Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Porn star

I had this post in draft for awhile now titled "adding to the load count".  Recently, I was browsing some blogs and started to do some deeper dives and came across MindTrip's Starfucker page.  What I saw was a bit of a shock that made me have to change the title of the post.  Then one of the first blogging buddies I had corresponded with posted a thing about fucking a porn star.  I pretty much took that as a sign to finish up this post.

I had the day off and was horny as hell. So, I went back to enjoying being the "new meat" on adam4adam and started browsing the profiles.  Damn, he was hot.  He had a ton of face pics and just one body shot in the pose he favors the most: all fours with his perfect bubble butt in the air.  He's a cute cub type.  Only about 5'6" but nice, compact and muscular.  Goatee and strong masculine features.  I only have two inches on him, but my dick instantly responded to the though of man handling him and tossing him around.

I shot him a message and he wrote back instantly.

"Kinda short on time now, but I'm ready for it.  Already got two loads in me."

"I'm fifteen minutes away.  Want a third load?"

"Yeah, come on over."

And I was at the door fifteen minutes later.  He was different.  A rare breed that was direct and knew what he wanted.  All action.  And since he was so direct, I stood at his doorway and had a hunch that it would be unlocked.  I was right.  I didn't bother ringing the doorbell to announce my arrival.  I just turned the handle and pushed it in.  And there he was in his living room.  All fours.  Ass in the air.  Perpendicular to the door so that he could see who was coming in.  He smiled and then hung his head down, back in position.  I think I passed the inspection.

I made over to the throw that he laid out, already stained from previous guests.  His perfect body drew me in.  Two seconds was just too long to make my way over.  I couldn't get there fast enough.  His perfect bubble ass was even more impressive in person.  And on all fours like that, I could see the outline of his triceps making the perfect bulge and dimple from holding up his upper body.  His broad back was strong and tapered in a bit to his waist.  A body that has been shaped by a gym, but not obsessively so.

By the time I ripped my clothes off me and met him on the throw, my cock was already rock hard and pulsing.  Just a big of lube, just in case.  It totally wasn't needed.  And I slid my cock up his perfect ass.

It was amazing.  Just the perfect amount of resistance.  Not too tight, not too loose.  Just the right amount of pressure that sucked me in after I got the tip in.  And the heat!  It's the heat that I love about fucking a freshly fucked hole.  It's that velvet feel, the slick ease as I drill, and that extra heat from a hot load that was deposited there earlier, kept warm by a bottom's internal oven. 

It's hard to describe.  It was only my second time ever fucking in a loaded hole that wasn't my own juice and both times it was the heat that I remembered most.  In actuality, it's probably not the temperature, but the unique textures that were dancing across my cock in addition to a slight heat.  But it's something really personal.

I've engaged in piss play and it's that same personal temperature that I found unique.  Maybe it's an american obsession with making drinks ice cold, but the moment a stream of piss hits my body, I jerk in the intensity of the heat of the liquid.  It's not something I expect.  And it's a warmth that is totally natural, born from the depths of his core, warmed there and delivered naturally to me.  A part of him is produced and when I've taken it from the tap, fills my core with his heat.

It's something similar with a loaded ass.  Whatever it is, something about cum makes me acutely aware that I'm inside someone.  Really inside someone.  And that load is a reminder of how beautiful the human machine is and what it produces.

The extra cum starts to froth around my cock and around his hole as I'm churning the cum inside him.  I honor his time and don't hold back.  I just fuck until I feel the need to lose my load boil up.  Then I plant it deep, collapsing on top of his back and reaching under to hug him tight.  Love feeling his fuzzy chest as my cock is trying to add as much juice to his hole as it could, twitching inside deep.

When we finally separated, we chatted for a bit.  I was still struck by how beautiful he was and told him so, but he played it off talking about how he's added a few pound that he'd like to shave off his body.  He was looking down on his body and rubbing his belly to call out the offending weight.  I didn't let him get away with that.  I stopped his hands, felt up his body the way I saw him, and pulled him close to a deep kiss that he broke with a smile.

We then chatted about his decorations, which were profuse.  I just didn't know where he store everything afterwards.  It wasn't cluttered at all, just profuse.  And I was struck by how such a hot guy was just so down to earth and nice.

