Saturday, November 17, 2012

Summer's Unfortunately Over

Fortunately or unfortunately, seasonal changes aren't that obvious in Los Angeles.  But for the past couple of months, it's been really apparent that summer is over.  It's not the weather.  Traffic becomes a mess (more so than it already is) when school is back in session.  And I've been trying hard to get another round with this buddy I met over the summer.  Turns out it's probably just going to be a summer fling.

I answered his ad on craigslist and I have to admit, I didn't think he was all that serious about meeting up.  It wasn't the typical ad.  He was pretty clear on what he wanted: a fuck bud.  A guy that he can shoot the shit with, but also get down and nasty.  But his responses were all over the place.  Earnest in one, then aloof and non-committal in another.  Always pretty short, but the small gathering of letters that peppered the screen always had a weight of swirling meaning behind it.  I'm a sucker for a mystery and it didn't hurt that he was a stocky, hairy bearish bottom.  So I kept at it.

Turned out he was married, like most of the guys around this area.  Had a wife and a kid.  Worked the swing shift, so had the house to himself in the mornings.  And at the time, my schedule was pretty flexible, so I proposed meeting in the late morning when his wife and kid were gone.  We set up the meeting once, and then he did the disappearing act.  Foolishly, I went through the emails and hung out at the coffeeshop on his corner just in case he emailed back with a concrete address.  After wasting an hour (well, it wasn't a complete waste, since the shop had wifi and I just started to get some work done), I took off for work.  He came up with some bullshit excuse about working late and oversleeping, so we rescheduled for later in the week and he disappeared again.  Another excuse.  This time he acknowledged that he was starting to feel like a flake.  So I decided I'd cut to the chase and laid it all out.  Basically said the ball is in his court, but I'm not doing to the email thing until he gives me a day and an address because it seemed like he was just another married guy jerking off to the idea of getting fucked and just not ready to go through with it.

A couple of weeks went by where I just stopped responding to his emails until I got a message that finally made me think he might be legit.  His wife and kid were heading out of town for the rest of summer and he was holding down the fort.  And he gave me his address.

At this point, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do.  Was I going to take the bait or just cut my losses.  And then I looked at his pics again and of course my dick led the way.  The pic he originally sent to me was him shirtless, grinning at the camera with his camera held at arm's length in such an uncoordinated way as to motion blur his entire face, but not enough to hide prominent features: his perfect teeth, hazel eyes, expressive eyebrows under slightly thinning hair and a solid frame...  broad shoulders and strong arms with curly, short hair that doodled across his chest.  Then the second pic.  A pic taken on his bed with the camera pointing down his chest to the foot of the bed, distorting his proportions in a tunnel effect that warped his legs into long stretched stumps but made his tool which stood upright all the more impressive. Images skewed enough to make it a compelling fantasy but pronounced enough to make it seem tangible.

So, the next morning I headed over.  And fuck if my weak knees and stumbling gait back to the car afterward didn't indicate it was a good decision.

There was a brief moment of dread when I reached the address and realized that it was a secured condo and I had no idea what his unit number was.  But after an email announcing my arrival, I got a quick response directing me to a side entrance where he let me in.

And there was no doubt that his story was completely legit.  He grasped my hand in a firm handshake, his meaty paw enveloping mine while his other tapped me on the shoulder.  He spoke in mumbling low tones that made me draw near to comprehend, but at the same time an invisible wall was between us.  It was a delicate display of intimate separation and distinction.  His feet shuffled heavily down the hall in a lazy way.  And he reeked of pot.  I'm don't chase straight guys.  It's way too much trouble.  But there's something hot about a guy that acts in a way that's completely foreign to what I'm used to.

When I walked into the condo, I was smacked in the face with the strong smell of wacky weed and the sounds of pussy porn muffled enough to not disturb the neighbors, but loud enough to add to the mood.

"I smoked out a bit.  Regressing into bachelorhood, I guess.  And shit, this place is a mess.  Sorry about that.  Don't have anyone to pick up after me.  Ha!"

I silenced his rambling by pulling him close and planting my lips against his.  Fuck he was a good kisser.  Passionate and present.  His arms seeking out my body and mine his and I felt him hardening in his basketball shorts as his cock started to pulse against me.  I pulled off all his clothes in a frenzy and he stood there naked before me.  Fuck, I love a hairy beefy guy that's my height.  He looked kinda shy and awkward with me fully clothed taking him in, but I was dressed for work and I didn't rush to take my clothes off.  My eyes were having too much fun taking him in.

He headed to the couch as I slowly undressed.  Pulled the condom and lube I brought and tossed them on the coffee table.  Tossed my shirt next to the neglected laundry basket full of bright rainbow colors meant to please an 8-year old child.  Tossed my pants next to the other basket mixed with women and mens undergarments.  My rock hard cock thudded against my belly when I pulled my trunks off, already wet with precum.  And then flopped onto the couch on top of him, knocking the wind out of him a bit a second before my lips met his so when he tried to recover, he inhaled me into him. 

