The Swimmer's Swimmers

The Swimmer and I had been chatting online for a while before we hooked up. It was December '06, I had the day off and he worked from home.

He lived close to me, about 10 minutes away from where I lived, so his place was easy to get to. We arranged to meet in the morning after his flatmate left for work. Even though it was December, it was still relatively mild, so the short walk to his place wasn't unpleasant. I climbed one flight of stairs up to his apartment, knocked on the door and waited.

The Swimmer opened the door. He had close cropped hair, and wore trendy oblong glasses. Being six foot two, he towered over me. I recognised him from the photo he sent to me and liked what I saw in the flesh, so I beamed him a smile. He invited me in and, after I removed my coat, we sat down on his couch.

We chatted for over an hour. In my previous sexual encounters, chatting was something that was dispensed with quickly, so we could get down to more physical activities. I was a little confused as to why he hadn't made any move towards me. Had he changed his mind, and was just being polite, spending some time with me before coming up with an excuse to get me to leave? Did he know that I was there to get into his pants? Our online conversations bordered on the sexual, but were never explicit, so he may of thought we were just hanging out.

Not that the chat wasn't interesting. We talked about the work we did, and about health and fitness. He was a swimmer, and went swimming every day. I lifted weights, not to bulk up, but to tone and add definition to my slender frame. While we chatted he finished up some work on his computer. Finally, he closed the laptop, and then the fun began.

He shifted closer, and began to stroke the hair on my forearm. At last, the signal I had been waiting for. We looked at each other, and both leaned in to start kissing. I moved over to sit on his lap, facing him, and we kissed some more.

His hands ran up and down my back, as mine rested on his pecs. I could feel the solid muscles under his shirt, and i moved my hands across them until I found his nipples hidden from me under the layer of cotton.

I pulled off my top, hoping he liked the body underneath. He moved one hand from my back, and stroked the hair on my chest, running his fingers over the muscles I had worked so hard for. I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy chest, and my mouth went straight for his nipples.

We moved to his bedroom, quickly shed out clothes and ended up naked on his bed. We explored each other as we kissed. He had a lean, muscled body, the kind you get from being a serious swimmer. He didn't like to wear deodorant, and I could smell him. Not an unpleasant b.o, but a sexy man musk which drove me wild. Our hard cocks rubbed up against each other. I needed his cock in my mouth, so went down on his at the first opportunity.

He had a magnificent cock, long, thick and a joy to suck on. The only problem was that he kept a full bush, and I often had to stop to fish out a stray pube from my mouth, though sucking on that piece of meat more than made up for it.

We ended up in the 69 position. It felt so good to have him suck me off as I sucked on his cock
and balls, which were also covered in hair. I moved my tongue back and found the sweet spot that was his ass, and I feasted on it. We spent the next few hours kissing, sucking and rimming each other. It was bliss.

We stopped to have a spot of lunch, and he checked his laptop again in case he had missed any important developments at work while he was "on the job" with me. Lunch over, and the laptop put away, we went back to his bedroom to pick up from where we left off.

We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other some more. While I was eating out his ass, he turned his head towards me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. Of course I did. He jumped up off the bed, to his wardrobe, where he fished out a condom and some lube.

He opened the condom and rolled it onto my cock, then slathered my sheathed member in lube, as I used my fingers to lube up his hole. He got into position, he wanted to be fucked on his back with his legs in the air, and I moved myself in close, put his legs onto my shoulders, and jacked my cock hard next to his hole.

When I was ready, I put the head to his opening and pushed in. "Slowly!" he gasped. He hadn't been fucked in a while, and his ass was tight. I did as he asked and pushed in as slowly as I could. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, but I did not stop my advance until I reached the hilt of my cock.

I paused, letting him get used to me inside him, though part of me wanted to start pumping straight way. I leaned in and kissed him, then slowly pulled my cock out, stopping short of coming all the way out of his fuck chute. I pushed back in again, and I started fucking him. His ass was hanging off the side of the bed, and I was standing up leaning into the bed, all my effort placed upon the point where we connected. He had wooden floors in his bedroom, and my feet struggled to gain purchase as we fucked.

I pulled out, got onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress. I shifted his body, put his legs back on my shoulders, and guided myself back into him. Much better, I could control the fuck from my new position, and soon we were a sweaty mess. He flexed his ass muscles and it drove me over the edge. My cock pulsed, and I deposited my load into the rubbed while buried in his ass.

It took me a moment to regain my composure. I pulled of the sticky condom, leaving it on his bedside table. We kissed as I enjoyed the afterglow of my climax. His cock still reared up, hard and leaking precum. It was an invitation I could not resist. I went down on him, swallowing as much of his cock as I could. My fingers found their way into his ass, and I massaged his hole as I sucked him.

His ass was still slick with lube, and my fingers slid in easily. I could feel the intense heat emanating from his insides, and it felt good. I must have stimulated his prostate, cause the next thing I knew his cock went rigid, his ass clamped around my fingers, and he shot his load in my mouth.

It came thick and fast. All I could do was swallow, though some dribbled out of my mouth. I choked, there was so much of it. It tasted salty, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. It was my first taste of another mans spunk. Though I had sampled my own on many occasions, this was the first time a guy had nutted in my mouth.

He apologised profusely after he finished, saying he didn't mean to cum inside my mouth. I said I didn't mind. What else could I say, it had been done, and I still had the taste of his spunk in my mouth, and I kinda liked it.

He cleaned up the traces of spunk I had dribbled onto his pubes with a tissue, and we both washed up. I noticed he didn't try to kiss me again after I became his cum dump. We dressed, and I soon left his place and made my way home. The faint taste of cum still on my breath.

Brief Encounter With A Blue-Eyed Spaniard

This hook up took place in late September, 2006. I was surfing the web, with one window open on a gay cruising site. While I surfed, I chatted to a few guys but no-one really caught my attention.

Then I get a message from The Spaniard. He liked my profile and wanted to chat. The conversation started off innocently enough. He was on holiday, traveling the country, and staying with friends while he was in the city. As we chat he casually mentions that the people he's staying with are out at work, and he has the place all to himself.

Interesting. The conversation takes on a more sexual tone, and he wants to know what I'm into. I tell him what I like and he seems interested. He asks if I want to meet. All the sex chat has sparked my libido and I'm feeling horny. I decide to meet him.

His profile has no pictures, so he sends me his picture in a private message. He's cute, but it's his blue eyes that seal the deal. We arrange a time and place to meet, and off I set.

It takes 20 minutes or so to get there, but still I'm early. I sit at a bus stop and play a game on my mobile while I wait. Soon a man approaches me. He's a little older, and much heavier than the picture he sent, but he is still recognisable as The Spaniard.

We say hi, and I detect nervousness in his voice. He asks if everything is okay. I guess he needed reassurance that I still wanted to go through with it, despite his deception. I say yes and get up from the bus stop bench. We cross the road and walk to a small house in a row of small houses.

We enter the house, and I follow him to the back of the house into the kitchen. He's tall and towers over me. We chat, but the conversation is slightly awkward. He does, however, have a very sexy accent, and I love sexy accents. The conversation lasted five minutes at most. We both knew the reason I was there, so he lead me up to his bedroom.

I say bedroom, it was the spare room in the two bedroom house and looked like it usually housed the home owner's junk, most of which had been pushed to the sides of the room in an effort to make space for a foldaway bed. He apologised for the state of the room, but I said I didn't mind.

Standing room was sparse, so we stood close together. He leaned his head down towards mine and we kissed. It was a soft kiss, as though he was testing the water. With no real space to move, we quickly shifted onto the bed. Again we kissed, and he seemed to become more relaxed.

We quickly stripped off our clothes, down to our underwear, and discarded them in a pile on the only free floorspace available. Again he seemed a little embarrassed, his body was heavier than when his picture was taken, and I think he had a few issues with it. He had a light covering of brown hair over his chest and torso, thickening as it traveled towards his pubic region.

I moved my head down and ran my tongue over his nipple before taking it into my mouth. I heard him gasp as I teased his nipple. He ran his hands over my body as I switched to the other nipple.
I could feel my cock growing in my shorts, and the tip becoming slick with precum. He noticed too and said he was ready to be fucked.