It was that sentiment that was echoed in MindTrip's section on porn stars that made the connection for me.  His pics were familiar, but it was so out of context that I didn't put two and two together.  And then the blurb about him being such a sweet guy just flipped the switch for me.  Funny thing is, I went back to my porn collection and I have a few of his videos.  Funny how that goes.

I recently messaged him from adam4adam.  I fought the urge to let him know I recognize his work.  I just want to be a part of the next gang bang.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The inked up cub

Sometimes, you meet a guy that turns you on so much that you either get performance anxiety or you cum barely getting your cock up his ass.  His face was to the side, eyes closed, moaning, "Just pound it in me and let go."  He knew my dilemma.  It happened the last time.  I tried to distract myself by examining his ink work.  An elaborate tattoo that was etched all over his back, like vines crawling up a wall.  But as my eyes traced the patterns, I was distracted by the sight of my raw cock pushing into his ass.  Just a peak of the crown before I slammed it home and saw the force of my fuck ripple across his ass.  That was enough to bring attention to the velvet feel of his ass dancing across my cock.  And that pressure.  Like a plug fitting into a socket, the initial resistance before the socket gives way and sucks the plug into its depth and bottoms out.  Over and over until I couldn't hold back and planted my load deep inside his ass.

Our first encounter was about two years ago.  It was shortly after Halloween as I distinctly recall not being sure if the apartment was always decorated with skulls and dark artwork or if it was just decorations that haven't been cleaned up and needed to be stowed away.  We met on adam4adam and what drew me in was his kind eyes that stood out in contrast to his rough exterior.  A cub with ink snaking down his arms, giving a stoic, tough guy look with eyes that betrayed his true personality.  So I basically invited myself over and he was waiting for me on a mat in the living room with lube and a condoms to the side.  The sight was unexpected and hot as hell, but I just couldn't get hard enough.  Then the fact that I couldn't get hard totally fucked with my head and it was game over... until he told me to stick it in him raw, but to pull out before I came.  That got my juices going and I was hard as a rock.  But I barely got my cock in and I felt like I was going to shoot.  So I pulled out, stuck another condom on to try to deaden the sensation and plugged him up again.  But even then, I was ready to shoot after a few short strokes.  I couldn't help it.

I was a bit surprised that after so long, he'd still remember me.  I was even more surprised that he'd invite me back.

During my little two day spree, I had logged back onto adam4adam after being distracted by other sites and apps for hooking up.  I came across his profile again.  Some new pics, but still cute as hell.  He's classic cub.  Mid-thirties with a baby face, solid beefy build and some scruff.  For some reason, I expect him to be my height, but he's actually 6' tall.  Just something about him makes me think he's a kid...  With a lot of ink.  Enough to snake down his arm, peeking out of a sleeve to stir your curiosity.  That strange mix of tough and sweet.

Today, I had some time and hit him up.  He responded immediately.  And if there was any doubt to whether or not he remembered, he texted me, "Same scene?  I'll be in the bedroom this time."  Of course, maybe it's the scene he always does while hooking up on adam4adam, but there was some other things he said that made me think differently.  And I'm okay if I'm just telling myself a lie right there.

This time, when I got to his place, it was decked out in Christmas decorations.  I pushed open the door framed by giant candy canes to meet an obstacle course of playful artificial representations of winter, around the Christmas tree laden with fun to hit a wall of sweetness (ginger bread men cooling off on racks in the kitchen) and rounded another corner to meet a perfectly framed ass obscenely presented to me with lube lying nearby.  It was that discordant juxtaposition of the kid and the adult, the playful and the serious, the photo of his stoic face and joyful eyes, all of that resonating in physical form.  And as strange as it was, it totally made my dick hard.

Porn was playing on the TV, but I didn't pay much attention.  Instead, I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on the bed to land face first into his ass.  He's only the fourth guy I've ever rimmed, but damn he turns me on.  He was on his stomach, head buried into the pillow grasping a pillow to his chest.  His legs were spread apart in a way that made his ass turn up just a bit to present itself to me.  He pointed his dick down to give me the option of licking him from the tip of his cock to his shaft, over his balls, his taint and over his hole.  And that was what I did.

