Sucked and Swallowed

April 2014


I'm sitting on a leather couch. My jeans and underwear are around my ankles, and there's a man on his knees between my legs. The CumSucker is in his early 50's, 6'2" tall and has a face that reminds me of Ron Perlman. His voice is deep and gravelly, and he's telling me how much he has looked forward to sucking my cock.

He takes me into his mouth and sucks me to hardness. The size, girth and the fact I have a foreskin meet with his approval. When he runs the tip of his tongue from my sack all the way up my shaft it sends waves of delight shivering through my body.

For the next half an hour I let him work on my cock. He suckles the head, working his tongue around the foreskin. At times I take control, fucking his face, my hands holding his head in position. Sometimes I jack my cock as he sucks, other times I work his nipples through his shirt. They are the size of large pencil erasers, and every time I twist and pull, I am rewarded with the CumSucker working my cock with more gusto.

He tells me he wants my cum. I take to jacking the base of my cock as he suckles the head. The sensations feel amazing and my balls start to rise. I let him know that I'm ready to cum and as he feels the first spurt leave my cock, his sucking intensifies.

I can cum a lot, and as this was my first ejaculation of the day, the volume was considerable. Ten spurts into his mouth and down his throat. As the wave of orgasm passes, I milk the last drops of cum from my cock and let him lick them off the tip.

A quick wash up in his bathroom and I'm out the door, the pleasant ache post orgasm emanating from my junk.

Reciprocal Rimming

September 2013

My summer with Mr Scruff was coming to an end. Once a fortnight or so we would meet up, kiss, lick and suck each other to orgasm, then spend time relaxing, naked in each others arms.

However the start of the academic year was approaching, and he would be back at work full time, putting paid to our weekday trysts.

The final time we met up happened to be a balmy September morning. I enjoyed the tree-lined walk to Mr Scruff's place, eagerly anticipating what was to come (or should that be cum). As always, I sent him a text to signal my arrival. He opened the side gate to let me in, and we exchanged pleasantries as we walked around to the rear entrance and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Soon, after kissing, getting naked and moving onto the bed, I found myself between Mr Scruff's legs, sucking on his sizable cock. My mouth engulfed his hardness. My tongue swirled around the head, savoring the taste of his precum. I took his balls into my mouth, knowing how much he enjoyed that during our time together.

He spread his legs apart, allowing me access to his hole. My tongue headed towards his pucker, and I spend an enjoyably long time rimming him. As my tongue probed his hole, I grew erect and I rubbed my cock against the mattress, wishing I was fucking him instead. Sadly, Mr Scruff was a top, so it was unlikely to happen.

With his hole wet with my saliva, I began to rub it with my fingers. Knowing how tight he was down there, I very gently inserted the tip of the little finger of my left hand into his puckered ring. I made slow in and out movements. With time more and more of my finger worked its way inside him, until it was all the way inside. I could feel the nub of his prostate in his anal canal. By now, Mr Scruff had his cock in his hand and was jacking off furiously. My mouth busied itself licking at his balls, and my finger had begun to move faster inside him, building up to a tempo that eventually had him shooting his load all over himself.

I, very slowly, pulled my finger out. As I washed up in the sink in the corner of the room I noticed an object on one of the lower shelves. A prostate massager. Curved black silicone, tapered at one end with a bullet vibrator on the other. I wondered if weeks of me rimming his hole had opened him up to exploring anal play. I wished he had shown it to me earlier, I would have love to have used it on him.

I knew Mr Scruff liked rimming too, but had never rimmed me before. I got back on the bed, on my back, and let him blow me. As the blow job progressed, I lifted my legs onto the air. My hairy hole exposed, ready for his tongue. He took the opportunity, and I enjoyed my ass being eaten.

He tried to get a finger inside me, but I had to stop him. While I enjoy a good licking, anything else probing my hole is a no no. He resumes rimming me, and I yield to the sensation once more. I'm hard and start jacking my meat as I get tongued. It all becomes too much, and I shoot my load.