He reached over and fished out a condom and some lube from a rucksack next to the bed, while I turned over onto my back so I could remove my shorts. He handed me the condom and I put it on as he removed his underwear and lubed up his hole and then my cock. He manoeuvred himself over my groin, held my erection firm in one hand, and guided it into his hole.

My head rolled back as he slid himself ever so slowly down my meat, making sure his ass got used to every inch of my erection. I could feel his delicious warmth surround my cock, and it felt so good. He began to fuck himself on my cock slowly, one hand on the bed, supporting his weight, the other slowly jacking his cock. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open, as I enjoyed the sensation of being inside a man once more.

We didn't know how long we had the house to ourselves. His friends could come back at any moment, and I didn't think they would be too impressed to find he had invited a stranger into their home to indulge in a little man on man sex.

We switched positions so that he was on his back with his legs on my shoulders. This position worked better for me, as I could control the depth of penetration, and vary my rhythm to suit me. While we fucked, he jacked himself off, and I starred into his eyes. They were the same intense blue that had first got my attention, and I fucked him harder.

He began to moan, his hand moving on his cock with intensity, and he started to cum, the white fluid spraying over his belly and chest. I could feel the muscles in his ass spasm with each shot, gripping my cock and sending me over the edge. I released my load, pumping my hips until I finished shooting.

I pulled out of his ass, and he removed the condom from my spent cock. He handed me a t-shirt to wipe up my cock, then proceeded to use the same t-shirt to clean up the cum drying on his chest and belly. We chatted a little as I dressed, and as I fixed my hair in the bathroom next door. He wrapped himself in a bathrobe to show me to the front door, and thanked me for a great time. The whole encounter lasted less than 45 minutes. I traveled home, tired and leaking the last remnants of sperm into my already wet underwear.

When I got home, I showered, and returning to my computer I found he had sent me a message saying that he had a good time that afternoon, that he was traveling back to Spain in a few days, but he would be back around Christmas time. I said that if he sent me a text when he was back, I would be more than happy to meet him again.

He did text me a week before Christmas saying he was coming back, and if he had the house free would I like to join him? I said yes. He did text me saying he was in the city, and his friend's house was empty, but it was on Christmas Eve, and I was spending time with my family, so we couldn't meet.

I often travel past that house, and can't help but have a small smile on my face when I remember that I fucked The Spaniard there, in the spare room of that house, on his friend's foldaway bed.

Missed Opportunity?

I finished work early today. The chill of the autumn air was all the motivation I needed to hurry to my bus stop. The place I was heading to had a row of bus stops along the roadside, so many people gather there to catch buses heading out of the city centre.

As I approached my stop, I noticed a good looking young man waiting at the bus stop next to mine. At first I thought he was just looking in my general direction, but as I came to a halt I realised he was looking at me.

He was gorgeous. Around 6 feet tall, slim, with light olive skin, and muddy green eyes. He was wearing a charcoal black woollen cap with muted green and orange bands. The woolen cap had the added benefit of emphasising his cheekbones, which looked sharp enough to cut glass.

I pretended to look past him, to see if my bus was coming, but he was still in my line of sight, and still looking at me. I caught his eye, but quickly looked away. I'm terrible in these situations.

A minute or two passed before I looked at him again, catching his eye and holding the stare a little longer. There was that familiar sensation in my underwear, the one-eyed devil stirred. One part of my anatomy was sure what was going on, but the rest of my body had no idea on how to proceed.

Any action on my part was moot at that point, as my bus came trundling up the road, and I grudgingly got on the bus. I usually sit near the front, but this time I walked further back and sat on a seat near the window closest to the guy, who was still standing on the pavement. I thought I'd give him one more look at me before the bus departed.

Living in a big city, it's unlikely that I'll see him again. Just two strangers passing in the hustle and bustle of city life. Did I read the situation correctly? Could I have gone up to him and started a conversation? How different would my life be if I had a bit more courage to pursue chance encounters, instead of playing safe?

Truth is I don't think I'm brave enough to try.

Little Pig

It started off as a webcam session. I had the day off, was home alone for the first time in ages, and was feeling horny. My new housemate was at work, and I wanted to make the most of my free time.

I entered the webcam room and began my show, slowly stripping off my clothes, stroking my hairy chest and playing with my nipples. I became hard instantly, and slowly lowered my boxers down to reveal my rock hard boner. I jerked off on cam until I reached a satisfyingly sticky conclusion.

I went to wash up and when I returned to my computer, I found that one of the guys who had watched my little show had left me a message. He was still online, so I returned his message and we started IMing. The were the usual comments of how hot my body was and the copious amount of cum I had shot onto my hairy belly.

As we chatted, I had a look at his online profile. He was a very sexy Greek man, a daddy bear type, living in New York, and I began to get hard again. He asked if I was into phone fun. I gave him my mobile number, and a few moments later it was ringing. His voice was deep, masculine and very sexy. I lay back on my bed, undoing the cord of my terry towel bathrobe so I had access to my cock. His profile pic was displayed on my computer screen, which I used as visual inspiration while we chatted.

He began describing how hot he thought my cock was and how he'd like me to top him. He paused, and I could hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. He told me he hoped I didn't mind he was smoking T. I said I didn't. In fact this was my first encounter with someone on T, and I was kinda curious about the effect it had on him.

We talked about me topping him, how I would love to eat out his ass before sliding inside him. He said he liked it raw, and I confessed to having liked it when I tried it earlier in the year. That seemed to turn him on even more. He said that when he saw me on cam, he could instantly tell that I had a kinky side hidden under a layer of normality, and that he would love to help me explore it.

How true his words were. I have already confessed on here to having this fantasy of being used as a cumrag and having as many men as possible spay their hot loads all over my body.

He asked if I took raw cock up my ass, and I told him that I'd never been fucked successfully. He said he would be happy to change all that. He would eat me out and lube me with his spit, before entering me raw and fucking me till we both spewed our loads. He would get me high to break me in, and by the time he was done, I would be able to take any cock with ease.

As he talked, my left hand left my dick and moved south towards my hole. I played with it and slipped in a finger, which is all I could manage. He carried on, though every so often pausing to take another hit if his pipe. He said he'd like to whore me out as a top, and get me to fuck some of his bottom fuckbuddies, but in private I would be the bottom, and he'd fuck me.After another hit he said that he'd take me out to his favourite cruising haunts and offer up my dick and ass to anyone who wanted it.

I let the phone rest next to my ear so I could still hear him while both hands were occupied. One was busy fingering my hole and rubbing my perineum, while the other was wrapped around my cock, pumping away furiously. My inner slut was so turned on by these scenarios he was spinning that it wasn't long before I came, each spurt causing my asshole to tighten around my finger.

He hung up a few minutes later, hearing me cum had sent him over the edge and his orgasm was moments behind mine, though he said he would love to have phone sex again sometime. The phone sex was hot, but I think it was mostly the T talking.

He was right about one thing though. Beneath this mask of vanilla, there's a kinky little sex pig longing to be set free.

Regression

My living situation has changed somewhat in the last month, and its put a dampener on my social life.

For most of my adult life I've lived alone, and relished the freedom it gave me. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. Hell, I could walk around the place naked if I wanted (and often did, when the weather was warm enough, as long as the curtains were drawn.) Not to mention my extra-curricular activities as a sex blogger and some time webcammer.

It's all changed though. A relative of mine has become my new housemate, and with it some of the freedom I enjoyed has slipped away. On the whole, living with him isn't a total nightmare, however he has no sense of boundaries, and has the annoying habit of entering my bedroom without knocking, and takes a particular interest in what I do on the computer, making surfing for porn, or Internet hookups impossible when he's around, kind of like when I lived at home with my parents.

It was worse when he hung around the house for three weeks, while he sorted things out with the move and his new job. I couldn't even have a long, leisurely wank to my favourite porn for fear he'd walk into my bedroom. Best I could do was a quick handshake in the shower.

Things have improved since he started his new job. I have a bit of time in the morning when he leaves for work when I can attend to my personal needs in peace, and when he's asleep in his bed, I'm free to surf for sex, and on those few days when I have a day off in the week, I've indulged in a bit of webcamming, which lead to a hot phone sex session with a sexy Daddy bear.