Any apprehension I had with my inexperience was quickly abandonned as he moaned appreciatively at my attentions.  Swirling my tongue around his hole...  Licking, sucking, and blowing on his pucker.  Pulling back to watch it wink at me, beckoning me over.  Tongue fucking so deep I was about to suffocate.  I was hungry for his hole and my cock was aching.  He was aching for it too.  Everytime I pulled back, his cock oozed precum.

I couldn't take it anymore.  Without a word, I hopped up onto his back and my cock glided over his hole from my secretions.  His ass made my mouth water and my cock drool, so nothing else was needed.  The lube was just lying there discarded to the side before it was even introduced.  I reached down and ran my hand under his chest and held him even closer to me as my body pressed him onto the mattress.  He was done being teased.  He wanted it.  With the next glide he shifted his ass and my cock was lined up with his hole.  I kept a steady pressure until I felt it give way and quickly hit bottom.

I definitely lasted longer than the first time.  Minutes ticked by when I fucked him hugging him close to my chest.  Then raw animalistic passion took over and I put all my weight onto my hands pressed into his lower back as I fucked him.  I pressed his head into the pillow when his moans got too load.  Clawed at his back.  Grabbed him by the top of his shoulder and in one thrust, pushed his shoulders down to get my as deep as I could.  His body shook at that point.  I went deep.  Real deep.  And I made my cock pulse for extra measure.  That was what brought me to the edge, the edge I tried to distract myself from by analyzing his tatoo.  He knew I was really close, because I had to pause every few strokes.

"Just pound me.  Let it go.  I don't care, just keep pounding me."

Such dirty words from a sweet looking face.

When I left, I checked my watch.  Even with the exteded rim job, undressing and dressing, I was only there for half an hour.  I was still rock hard after I shot, but he was getting sore.  I was pounding pretty hard.

Good grief.  30 mins.  I know I'm better than that, though. 

He said it takes him awhile to cum.  My aim next time is to outlast him.  I have a feeling I'll fail once again.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Old buddies and new (part four)

(The final part of the series...)

I only had four hours of sleep (maybe even less) before I had to go to work the next day.  I was antsy all day at work.  Couldn't focus at all.  But it wasn't because I was tired.  Instead, I knew I wanted more.  Two loads down the hatch and my own pasted all over a bud's face over the course of five hours and I still wanted more.

When I got home, I immediately jumped back onto adam4adam and a guy that had emailed me the night before messaged me again.  I've seen his profile before.  In fact, I think we even hooked up.  But he threw me for a loop when he said he was visiting from out of town.  I'm usually great at remembering all of the people I play with.  I might forget little details but I always remember what made the meeting great or not so great.  Then it hit me.  We hooked up two years ago when he was in town for work. It's rare, though, when I don't remember anything about the encounter.  Nothing good.  Nothing bad.

I knew I had to change that though.  I was going to make it something that I remembered.

I got to his room really quick.  Too quick for him to prop the door open and wait for me on all fours as I had asked.  Instead, he greeted me at the door with a sheepish look and immediately turned away.  But he didn't turn away fast enough for me to not recognize him.  He's a late thirties guy with trimmed goatee.  Smaller guy, about my height.  Great for me to manipulate and toss around a bit.  Despite the fact that he had on a white undershirt, I could tell he was relatively fit.  And I remembered him having a nice fuzzy chest with delicate hair that I liked to rake through to find a nipple to pinch.  Though he had a shirt on, he was naked from the waist down.

"Sorry about that.  You got here a lot quicker than I thought you would."  I didn't quite get the intruder seen that I asked for when we emailed earlier.

He made up for it by assuming the position on the bed and presenting me with a hot, smooth ass.  Like a true pig, his ass was already lubed and he had Magnums lying next to him.  Gotta love a bottom whore that loves big dick so much he doesn't buy condoms for himself but for the type of guy he wants to fuck him.