I pull him up to me, and we share a kiss, tasting each other as we do so.

That was the last time we met. Both busy with work, our schedules never seemed to sync up. We still chatted online occasionally, and months later he asked if I would like to top him sometime, my reply to which was an enthusiastic yes. However the meeting never transpired, and we lost contact.

I still have fond memories of our time together. My summer of sex with Mr Scruff.

Insatiable Part 3

After we clean up the cum, Mr Scruff and I lie back down on the bed. We spend the next half an hour naked in each others arms, chatting. We chat about work, books, movies and other inconsequential subjects. He looks adorable with his little scruffy beard and mop of curly hair.

I feel oddly comfortable in his presence, and soon our talk is interspersed with kissing and light stroking. I lick at his nipples, small and pink against his milky skin. I run my hands over his body, smooth in places, hairy in others. I grow hard again, and I take him once more into my mouth. I suck him gently, running the tip of my tongue over the head. I can taste the remnants of his cum, and I swallow greedily. He begins to grow hard in my mouth, and soon we are in the 69 position.

As he sucks, I can feel his hands running up and down the fur covering the small of my back and my buttocks. I wonder if he is getting off on how hairy I am. His fingers enter my crack, and brush my hairy pucker. He's testing the waters, seeing if I'll allow him access to my ass. I take his hand and put it back on my butt, and he gets the message.

Soon I am on my back and Mr Scruff has both of our cocks in hand. He wanks us simultaneously, our foreskins moving in unison over the heads of our dicks. The view looks good from my position. I take myself in hand and jerk myself to climax looking up at him. He hands me the towel and I clean up again.

Instead of cumming, Mr Scruff moves next to me on the bed and we spoon. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. We indulge in a light snooze, our naked bodies pressed together bathed in the light of the warm afternoon sun streaming in through the window.

I had spent over two hours in the company of Mr Scruff, and it was soon time for me to leave. We kiss after emerging from our nap, and maneuver ourselves into a position where I am on top of him. I am hard again, and I straddle his chest. He slowly wanks my cock, and calls me insatiable, amazed that I can get hard again even though I've already cum twice. He takes my cock into his mouth and gives me a slow suck. I relish the sensation, but my time with him is running out. With reluctance we clean up and dress. He gives my ass a playful squeeze as I put my clothes on. 

A final kiss, and I am out the door. That day marked the beginning of my summer of sex with Mr Scruff.

Insatiable Part 2

July 2013

 We're both in a state of undress. My makeout session with Mr Scruff had quickly lead to us pulling clothes off each other in between the kissing and groping. I break from the kiss to pull his underwear down, and I find myself on my knees in front of his hardening member. What other choice do I have but to take him into my mouth?

He grows in hardness as I suck. It had been almost a year since I had cock and it felt so good having him inside my mouth. As I suck, I run my hands over his thighs, his legs made muscular through cycling.He pulls me up and we kiss deeply, and then he gets to his knees, pulls down my trunks and gives me head.

He's good. He works my cock with his mouth and tongue, expertly sucking my meat. I rest my hands on his head, fingers entwined in a mess of curly dark blond hair. More to steady myself during the blowjob than to guide his head. My knees feel as they could buckle at any moment. I pull him up, and we kiss again. I can taste myself in his mouth.

He walks me backwards towards his bed, our movement is awkward and we fall onto the mattress with him on top of me. We kiss, long and deep, and he moves so he can grip both of our cocks in one hand. 

Two cocks, both of similar size, both uncut, his pale pink next to my chocolate brown, jacked off simultaneously. It was a sight to see.

I need him back in my mouth again, so we switch positions and I spend the next ten minutes or so sucking his cock and licking his furry balls. When he is ready to cum, we swap positions and he splatters his warm, wet seed onto my furry abdomen. He apologises immediately, say he was so turned on that he couldn't help cumming on me. I reassured him that I was fine with it, and he got off the bed to fetch a towel with which we cleaned ourselves up.

