DC - Part III - Drowning

I had inched so close, getting lost memorizing the speckles in the iris of his cool blue eyes, that our foreheads met.  My eyes shifted from one eye to the next and back again in rapid succession until the images merged together in my mind.  A big pool of blue with dark corals trapping the waves.  And as I tried to drown myself deeper into the blue, I felt myself cum.  Him on his back, one leg over my shoulder, the other to the side, my hand wrapped tightly around his cock that was still hard and dribbling a few remaining pearls of cum that collected at the tip before retracing the path of long ropes that had blazed before it, aided by gravity but fighting the grooves of each finger as it pooled and dripped and pooled again from the head of his cock to the first finger that encircled his wood over each finger to my pinky.  And then there was my raw cock deep inside him.  I spurted.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.  He felt each one and his eyes wavered, shaking the image of blue into ripples and breaking my reverie as a deep groan started to build up from deep within me.

I reared back. I roared.  A long moan that evolved as I belted out a deep cry.

The switch flipped and the stillness before gave way to a violent spasm starting from the tip of my spine and continued to a dozen hard thrusts where I wanted to mash my cock into him violently, flesh whipping into each other and turning to a rubbery emulsion.  Gritted teeth.  Angry thrusts.  Extended roar.  I could vaguely feel his bones protesting and trying to lash back at the onslaught.  All the frustrations of the previous meets where it was over before I could cum now ripping through my cock as I seeded his guts with my load.

And then my vision came back.  The handsome face stared back at me intently as I started to smile, hovering over him.  I let go and reached under his shoulders and my hands snaked up to his trusting face and my hands softly ran through his short cropped miltary style haircut and held his head in place before I slowly, sank back into him.  Lips upon soft lips.  Tongues languidly exploring before pulling back.  Slowly, softly.  I let it all go.

And he wrapped his legs behind me, accepting all of me.

DC - Part II - Liar's load

The thing about being a cheater, at least for me as a rather introspective guy, is that you tend to pick apart what people tell you when they're trying to get into your pants.  Sometimes I start categorizing things into truths, probable half-truth deceptions and utter fabrications and you just hope that the things that are outright lies are irrelevant.  Like a guy advertising himself as a bottom with a 9" dick.  Well, it'd be nice to stroke a big one while I'm fucking you but in the end, it's okay if you exaggerated a bit.  But only about the inches.  The bottom part would be a dealbreaker.  And this guy, who said he was married?  I think the natural assumption is that he's married to a woman but I actually really didn't care.  In this case, we had established that we're both tops but he noted he had a thick fat cock and I hope that part wasn't a lie because it's been awhile since I've wrestled in bed with another top, feeling him shoot a load in my mouth.  In this case, the thick cock piece was important.  And I really hoped that part wasn't a lie.

He came into my room and we immediately started making out.  Me on my toes, trying to reach his lips several tree branches above me.  And he was a good kisser.  I just had to look past the hint of smoke.  It wasn't fresh.  Or maybe it was just masked by the gum he was chewing on before he came.  But I could still taste it at the back of his throat.

And he was a bigger guy.  Bigger than I expected but that wasn't as important either.  After fumbling through the room and disrobing, he was big and thick where I hoped he was.  A solid 7" and thick as advertised.  As it chubbed up in my mouth, it filled it up every nook and cranny, every little air pocket in there.  Filled it up so my mouth was straining to open wide enough not to scrape teeth.  With most guys, I know when I'm using my lips as a constricting ring that strokes a cock up and down the shaft and when my tongue collapses against the shaft so you feel hot wetness the whole length of the shaft and the new ring that strokes your cock is the constricting one at the opening of my throat as the cock fucks itself deeper in.  Not with this one.  He filled up my mouth completely and I had to relearn how to suck, paying attention to the gasps and moans to know where I've hit the right spot.  And I kept at it until he shot in my mouth.

Fuck if that didn't taste nasty.  Bitter.  Acidic.  And his cock was lodged back in there so far I felt it going up the sinuses.  Gag.  Choke.  I practically vomited the stuff out.