I didn't waste any time.  I stripped quickly and then used my hands to spread his legs far apart so that his ass would hinge shut and create a tight crevice for me to invade.  As it turned out, I didn't need to put that extra effort.  As I came up behind him, I quickly threw on a condom, spat on his hole to rehydrate the drying lube and jabbed in like a boxer dancing in a ring and surprising his opponent with an attack.  I jabbed and jabbed.  Each time I jabbed, I'd hit a wall as his ass clenched down to the foreign invader.  I wasn't doing it to loosen him up.  I was doing it to make him feel me and feel the animalistic hunger I had to dominate his hole.  I was going to have to break through his wall.  I grabbed his shirt and used it as reigns and with a roar, I shoved in deep and felt his resistance give away.  Fuck he was tight.  Much tighter than I thought a guy would be carrying around Magnums for his tops.  So tight that his hole had such a grip as to not allow any of the condom in.  Instead, my cock was straining against the latex and I felt like I popped through.  I was almost sure of it.  I could feel might cock gliding through the condom as if the condom was yet another sphincter.

It turned out not to be the case.  After hammer it into him, I got distracted by the sensation and pulled out to check.  It was still intact.  I ripped it off anyway and tossed it at his head, letting him know I took it off.  Before I could say a word, he backed up onto my fuck stick and took me balls deep again.  He wasn't as tight anymore.  Apparently, my rough fuck tore down his defenses.  Or maybe his need took over and sucked me inside him.  Either way, my raw cock was being milked a bit more gently now.  I took over and slammed it home over and over til I was at the tipping point and pulled out.

"No...  What's wrong?" he asked as he tried to back up onto my cock again.  But it was too late.  I sprayed my load all over his swollen hole.  Thick doodles across his ass and over his hole.

And there I was panting, trying to catch my breath.  My head was buzzing.  Did I accidentally stealth him?  I was pretty sure he saw and felt the condom I threw on him.  Either way, I could almost see his contented sigh as he felt my load on his ass.  In the meantime, I washed up to go home.

I finally felt drained.  And satisfied.  And later he messaged me to thank me and told me he'd look me up when he's back in town next month.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Old buddies and new (part three)

(The previous installment of this story is located here.)

With load two now in my belly, I went back on Adam4Adam and checked out my "friends" list to see if an old bottom buddy of mine was still online.  He was!  And surprisingly enough, he messaged me first.  Sure, I have no problem being the one to initiate things, but it kinda feels nice being the one that's chased for a change.

He's a beautiful kid.  Late twenties, about 5'5" but perfectly compact.  He's not ripped, but his proportions are just right for his size.  A constant five o'clock shadow that accentuates his strong jawline.  Intense eyes that I could lose myself for hours in and a pleasantly pliable personality.  A pup that's eager to please that's curiously at odds with some really strong and masculine physical features.

But it was taking awhile for him to pull the trigger and come over tonight, though.  Why?  He hasn't been much of a bottom lately.  I tried to lure him with the pretense of just oral, but he saw right through it.

His response?

"totally a possibility....but ur dick is gonna put me on my back"

And I knew that's how we'd end up even if I came over just for oral.  I've known this phenomenon back as a bottom.  Sometimes, you meet a guy that's just the perfect size and shape to hit your sweet spot and makes you cum hard.  I'm not huge by any stretch.  And I've seen and played with plenty of guys that were thicker or longer.  But I knew with him, me just pounding away will just naturally hit that spot of his so just touching his dick sets him off.  My cock just fits him like a perfect pair of well-worn jeans that just feels natural hugging the contours of your legs, thighs, waist, crotch...

But a part of me also wondered if he was hesitating because last time we fucked was the first time we did it raw.  So I asked him about it.  He denied it being the reason.  In fact, we had moved further onto the conversation and he brought the subject back up.

"are we on the bb thing again?"

Actually, no.  I wasn't even talking about that.  I read my last message.  I wasn't even sure how barebacking fit into my last reply.  Chatted some more and then finally:

"okay, come on over and i'll let you bb me.  and i'll try to hold off.  i love it when you cum"

Not sure how that follows my question of "you still have those neighbors in the duplex?" but hell if I'm going to turn down an invitation after getting blue balls from my last two encounters.  He just needed an hour to clean up.

So an hour later and I'm at his door knocking with nobody answering.  Fuck!  Was he pulling my chain?  Did he chicken out? 

