So, I just ended a little spree of sudden activity while on a business trip. Four guys and almost a fifth in the span of about 30 hours. And it's left me with a couple of interesting epiphanies:
1. Ironically, nothing makes me wanna pummel an ass hard, fast, and mean like being completely wiped and stressed out
2. Also ironic: if you're looking for a top, just advertise yourself as a top looking for ass to fuck no strings attached. The bottoms barely respond but all the other tops flock your way.
3. I didn't make out with most of them even though I wanted to and I wish they were all into it, despite having mixed results on chemistry
I had spent over 9 hours at airports and in the air due to weather delays when I finally got into my final destination. I napped for two hours before waking up in the wee hours of the morning to push out a marketing campaign that had to be done in the off hours. Went back to bed and got woken up two hours later by noisy neighbors, so just ended up finishing up work. After all that, I was tired as hell. And a little incoherent, I'm sure. I was thinking in full sentences but I'm sure the sounds that came out of my mouth were the unintelligible "wah-wahs" of the adults in a peanuts cartoon. I was so tired, I would have paid a thousand dollars for someone to piss for me. I was just so wiped I couldn't get up and couldn't be bothered with the chore of emptying my bladder. I mean, typing on a keyboard felt like I was pounding fists into a cold marble slab.
And despite all that, I wanted nothing more than to pummel my meat into a boy and fuck the living shit out of him.
Bad. Really bad. So bad I gave my morning work appointment the finger and placed an ad on craigslist looking for a guy en route to my work stuff later in the day. A few guys responded but one was refreshingly direct. He actually read the ad and gave me all that I asked for: a pic, the location of his place, and what he wanted to do. Unfortunately, all he wanted to do was give head while playing straight porn but he was geographically convenient and his reading comprehension was off the charts for a craigslister so I said fuck it. What the hell. Why not? I asked him to have a gang bang video playing. If it's a straight video, might as well have as many cocks in the frame as possible. Plus, something really hot about cocks invading all three holes relentlessly (I may have lost some of you on that - c'mon, vaginas and tits aren't all that bad).
And the guy turned out to be totally hot. Even hotter than his pic. A stocky older dude with salt and pepper closely cropped hair on top of a thick frame, broad shoulders capped nicely with round solid muscle, deltoids that accentuated the thick muscles in his neck and made his lats even more pronounced. And fuzz all over his body that made me want to wear his hyde like a coat.
And I think he was married. He wore a ring, alluded to the fact that he couldn't play in the evenings and his place was decorated with fits of feminine touches... and a pile or two here of stuffed kiddie toys. But he sure sucked cock well! He took direction well, letting guide his pace, making him pay attention to certain spots for a few moments. And he was hard as a rock throughout. I didn't want him to cum. His hand kept reaching for it and I batted it away. I held onto it instead. Not stroking, just held onto it. I'd give it a squeeze every now and then, which interrupted his momentum as a wave of pleasure washed over him. And when I was close, I started to stroke. He tried to take over the stroking. Or to stop me. I don't know which. But at my first squirt, I felt him start to cum at the same time and I shoved my cock deep down and had him swallow.
He said it was "intense" and apologized for choking a lot. I agreed on the intensity... and let him know that the intensity kinda came from the choking... and how he dove right back in for more. Ha!
Fast forward about 5 hours and I'm at an airport hotel and chatting up some guys. I had reposted my craigslist ad (hey, why not? it seemed to work well the first time) and one guy was just a couple blocks over. An Asian guy. Stocky. And he was really chatty and interested until I sent him my face pic. That was a bad sign. So I had moved on when he suddenly begged me to come over and play. We ended up awkwardly caressing each other as he was clearly not into me (moved away when I went in for a kiss) but he had wired nips that made his body shudder and grab my cock and place it just so. A little spit job and more nipple play had my cock fully in his ass and him ooo-ing over how I stretched him out and hit his spot.
But he was soft. And was trying to wank the shriveled up little thing. Kinda sad. So after a good 20 minutes of varying positions and me whetting my appetite for feeling the ridges of my cock dance along a nice, wet and silky hole, I faked an orgasm (I know... sad) and went on my merry little way. I'll save my load for the next guy...
Which turned out to be a stunningly handsome guy that's only bottomed twice before (and he was counting half-hearted attempts where "just the tip" really meant just the tip) and a fat uncut cock that probably topped eight thick inches. He felt incredibly tall at 6'4". In fact, I think my greeting to him when I opened the door was, "Fuck, you're tall." And hot as hell. A former collegiate volleyball player now in his 40s but still sporting an athletic body despite the deprecating pat of his non-existing belly when I complimented him. I don't think he was going to come over either as he also balked after I sent my face pic (I must really have an unattractive face!) but then replied instantly after I wrote him off and told him I was just going to go to the hotel's heated pool and relax. On hindsight, it probably wasn't the face pic that made him pause but the fact that I was pretty direct about wanting to fuck and him not sure if he was up for it. He noted how he usually just started with a massage and then went with the flow. Just some time relaxing in warm water was probably a better warm up.
And it was. A warm up to a mutual massage. Which was then a warm up to me fucking the cum out of him. While he was rather rough and fast with the massage, I eased into it. Long strokes up and down his back. Straddling him, never losing contact of skin on skin even when I was grabbing more lotion. And then when I felt his body relax, I awkwardly mounted him, trying to both make him feel the heat of my hands on his back and find the spot to ease myself in. I forgot that 5'8" and 6'4" just kinda doesn't align perfectly so adjustments had to be made. When I knew he was loose enough, I flipped him over to his back and I saw that he was fully hard. And I knew I had him. Reinserted and I swear his hard cock swelled even more as he let out a "Whoa". And I finally got to fuck the shit of him like I wanted so bad for the whole day. I gripped his cock and within a few minutes he was shooting all over himself. Letting the final waves of his orgasm play out, I just stopped and held still, feeling his whole body contract and bear down on my cock and just let myself go. I felt a huge load pulsing into him. I'm not sure if he did. He was still wrapped up in his high.
It was still odd though. I mean, I wanted more. His way of warming up to a guy was really casual and touch was enough to get the races started. Me? I was yearning for the taste of soft, wet lips brushing up against mine and the taste of another man's taste. He turned away when I went in for a kiss and that was severely disappointing. So much so that I eagerly sought out a playmate in the morning on Grindr but was thwarted by a guy that suddenly had a girlfriend wake up right when we were about to seal the deal, a guy that was geographically inconvenient but willing, and a bottom whose profile was screaming for a hard cock, any hard cock that just flat out said "No thanks" when I hit him up. Hm... Maybe I should just hit up the other tops. Seems like I have better luck with them. Even the Asian guy was a versatile top who "doesn't do that often"... But maybe that's the new code for "I'm not a slut" or "I'm masculine" or (worse) "I'm 'clean'" the way DL and bi used to be not too long ago.
Oh, by the way, later that day I finally got to fuck a guy, lips locked, until he shot his load all over his furry body. And he too was "bi" and "didn't bottom often." God, he was gloriously fuzzy. Front and back. Cute little otter with a beard that didn't quite match the softness of his face in some way. But he shot before I had a chance to cum. First a hot guy that I was aching to kiss but managed to cum basically the same time (actually, I came at the same time with the first guy as well) and now a guy that kissed and and kissed well that I just couldn't seem to get my cum into let alone at the same time he shot. Can't win it all!