I guess the lie here was the one I told myself when I said I wanted to suck a load out of thick cock.  Bleh.  I blame tobacco.  I usually love the taste of cum. 

DC - Part I - The Latin cub

It wasn't until afterwards that I broke into a goofy, half-smile smirk.  I had logged back onto Grindr to see if I can find another guy to lose my load in...  or suck me off...  or even just jack me off before my balls turn achingly blue.  Almost an hour with a kid fucking around, didn't cum, and I was frustrated as hell.  His cum wasn't dry on the sheets yet, probably didn't even cool yet from boiling over deep within his nuts before I got a message from him on the app.  A really eager and hopeful request to play again.  Whereas I thought the chemistry was off, he couldn't be happier.  And for some reason that distinctly earnest offer in the context of all the mismatched expectations, desires and perspectives rather comforting and I drifted off to sleep, aching balls and all.  Or it could have been that it was late and I spent most of the day travelling and it all just caught up to me.  

I landed at Dulles in the late evening as much as I tried to streamline the process, I didn't finish checking into the hotel until after most of the surrounding eateries were closed.  I got a text right after getting out the plane telling me what stall my car was parked, caught a shuttle to it and then off I went, probably getting tagged by several toll road cameras for violations as I made my way through empty freeways to my destination, which apparently was a rather sleepy town where nothing is open after 8pm on a Sunday leaving me to a rather sad dinner of chips and soda from the vending machine.

I had posted and reposted an ad on Craigslist.  I've always had luck as a traveler with Craigslist.  Seems like guys are always hunting for fresh meat there, tired of the same old ads from the locals.  And maybe it's also because the visitors can usually host and you'll probably never see them again, which works great for some of the closeted types.  All the guys I had lined up, though, begged off by the time I got to my room being a school night and all.  So I fired up Grindr.  Almost immediately, a cute latin hair cub messaged me.

Beefy, scruffy, bottom.  Said all the right things.  And then some wrong things.  It was kinda sketchy.  He wanted another bottom to join in, which I normally wouldn't mind but I was kinda tired and didn't want some marathon session after what was already a long day.  He said it was a roommate and he needed a ride.  When I balked, he then said he could borrow his car.  This, that... a constant stream of questions that was all over the meter in terms of how serious he was and how close he was to actually leaving the door and committing to coming over.  Ride secured.  Then: "got more pics?"  "Whatcha into?"  "I can be there in 10 minutes"  "Do you have poppers?"  "Are you free later in the week?"  "I'm out the door, what's your room number?"  "Do you have poppers?"  "What's the meaning of life?"  "I'm in the elevator about to knock on your door." "Wait, could you confirm that you're a guy and that you have a functional penis?"  Things that probably should have been asked a long time ago where popping up at the last minute.  And in the meantime, the guy he wanted to do a threeway with also messaged me acting as if they're not roommates and that he barely knows the guy.  Sketch.

Then I opened the door to let a fuckin' hot cub into the room.  Good lookin' kid.  So thus started my own advance and retreat routine.  Maybe a couple inches taller, broad shouldered and solid type guy.  Scruff that would feel great scratching my thighs if I squeezed them around his head while he sucked on my cock (which I never really got a chance to do since he was all about fucking and couldn't concentrate on a single task for very long).  Thick uncut cock that tasted great as I worked my tongue under the skin but what I really wanted was his ass, a nice, round bubble butt that wrapped nicely around my cock.  I had him on his back and was easing it in, leaning in to make out with his beautiful full lips and instead got his neck.  We had made out before but for some reason kissing was suddenly off limits.  And then he wanted to change positions.  Cowgirl.  Reverse cowgirl.  Then the chair got involved.  Hunched over the arm.  Riding me while I was sitting in the chair.  Then back to the bed with me fucking his face with his head hanging off.  All scenes that would look good in porn but wasn't doing much for me.

It was time to put an end to all that.