Taken In Hand - Part 2

Part 1 can be found here.

The smell of fresh cum is unmistakable, and as MG's hole was only a few inches from my nose, I could easily detect the load I had worked inside with my digits. I removed my fingers and leaned my face in, my tongue probed his ass crack, and I could taste his cum as I rimmed his hole. I almost shot my load right there.

MG pulled himself off my body. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a couple of tissues, which he handed to me. I wiped up the splatters of his cum which had hit my chest during his ejaculation, while he used another wad to clean up his cock.

Having just cum, MG felt tried, so we held each other. Weirdly, it was the most intimate act we had performed. His naked skin felt soft and warm against mine. I slowly ran my hand up and down his arm. I'm ashamed to say that I closed my eyes and imagined he was someone else. The arrangement was for me to introduce MG to the joys of rimming, not to act like we were lovers, so I was unsure just how to react. He seemed to like being held, and from my point of view it wasn't the most unpleasant sensation, so we continued to hold each other for a while.

Soon, however, my libido got the better of me and I began kissing him again. I hadn't cum yet and was pretty horny. I ended up between his legs, licking and sucking on his balls, my fingers playing with the entrance to his ass. I wanted to fuck him.

MG had expressed a desire to try bottoming, and I thought that if I could get him worked up enough, he would want to ride my cock. I spat onto my palm and let the saliva run down towards my fingers. I began to rub my spit soaked digits against his hole. The drying cum became wet again and my fingers slid in easily. His hole was tight and he moaned as my fingers moved slowly in and out. I could feel his prostate press up against his rectal wall and I focused my efforts there.

He found it all too much and moved his hand down to stop the movement of mine. I slowly withdrew my fingers, so much for trying to get him to bottom for me. Instead I put my mouth back on his balls and licked them while I jerked him off, quickly bringing him to orgasm for the second time. I reached over and handed him some fresh tissue paper to mop up the cum which had landed on his abdomen. I moved back up the bed and again we kissed before we spent time holding each other again.

Whilst holding each other, MG began to rub my back, in between my shoulder blades. I had been working out with more intensity over the past few weeks and my muscles were sore. Who new that massaging my sore muscles would rev my engine, making me hornier than ever. I began to kiss him with more intensity, and started to rub my hardness into his hip. This had the added benefit of moving my hip over his cock, giving him some stimulation as well.

I ended up sitting on his crotch, rubbing his cock with my perineum as he jerked me off. I reached underneath myself and maneuvered his cock backwards so it slid in between my ass cheeks. I continued moving backwards and forwards, and his cock ran up and down my crack.

I wanted more. I held his cock and positioned it so it would rub against my hole with each movement of my hips. My mind was fogged with horniness, and I considered whether or not to take the next step. If I held his cock still, and pushed down, his raw cockhead could slip into my hole.

I did, and the head of his cock began to stretch my hole. I knew I could go no further. My hole was not prepped, and had no lubrication. There was no way I could take his cock, as small as it was. Instead I rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks again, then jerked him off in my hand until he came for the third time.

As before we held each other and talked. By now he was well and truly spent, so he couldn't have done much more. We chatted about his situation, that he was bi, but wanted to explore his gay side more, and that the few one night stands he had left him wanting more from the experience.

He said that he thought I was gorgeous, and I knew he was leading up to something. He wanted us to hang out again, I think as a prelude to us becoming boyfriends. It was moving a little to fast for me. Like I said, I was happy to help him explore his body, but I'm not looking to get into a relationship, which I let him know. I find it's best to tell it straight, instead of leading people on. I could see a look of disappointment cross his face, but he covered it with how he responded.

I cleaned up, dressed and we shared a final kiss before I left his place. I sent him a text later that day, saying what I said to him earlier, but he didn't reply. It seems unlikely that I'll see him again.

Having written about this encounter, I see that I'm falling back into old patterns again, like I did with Mr. Silver. Again, I denied myself gratification in favour of his (he came three times, I didn't cum once) and consequently I found myself in the situation where MG thought more could develop from our meetings than I wanted. The old adage is true: learn from your past mistakes or you are doomed to repeat them.

Taken In Hand - Part 1

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The Unpaid Whore

August '06, it was my day off and I was horny. I was on a gay hook up site and got an IM from a guy who liked my profile pic. We chatted for a while and during the course of our conversation it emerged that he had this fantasy that he wanted to act out.

We ended up planning to meet that day, so I hopped into the shower and was quickly on my way over to his place. I wore my leather jacket (the same one that Mr Silver liked me to wear when I fucked him), a tight fitting punk t-shirt, dark denim jeans and black leather boots. I sent him text to let him know I was entering his building. As arranged, the door to his apartment had been left open. I walked in and closed the door firmly, my sign to him that I had arrived. I made sure the door was shut.

I caught him sneak a peek at me through the slightly open doorway of his bedroom, before he scurried back into the room. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing over the laminate wooden floor. Each step made with deliberate force, so that he knew I was heading towards him.

I pushed the door to his bedroom open and saw him laying face down on the bed. Completely naked, ass propped up with a pillow and pointed up towards the ceiling. I moved over to the bed, again deliberately slowly. I ran my hand over the exposed flesh of his buttocks and he shivered at my touch.

Bondage Guy was in his early 20's. Slim and mostly hairless apart from a patch of hair on his chest and a treasure trail leading to a groomed bush. He had a number of tattoos, a tribal band around one upper arm and a star in between his shoulder blades. He had confessed to having a fantasy of being tied up while someone fucked him, and that's why I was there.

I stepped away from the bed and he turned his head to face me. I peeled off the jacket and hung it on the bedpost at the head of the bed. I'd need it later. With his eyes he indicated to a plastic bag resting on a chair next to the bed. In it were a number of ties. I guess this is what he wanted me to use.

I picked up one tie, then lifted up his right arm from its resting position on the bed. I tied the material around his wrist, then moved his arm up to the metallic headboard. I slipped the material around the central post of the headboard, maneuvered his other arm into position and tied the other end of the tie around his left wrist. I made sure the knots were tight, but there was a little space between his wrists and the material.

He had watched me tie his wrists to the bed frame, and now his gaze wondered over my still clothed body. I was supposed to have blindfolded him, but I wanted him to watch me as I undressed.

I slowly pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then I removed my boots, and my socks, tucking them into my boots. I heard him utter "Please, Sir", the first words he had said since I arrived. I picked up my socks and rolled them into a ball, then held them under his nose. He took a deep sniff. They were clean, but a little damp with fresh sweat. I walked back over to the chair and selected another tie. This time I popped the balled up socks into his mouth and tied the tie around his head, over his mouth to hold the socks in place.

I unzipped my jeans and slowly pulled them down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang forward as the jeans slid down my legs. I stepped out of the jeans, and let him gaze at my firm, furry body and at my hardening cock.

I picked up another tie, got onto the bed and straddled his body. I wrapped this last tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. I moved so my knees were between his legs, and I pushed his legs apart. I lay my body over his, and rubbed my furry chest hair into his smooth back.

I slid down further, until my face was next to his ass. I pushed apart his buttocks. I made a move to lick at his hole, but he didn't smell clean down there, so I didn't rim him. Instead I blew air on his hole and watched it twitch in anticipation.

Bondage Guy had left a bottle of poppers and a rag on his bedside table. I reached over and picked both up. I put a little of the liquid onto the rag, and held it under his nose. He took a deep sniff, then moaned. I left the rag in front of his nose. Since his mouth was occupied, each breath he took was laced with fumes from the rag.

I took a quick sniff from the bottle of poppers before I replaced the lid and put it back on the bedside table. A warm, pleasant feeling invaded my body, and clouded my head slightly. I reached to the inside pocket of my leather jacket and picked out the condoms and small bottle of lube I had inside. The condoms were put on the bedside table by the poppers, while I lubed up his hole. A few minutes of finger fucking, and I felt he was ready to proceed.