I went back into the car when I saw the shadow of a guy stumbling past my door.  He bumped into the wall and he stumbled around the corner.  I followed suit and sure enough, he was nowhere to be seen.  He must have been my bud and went inside.

I knocked and he answered the door with a huge grin.  "Heyyyy!" he said, rocking a bit just standing upright.  Damn he was wasted.  He couldn't have been nearly as drunk as that when he was messaging me from adam4adam.  One thing's for sure, he's not gonna tense up much when I enter his fuckhole.  And better yet, I'm pretty sure he's going to last awhile while I'm fucking him.

I practically dragged him upstairs to his room where he turned on the fan to drown out the noise a bit.  Then I ripped the clothes off him before I tossed him onto the bed like a rag doll.  I was so horned up, I really couldn't control myself.  I practically choked him as I facefucked him.  His face was a mess from the saliva I was pulling out of him, violating his throat.  I didn't even need any lube at that point to fuck him, but I slapped some onto his ass just so my fingers could explore a bit and see how tight he was.  With that, I hoisted a leg over my shoulder while I pushed the other off to his side and slid into him with a persistent slow shove.  He let out a loud moan, one that was uncharacteristic of him in terms of volume as he was drunk, but one that was very familiar as one that is scaled back always escapes his lips when I hit his happy spot.  His face twisted into a grimace, which when I first encountered it a couple years back I mistook for pain.  Back then, he whispered, "No, don't stop.  Keep going."  I didn't need to be told that this time around.  I just jabbed at the spot I knew he loved and his dick was pulsing every time it hit it's mark.  I kept at it for awhile, changing up the tempo or the angle just slightly to keep it fresh until the feeling of his tight hole gripping my raw shaft was just too much for me to handle.

"You want this, don't you?" I asked, right at the brink.

"Yes, yes!  But..." There was a short pause that felt like an eternity for a guy that's about to cum.  "Cum on my face..."

I knew he wanted my load buried deep inside him, but he just wasn't ready to say it, even with that much liquor in him.  But the thought of his pretty face plastered with cum and ass juice also turned me on.  So I did as he asked.  I came.  Hard.  Six spurts of cum flying into his hair and across his face before my I smacked his face with my cock to hear the wet thud of lube, cum, and ass fill the room.  His tongue involuntarily darted out and lapped at it before he realized what he was doing and reached for a towel.

Damn, he looked like a hot little pig with his face plastered like that.  I would have loved to stick it back in and tried to fuck a load out of him, but I knew that'd be a mistake.  Part of the thrill with him is the feeling of being used.  But after he wiped his face, I couldn't help it but collapse next to him and pull him into my arms as I wound down a bit.  I got up after a bit and lazily put on my clothes as we caught up a little with some idle bullshit about the beach. 

I finally lost my load.  So I walked back to my car a bit relieved. But in the back of my head, I knew I'd still want more.

(Final part to come in a couple of days)

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Old buddies and new (part two)

So with a load in my belly and a still fully loaded nutsack, I wanted more.

I went to adam4adam for the first time in ages.  Surprisingly, not much has changed.  A lot of the same folks, with some new ones added in.  A lot of times, I don't end up meeting a guy from a4a because we both can't host.  This one guy that I've always been interested in was one of those guys.  But I can't tell if the hosting dilemma was really the reason why or if I'm afraid I already know him to a certain extent.

He's a closeted guy that lives under a mile away from me.  The odd thing, for being a supposed closet-case, is that he has full, clear face pics on his profile.  And it's that picture and the things he says in his profile that makes me think there might only be a couple of degrees of separation between us.  Yeah, I know Los Angeles is pretty big, but I've run into so many acquantainces randomly at different places that I know it ain't that big.  It's a city of niches.  Once you find a community you feel like you belong to, it's almost the same as any small town with everyone knowing everyone and gossip flying about.  So, judging from his profile, we both hang out with the 30-something beer-guzzling beach bum crowd.

But his pic also makes me want to bed him bad.  'Cause I kinda know what kind of guy he's going to be:  laid back, quirky, typical "chill" californian.

Second problem: he's only looking for a suck/hand job.

