'd have him suck me, then I would rub the head of my cock on his hole in each position. At one point we were missionary when I raised myself up between his legs and started to massage both legs. I got to his ankles and grabbed each one and pushed his ankles to his ears with his ass elevated. (Thank God For Yoga) I immediately went down and started to kiss, lick, lightly bite and make love to his hole with my mouth, lips and tongue. He started to moan and breath more rapidly and I knew that I can eventually fuck him and that he would love it.
I asked if he wanted me to fuck him, and he said yes, but he hadn't prepared for it. We had previously agreed that he not prep for anal so that I wouldn't fuck him. I told him that what we were doing was actually making love. He agreed and said that when he hooks up, most all guys fuck him then leave quickly. He said that it makes him feel used and feels badly (even though he might have really enjoyed it). This went on for around 2 hours. I left totally satisfied.
Driving home, I felt similar to my high school and college days after a night of making love with women. I had an euphoic, joyful, satiated feeling. And I hadn't even had sex.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Anticipation
Tonight I am hooking up with the Chinese guy named Hal with the really beautiful body. He and I have had one 20 minute "date" kissing and feeling each others body. I really, really like him. He is white collar and boyfriend material. We have another date for tonight. 8:00 to 10 pm. This man is Hal, the Chinese guy in the previous post is Tom. Hal is probably 5'7". Tom is 6'1".
Hal craves cuddling and kissing, just like I do. He is obviously a bottom. He lets me take full control of our time together.
We have a "deal" for our date tonight. It will just be kissing and cuddling naked in bed for the entire time. No sex. He has seen my cock and feels like he will have trouble taking it. I told him that we will never have sex, that I will never push the issue unless he is ready and really wanting it. That I won't hurt him.
I guess I am really not as much of an "asshole" as one might think from having read this blog.
I did tell him to be careful, and that if he asks me to fuck him tonight, that he is definitely getting fucked. We both agreed though that we will keep things romantic and not have sex. Sometimes though, if I am playing with a guys "hole", my testosterone kicks in and I become a total top, with lazer focus on getting on top of the guy and taking him for a ride. My brain tunes everything else out and I do what it takes to fuck the guy and get him off. I don't even really care at all if I get off, as long as the bottom gets off hard. If I really am not that into the bottom though, the dynamic is switched and all I want is to get off and cum in his ass or in his mouth.
We will see how it plays out tonight.
Hal craves cuddling and kissing, just like I do. He is obviously a bottom. He lets me take full control of our time together.
We have a "deal" for our date tonight. It will just be kissing and cuddling naked in bed for the entire time. No sex. He has seen my cock and feels like he will have trouble taking it. I told him that we will never have sex, that I will never push the issue unless he is ready and really wanting it. That I won't hurt him.
I guess I am really not as much of an "asshole" as one might think from having read this blog.
I did tell him to be careful, and that if he asks me to fuck him tonight, that he is definitely getting fucked. We both agreed though that we will keep things romantic and not have sex. Sometimes though, if I am playing with a guys "hole", my testosterone kicks in and I become a total top, with lazer focus on getting on top of the guy and taking him for a ride. My brain tunes everything else out and I do what it takes to fuck the guy and get him off. I don't even really care at all if I get off, as long as the bottom gets off hard. If I really am not that into the bottom though, the dynamic is switched and all I want is to get off and cum in his ass or in his mouth.
We will see how it plays out tonight.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Weird but Good Hook Up with the Chinese Hunk
Last night the Chinese Hunk came over. The first time we hooked up is titled Chinese Delivery.
He is 25, 6' 1" 190 lbs with a superb gym body. Fantastic body. He was a college rower and has a beautiful chest, and gorgeous bubble butt. He is moderately long waisted with virtually no body hair. Clear skin, masculine, and is unusually tall and athletic looking for an Asian. His hair is full and jet black and just barely long enough for me to grab ahold of. Handsome face. Very much straight looking. He is here on VISA and has been here for 6 years. He doesn't have much of an accent but he talks carefully, a little slow, I am guessing so that he has perfect grammar. In the dark during "pillow talk" he sounds very much like Dr Ben Carson. Even the speed and carefully worded sentences remind me of Carson. I really like him.(The Chinese guy, Tom, not Carson}.
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He arrived and I pulled him to me and we kissed. Decent kisser. We kissed, and I gently pawed at his body and I said lets go inside. We removed our clothes, and I told him to get on the bed.
I kissed him again, and he stopped me and said "I don't feel like being topped tonight". What The Fuck! 3 weeks before, we had an intense hook up, kissing, groping and I fucked the hell out of him.