We made out for a long time.  His soft full lips sucking against mine.  Our tongues probing each other.  And a playful nibble every now and then.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled back.  His earnest hunger was intoxicating.

"Want me to fuck this down your throat?"

"Yes," he said.  Not "yeah" but "yes".  With a long trailing s that both confirmed his proper new england uprbrining and echoed his desire.

"Yessssss."

So without warning, I face fucked him. 

Gag, spit, quick breathes, long inhale as he struggled to keep up.  Me getting frustrated from the teeth of an untrained cocksucker.

"More?"

"Yessss!"

"You like cock, don't you?"

"Yessss!" His eyes were closed for most of the onslaught, lost in the fantasy he was fulfilling.  But they fluttered open at that point and he lunged forward to get my cock down his throat again.

I couldn't take any more of his teeth though, so I pulled off and started to suck him. That was when I realized that I might have gone too far as he wasn't even hard.  He closed his eyes again and opened them only to occasionally glance at the porn.  But despite his half hard cock, he would still mutter the occasional greedy, "Yesssss!"

My saliva was starting to run down his balls now in enough amounts for me to finger it in.  He was tight.  I could feel his hole throbbing around my finger, pulsing with blood at the foreign invasion to his inner channel.  Then the ripple across the length of my finger as I pulled out while his hole clenched and unclenched.  I could barely get two fingers in, but I was just too horny to try to open him up any more.  I ripped open the condom and sheathed myself while sucking him down.  Lubed up.  Flung his legs over my shoulder.  Checked to see if he was ready.  And I slowly plunged in.

He let out a low groan.

I knew I was going in too fast, even though I was going as slow as I could.  I tried to pull out but immediately when he felt me start to withdraw, his arms flew up and tried to stop me.  They searched out my hips and he drew me back in until I finally sank in all the way.  It felt so nice.  Just me balls deep and his hole throbbing around my cock.  I dropped down so that my chest fell against his and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Chest pounding, hole throbbing, I slowly fucked into him in short small strokes.  His eyes were still closed and his cock still flaccid when I picked up the pace and really started pounding him.   Despite all this, there was something in me that really wanted him.  Despite the walls he put up, the long awaited meet really got me going and after just a few minutes, I felt cum start to boil up in my balls.  I stopped.  That wasn't enough, so I pulled off and pulled the condom off and collapsed on top of him to make out.  I was playing with his chest hair, running my fingers through them and across his chest when he pulled back.

"I want you in me again"

"Got a condom?"

He didn't, but instead got an all fours on the couch.  I took the hint.  I slapped his ass with my cock a couple of time and then lined it up.  No hesitation this time.  No resistance.  Still tight as fuck, but he wanted it.

I plunged in.

I fucked him like that for a long time.  Hard.  Insistent.  My groin slapping hard against his ass with every thrust, so hard his ass bounced and rippled up to his back.  I can see the shockwaves ripple up his body.

When I couldn't hold back anymore, I reached under the wrap my arm across his chest and used that to push him firmly down on my cock as I blasted deep inside him.  I buckled on top of him, trying to get deeper and deeper inside to plant my load. 

I pulled out to notice that I just didn't shoot deep enough.  My load started to leak out of his ass as he turned around and lied back down.  My legs were wobbly from the intensity of the orgasm.  At the same time, I didn't want it to end.  I took his cock in my mouth again and hungrily ate him up to the point where my cock was throbbing again.  He was still only half hard at best, but I didn't let up.  I felt the cum on his balls and played with them lightly before my fingers found his hole.  I dug out my cum with my fingers and then pushed it back in.  And then I felt his prostate and started to push against it.  Just a few seconds and his prostate started to tighten and he unloaded a huge load in my mouth.  His cock hardened just for a second or two to unleash its load, making me gag a little, but I swallowed it all down.

I was so weak after that.  Barely had enough energy to stand up straight in the shower afterwards to get the smell of sex off me before I went to work.  And it wasn't the last time that happened.  We played four times after that.  Once every two or three weeks in the summer when I could take a morning off work to play.  He didn't need the porn anymore.  Nor did he keep his eyes closed.  It became more and more intense after each encounter.

Until his wife and kid came home for the new school year and I no longer had my mornings free.

But I think he found what he was looking for.  We talked a bit and shared experiences.  Got to know each other.  One day, we'll be able to pick up again where we left off.  I'm too persistent to let it go.  But until then then, we'll have warm memories to keep us warm in the fall and winter.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

For some reason, I think your assumption about him finding what he was looking for couldn't be further from the truth. But maybe he'll get a chance to read your thoughts and understand.

Happy Holidays

Bruce Chang said...

You could be right, though. There's a lot of conflicting signs, but what are you thinking specifically? Sometime, I can't tell if I'm just not explaining things right or if I'm totally biased into ignoring the ugly truth.

Raw Fucker said...

Like you, I've had some good repeat encounters. Kind of helps when you get to know a guy more. Becomes a more intense fuck