It was my turn to cum. He asked how I would like to shoot my load, and I said I wanted to eat him out. A quizzical look crossed his face, you see Mr Scruff is a top, and while he liked to eat ass, I don't think he was ever on the receiving end, plus I guess in his mind being rimmed was a prelude to being fucked.

He does agree, and maneuvers himself so he is on all fours above me, his head facing my feet, and then lowers his ass towards my mouth. I have a hand on each cheek and slowly push them apart to reveal a surprisingly hairy hole. Mr Scruff doesn't have much body hair. A little blond fluff in his pits and covering his legs, and a sparse covering on the center of his chest. The densest is his pubic thatch, dark blond like the hair on his head. It starts at his crotch, runs around his balls and up his crack, the cheeks being relatively hairless.

I run my tongue through that fur very slowly. I hear him gasp, and it make me smile. My tongue has found his special spot, and I lovingly lick at it. He moans with each pass of my tongue and I can tell he is getting into it. He has now spread his legs wide, allowing my now free hands to attend to my own needs. I jerk my cock, which has grown hard from the rimming I am performing. I wank with my right hand, my left is on the small of his back, pushing him down closer to my salivating mouth. 

I am so turned on eating his ass that I cum hard. My body sprayed with spunk for the second time that day. Though that's not the last time I'd have to mop up cum from my body.

Craving

I've already cum twice today, and still I'm so horny.

I have the urge to suck cock, to bury my face in a guys crotch and inhale the scent of his sex, to lick, nibble and suck at his flesh, feel his hardness in my mouth and taste the nectar of his precum as it sides over my tongue. Hearing him moan as I find his sensitive spots, teasing him with my mouth, working him up to his sweet orgasmic release.

I am so hard right now.

A Tasty Midday Snack

July 2012

The midday sun blazed in the sky as I arrived outside the Mirror Man's building. He opened the main door, and within a minute we were in his apartment making out.

The coarse hair of his stubble bruised my lips and the skin around my mouth, which was still a little sore from shaving that morning. Not that it stopped me, I kissed back hungrily, sucking his tongue into my mouth as though it contained the very air I needed to stay alive.

My clothes were quickly removed, until I stood before him in my underwear. He knelt before me shirtless and proceeded to suck my cock through my trunks, though soon enough they joined my other clothes on his bedroom floor, and my cock found its way inside his mouth.

We ended up on the bed and went back to kissing with the same ferocity as before. I maneuvered myself on top of him and proceeded to kiss his body, finding a particularly sensitive spot where jawline meets neck. I kissed his chest, licked his nipples, feasting on the flesh presented to my hungry mouth.

I removed his shorts to find him freeballing, and hard. I resumed kissing him before licking and kissing my way down his torso till I ended up at his groin. I ran my tongue over his hairy nutsack before sucking one, then the other of his egg sized balls into my mouth. My hand went up to his cock, and I slowly jerked him off as I sucked.

I licked up the shaft of his cock till I reached the head, savoring the taste of his precum oozing from the slit, before sucking gently on the head. I took as much of his cock as I could, aiming the tip to the soft palate at the back of my mouth, while my tongue went to work massaged the underside of his cock.

It felt good to have a cock on my mouth once more.

Next on my taste tour of his anatomy was his taint. He spread his legs, allowing my tongue access to his hole. He moaned loudly as my tongue found his ass, and soon I had him flipped over, on his hands and knees, pressing his ass to my hungry mouth.

The fleshy mounds of his ass felt good in my hands as I pulled them apart to allow me access to his hole. I licked and tongued at the delicate pink pucker, wetting it with my spit. I worked up a wad of saliva in my mouth before letting it trail out of my mouth onto his crack, and I watched as it made its way down to his wet hole.