He didn't want to say it, but I made him tell me that first time that he wanted me to fuck him. That he loved being fuck. After he told me he didn't want to bottom, I thought, "yeah right, what are the odds that is going to happen". I said no problem, but secretly I was kinda pissed. Since I had well fucked him last time, he should have let me know he didn't want to fuck this night. His body is beautiful, he has a really good personality and I felt like I was probably going to fuck him anyway.
I questioned him about it, and he basically admitted that he hadn't "prepared his ass to be fucked, meaning he hadn't douched" Last time his ass was spotless. Thinking about it now, I think he didn't clean out on purpose so that he wouldn't let himself get fucked. I think he was trying to exert some control over me. We kissed, groped and rolled around for 40 minutes. He also sucked my dick very well. I also sucked his nice 5 1/2" cock. Mine dwarfed his, but it was a pretty, somewhat thin, uncut cock. It was nice. He flipped me off of him and he got on top of me. I let him push my legs apart like he was going to fuck me. I thought it was pretty funny as there was no way that was happening. I humored his efforts. He said he wanted to fuck me. I told him to Dream On, and I flipped him onto his back and put my pelvis between his legs. He tried to outpower me, but couldn't get that done. He is almost for sure stronger than I am, but I have more experience, and kept him in his role as the bottom. Truth be know, he probably wanted to "wrestle me, and have me resist and overpower him". I started to kiss him again, and he said "I really don't like to kiss". I told him that I didn't care and kissed him. What the fuck! I saw this now as perhaps our last hook up. I decided to go with another strategy.
I rolled off of him and we were face to face on our sides. I kissed his neck, caressed his body then lubed a finger and played with the outside of his hole. I kept his legs spread reinforcing that I was top, he was bottom. He loved this, but told me not to put my finger inside him, that he might not be clean. I asked him if he wanted to do some poppers and he said yes. He did big hits of poppers and started to go into super slut mode. I started to finger fuck him and he protested, but obviously loved it. I got onto and rubbed my hard cock on his hole. I told him I would not fuck him, but just wanted to stimulate his ass with my cock. He sat up a little and did some more poppers. I went back to rubbing my cock on his hole. The third time around on this cycle, I put the head in. He said please don't fuck me. I said I won't fuck you , but deep down don't you want to get fuck. He said hell yes. I want it more than anything. I want you to fuck me and get your friends to fuck me too. I want to be a slut for you and your friends. I said well I am going to fuck you now. He said please fuck me, but don't go in deep. I got half my cock in and he went nuts. I slammed his ass with my hard cock, but didn't go all the way in. He said he was close to cumming and he wanted me to come on his face. I knew it would take too long for me to cum, just half way in, so I pulled out, strattled his face and told him to suck my balls.
That felt awesome, definitely better than the half in the ass, ass (which was still really good).
He sucked my balls really well and said please cum on me. I shot off on his face and neck and it was a wet mess. I rubbed my spooge all over his face and he then quickly shot a big load.
We chatted while he took a shower to clean up. I told him that the next time he was coming over, he was getting fucked. If not, it wasn't going to work out. It really was a great hook up actually, but not what I had been expecting.
He is 25, 6' 1" 190 lbs with a superb gym body. Fantastic body. He was a college rower and has a beautiful chest, and gorgeous bubble butt. He is moderately long waisted with virtually no body hair. Clear skin, masculine, and is unusually tall and athletic looking for an Asian. His hair is full and jet black and just barely long enough for me to grab ahold of. Handsome face. Very much straight looking. He is here on VISA and has been here for 6 years. He doesn't have much of an accent but he talks carefully, a little slow, I am guessing so that he has perfect grammar. In the dark during "pillow talk" he sounds very much like Dr Ben Carson. Even the speed and carefully worded sentences remind me of Carson. I really like him.(The Chinese guy, Tom, not Carson}.
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He arrived and I pulled him to me and we kissed. Decent kisser. We kissed, and I gently pawed at his body and I said lets go inside. We removed our clothes, and I told him to get on the bed.
I kissed him again, and he stopped me and said "I don't feel like being topped tonight". What The Fuck! 3 weeks before, we had an intense hook up, kissing, groping and I fucked the hell out of him.
He didn't want to say it, but I made him tell me that first time that he wanted me to fuck him. That he loved being fuck. After he told me he didn't want to bottom, I thought, "yeah right, what are the odds that is going to happen". I said no problem, but secretly I was kinda pissed. Since I had well fucked him last time, he should have let me know he didn't want to fuck this night. His body is beautiful, he has a really good personality and I felt like I was probably going to fuck him anyway.