I sheathed my cock in rubber, dripped lube onto my cock and rubbed it all over. I positioned the head next to his hole, held the rag back up to his nose, and pushed in. He moaned as I slowly entered, and I pushed my entire length into him in one slow, smooth motion. The poppers and generous amounts of lube helped. I held myself over him and waited for him to become accustomed to my cock.

I leaned forward so my mouth was next to his left ear and in a low growl said "You ready?". He nodded his head enthusiastically, and I slowly began to pump away. He pushed his ass towards me, a signal that I could go faster. I did.

I fucked him as hard as I could. He moans were muffled by the socks in his mouth. I pumped him until I was close to shooting, then slowed down to a stop. I pulled my cock out. I could hear him moan, but it was more to ask what was going on.

I got off the bed and then turned him over so he was on his back. His arms were still tied, he was still blindfolded and gagged. I climbed back onto the bed, and positioned his legs onto my shoulders. I entered him again, and slowly fucked him, gradually increasing the momentum.

His cock was hard, and had left a trail of precum onto the hair that made up his treasure trail. I held his legs to my body with my left hand, and wrapped my right hand around his cock. I used the precum to lube up his cock, and jacked him off as I fucked him. I wanted him to cum with my cock up his ass. I pumped him harder, jacking his cock as I did so. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

I felt his cock stiffen in my hand, and I worked it faster. As I fucked him, I could feel the walls of his ass contract around my cock. He began to shoot his load over his chest, and the constrictions of his ass made me cum too.

Spent, I slipped my softening cock out of his ass and I got off the bed, laying his legs back onto the bed as I did so. I pulled off the condom, and went into the bathroom next door to wash up. When I returned, Bondage Guy was still tied to the bed, the pool of cum on his chest had slowly run down his sides.

I untied the tie gaging his mouth, and removed my socks from his mouth. They were damp with his saliva. I should have thought ahead and bought another pair with me, but I didn't, so had to put those back on. I would have gone sock-less, but I was wearing boots and didn't want to get blisters. I dressed, and my last act was to untie one of his wrists before I left his apartment. He was still blindfolded when I left.

Everything we had done, he had outlined to me in our IM conversation. He wanted someone to anonymously fuck him. Wanted someone to tie him up, gag him with their sweaty socks and blindfold him, and wanted someone to hold a popper soaked rag under his nose while he was fucked. I had dressed for the part, and hoped my act lived up to his fantasy.

There were a few deviations from his plan, however. When I arrived, he was supposed to be face down on his bed, not sneaking a peak at me as I walked through the door. There was to be no kissing or talking, but the few words we exchanged couldn't be helped. I did debate whether or not to gag him with my socks, but it was his fantasy, so I played along.

He contacted me later on the hook up site, saying how much he enjoyed our session and wanted to know if we could do it again, even if I could bring a few mates with me the next time. I declined his offer. Even though taking part in his fantasy was an interesting experience, it felt scripted and, without the kissing or the spontaneity, I felt like an unpaid whore.

Let's Go Outside

It was a sunny day in July '06. O and I had tried to sort out a meet, but things never panned out. I was horny as hell and needed relief. I jumped online onto a gay cruising site, said I was free that day and looking to hook up. There were the usual bunch of flakes online, and those guys interested in chatting rather than meeting.

I remember chatting to one guy, but he disappeared, and was about to give up when I received a message from a guy who liked my profile pic. We started to chat and I found out he was bi and closeted (so no profile pic). He had a few hours free and wanted to meet up, but couldn't accommodate, as he claimed he had workmen at his place. He then suggested that we meet outdoors. So I'll call him Outdoor Guy.

He knew of some fields near to where he worked that could serve our needs. It was summer, the weather was fair, and I was looking to broaden my sexual experiences, so I agreed to meet. I quickly jumped into the shower and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, no underwear. He didn't want to give out his cellphone number so all I had was blind faith that he would show.

The fields he mentioned were on the city limits, to the south of where I lived. I used public transport to get there. It took half an hour, and it was close to midday when I got off the bus. The fields were fenced off from the road, so I had to walk along the fence to find a gate that would allow me entrance.

The pathway was tree lined, and as I walked I noticed a guy walking towards me vaguely matching the description the guy I was chatting to gave. He was wearing a bright blue football jersey, and I remembered the guy said that is what he would be wearing. We walked past each other.

I stopped under a tree, and he stopped a few meters away. I gave him a quick glance, then looked away into the distance before running my hand through my hair, then quickly looking back over to him to see if he got my signal. I had no idea what I was doing, no idea if this was the guy I was supposed to meet, or if he had decoded my elaborate signal.

I am lousy at reading signals from guys. Put me in a room with a guy, or bunch of guys, and I'm fine. If I know that we are there to have sex, I can act accordingly. But when it comes to the precursors of sex in public places, I have no clue. My anxiousness gets the better of me and I usually chicken out before anything takes place.

Fortunately, he came over and introduced himself and we shook hands. He was in his early 30's, about 6 foot tall, with brown hair and blue eyes. Cute but slightly chunkier than he described himself online. As we walked up the road, he explained that he thought I wouldn't be able to find the entrance to the fields, so had decided to walk down the road in the hopes of meeting me.

He lead me to the gate, and I followed him down the path towards the fields. The trees were thicker here, and I was on guard, in case I was being led into some sort of ambush. The trees thinned out and lined the edge of the field, which was fallow and was covered in stalks of grass up to hip height.

He leaned up against a tree and we kissed. I could taste the sweat on his upper lip. I ground my stiffening cock into his as we kissed, then got down onto my knees as I unziped his jeans and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a minute or two. He was average size, no more than 5 inches uncut, but I gave him a good idea of my oral talents. He moaned softly with every pass of my tongue on his sensitive cock head.

The sun was high in the sky, and there wasn't many shadows to conceal what we were doing. A passing stranger could have seen what we were up to. I got up off my knees and voiced my concerns, so he zipped up and we went to look for something a little more secluded. We didn't find anywhere better suited, so came up with the idea of lying on the grass in the centre of the field. The long grass would conceal what we were up to, and we could be more comfortable.

We lay out in the sun and made out. He had me on my back and unbuttoned my jeans. My cock sprang forth, unhindered by my lack of underwear and he sucked me off. I felt amazing. I lay there with my eyes closed, the blazing sun beating down on my body and a warm, wet mouth on my cock. Does life get any better?

After a while I had him on his back, the front of his shirt pushed up as I licked and sucked his nipples. He had a slightly hairy chest, and was sweating from the heat. The sweat was fresh, and I lapped it up every time I made a pass at his tits. He undid his jeans, turned over onto his stomach, and presented me with his lightly furred ass.

I went to town, licking at more of the fresh sweat that had accumulated in his crack. He let out a low growl when my tongue passed over his hole, and I ate him out. He asked if I wanted to fuck him. It wasn't something we had discussed when we were chatting online. I didn't think he was into being fucked, so I had not bought any condoms with me. I told him I had no rubbers, and he said he didn't mind it raw.

From a closeted, bi guy to a raw cum dump bottom in the space of half an hour. Yes guys, I'm that good, lol. However I had never barebacked at that time, so I decided to finger fuck him instead. If the same situation presented itself to me now, would I fuck him? In all honesty, yes. I would fuck him raw, and probably cum in him too, then spend the next couple of weeks kicking myself for being weak willed, meanwhile furiously jacking off to the memory of his unprotected ass surrounding my cock. If you haven't figured out by now I'm a little screwed up.

Anyway, I finger fucked him until he shot his seed into the ground. His ass clamping down on my fingers with each shot. We kissed again, and then he went down on me. Again I closed my eyes and let him suck me off as I soaked up the sun. I told him when I was ready to shoot, and he increased the pressure of his sucking. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed.

As soon as he had my cum, he changed. He became furtive, jumping up and making his excuses that he had to leave, and asking if I was okay to find my own way back to the road. I said yes, and he was off. From cum dump to closeted bi guy, quicker than the change of a traffic light. Told you I was good.

I stood up and watched him walk to the edge of the field. There were grass seeds stuck to my t-shirt, so I removed the shirt and shook the seeds off. He turned around to see if I was following him, and must have seen me shirtless, my taut, toned body in the afternoon sun. He stopped and watched me for a moment before going on his way. Probably thought I was trying to entice him into round 2, but I was just trying to clean up a little, so it didn't look like I had been rolling around a grass field.

