Orgy fail

So I'm no stranger to group play, but it's also not something I indulge in often. And when I do, I usually end up partnering up with one guy for the majority of the time with fluffers in between and taking voyeuristic delight in seeing my boy being played with by someone else (I learned to share in Kindergarten). So when I got a message inviting me to a play party near my parents' house on an evening that just happened to land on a night that I was going to be the same area anyway to visit family, I thought, "Why not?" As it later turned out, maybe it wasn't a night that was destined to align as perfectly as I thought it would.

Oh, sure, I got there and was probably there a little early. I even played with a couple of guys that were wonderful kissers that made me weak-kneed. And I ended up playing with a guy that was achingly beautiful. Where the lines of my body had softened having not seen a gym in well-over a year, his was remarkably carved from solid stone yet amazingly pliable in my hands as I maneuvered him in several positions, in several rooms with several people watching.

At one point, we took a break and this hot and equally ripped guy came up and started to play with him. But he reeked of chemicals. The same smell and foul breath that I experienced twice before with guys that were parTying with a capital T. It was a bit much for me and left them at it only to find my newfound buddy later coming out of the bathroom having washed off the slime of the partying guy's saliva off his neck. Apparently, it was a bit much for him too.

But here's where the hypocrisy flies in full glory. I'm sure there are guys that can handle it and there are others that can't. And from what I hear, some drugs pull more people into one of those two categories more than others. But my limited experience with guys that were obviously partying kinda made me shy away from them. At the same time, I had taken some Viagra earlier in the night. I wanted to have a fun night and I've found that the pill helps shorten my refractory period. But, after reading Uptown King's blurb, I now realize I was playing a dangerous game as I drank a beer shortly after arriving. The result?  I had the hottest guy at the party begging for me to fuck him and I just couldn't physically do it. Total wet noodle. I couldn't get fully hard. God, that made me ache.

I don't believe in "The One".  At the same time, I don't dismiss the fact that it's really rare when two people match in compatibility on any level. I'm not saying there was much more than the physical with this guy at the orgy, but he was begging me to make it happen as much as I was begging him to play with me. I'm not saying I give mercy fucks and just fuck about anything with no standards, but I'm saying it's rare when it's completely obvious that two guys want each other as badly as the other... that's intensity is really rare. And I kinda fucked it up. Whoops!

He and I still played the whole night, groping and fondling and generally making each other feel good while making out. I made sure not to monopolize his time, but we still ended up coming back to each other and over and over to play. It wasn't that bad of a night. Sometimes it's fun to just play without full penetrative sex. But it sucks when you really want it though. Ha!

Birthday fuck

He's well over a decade younger than me but chatted like he was a pro.  Dirty texts.  Dirty, dirty texts.  Wanting me to fill him up with my cum, pass him around, use and abuse him.  And he was well versed in the lingo.  Sexually adventurous.  Precocious.  I honestly didn't want to mess around with him.  Not because he wasn't attractive.  He's a cub with a full beard and  I'm a sucker for beefy young guys with facial hair.  But I just remember the last time I was with a younger guy, he talked about wanting no strings fun, but what he really wanted was a boyfriend.  And I just didn't want to do that to a guy that might be just coming out with a bunch of things running around his head.  A guy like that doesn't need me to add to the chaos!  But he was certain about what he wanted.  A fuck.  That's it.  Nothing more.  And I think he was heavily chasing me for two months because he's always wanted to try an Asian top.  Felt kinda dirty and like I was being used but honestly, I don't mind being a checkbox on a bucket list.

So there I was in his room, making out with him and working myself lower to his nips while simultaneously grinding against his back door, trying to see if he wanted it bad enough for a spit fuck.  He was tight as hell.  I was hard as a rock, but I knew that I'd hurt him if I went in too quick.  So I spent a little bit of time with his nips.  Nipping, twirling, flicking with my mouth and tongue.  And then I felt his cock get harder.  His cock pulsed with every move I made on his nips.  So I raised it up a notch and started to nibble.  Hard.  Harder.  He was squirming under me and his hands were on my shoulders just about to push me off.  But again.  The pulse.  His cock pulsing with every bite...  pulsing harder with every chomp.

I thought that would loosen him up.  His cock sure loved it.  His ass was impenetrable though.

I lubed up.  Raised his legs high and aimed.

"It's been awhile," he said.