I used the extra lubrication to push a finger inside him, followed by another. His back arched as I found his most sensitive of spots. He turned around and pulled me into another ferocious kiss.

Now I was on my back, he was between my legs sucking me once more, before he straddled my torso, his hard cock pointing up my belly towards my mouth. He reached around and maneuvered my hard cock so it rested between his ass cheeks.

Still holding onto my cock, he repositioned himself, moving his ass so that the tip of my cock pressed against his pucker. A small movement from him and my unsheathed cock had found it's way inside him, with only the remnants of my saliva inside him for lube.

Here was my dilemma, he'd asked me to bring condoms, which I had and intended to use. Now he sat with my raw cock inside him. I paused, unsure of what he wanted me to do. Do I stop, or continue on regardless?

Well, I'm a weak willed fucker, so I raised my hips, pushing more of my cock inside him. He smiled, called me a naughty boy and proceeded to ride my dick as he jerked himself off.

In this position I was able to lean forward and lick the head of his cock. It didn't take him long to cum, less than a minute from when I had entered him. Still inside him, I could feel his hole spasm as he shot his load, the majority sprayed on my chest and torso, though a few drops landed on my lips.

I reached up for him, fully intending to pull his head down so he could kiss me with his cum on my lips. He realized what I was about to do and pulled away. I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his shrinking cock before he got off the bed, my hard cock slipping out of him as he moved.  I finished myself off as he reentered the bedroom, handing me a towel to clean myself up.

I knew the drill, for him the moment was over as soon as he had shot his load over me. My exit from his place was rapid. I washed up in the sink and was dressed and out of there within a few minutes, making my way down to the lobby and back out into the bright sunlight.

Barely an hour had passed since I stood outside his building. I hoped my bruised lips and the redness around my mouth from his stubble wasn't too noticeable as I went about the rest of my day.

Once More With Feeling

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Daddy Bear

This encounter took place in July this year, but has taken me this long to write it up.

"Nice cock"

I clicked open the IM window to find the message above, the two words describing my main profile picture. It had been sent the night before, just after I'd logged off for the night. A quick check showed the sender was not online, so I sent a message back apologising for missing his IM and saying he was free to contact me again if he saw I was online. I sent the message and thought nothing more of it.

It was a Wednesday morning, and I had the day off. I left the cruising site on in the background while I surfed the net. Half an hour later, I received another IM from the same guy. We start a conversation which lasts for over an hour. It results in me agreeing to meet him. I calculate enough time for me to get ready and travel to his place, and let him know to expect me in an hour.

I quickly showered, dressed and took the train into the city. It was a good 10 minute walk to his place from the city train station, but I arrived with time to spare. I sent him a text to let him know I had arrived, and a moment later he appeared at the door to his building. I crossed over the road to his building and followed him into his apartment.

We began to kiss as soon as we entered his lounge. Daddy bear was in his early 40's, heavyset, with a shaved head and a neatly trimmed goatee circling his mouth. I've had the desire to sleep with a "Bear" type for a while now, and Daddy Bear fit the bill. Our hands wondered everywhere and I took great delight in squeezing his meaty arse through his jeans. He rubbed my bulge through the thin denim of my jeans, before pushing them and my underwear down my hairy legs.

He got down onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth and he began to suck. I rested my hands on his head as he moved it back and forth. He blew me for a couple of minutes before stopping. "Nice cock" he said as he regarded my erection coated in his saliva. I took the opportunity to sit down on his couch and remove my shoes and the clothing on the lower half of my body, leaving them in a heap on his couch. I stood up and we kissed again, before he led me to his bedroom.

We collapsed onto the bed, making out. I pulled off my top, my last piece of clothing, and tossed it on the floor. We resumed our kissing, his hand running over my furry belly to my dick. He jerked me off before putting my dick back in his mouth. He sucked me again, playing with my balls till I was about ready to blow my load.

