Snapshot: Downhill

It was all rolling downhill.  He had a great pic on Grindr.  He showed some pics of a gloriously hairy dude.  And when I saw him in person, it was definitely him but just a little less glamorous.  I loved his fuzziness but his heavy body just seemed to kinda hang on him a bit in an awkward way.  Then we started kissing.  Oiy!  His lips were pursed tightly and his head pecked at me like a chicken, making sucking noises.  I was grandma and his mommy told him to kiss me apparently.

He suited my cock up, but I wasn't really feeling it.  The kissing thing just didn't work for me.  I was slapping his ass with a wet noodle.  I tossed the condom off and before I could make an exit, he was begging for me to fuck him raw.  Hate to admit it, but that changed things.  Why the reluctance to admit this?  Well, I usually take pride in the fact that when I'm with a guy, it's about the connection between us, not some fetish.  Not to say that I don't get into water sports or bondage or whatever, but it's more that the attraction and the connection between us that is the main driver.  We may be like minded pigs and have wild raunchy sex or maybe it's nice and sweet...  even boring.  But it's the connection that drives that, it's a physical expression of some natural raw attraction that you just can't contain.  The what and how is secondary.  We're fucking.  Not my race, my ethnicity, my cum, my piss, my whatever.  So when he wanted to fuck raw and that changed my mind, I paused.  Seems kinda against what I'm usually like, but I rationalized that I was merely drunk on sexual power that a guy changed his mind so quickly about going raw.  I'm not sure that's accurate or that it's even somehow better than my other objections, but I sank my now rock hard cock up his hole.  Ten pumps later, he shoots his load and forces me off.  Ugh.

And now we're at the bottom of that hill and I'm going home.