Okay.  Let's face it.  That realy wasn't a problem.  My other bud already turned the switched for me so I was in the mood to suck some cock.  But still.  After having the taste of cum in my mouth, a surge of energy goes through me.  I get high on the fact that I had control over another guy and made him cum.  And that makes me want to fuck the hell out of a guy to lose my own load.

So that was the actual problem.  I wanted to finally get this guy's nut down my throat, but I also wanted to fuck as well.  It was just at that instant when I noticed an old tried-and-true fuck bud log onto the site.  So I hit them both up!  Since the other guy was closer, it'll work out.  Quick blow and go with a new bud and then a final release into my old fuck bud.

Ben, the closet-case, was on his way in just a few minutes after I arranged it all.

"Fuck, it's cold out there," he said when I opened the door.

"Then get your ass in here."

Little chuckle. "And I'm just down the street too.  Wasn't out there that long!  So, which one is the nosy neighbor?"

I had told him to take this weird route to get to my front door.  I basically got nailed (not in a good way) by my neighbor for having a hook up swing by.  It's a topic of a blog that's been in draft for a month now.

"God....  It's that one," I said while swinging my thumb towards the direction of my next door neighbor.

And there it went.  That easy banter from that beach bum circle.  A totally different easy from my "stroke bud", James, of the previous hour.  That came from just knowing each other for over a decade.  This was different.  An acknowledgement that we're strangers but a tone of familiarity and comaraderie.  Even the friendly touch of him through my clothes.  A friendly arm draped across my shoulder, light hand on my chest.  And then he attacked me and started to pull on my clothes.  In a rush, we ripped our clothes off, only pausing long enough for me to stare at his chest and say, "Damn."  Perfect frame.  Broad shoulders, defined pecs, a bit of a tummy, but all nicely displayed with dark and trimmed fur.

"Yeah," he said, running his hand across his chest playing with his body hair. "I grew it all myself."

Ha! "You did a good job.  Nice work!"


Back to the groping and he was fascinated by my hard cock, which was already dripping with precum from the last session.  But I wasn't sure I could handle another long session without losing my old fuck buddy bottom and not getting blue balls.

So I pushed him back into the couch and dove in.

Ben's musk was distinctly different than stroke bud James.  It was sharp.  It wasn't overwhelming, but it was sharp and reminded me of the first guy that ever fucked me.  Whereas James was sweet yet dark smelling, Ben was sharp and almost metallic.  I took a deep whiff in and I could taste it at the back of my throat.  Fuck, the memories it brought rushing through my head.

"Since I'm down here, you mind if..?" I asked.  We had said we'd start off stroking and see where it goes from there.

"Yeah, go for it."

I swallowed his cock.

There's nothing better than feeling a guy's cock swell inside your throat.  He wasn't vocal.  Didn't give me much direction.  But just feeling it swell and pulse was enough to let me know I was on the right track.  It had a strong curve up, so I got off my knees and laid down perpendicular to him with my head in his lap.  At that angle, I was able to twist my head a bit so that the curve of his cock glided across the natural curve of my tongue straight to my throat.  And he loved it.  It pulsed again and blocked all air passage making me choke.  But I kept on it.  This angle also let him play with my cock, which made him swell even more.

I couldn't keep it up though.  My eyes were starting to water with me choking myself on his log and suffocating me on every downstroke.  Back to my knees and I was sucking hard.

"Can I cum down your throat?"

I didn't answer.  I couldn't.  My throat was filled.  I just gurggled. 

With that, he held my head down and shot his load straight down my throat.

Fuck that was hot.  And it made me horny as hell.  I practically kicked him out and shoved him out the door to see if my bottom bud was still online for a drilling...

(Part three to come...  and that isn't the last part either)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Old buddies and new (part one)

I had a rare evening free, so naturally I went to all my old hookup site haunts and got my fill of dick and ass.

First off, I tried Craigslist.  I still browse craigslist but don't take any of the ads really seriously.  The majority of them feature jocks for a quick hookup, which would be great if the pics didn't all feature abs as ripped as the porn sites they were stolen from.  But it's still good porn and I like making little stories in my head about the people that place them and what they end up doing, which probably isn't half as exciting as the truth.  And then you get the rare ones.  The ones that you can tell come from real people that aren't just there to get off on the excitement of possibilities, of trading pics and getting off on lust and desire, but are there to actually commit to hooking up.  I spotted one and was pretty confident that I knew who it was, prompting me to respond and confirm my suspicions.