I questioned him about it, and he basically admitted that he hadn't "prepared his ass to be fucked, meaning he hadn't douched" Last time his ass was spotless. Thinking about it now, I think he didn't clean out on purpose so that he wouldn't let himself get fucked. I think he was trying to exert some control over me. We kissed, groped and rolled around for 40 minutes. He also sucked my dick very well. I also sucked his nice 5 1/2" cock. Mine dwarfed his, but it was a pretty, somewhat thin, uncut cock. It was nice. He flipped me off of him and he got on top of me. I let him push my legs apart like he was going to fuck me. I thought it was pretty funny as there was no way that was happening. I humored his efforts. He said he wanted to fuck me. I told him to Dream On, and I flipped him onto his back and put my pelvis between his legs. He tried to outpower me, but couldn't get that done. He is almost for sure stronger than I am, but I have more experience, and kept him in his role as the bottom. Truth be know, he probably wanted to "wrestle me, and have me resist and overpower him". I started to kiss him again, and he said "I really don't like to kiss". I told him that I didn't care and kissed him. What the fuck! I saw this now as perhaps our last hook up. I decided to go with another strategy.
I rolled off of him and we were face to face on our sides. I kissed his neck, caressed his body then lubed a finger and played with the outside of his hole. I kept his legs spread reinforcing that I was top, he was bottom. He loved this, but told me not to put my finger inside him, that he might not be clean. I asked him if he wanted to do some poppers and he said yes. He did big hits of poppers and started to go into super slut mode. I started to finger fuck him and he protested, but obviously loved it. I got onto and rubbed my hard cock on his hole. I told him I would not fuck him, but just wanted to stimulate his ass with my cock. He sat up a little and did some more poppers. I went back to rubbing my cock on his hole. The third time around on this cycle, I put the head in. He said please don't fuck me. I said I won't fuck you , but deep down don't you want to get fuck. He said hell yes. I want it more than anything. I want you to fuck me and get your friends to fuck me too. I want to be a slut for you and your friends. I said well I am going to fuck you now. He said please fuck me, but don't go in deep. I got half my cock in and he went nuts. I slammed his ass with my hard cock, but didn't go all the way in. He said he was close to cumming and he wanted me to come on his face. I knew it would take too long for me to cum, just half way in, so I pulled out, strattled his face and told him to suck my balls.
That felt awesome, definitely better than the half in the ass, ass (which was still really good).
He sucked my balls really well and said please cum on me. I shot off on his face and neck and it was a wet mess. I rubbed my spooge all over his face and he then quickly shot a big load.
We chatted while he took a shower to clean up. I told him that the next time he was coming over, he was getting fucked. If not, it wasn't going to work out. It really was a great hook up actually, but not what I had been expecting.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Quick And Easy
A couple of days ago, I had an appointment scheduled for a blood draw at my doctor's for my yearly check up which occurs in a couple of weeks.
After leaving the appointment, on my way home, a guy hit me up on Grindr. He is 26, white, handsome face, masculine, hairy. He said he wanted to suck my cock. I sent some dick pics to "seal the deal" and he sent the address. 1 mile away turned out to be 8 minutes, which was good by me.
I pulled into an apartment complex and he was waiting for me outside the door. There was a sign on the door that said BUSY. He told me that he had a straight roommate and that was their signage to let the other one know that the one inside was having a hook up.
We went in side and he seemed very please with my looks and demeanor. As soon as we closed the door, I pulled him to me and he made an effort to kiss me. I turned my head away and kissed and licked his neck and caressed his body. The apartment was spacious with not much furniture. It was fairly tidy and clean for an apartment with a 25 year old straight guy and 26 year old gay guy.
I said where are we doing this and he led me to a comfortable couch. There was a lot of light in the room and the kitchen blinds were open. I asked him to turn the light out and he turned 2 lights out and it was very dark in the room. I'm rather ADD (attention deficient disorder) and if there is bright lights, or TV on, especially if there is someone talking on the TV, I can't concentrate on the sex and can't really even experience pleasure. The room was very dark and no TV or music on so it was basically ideal for me. I took my pants off and he wanted to have me sit on the couch. Being the dominant guy that I am, I instead had him sit on the couch and I gently pushed him back so that he was laying on the couch with his head on the cushioned arm of the couch. I gently pushed his legs open and I got on top of him and kissed his neck, then gave him the kiss he was wanting. He wasn't a great kisser at all. His mouth was kinda open and he would dart his tongue in and out of my also open mouth. He lacked skill, but I could turn him into a great kisser after perhaps 4 hook ups. I think no one had really schooled him in the art of kissing.