I walked back along the tree lined path to the road, and caught the bus home where I showered the last few seed heads out of my hair.

Fivesome

It was warm spring afternoon in early April '06. My workday had finished, so I walked through the city to O's place. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. He greeted me with a warm smile as he opened his door, in I went and we kissed.

Kissing O was always a magical experience. We chatted, flirted, and kissed as he finished up his chores. In his kitchen, we made out and things got steamy. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt to tweak his nipples as we kissed. I even lifted up the t-shirt to have a quick lick and nibble of those sensitive nubs. My cock was leaking precum into my boxer briefs, and I wanted him, but I would have to wait.

Guy #1 was due to arrive soon, and he wasn't coming alone. He had asked if he could bring someone. I said I didn't mind, and since it was O's apartment, he should be the one to have final say.

O and I had a hour to kill before Guy #1 arrived. We retired to the bedroom, and made out on his bed. Since we had a big night planned with Guy #1 and the new guy, we agreed not to take things too far. We knew we couldn't cum, but strangely that made our make out session all the more erotic. We ended up stripped of all our clothes save our underwear, teasing each others flesh, taking each others cocks into our mouths and bringing each other as close to the edge as we dared. The hour passed by very quickly.

Guy #1 sent a text to say he was on his way, so we reluctantly dressed. Although, we joked how hot it would be if O answered the door in his underwear, a big ol' bulge tenting the fabric, and then leading the guys into his bedroom, where I would be waiting, naked, stretched out on the bed, hard and ready.

We decided against it, in case it freaked out the new guy, and he turned tail and ran from our little den of iniquity. Instead, when Guy #1 arrived, O opened the door and I stood in the hallway behind him. Guy #1 entered the apartment, followed quickly by his guest, JM.

JM was in his early 20's, good looking and tall, with dark brown hair, straightened and fashionably cut. Guy #1 had good taste. We shook hands with JM, and then we followed O into the bedroom, where we stood around and chatted. Guy #1 mentioned that he tried to get another guy to join us too, but he couldn't make it.

We decided to get down to it, and so we all stripped down to our underwear. Fortunately, the boxer briefs I wore were jet black, so the wet patch from my earlier precum leakage did not show up. JM took his lead from Guy #1, so when he lay down on the bed, JM did so to. O and I stood by the bed. We began to make out again, and on the bed Guy #1 and JM did so too.

O and I then joined Guy #1 and JM on the bed. I slipped behind Guy #1, and began to kiss the back of his neck while running my hands over his muscular body. O had taken position behind JM and was doing something similar to him.

Guy #1 broke off kissing JM, twisted his upper body around and started to kiss me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I pushed mine out to meet his. I continued to massage his body as we kissed, and my hand wondered over to feel JM's slender frame, while his mouth was occupied kissing O.

We swapped partners, and I kissed JM. He was an okay kisser, but I had been spoilt with all those months of kissing O. I resumed running my hands over him, but he didn't really reciprocate. I don't think he liked my body hair, and I was by far the hairiest one there. Guy #1's body hair was light, and O shaved his off. JM was probably used to making out with hairless twinks like himself, not an otter like me.

We swapped partners again, and I was back in O's arms. Much better. I was with someone who liked my fur, although O often teased me that he would take his shaver and give my body hair a close crop. At that time the only bit of bodygrooming I regularly did was to shave my ballsack. As Dr. Evil said: "There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking".

Guy #1 received a message from the other guy who was going to join our group that night. It turned out he was free, and wanted to know if it was too late to join in. Guy #1 asked if we minded adding another to our party. JM said he didn't mind, and neither did I. As I said, it should be up to O as it was his place. O agreed.

Guy #1 dressed and left to pick up the other guy, Y. He only lived 10 minutes away, but lived with his boyfriend, who had no idea that Y was carrying on with Guy #1. Y's boyfriend was working late, leaving him free to join us.

It was left to O and me to entertain JM in Guy #1's absence. Standing up, we sandwiched him between our bodies. O was in front of him, kissing his mouth, as I stood behind him, kissing his neck and running my hands down the sides of his torso. We soon lost our underwear, and were in for a pleasant surprise. JM had a nice piece of meat dangling between his legs. At least 8.5 inches uncut.

While O worked on that lovetool with his fantastic oral talents. I applied mine to his rear end. I got down onto my knees and kissed at his cheeks. I parted them and was in for another surprise. His buttcrack was filled with thick brown hair. My hairless twink wasn't so hairless. I licked at his crack, and the hair ran across my tongue. My tongue quickly worked its way to the hairless centre of his anus, and JM gasped when I zoomed on his hole.

I remained on my knees as O and JM stood over me and fed me their cocks. I had two large pieces on manflesh to play with, one uncut and new, the other cut and very familiar. I relished each one, moving back and forth between the two as O and JM made out above me.

Guy #1 returned with Y in tow. Y was a young man from the Philippines. Small with delicate features and a hairless, compact body. As O, JM and I were completely naked, Guy #1 and Y wasted no time in joining us in that state.

Y lay out on the bed, and I joined him. I enjoyed Y very much. He was a good kisser, and had very sexy lips. While I made out with him, Guy #1, O and JM enjoyed each other. I took Y into my mouth and sucked him off and licked his hairless balls, while O kissed him.

Over the next few hours, we all changed partners and positions, and we all had fun kissing, licking and sucking each other. As usual with our group sessions, there was no fucking. At one point, seeing how much I was reveling in the new manflesh on offer, O jokingly called me a slut. I playfully slapped his ass. Though he was right, I embraced my inner slut that night.

Our little fivesome ended with Y on the bed, furiously jerking himself off. JM was kneeling on the edge of the bed, jacking off while Guy #1 was standing behind him, kissing him and rubbing his erection into JM's back. I was kneeling on the bed, facing JM and Guy #1. O was behind me, his cock in between my buttcheeks, running up and down my crack. JM was watching us intently. I guess from his viewpoint, it looked as though O was fucking me!

JM's sizable cock was jutting out in front of his body, facing me. I was in lust with that cock, and wanted to take it into my mouth again. I lost count on how many times I had that cock slide in between my lips and over my tongue that night, but I wanted it one more time.

I made a move forward to suck JM's cock again, but was restrained by O's arms holding me tight. I struggled, the lust for JM's one eyed monster clouding my mind. But, the more I struggled, the tighter O's hold became, and he was strong. I was going nowhere fast. From JM's viewpoint it looked as O was fucking me senseless, and I was trying to get away. It must have pushed him over the edge, and he shot his load.

Since I was right in front of JM, his thick ropes of semen splattered onto my body, and I was showered in his cum. I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath and he saw the cum hit my body, and JM apologised for shooting on me. I said not to worry, and I meant it. It awoke a something inside me. The force and the ferocity of the cum hitting my body that was such a turn on. To this day, one of my fantasies is to have a group of guys cum all over me.

JM, spent, got up and was directed to the en suite by O. JM quickly cleaned himself up, dressed, made his excuses, and left. While I showered JM's cum off my body, Guy #1, Y and O quickly reached their own orgasms. Guy #1 and Y cleaned up in the main bathroom and left together so Guy #1 could drop Y off before his boyfriend returned home. Guy #1 headed home himself, but texted me later that night to say how much he enjoyed the group session and the both JM and Y enjoyed it too. I helped O straighten up his bedroom, and we had a quick make out session before he dropped me off at home.

I hadn't cum yet, so alone in my bedroom, I relived the events of the fivesome, and shot my load, unfortunately into a tissue, before falling asleep.

O texted me early the next morning, saying he had woken up that morning with a hard on because of me. The night before he had caught a glimpse of me showering in his bathroom, and the thought of my naked, wet body had filtered into his subconscious mind as he slept. I texted him back saying that I would be happy to hop into his shower anytime he wanted, and maybe next time he could join me.

O and I continued seeing each other regularly for a few months afterwards. We had a few more threesomes with Guy #1, but they petered out when Guy #1 took his female partner away on holiday for the summer. Arranging time to meet O also became increasingly difficult. We were both busy with work, and although we texted each other and sent each other instant messages, we failed to meet up again until two years later.