He's a pretty stunning, tall guy with an easy laugh and addiction to playing with his willy.  He tries to disguise his stats, varying his age a bit and his true height, but the ad has some key words that immediately clue me in.  First of all, he only asks for a "stroke buddy", never hosts, and throws around the diction of a guy also cheating and really wanting nothing but some no-strings fun.  I can't tell if he's trying to change his ad a little to keep it fresh, throw his partner off his scent, or keep some stalkers at bay.  He's changed his email address a number of times over the course of the decade that I've known him, but I'm not quite sure why.  But the fact that he tries to make himself a little more average and less distinct than his 6'5"dimensions lead me to believe it's the latter two possibilities, him trying to disguise his hunt for a buddy from his partner.  And since I don't want to be the stalker guy he's trying to shake, I don't ever use the cell number I have or the latest email address I have from him.  Instead, I just respond to his ads when I'm available.

He came over and he made me remember why I love hooking up with old fuck buddies.  Kudos to the Promiscuous Top for being honest about the excitement of a new guy and wanting to spread his seed around to as many new fucks as possible.  I definitely can relate.  But there's also something to be said about meeting up with an old bud, knowing how to push all the buttons, and getting off on pushing the envelope just a little more.  The beginning chitchat wasn't awkward, it really was just an attempt to catch up on the half a year/year since we last met.  And when we got to the couch, it was like two magnets that placed a little far apart but just close enough to snap together from their own attraction.  Tender kisses alternating with passionate tonguing.  My face exploring his every crevice and his fuzz scratching at my cheek while it danced across his chest to take in a nipple in between my lips.  His cock flaring out underneath his black trunks when my breath reached through the material to add to the heat between us.  And the quick intake of breath when I chewed at it a little through the material.  We spent two hours just rolling around, making out, and grinding into each other before we started to try to get off.  My brain clicked onto service mode and got off on the sighs of pleasure that escaped his lips while my own mouth licked every part of his body.  He especially liked it when I played with his balls and the sensitive area where his balls met the inner thigh while he was sitting back on my couch and I was kneeling before him.

Then I took in his hole shaft in one swoop.

He nearly screamed as I did this, us building up to this moment.  I slobbered over his knob til my drool was escaping and running down his balls.  His hand involuntarily reached out to my head, wanting to push it all the way down to shoot when I pulled back.  He was close.  I brought him to the edge but then pulled away.  So his hand instead landed on his cock and he gave it a squeeze, trying to recreate the warmth and friction of my tongue and throat, before I slapped his hand away got up from my knees and ground my cock into his ass while planting a deep kiss on his lips.  When his breath settled down a bit, I swooped back down to bring him to the edge again.  Over and over this happened until at one break, I was lapping up my own drool that was running down his balls.  Some if it dripped lower, which I used to press my finger against his taint and finally tease his hole.  He responded favorably, even scooting down further on the couch to give me more access. I took charge and lifted his thighs so his legs were in the air exposing his hole.  I surprised even myself when I dove in and licked his hole, hungrily lapping at it and chewing on the light fuzz of his crevice.  Smelled his musk, lapped at his old sweat, and that foreign taste that suddenly made my head buzz and my cock turn rigid.  He couldn't help but start to stroke again, but I wouldn't have him lose his load by his own hand.  I wanted to control it.  So I took over jerking his cock while I lapped at his hole and he shot high above his chest. Seven volleys of hot cum sprayed across his lightly furry chest.  I attacked him.  Slurped up all that cum all over his chest before taking his cock in my mouth again to drain him of his last drops while he shuddered and buckled from sensitivitiy.

I swallowed, but knew I still had him on my lips.  So I kissed him and made him taste his own spunk.  Pulling back, he grinned.  It's been over a decade since we first met.  We settled into our bodies a little and he's starting to grey a bit, especially at the temples, but he's still as adorable as ever.  We started off as pure stroke buddies, evolved to making out, then just recently to me sucking him off every now and then.  I grinned back at him.  With that, I sent him back to his partner.