I hopped on the bed, grabbed his legs and dragged him so his head was back on the bed.  Then took one leg to flip him over.  While he was still flat on his stomach, I assaulted his ass.  Figured he didn't need me to ease it back in.  I just went for it.  Grabbed his waist and leaned in to really go at it.  That then turned to me putting my hands on his lower back and leaning into that, pushing him deep into the mattress while I drilled him hard.  Different tempos.  Trying to find one that I liked most.  I wasn't quite getting deep enough.  I had my forearm across his shoulders, elbow digging into his back a little while I tried to go deeper.  Then sat back up and kicked his legs apart a little, making him arch his back just so.  He reached back to spread his ass.  That was it.  Long deep thrusts all the way in and all the way out.  I started to speed up and simultaneously lifted his hips so he's more on his knees and he took that opportunity to release his ass cheeks so that they bounced back together and he started to jack.  I was watching his ass bounce every time I slammed it home when I felt him shifting his weight and his ass start to drop back and then buck back up.  His back arching concave and then convex and back to concave again.  He came.  And once he finished, he was finished.

I flopped on the bed next to him for a bit.  Idly watched him dress before he made his final retreat.  Frustrated that I didn't cum.  Frustrated that I didn't take matter into my own hands sooner and fucked him the way I wanted.  'Cause I noticed a change when we were fucking.  He had wrapped himself up in layers of images in fantasy and as much time we spent trying to emulate those images in his head, they'd always be a weak interpretation.  In the end, it wasn't until we ripped off those layers to expose the raw desire and need that he got hard as a rock and fired his load.  When I pinned him down and took control, I made him to engage not in the images in his head but the reality before him.  My cock, his ass.  Two bodies.  Not two ghosts.  Not images.  Flesh against flesh for all the senses.  And his eager message to play again reminded me of that switch, that toggle where it all became real.  Really real.  Not posed recreations of fantasy.  And reminder made me smile.  Smirk.  And embark into my own retreat of contented sleep.

DC - Part VII - Gag Me

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DC - Parts IX and XI

Nevermind what happened to parts 1 through 8 and 10.  I'll get back to that.  There was just something nagging me on the plane ride back from DC to LA and I wasn't sure how to get my mind to rest on the matter.

Fuck, DC was fun.  I ended up playing with 11 guys over the course of my five-night stay there.  I was fresh meat and I took full advantage of that.  I wasn't too sure though.  I remembered someone commenting on a blog entry I had written awhile back ago about a guy from DC I played with...  something about the "detached DC" tops and the attitude in the city (which you may find ironic coming from an LA guy).  Perhaps it was the fact that I was staying in the burbs rather than in the heart of the city itself, but I definitely didn't find any shortage of guys to play with and though it was a bit of a mixed bag, there were several highlights.

One of them was #9, a hot-as-fuck solid built former military guy complete with the crew cut and everything.  He saunters into the room with hands clenched into fists.  Big.  Imposing.  A little over six feet and well over two bucks worth of solid muscle.  Wreck-It-Ralph incarnate.  Not as pixelated though.  In fact, when he stripped of his clothes, he was tan and smooth all over.  Unblemished skin with just a fine layer of hair on his arms and his body completely smooth.  Running your hands over it was like petting lightly oiled glass.  Just as smooth, just as solid under the fingers.  A wide band of gold ran around his neck that was less of a fashion accessory than an object to reflect his strength and character.

I met him off Grindr and he was just a few miles away.  His profile was open about being in a relationship but was equally closed about what he was looking for.  Yeah, he was interested in something physical but exactly what was not quite determined.  I still wasn't sure if he was a top or bottom or what when he knocked on my hotel room door.  He knew what I was after though.  No equivocations about what I liked.  So what ensued was an intense half hour (hey, he couldn't only play before or after work before time with his family/partner) of play.  Haven't met a guy with expressed such an open, honest need in awhile.  He was into me.  I was equally into him.  And he was willing to do anything I wanted.  Well, almost.  After grappling, fumbling about, and getting cocks in hard and drooling precum into each other's mouths, he want me inside him.  Wrapped.  With him on his back, my hard as steel rod pushed into him despite all the resistance.  He obviously doesn't bottom much.  When I hit bottom, I could feel his ass ring throbbing around my cock even through the rubber.  Despite any pain that he might have been in, his thick, fat long cock was pulsing in the air begging to be played with.  He yelped with every move I made.  And as was appropriate for his size, just a small whimper booms out of his chest like thunder.