Guy #1 and I haven't met since, although we are still in contact, and he wants to meet up again. I never saw JM or Y again.

The Story Of O

I met O as part of the threesome I had with him and Guy #1. Over the next few months the three of us would meet up regularly, and as a result O and I grew closer. O is a year younger than me, with sexy dark eyes, pouting lips and a firm, toned body.

One Wednesday afternoon, a few months after our regular threesomes started, we again met up to have some fun. Like always, I arrived at O's place with Guy #1. That day, Guy #1 was only free for a few hours, so he eventually had to leave. I had the rest of the day free, and so did O, so we decided that I would stay, and the two of us could continue our fun. Later that night, when Guy #1 texted me to say how hot the three of us were together, I replied that I was still at O's, and that we hadn't left the bedroom.

Partly because Guy #1 couldn't always get away to join us, O and I began to meet by ourselves. O lived about 10 minutes walk from where I worked, so on days when he finished work early, we would arrange for me to go over straight after my workday finished. Occasionally, we would take the day off together and spend it the majority of time in his bed.

Sex with O was always fantastic. He's a great kisser, fantastic at giving head, and has such a sexy ass. We would kiss, and suck and rim each other every chance we got. I loved having his long, thick, cut cock in my mouth. I remember how he would gasp whenever I teased the underside of his cock with my tongue, and I would take great delight in hearing him moan with pleasure when I ran my tongue over his smooth hole.

It was during one such rimming session when O said he wanted me to fuck him. As a threesome, O, Guy #1 and I never fucked each other, so this was something new to enjoy. I lay on my back and watched as he rolled a condom onto my dick and then straddled me. He slowly lowered himself onto my cock and rode me for a while. Later I fucked him as he lay on his stomach, and then doggie style.

From then on we added fucking to our repertoire, but only when it was the two of us. He did try fucking me once, but being an anal virgin, I was too tight and he couldn't penetrate me. So, when we fucked, I always topped him.

Our threesomes with Guy #1 continued, taking place every few weeks or so. Guy #1, horndog that he is, kept on trying to add more to our number, which resulted in us having a fivesome one evening (an encounter I will write about in a future post).

Three Minus One

The threesome that formed between Guy #1, O and myself worked well. We had fun kissing, sucking and enjoying each others bodies. However, when the opportunity arose to have Guy #1 all to myself again, I took it.

Guy #1 invited me over to his place one weekday morning, when he had the place to himself. As I have mentioned he is bi, and has a female partner, so he couldn't usually accommodate and our meeting had to be discrete.

We again met at the train station, and he drove me to his house. We kissed as soon as he shut his front door, and he led me up to his bedroom. I was very aware that I was about to have sex with him in the same bed he shared with his partner.

We kissed as we stripped off our clothes. I ran my hands over his muscular footballers body, and I enjoyed the feeling of his muscles under his soft skin. He was as sexy as when we first met. No wonder he could have all the cock he wanted, and he got a lot of action.

We slipped in between the sheets, kissing and fondling each other. I moved down, kissing his neck, down his chest, moving to my prize jutting up from between his legs. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked.

I lapped up the precum flowing from his slit. Nectar to my taste buds. I licked at his balls, sucking each one into my mouth before moving back to his cock. Looking up, I could see his face, eyes closed, his lips spread into a smile. I loved the expression on his face, all because of me.

He wanted to return the favour, so we switched positions and he took my cock into his mouth. I had my hands resting on his sexy shaved head, and guided him around my groin. It felt so good. We eventually ended up in the 69 position, and feasted on each other.

We were lying on our sides on top of his bed. While he sucked my cock, I moved my mouth from his hard dick, over his balls and towards his ass. I aimed my tongue at his hole and licked away. I felt him moan around my cock, and the vibrations felt amazing.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with me sitting on his lap facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed as we rubbed each others cocks. He wanted to fuck me, but didn't have any condoms. I knew I had some in my work bag, which I had left by his door when we arrived, but I didn't say anything. I had never been fucked before, and Guy #1 had a thick cock. I knew if we tried, it would hurt like hell.

Instead we jerked and sucked each other into a satisfying, sticky climax. We showered, dressed, and had one final kiss before we left his place and he dropped me off where we met earlier that day. The next day we met up with O, and the three of us resumed our fun.

Three's Company

Back to documenting my past sexual exploits. After my final roll in the sack with Mr Silver, it was approximately 6 months before I slept with anyone again. And what better way to make up for lost time than by having a threesome, right?

It was January 2006, the New Year celebrations were fading into a distant memory, and I felt like I had to get back out there. Being a creature of habit, I returned to my old cruising ground: the gay chatline.

There was a profile that I recognised right away. He was using the same profile message. I felt a thrill of excitement as I heard his voice and I knew I had to send him a reply. I sent him a casual "hi, how's things" message. He was surprised to hear from me, given the abrupt end to our previous relationship, but we sent messages back and forth that night and both agreed that it would good to see each other again. That's how Guy #1 came back in my life.

He was still with his female partner, so he couldn't host. Neither could I. Instead he came up with the idea of going over to a friends place one evening where the three of us could have a little fun together. I was feeling adventurous, and I wanted to see Guy #1 again, so I agreed.

We planned to meet at the same train station as our first meeting, and then he would drive us to his friends home. It was late evening, and there was a chill in the air. I waited till he drove up to the car park, and then slipped into the passenger seat of his car. Off we drove, chatting away. I was nervous, but being with Guy #1 put me at ease.

We arrived at his friends building and he buzzed us in. We walked up to his apartment, Guy #1 knocked on the door and we waited. O opened the door and invited us inside. We said hello and O led us straight to his bedroom, Guy #1 and O chatting as we went. We stood around for a minute, then it was decided that we should get started.

Guy #1 kissed me deeply, and I reciprocated while O watched. When we broke the kiss we looked over at O. I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips, kissing him as deeply as I had kissed Guy #1 moments earlier. From the other side of the room I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath. The last time Guy #1 and I had met I was shy and nervous, so my bold manoeuvre took him by surprise. He was clearly turned on at what was happening in front of him, and we motioned for him to join us. Guy #1 and O kissed, then we all got naked.

I found myself on my knees, sucking one cock than the other, moving back and fourth between the two men in front of me. O is cut, in contrast to both Guy #1 and myself who both have our foreskin intact. This was the first time I sucked on a cut dick. O was wearing a cockring, and it made his cock huge. I struggled to take him as deeply into my mouth as I would have liked.

Guy #1's cock was just as beautiful as I remembered. I relished him in my mouth. This was the first cock I ever sucked, and one I was happy to familiarise myself with again. I fulfilled a little fantasy that night, to have two cocks in my mouth at the same time. My lips stretched around the two large members in my mouth, my tongue dancing between the two, licking at each head. Each of us took turns on our knees while the two standing would busy themselves making out and exploring each others bodies.

We ended up in many different positions that night, sucking and being sucked, forming a daisy chain, having two mouths sucking on our cocks at the same time. I enjoyed sucking their balls into my mouth and giving them a good spit soak. Later, Guy #1 and I made out on the bed while O rimmed him. I turned around under Guy #1 so I could suck his cock, and he sucked mine, mirroring the 69 we had the first time we slept together. This was while he was being rimmed by O. We were all hot and sweaty and horny for each other.

I was in heaven when both men decided to hold me down to lick and suck my very sensitive nipples. It was the most amazing feeling, to have two mouths on you at the same time. We all lay back on the bed and jerked off to completion, then we cleaned up and dressed and it was time to leave. I kissed O lightly as I left and thanked him for having me over that evening. As Guy #1 dropped me off we talked about what had transpired that evening, and we both expressed a desire to do that again.

On returning home I sent a text to Guy #1 to tell him how much fun I had, and that I was glad that we decided to meet up again. I didn't have a mobile number for O, so I asked Guy #1 to relay to O how much I enjoyed being with the both of them, and that I would be willing to do it again sometime, and one month later we all met up again.