But I, on the other hand, was still hungry.  (Part 2 to come out shortly)

Saturday, December 1, 2012

The ex-cop

"Magnums?  Really?  Now that's some confidence," he said as I tore open the package.  I only half smiled at his comment.  He was on his back with his legs spread on either side of me.  One was bent and angled at the moment, but he started to straighten it out, starting to tense up knowing what was going to come up next.

"How big are you anyway?"

I knew what he was doing.  Looks like I was going to have to shut him up and call him out on it.

"It's doesn't really matter," I said.  "You'll feel how big it is in a second so quit trying to stall.  You know you want it.  Deep down, you fucking love getting dick up your ass."

His smile faltered for a bit.  His cocky, tough-guy bravado dropped for a second.  A facade he puts up to protect himself, something he learned early on when he was a cop.  Showing any kind of weakness will get you in trouble, so you put on an air of authority.  But I knew what he really wanted was to let go and just passively enjoy the ride.  At this point, we had already tumbled around in bed for over half an hour.  His macho posturing had only made me more passionate in my kissing as I pulled and hugged him hard.  He even noted how, although we were the same height, he outweighed me by a considerable amount of muscle and could easily throw me off him.  But he doesn't.  Even as he said it, I could feel his body relax a little and give in to the attentions and relish in not having to take charge.

But then he recovered.

And now we're here with my cock in my hands spreading a liberal amount of lube up and down the covered shaft.

"You're the first Asian guy I've been with that uses Magnums."

God, we're back to this again.

I answered by throwing one leg over my shoulder, aiming it has his hole, and pressing in.  And I knew that shut him up as he sighed.

He was tight.  Really tight.  Tight enough for him to hurt me as much as I was gonna hurt him with my rock rigid meat.  But as I stared down at him, I leaned in a little harder with one hand on his chest and threw my weight against it so that he can feel all of me pushing into him.  And his hole relented.  I could feel his ass flower open enough for me to inch in, slowly, in what seemed like hours before I was halfway through and past his defenses and his hole gave in.

I stayed for a sec.  Balls deep.  Just letting him get used to it.

His heart was pounding against the hand I had on his chest, so I eased the weight off of it.  If I had any doubts whether it was to much, it was immediately erased when he raised his legs in the air and used them to wrap around me a bit and pull me in deeper.

I fell forward and gave him a deep kiss as I long dicked him.  Slowly in and slowly out so that he could feel all of me.  When he started to feel more loose, I explored every position and tempo to see what would get him going.  He was rock hard throughout.  Jack hammering with me holding his ankles up high towards his ears.  Long thrusts with my hands on his waist pulling him into me.  Short deep thrusts, pulling his ass apart to get even deeper.  Tossed him on his stomach, driving my body onto my palms placed on his lover back and driving in hard enough to hear the slap of my balls ringing in my ear. Then on all fours and power fucking his ass doggie-style until he whispered out of breath, "Fuck, no, no.  Stop.  I think I'm making a mess."

I knew I went in really deep.

I tossed the dirty condom away and knew that he'd had enough.  There were a lot of things in his head he was wrestling with.

I lied back on his bed, flat on my back, while he was propped on one shoulder looking at me, looking really sheepish.  Haltering words and idle chat as I pulled him into me, giving him permission to snuggle up next to me.  Slight resistance, but he relented when I pulled his head onto my chest and he then naturally curled up half on top of me like a kid.

And we just laid there in silence for a bit.  My hand tracing a path up and down his back over the rippling hills of his strong muscles lining his broad shoulders, pushing through the sweat that has started to cool.  I'm a little surprised at how much he was sweating on this cool autumn day when I was doing most of the work positioning him around taking his weight in most instances so he could focus on the sensations.  I let him lie there, his stubble scratching me as my chest raised and fell, and let his ear cup against my chest to have him hear my rapid heart rate gradually slow down until it was back in tune with my breaths.

"I had some wine before you came, you know.  Drank a bunch of it down to calm myself down."

"I know.  I could taste it."

That was the best thing I could come up with to acknowledge what he was feeling.