"Yeah?  How long is awhile?"

"Two years."

That surprised me.  I filed that away for the moment though as I inched my way up his hole.  When I felt him exhale and flower open, I rushed in with the last three or four inches.  God he was warm.  And moist.  Made my cock sing and want to shoot right then.  But I gave him a slow steady fuck, building up rhythm until he started to reach for his cock.  He was jerking it for only a minute or two as we worked ourselves into a frenzy and he barely got the words out before he shot a massive load.

"I...  Cu-um..."

Fuck.  I lost it though.  Not in the good way.  I was on the brink but he forced me out.  I knew it was gonna be tough for him to continue after he had just came, but I roughly planted myself back in and in slow deliberate strokes, fucked until I lost my load deep inside him.

Afterwards, I flopped on the bed next to him while he just chuckled like a crazy person.  He loved it.  It was nice.  One of those fucks where you didn't have to say much.  You were just in sync from the get go.

As a matter of fact...

"You're a lot quieter than I thought you'd be," I told him.  "Just from our texts, it just seemed like you'd be a bit more... chatty."

"Yeah, I'm a quiet person..."

"And two years, you say?  How old are you?"

"20.  Actually, tomorrow is my birthday.  This is sorta my birthday treat."  With that, another chuckle.

And it clicked.  Once again, I was duped by a younger kid.  The first one was looking for boyfriend material.  This one?  Definitely just wanted sex, but all that slutty talk was just bravado for a guy that didn't really have as much experience as he advertised.

I gave him a long hug and wished him a happy birthday before I left.

Cockblocked from across the ocean

So I somehow managed to be cockblocked by a guy that was halfway around the world!

He (not the cockblocker, but the guy I was into) was in a hotel by the airport.  He flew over from the UK and posted an ad on craigslist immediately upon arrival. I answered his ad looking for a stroke buddy since I was kinda horned up and wanted a quick release after work. He answered the door in the hotel robe, a handsome kid about a decade younger than me with fine, light brown hair swooped across his forehead. If he were older, I'd think it was a bad combover but instead, it just looked as endearingly awkward like a fidgety penguin. Pale, translucent skin with matching blue eyes that made me drown in depth from it's clarity, like falling into the ocean as you peer through the clear waters to the ocean floor. Just an inch shorter than me, but enough to make me want to immediately swoop him into my arms and coddle him... before I manipulate him into compromising positions.

He just stood there though... fidgety, like a gal on her first date.

"Come on in." And a short, pregnant pause that labored for a long millisecond. "So, how do we do this?"

I answered with a little kiss. Short, but intimate. Deep.

And we broke with a smile. I could tell he didn't hook up often. To put him at ease, I casually laid out the usual friendly banter of two people trying to pass the time. Polite inquiries that open up opportunities to connect, threads that dangle and sometime weave together in common interests. His guard soon dropped and he warmly let me in before I started to undress and flopped over the bed as if I were the weary traveler instead of he.

The next few minutes were a crescendo of heat, from a light stroke of the hand across his chest to limbs flying in all directions and landing in unintended positions in the bed, neatly pressed hotel sheets twisted and strained from two men attacking each other with need. From soft, tentative kisses to firm and assertive silent direction. From seeking to fully found.

The climax was abrupt and without orgasm. Instead, a distant gaze inverted upon himself that went for miles back to the UK. And his rapidly dying erection, a reflection of his waning attention, that I fought hard to resurrect indirectly.  But I was playing a losing game of memory where each card I turned over didn't match. The cards I played where his body responded before, it didn't now. Pleasure spots I previously found were masoned over with an impenetrable wall and I felt woefully incongruent.

He wasn't running to a trip of decadence and debauchery in LA, but instead running from a convoluted mess of international emotional entanglement, complete with live-in exes and budding long distance relationships that all fell on the floor like a big pot of spaghetti. With bolognese sauce. And meatballs. And sausage. And the splash scalding his legs.

We parted after a chat in which I stroked his back with his head on my chest listening to my breathing, waves he rode to recall home.  And I, myself, made my way home shortly after to beat off and stare the resulting thick load as it started to run thin and find paths down the sides of my stomach, hoping that the little distance and the little experience gave him a little more clarity.

Just for a second, though. My own head soon cleared and I was off and running for dinner. 'Cause like I said, woefully incongruent.