Snapshot: Supersoaker pride

I was a little embarrassed.  I barely fucked him for a minute before I felt myself lose control and shoot my load into his ass.  But he was unperturbed.  My cock was starting to deflate a little in his ass when he asked, "Wanna see me shoot?  I cum a lot..."

It was a point of pride, it seemed.  Very uncharacteristic of him.  Late twenties, a swoosh of hair in front and nicely trimmed all around.  Bearish build and neatly dressed in what I had mistaken as the ironic statements of an indie rocker.  He actually made his living studying classical music.  But when we first chatted up on Grindr, he was really modest and self-deprecating.  Full of earnest eagerness that was more youthfully sweet than alarmingly stalkerish, so that one sentence was a bit of a departure.  I should have been prepared, but I wasn't.

"Fuck yeah," I encouraged.

With that, he took his raging hard cock that didn't seem to deflate at all since he walked in the door and barely tugged at it for a couple of strokes before I felt his ass tighten around my cock and his whole body squeeze and bear down before he fired a comet of trailing emissions straight up into the air, almost hitting the ceiling.  Then four more volleys in rapid succession.  One was sent at an angle and hit the headboard as he was in the middle of a downstroke that pointed the nozzle precariously at his head.  And they weren't thin streaks but heavy loads that made audible sounds as the splattered the sheets and the walls.

Holy fuck!

My dick twitched in response and I leaned forward a bit 'cause I thought it was over.  Maybe my cock twitch hit a button but then another shot flew out hit me smack in the face.  In fact, a bit of it went into my eye and it fucking stung like a bitch.

We were both laughing a bit as he was coming down from his orgasm and as I used a hand to wipe my face...  and get a taste.  We both shot off pretty quick.  My chuckles were those of embarrassment, but they were also in large part guffaws of stupid wonder.  He's just that good and deserves every bit of pride he hinted at from that one last warning.

Musings: Hot tub revisited

So anyone else successfully fucked in a pool or hot tub?  I'm pretty sure the only reason it worked in my last entry was the silicone lube that was still clinging to our bodies, cause water is the fucking anti-lube.

I have some notes jotted down from a sex party I attended awhile ago.  I think it was the beginning of summer and it was an evening party.  I was taking a break from roaming the rooms and there were a couple of guys just hanging out at the hot tub so I joined in.  Of course, I chose the spot right next to hottest guy there, a furry faced, hairy cub and engaged him in conversation, pulling my nice guy act.  Turned out he was a recent grad from the local university and it was his first time at the party (the host throws one about once a month in the summer).  We ended up snogging in the tub for quite awhile with the others just chatting around us.  Then I made my move and used his natural buoyancy to pull him up and over onto my lap.  I was still sitting in the tub and he was in my lap, my smooth chest against his back as I reached around in front of him and ran my hands across his hairy chest to tweak his nipples a bit.  And as I was chewing on his neck and holding him tight to my chest, my cock aligned itself to his hole and I pulled him onto it.

But it wouldn't budge.  It wasn't him.  He was clearly up for it as he grabbed my thighs and tried to impale himself further on my cock, but it didn't work.  Spat on my hand a bit but the viscosity of spit would immediately wash away when my hand dipped into the waters.  And since I had been kinda playing for awhile at that point, I was hoping that my precum would start to flow.  And maybe it did a bit, but once again, not enough to resist chlorinated waters from dissolving it to useless vapor.  But still, it was nice to just revel in that lust and need for awhile.  Nothing rushed.  Just playful.  And we were still just chatting it up, me answering him softly directly into his ear.

Shortly after, another guy joined the activities and then took my cock in a death grip and guided it to his hole.  Whereas I played it nice and coy, he was all action and it kinda threw me off.  It kinda conflicted with the nice chill atmosphere where guys were just bullshitting in the tub and idly playing with each other.  Hell if I was gonna refuse a hot ass, though.  Ironically, despite all the water around us, it was worse than a completely dry fuck.  It felt like his ass was trying to scrape off three layers of skin as he backed up into me.  It just didn't work.  Didn't stop the guy though.  He just went down the line trying to get every guy in the hot tub to fuck him despite the physics of it all telling him it wasn't gonna work.

And that's not the first time I tried to fuck under water.  So maybe the fact that it actually happened with ImpossiblyTallDude is why I have the event so romanticized in my head.

Snapshot: Hot tub

It's been a couple months but a single-line email from him, an email requesting a repeat visit, sent a memory flooding back to my mind so sharply I almost cried out, so thick and real my tongue swelled and I could almost taste it, my fingers not feeling the phone as I gripped it tighter but feeling instead his warm flesh and a general sense of warmth around me.

The memory was a moment.  Not of borrowing a car just to get to him with my car in the shop, not of his impossibly tall six-feet-and-some-unknown-gigantic-inches height topped by a impossibly handsome and freckled angular face, not even of the hunger of our kisses or my raw inches first sinking into him.  It was actually a moment after we disentangled our bodies from each other, our bodies sticky from lube and cum, catching our breaths as we sprawl out on the bed he shared with his partner.  I'm not even sure whose cum it was.  Mine?  His?  Both?  It was the moment after, when we decided to check out his hot tub on a deck that overlooked the ocean.

It was there that easy conversation led to fervent kisses and before I knew it, I wanted him.  I wanted him mine.  I pulled him up and turned him around so that I was hugging his back, kicked his legs apart in the water, and then folded him over until he was bracing himself on the edge of his tub.  Both of us with warm waters swirling around us.  My hands trace his long limbs as I stand on my tip toes and line my cock to his hole.  A brief resistance from his hole.  Then the silicone lube that resists being washed away in the water takes over and I glide in.  Resistance cancels resistance.  I barely notice that I'm on my toes as the water lifts me up to his impossibly tall and lanky frame.  My hips struggle to pull back from the suction our bodies create in the water, but when it does I'm acutely aware that the source of the vortex and undertow between us is my hard inches cocking back the hammer before it pistons forward.  Pretty soon, rough waters form as my violent assault on his hole shakes everything up and we're pitched forward and back, side to side.  My nails dig into his hips.  He struggles to remain in place.  The coarse concrete and stone texture that's meant for safety so that you don't slip instead starts to slice into the balls of his feet, the hands as he maintains balance, his shins as the force of my fuck propels him forward and the rough seas jostles him to and fro.  And then it all escalates to that moment.  That moment where the rhythm of my fuck harmonizes with the peaks and troughs of this little pool around us.  Rough seas become gentle waves.  And every time my hips crashed into his, it was with the rolling weight of an enveloping tide behind it.  A cloud of warm hands directing me how to fuck and how to fuck him completely.  I'm fooling myself thinking that I was ruling the majestic fuck when instead I was just a pawn.  He was being wholly fucked by everything around him, but there are worse things to be a slave to.

Too soon, that moment was disrupted.  As much as I wanted to bathe in its beauty, I wanted power back.  His ass was no longer mine.  We both gave into something else.  Toweled off quickly.  Back in bed.  And I took back control and fucked my load into him.  Or did I fuck a load out of him before crapping out.  I honestly don't remember.  That moment in the tub where we were perfectly aligned, or maybe perfectly ruled, with this power that completely surrounded us...  that overshadowed any other memory of that night.

So here I am, clutching my phone and remembering that sublime moment before I quickly send off a reply:

"Fuck yeah.  When are you free next?"