Saturday, June 13, 2015

Vegas by way of Ohio

I really, really need to get my ass over to Ohio someday.  Never been, but every guy I've met that has made me want to spooge just touching them hails from Ohio.  And I know of at least two bloggers that still live there that have the same effect on me in that virtual way of touching over digital delays across the wire, so there's apparently a never-ending source of hot.  I've merely sampled the tributaries that have webbed out from that wide lake of perfection, just the thin capillaries of a magnificent beating heart.

He's now a Vegas local now, having been tossed around the country through the military and finally ending up making a home in the desert.  And he's intensified the sexy quota of every place he's landed, I'm sure.  Dimpled smile.  Tall otter type with a nice natural dusting of fuzz all over his front.  Cute, bright smile.  And a complete perv underneath that coy innocence.

What's most memorable is the flirtations that preceded our meet.  The standard process on the apps feels like a job hunt.  You throw your feelers out there and some nibble, there's a screening process that get more and more detailed and then you seal the deal.  All pretty routine and almost robotic.  In fact, there are bots out there that have kinda nailed the conversation trail down to the point where instead of sealing the deal they lead you into a scam of some sort.  This guy's different.  It was tentative bursts of enlightenment, wipers that widened your understanding with each pass.  Forward, retreat.  The move forward is an offering of information.  The retreat was from a touch of insecurities.  Straight forward plain statements of desire and subtle expressions of needs as he retreated.  It wasn't a game.  He wasn't blowing me off or anything, just wrestling with what he wanted to tell me and by doing so told me even more things.

He blurted out his serostatus at one point out of the blue before retreating and I pulled him back with open honesty, actions and words to lay myself as vulnerable.  He tried playing tour guide for awhile, suggesting fun places to go on a Friday night.  Something led to a comfortable exchange of ideas and thoughts, past and present.  By the next morning, there was mutual understanding.  Flirtatious witticisms leading to perv talk.  I talked about the guy I had fucked last night, he told me of the couple that spit roasted him in the bathroom stall at the club that same night.  And then just as friendly and casually, we met.  And true to my experience to all former Ohio natives, I shot my wad inside him within the first fifteen minutes of heavy petting, making out and fucking.  Luckily I stay hard sometimes when I cum that quick and we kept on rolling around for the next hour with the same forward exploration alternating with retreat as we had over the app, rolling tides of familiarity, until it was time to disengage and check out of my room.

And on the plane ride home, I snoozed thinking two things: that I just fucked a boy that I felt I could truly see...  and that I really need to find a way to make myself over to Ohio!

6 comments:

FelchingPisser said...

It's something in the water of the Great Lakes....

Bruce Chang said...

Bottle it and I'll be the first in line!

BikeGuy said...

ahhh, those Ohio boys. we. are. good.

Bruce Chang said...

I'm afraid of finding out how much so. In a good way. :-)

BikeGuy said...

you're afraid? Pfffffft. fucking liar. : )

Bruce Chang said...

Well, I don't want my dick to fall off... And I have a feeling I may be in danger of that in Ohio...