I then, without speaking, stood him up and I sat on the couch naked from my t shirt down. He got on his knees and OH MY GOOD, he was a fantastic cock sucker. I searched my brain and I can not come up with any one who has sucked me better. I asked him when he last blew a guy and he said around 2 months ago. I LOVE to have my balls sucked on, kissed and licked, and he quickly started doing that without any prompting from me. I thought to myself that if things continued to go well, that he could be a two or 3 times a week cock sucker for me. I have another guy who loves to rimm, and he will blow me ANY TIME, ANY DAY, if he isn't working. That guy lives 20 minutes further away me, has blown me on average every 2 weeks, (he lives 42 minutes from me) for around the last 10 plus years. The new guy is a much better cocksucker. I prefer to have a superb cocksucker that perhaps isn't gorgeous but is on call and we can just hook up quickly and not have to go through the hooking up ritual which takes time and often doesn't pay off.
In the heat of the moment, with him really getting into him blowing me, I told him how good it was and that I hoped that we could do it regularly. He never really answered. I know he was into it as he was sucking me like it was the last cock on earth. I had a mind blowing orgasm, shooting my cum down his throat. He kept my cock in his mouth, and lightly nursed it. I had to finally take it away from him so that I could leave. If I was horny, I also know that he would have taken a second load from me.
I haven't seen him on Grindr since. I sent him a thank you text and said that I would like to see him again before long. About 4 days a week would be perfect for me. lol
He never answered my text. I checked and he didn't block me. I'm sure, 100%, that he would blow me again, but it's looking like it would be every 2 or 3 or 4 weeks. Not the "ON CALL COCKSUCKER" that I am looking for.
After leaving the appointment, on my way home, a guy hit me up on Grindr. He is 26, white, handsome face, masculine, hairy. He said he wanted to suck my cock. I sent some dick pics to "seal the deal" and he sent the address. 1 mile away turned out to be 8 minutes, which was good by me.
I pulled into an apartment complex and he was waiting for me outside the door. There was a sign on the door that said BUSY. He told me that he had a straight roommate and that was their signage to let the other one know that the one inside was having a hook up.
We went in side and he seemed very please with my looks and demeanor. As soon as we closed the door, I pulled him to me and he made an effort to kiss me. I turned my head away and kissed and licked his neck and caressed his body. The apartment was spacious with not much furniture. It was fairly tidy and clean for an apartment with a 25 year old straight guy and 26 year old gay guy.
I said where are we doing this and he led me to a comfortable couch. There was a lot of light in the room and the kitchen blinds were open. I asked him to turn the light out and he turned 2 lights out and it was very dark in the room. I'm rather ADD (attention deficient disorder) and if there is bright lights, or TV on, especially if there is someone talking on the TV, I can't concentrate on the sex and can't really even experience pleasure. The room was very dark and no TV or music on so it was basically ideal for me. I took my pants off and he wanted to have me sit on the couch. Being the dominant guy that I am, I instead had him sit on the couch and I gently pushed him back so that he was laying on the couch with his head on the cushioned arm of the couch. I gently pushed his legs open and I got on top of him and kissed his neck, then gave him the kiss he was wanting. He wasn't a great kisser at all. His mouth was kinda open and he would dart his tongue in and out of my also open mouth. He lacked skill, but I could turn him into a great kisser after perhaps 4 hook ups. I think no one had really schooled him in the art of kissing.
I then, without speaking, stood him up and I sat on the couch naked from my t shirt down. He got on his knees and OH MY GOOD, he was a fantastic cock sucker. I searched my brain and I can not come up with any one who has sucked me better. I asked him when he last blew a guy and he said around 2 months ago. I LOVE to have my balls sucked on, kissed and licked, and he quickly started doing that without any prompting from me. I thought to myself that if things continued to go well, that he could be a two or 3 times a week cock sucker for me. I have another guy who loves to rimm, and he will blow me ANY TIME, ANY DAY, if he isn't working. That guy lives 20 minutes further away me, has blown me on average every 2 weeks, (he lives 42 minutes from me) for around the last 10 plus years. The new guy is a much better cocksucker. I prefer to have a superb cocksucker that perhaps isn't gorgeous but is on call and we can just hook up quickly and not have to go through the hooking up ritual which takes time and often doesn't pay off.
In the heat of the moment, with him really getting into him blowing me, I told him how good it was and that I hoped that we could do it regularly. He never really answered. I know he was into it as he was sucking me like it was the last cock on earth. I had a mind blowing orgasm, shooting my cum down his throat. He kept my cock in his mouth, and lightly nursed it. I had to finally take it away from him so that I could leave. If I was horny, I also know that he would have taken a second load from me.
I haven't seen him on Grindr since. I sent him a thank you text and said that I would like to see him again before long. About 4 days a week would be perfect for me. lol
He never answered my text. I checked and he didn't block me. I'm sure, 100%, that he would blow me again, but it's looking like it would be every 2 or 3 or 4 weeks. Not the "ON CALL COCKSUCKER" that I am looking for.
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