Over the next few months I had regular threesomes with Guy #1 and O. We usually met in the evenings, although we did have the occasional afternoon meet when we all had the day off together. Over that time O and I began to grow closer and developed a friendship that still lasts to this day. The three of us enjoyed our three-way relationship, and even invited a few more people into the bed.

No Longer Hairy, But Still Horny!

Yesterday I did something that I haven't done in a year. I manscaped. I cropped my body hair. I don't know why I did it. I had the electric shaver in my hand to tidy up my pubic region, and it went from there.

After grooming my front garden, I took care of my pits. I don't use a razor, my skin is too sensitive and razorburn can be a bitch, not to mention ingrowing hairs. Instead I put the smallest comb on the shaver so that when the hair is cut it leaves a little behind.

Looking in the mirror, I thought that the hair on my abdomen could do with a trim, then the hair on my chest. By now I noticed the discrepancy between my shaved top half and my still hairy bottom half, so I had to clip the hair from my legs and my butt, and finally the hair creeping up the small of my back. As you can tell I'm quite the furry monster.

It took the best part of two hours to do this, twisting my body into awkward positions to get the last patches of hair. I finished by trimming the hair between my crack with scissors. Then it was straight into the shower to wash off the bits of hair stuck to my skin, and to shave my sack.

So here I am, practically hairless from the neck down, just a patch of trimmed hair above my cock. It feels a little strange to be hair free. The feeling of my clothes rubbing across my exposed skin is a little distracting, especially across my very sensitive nipples.

Total manscaping is not something I do often, but it's nice to mix it up every once in a while.

Mirror, Mirror

On Wednesday morning my cellphone buzzed as it received a text message from the Mirror Man. He had the day free and wanted me to know he was horny. We had been trying to arrange a meet for a few weeks, but our schedules never matched up.

I was at work at the time, but I only had to work until 12pm, so I let him know that I could meet. He lives in the centre of the city, a few minutes walk from my workplace, so by 12.05 I was waiting outside his building. He let me in and I followed him through the maze of corridors up to his apartment, my cock beginning to swell in anticipation. He had been hitting the gym since our last encounter, a fact he proudly hinted at while we chatted about how long it had been since we met. He was muscular, but not overdeveloped, which to me is perfect.

The Mirror Man and I have met a few times before, but it had been 18 months since we last had sex. As I'm going through my past sexual encounters chronologically, there will be a few stories to go before I recount my first meeting with him.

We entered his place and stripped off down to our boxers. I'm sure he put on a little show for me as he removed his clothes slowly and stretched out on his bed. I joined him and we made out. Our tongues danced around each other as we kissed hard. I sucked on his tongue while rubbing my crotch against his. I know that guys who are into the gym like having their bodies worshiped, a reward for all those hours pumping iron, so I massaged his pecs and played with his nipples. I had forgotten just how sensitive this area of his body is, so I took great delight in teasing each nub with my fingers, running my tongue over them and sucking them into my mouth.

I ended up sitting on his chest, rubbing his nipples between my fingers while I would tease him by leaning in for a kiss, but holding my head just out of reach. He would force my head down to his and we would kiss with intensity. The bulge in the front of my boxers was evident, and he wanted a peak inside.

He slipped his hands down the waistband and pulled the shorts down, and my cock sprang forth. He rubbed the shaft in his hand for a while before I got up and slid the underwear down my legs and took them off, not an easy task when standing on a wobbly mattress. I returned to my previous position, holding my erect cock just out of reach of his waiting mouth and slowly jerking off. He had to lean his head to take me into his mouth. I let out a low moan when he did, the warm wetness of his mouth felt good, and it had been a long time since I had been sucked. I wanted to push my entire length down his throat, but he held my cock in place with one hand as he sucked.

Eventually we had him out of his underwear and lying on his stomach. I was between his legs, massaging the twin fleshy mounds of his ass. I pushed them apart to reveal his puckered hole. It looked too tempting a treat not to, so I dove in, tongue first. He let out a deep moan, my move totally unexpected. He squirmed a little as I feasted on his hole, licking and sucking and probing the puckered orifice with the tip of my tongue. He shifted around so we were in the 69 position and took my cock into his mouth. I licked down, past his perineum, to his balls and sucked one, and then the other, into my mouth.

Later he was on his stomach again with my index finger up his ass. I used the fleshy part of my hand to massage his perineum, and his moans told me he was having a good time. He turned over and played with himself as I straddled his chest again and he sucked my cock once more. He used the stubble on his chin to scratch at the sensitive underside of my cockhead. In our texts to each other he expressed the desire for me to cum on his face. I asked if he wanted me to cum, but he wanted to be fucked instead so he got off the bed and handed me a condom to put on while he lubed up his hole.

When he straddled my crotch he asked me to go easy on him as he hadn't been fucked in ages. I held the base of my cock as he guided it to his hole and the head popped in easily enough. He slid down my shaft slowly and paused when he bottomed out. I could feel the heat of his insides on my cock, even through the condom. I leaned back onto the mattress, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of him riding my cock. Before long he was bouncing up and down, making his rickety bed creak with each movement.

He wanted me to fuck him on his gym equipment, so we positioned ourselves doggie style on his bench press and went at it again, both of us holding onto the metal bar for leverage. Then it was back to fucking on the bed, him on his back with his legs in the air, then back to the bench press but this time me on my back and him riding my cock again. However this last position wasn't very comfortable so we moved to the floor of his bedroom in front of the large floor to ceiling mirror. Every time we had sex, we would end up fucking on the floor in front of his mirror, hence the name I've given him on this blog.

He rode my cock again, fucking with intensity, but on one upstroke my cock escaped his hole. His bodyweight slammed down, my cock missed his hole and I winced in pain. I've heard of guys fracturing their cocks during sex, the delicate blood vessels rupturing from coital misalignment, and I was afraid that it could have happened to me. We both got up and I massaged some life back into my cock. There was no crippling pain so I knew there was no damage. We resumed fucking, him on his stomach with me lying on his back. I used the wooden frame of his bed as leverage and fucked him as hard as I could, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears as I did so.

He said he couldn't take anymore pounding, and wanted to cum, so after pulling off the condom and putting it onto a tissue, I got him on his back, jerking himself off while my cock was pushed between his lips. While he sucked, I lightly played with his nipples, until he shot ropes of cum on himself. Finishing with a few more playful flicks on his nipples, I got up and went into his bathroom to shower and dress. I fixed my hair while he showered, we said our goodbyes and I left, retracing my steps through the maze of corridors of his building to the front door.

The Inbetweeners

Two sexual encounters, both what I call a "one time only". They took place in between the time I had the fight with Mr Silver, which broke us up, and the drunk text which led to me ending up back in his bed.

The first was while I was in another city attending a job interview. As the interview was scheduled for the morning, it left me the afternoon to play before I caught the train back to my home city.

It was almost lunchtime by the time the interview process was over. Afterwards, I walked through the city centre to the bar where C and I had arranged to meet. We had never seen each other face to face, only chatted on the phone and texted each other almost a year earlier. When I knew the interview was going to be held in his city, I sent a text to C, mainly to see if he remembered me. He didn't, but when I explained who I was, how he gave me his number and that I was going to be in his city soon, his interest perked up and he wanted to meet.

I walked into the bar and stood in the doorway waiting for my eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight outside to the dim interior of the bar. He was in his early 30's, blond hair flecked with strands of grey, blue eyes and a cute smile. We had a drink at the bar, then decided to go back to his place.

We kissed on his couch then moved over to his bedroom where we engaged in more kissing as I stripped out of my suit and he out of his clothes. We laid out on his bed where I immediately went for his cock. No bigger than five inches but perfect for sucking. His eyes went wide when I straddled his abdomen and rubbed his cock in between my ass cheeks. He must have thought it was a prelude to me sitting on his cock raw, and I must admit the thought did cross my mind. Instead I moved up to sit on his chest and fed him my cock. We ended up in the 69 position, he came as I jerked him off and then I shot my load over his chest. I showered, dressed and left his place just in time to catch my train home.

By the way, I jot the job I interviewed for.

The second took place in a hotel room in my home city. B worked as a chef in the hotel kitchen. Because the kitchen staff worked odd hours, they often slept in the unbooked rooms between shifts. B was between shifts and had a room, but he was in no mood to sleep.