"Fuck!  Oh, god.  Yes, make love to my hole!"

I remember thinking that was an odd expression, as what I was doing was anything but gentle love-making.  It was carnal, no-holds fucking.  Ramming him to make him feel all my inches and then keeping it deep for a second and making it swell to explore even deeper.  I grabbed onto his cock and just let the rhythm of my pounding work his shaft up and down.  He all but screamed at this point.  Eyes bulged, he grabbed the pillow by his head and covered his mouth and just let go.  Squeals, shrieks, cries, obscenities...  until it was just a series of deep resounding "o-god-o-god-o-god"s booming from his chest and muffled by the pillow and he erupted, sending the first shot straight at the pillow that was covering his face.  Then smaller, thick ropes of pure white laces ending up serpentine on his contrasting deeply tan body.  I didn't cum and I didn't care.  It was just nice to see a big meathead turn into a babbling mess.

Now, #11 was equally hot.  He was so much alike in some ways and so different in others.  Also former military (Navy, though - not Army) and built, tall and thick but with a softer edge.  Tan and smooth, but with with a path of hair down the middle of his chest.  Crew cut but longer and just slightly more styled.  Where the other was evasive, he was direct.  He was a bottom and made no effort to disguise what he wanted.  He sucked cock like a pro and could easily just spend the whole afternoon deep throating me.  His kisses were urgent, but soft.  Passionate.  And even though we were working against the clock (I had a plane to catch and begged the hotel for a late checkout so I can leave DC just one load lighter), he was still very tender.  Urgently tender.  He came into the room sweating, having rushed here so that we could have more time together, but still soft, passionate.  Directly focused, but tenderly playful.  When he told me to make love to his hole, I really felt like it was a nice, long, languid, passionate session.  He wanted me raw and I still hammered it home, but then stopped.  I attacked it at different angles, different tempos, different positions, finding new ways to make him moan when one method became dull until I got him on all fours and started ramming it hard and deep into him.  Before I knew it, he was telling me he was going to cum and his hole spasmed a tightened so hard around me it brought me to the bring too.  I pulled out as his body was a wreck in spasms and shot all over his ass.

Glancing over at the clock, it actually wasn't much longer than the Army guy but the pace was completely different.  Just like everything else, the same but not the same.  We spent a few more minutes in bed before getting up to wash up.  While he was showering, I was amazed at the load I fucked out of him.  It was a puddle and the whole room smelled like bleach.  Enough to be amazed and post a pic of it on Twitter.  Ha!

And then off I went to the airport and do the whole hurry up and wait routine.  And there in the moments where I were waiting, my mind wandered to the events of the past week...  And these two military guys started to blur together.  Connections were made.  Things fell into place.  I verified it a few days later by logging into Grindr from LA and noticing that they were exactly the same number of miles away from me.  I'm pretty sure that these two guys were partners.  The first hint was the not-so-overused phrase of "make love to my hole"...  Then the fact that they both were going to head out of town for the weekend and they both had partners and they both this, they both that.  They were also (despite being similar body types) very yin-yang the way most couples are.  And then I remembered one of them saying that their partner was also former military, having met for some function or other.  What makes me doubt is that I'm SO unlike the two of them.  Both big, tall, muscular and beefy white guys.  Maybe I'm at the cross section of the Venn diagram where their tastes overlap but it seemed unlikely.  Of course, I can't really confirm with either of them.  "Hey, I think I also fucked your boyfriend..."  That'd be kinda tacky.  I think I just need to try to convince them both to meet me at my room for a threeway next time I'm in town.  Ha!