He sent me a text saying he was horny, and as I had the day off, I went over to meet him. I texted him when I arrived outside the hotel, and he sent me his room number. Within a minute I was in his room and we were kissing. He was a few years younger than me, dark hair cropped close, black eyes and deep black skin covering his smooth body.

In mere moments we were both naked, his hands exploring my furry body as I ran my hands down his back towards the firm mounds of his buttocks. I pushed him onto the bed and fell on top of him. I was definitely in a dominant mood that day. I nipped at his nipples and teased his lips with my teeth while I ground my hard on into his. I moved down to his hardness and slipped it into my mouth, rolling his balls in my hand as I did so, his flesh was there for my pleasure.

I flipped onto my back. He tried to reciprocate the nipple play but I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to my throbbing cock. He took the hint and sucked my cock into his mouth. He jerked himself off as he sucked me. I moved my hands up to his head, pushing his head down further onto my cock. He gagged a little, I eased my grip and he kept on sucking. His jerking became faster and he shot his load onto the hotel sheets with my cock still down his throat.

I took up my, now standard, finishing position, straddling his abdomen and jerking my cock till I shot. The first volley struck the headboard and the rest sprayed over his chest. I got up, washed, dressed and left.

Oral Fixation

Freud first suggested the idea of oral fixation as part of his four stages of psychosexual development. The mouth is one of our earliest pleasure centers and as infants its how we explore the world, so the stage of development where infants put things into their mouths is known as the oral stage. The theory goes that people can become "stuck" in this stage of mental development, and it manifests itself in adults as an obsession with stimulating the mouth.

In many ways my mouth is as important a sexual organ as my penis. I love to kiss, it revs up my libido and gets me in the mood for sex. Guys who don't kiss are a real turn off, and I've enjoyed sex less with guys who refuse to kiss. I love to lick, and nibble, and suck and playfully bite all over. Earlobes, necks, chests, torsos, crotches and legs. All are fair game.

Then there are the main erogenous zones. Nipples, cocks, balls and asses. Each one a feast, to be lingered over and savoured. I like to flick my tongue over the nipple, getting that little nub hard before gently biting, followed by a few soothing licks. Balls are there to be given a tongue bath, sucking one, or maybe both, into the mouth. The ass, fleshy and soft, perfect to gently bite before diving into the crack, probing with the tongue until that sweet spot is found. The taste of male flesh a delight.

Then there is the cock, my first love. Hard flesh surrounded by soft skin. My tongue skittering across its length, tracing the veins with the tip, lapping at the precum oozing from the slit before taking the head into my mouth and sucking. The taste of cock and precum flooding my tastebuds. Then taking the entire length inside, filling my mouth, where it belongs.

So yes, maybe I am orally fixated, but I know how to satisfy my cravings.

Third Time's The Charm

It started off a few weeks ago, with MG placing an ad on a Craiglist type site to which I responded. He's a top guy who wanted to get back into bottoming again and as such wanted to be rimmed, fingered and eventually fucked. How could I turn down an offer like that?

After two failed attempts, we finally got to meet up yesterday. Even though I only had a half hour to meet him, I wanted to taste his ass.

He was kind of nervous and wanted to keep things as discreet as possible, to the extent that when I entered his apartment the curtains were drawn and the rooms dimly illuminated. He said that he found first meetings awkward and asked what I wanted to do. I said as he was planning on being the bottom, it was up to him. I would go as far as he wanted.

His shyness meant that when we started kissing, it was tentative. My tongue probed his mouth, but his tongue did not reach out meet mine. I was a little disappointed, but instead used the tip of my tongue to lick his lips and the sensitive skin inside his mouth, which he liked.

He led me to the bedroom, and spent time fiddling with the lights, trying to get the right amount of dull light out of his bedside lamp. Then he mentally debated the bed coverings, before opting to remove the duvet all together. Eventually he came back to where I stood and we kissed again. He pawed at the bulge in my jeans, meanwhile I was trying to unbutton his pants.

We stripped off our tops, and I gasped as his cold hands touched my exposed skin when he wrapped his arms around me to kiss me again. His hands went back to my bulge and tried to get into my pants, so I unbuckled my belt and lowered my jeans to the floor, all the while still wearing my boots. He pawed at my growing erection through the thin material of my boxers.

I knew I had to get things moving, time was ticking away and I had to get going soon. I whispered in his ear if he would like to be rimmed and he nodded. He slipped of his pants and boxers and got on all fours onto the bed.

There it was, his ass, presented to me like a feast waiting to be devoured. He was in shape and had quite a meaty ass on him. I said that if it was too much or he didn't like what was happening, he could say so and I would stop.

I pushed his cheeks apart, and by now my eyes had adjusted to the gloom and I could see his hole. I leaned in and licked with the flat of my tongue. He tasted clean. I licked again, this time up and down in a continuous motion, making his hole slick with my saliva. He gasped and moaned as I did this. I love eating out a nice clean ass.

I ran my index finger over the spit soaked sphincter, before slowly pushing in. I could feel the warmth of his insides. I pulled out my finger and replaced it with my tongue, this time darting it in and out of his hole.

I alternated between tongue and finger, and then wanted to open him up more. I slipped in my middle finger, withdrew it and immediately replaced it with my index finger, withdrew that and put my middle finger back inside him. By doing this in rapid succession, I was able to get both fingers inside him before long. Now the fun really began. I held my fingers still whilst I rubbed his perineum with my thumb.

I pushed my fingers in with a bit more force, pushing down onto his prostate as I did this. All the rimming has made his hole wet, but I added a bit of KY jelly into the mix to make it as comfortable for him as possible. I asked if he was okay, and he said he loved it. As I finger fucked him, his hole started making a squelching noise. I probed his ass with my fingers, eventually getting them in to the third knuckle.

He turned his body so that he was lying on his back, all the while with my fingers inside him. I fingered him with abandon, again pushing against his prostate. My dick was hard and leaking precum into my boxers. He was on the verge of shooting his load, but he asked me to stop, so I did, holding my fingers still inside him.

After he regained his composure I resumed finger fucking him. The air was filled with the sound of my fingers squelching in his ass, the creak of the bed, and his moans of delight. I leaned in and began licking his balls, staring up into his eyes as I did so. With my free hand I jerked him off, and again I had to stop when he was about to shoot again.

The need to shoot abated, and I resumed my oral and digital ministrations. I traced the infinity symbol over his balls with my tongue, while rubbing the sensitive underside of his cock head with my thumb of one hand and fingering his ass with the other. I licked at the shaft of his cock, and then back down to his balls as he took over jerking off his cock.

My fingering increased and he said he was going to cum. I kept on fingering him and could feel his ass start to clamp down on my fingers. His hole became tighter as he shot his load onto his abdomen.

After he came, I held my fingers still. I asked if he was ready for me to remove my fingers, and breathlessly he nodded. I ever so slowly pulled my fingers out of him. I slid my body next to his and kissed him. He was a little hesitant again, probably because of where my tongue had been, but we kissed anyway.

He tried to jerk me off, slipping my boxers down and handling my cock, but I wasn't feeling it. I need a specific touch to get me to cum, and he didn't have it. We chatted and I learned that he is bi, and in a relationship with a guy, who he tops, and that's why he had to keep things discreet. He asked if fingering and rimming was all I was willing to do, and I said I do like to fuck too, but I thought it best to take it slowly with him, which was partly true, I also didn't have the time to fuck him.

He said he was surprised that I was single, and said I was very good looking, which boosted my ego no end. I told him I thought he was cute too, and I would like to meet up with him again. As we talked, he maneuvered me onto my back, and straddled my cock, which was still hard, but back in my boxers.

I could have fucked him right there, but I knew I had to get going. We dressed, which for me was simply a matter of pulling my jeans up from my still booted ankles and putting my top back on. I used his bathroom to wash my hands and he walked me out.

I texted him later and asked if he enjoyed himself. He replied that he did and that he had never been fingered or rimmed like that before, and was still feeling the effects. He is definitely up for meeting again, on the sly, as he puts it. and I would like the opportunity to fuck his ass.