I pulled out of his mouth, I didn't want to cum yet. He was still clothed at this point, so I removed his tshirt, and it joined my top on his bedroom floor. I ran my fingers through his dense fur, tweaking his nipple before sucking on it. Before long I had his jeans and underpants off too, and his cock in my mouth.

We ended up in the 69 position. One of his hands cupped my buttcheeck as he sucked me. I think he was amazed at just how hairy my butt and legs are. He certainly sucked me harder as his fingers caressed my furry cheeks. As I sucked him, my hand found its way into his buttcrack, and I lightly played with his hole. He stopped sucking for a moment to spit into his hand before rubbing it onto his hole. My thumb slipped easily inside him, and I made gentle circling movements with it as I sucked him.

"Wanna fuck me?" he asked. "Yeah", I replied. It was the most we had said to each other since I'd got there. We shifted position so he could reach into a bedside drawer to get out lube and a condom, which he opened and rolled onto my dick. I slowly jerked myself off while he lubed up his hole, then I applied lube to my sheathed dick as he positioned himself to receive me doggie style.

I slowly pushed my cock inside him till I was balls deep, then began fucking at a steady pace. Before long he was lying on his belly as we fucked, my arms went under his arms and my hands gripped his shoulders, giving me the added leverage I needed to thrust deeper into him.

I whispered into his ear that I was almost ready to cum. He moved under me, and we were back in the dogie position. He pulled his ass off my dick and reached around to pull the condom off. He lay on his back and I straddled his chest before I began to jerk myself off. I increased the tempo until I shot spurt after spurt of my cum onto his face. I milked the last of my cum from my cock and wiped my cum covered thumb onto his goatee.

He had been furiously jacking off too, and shot his load onto his belly as my thumb left a trail of cum on his facial hair. We washed up, dressed and I left. We've tried to arrange another meeting, but no luck so far. Hopefully I'll get to see more of Daddy Bear soon.

Making Up for Lost Time

September 07

The Traveller's brief stay in the city was over. He headed back to his home town, and we kept in contact via IMs and text messages. We chatted most days, and I looked forward to each message he sent.

One thing was lacking though: Sex. I had missed out on nine months of bedroom gymnastics due to my self-imposed celibacy. Sleeping with The Traveller had reawakened my sexual appetite, and boy, was I hungry.

The Internet was once again my cruising ground of choice, I chatted online with several men and one of the guys that contacted me was the Mirror Man. My history with the Mirror Man is kinda complicated, and goes back a few years.

I first met the Mirror Man in 2004. I was out with a group of friends from work. We started out in one of the bars in the Gay Quarter and later headed to one of the gay nightclubs. Our group had fragmented into several pieces, and I was hanging out with one of my mates. Actually I had a secret crush on this guy, and was enjoying spending time with him.

Secret Crush introduced me to a friend of his, the Mirror Man, who he waves over to join us. I didn't think much of the Mirror Man when I first met him, though that was probably due to the fact I only had eyes for Secret Crush at the time. The three of us chatted for a while, but the Mirror Man didn't leave much of an impression, and soon I was with my other mates, drinking and dancing the night away.

Skip forward to 2006. I'm online on a hook up site, and I get contacted by a guy. We send messages back and forth, and over the course of our conversation I learn that I'm chatting to the Mirror Man. We exchange numbers and try to arrange a meet. In fact I remember once arranging a meet with the Mirror Man so that it would take place a few hours after one of my regular threesome hookups with Guy #1 and O.

The threesome took place, however the 1-on-1 with the Mirror Man did not. He texted me to call it off, complaining of a sore back. I sent a text back offering a massage, but he declined, so I made my way home. Later that night he texts back asking if the offer of a massage was still available. It was late, I was tired and had no intention of heading back into the city, so I said no. We tried to arrange a hook up a few times, but it never happened and we lost contact.

Back to 2007. The Mirror Man contacted me again, but is using a new profile name. I realise its him when he gives me his number. It comes up under his old profile name when I enter it into my phone. We arrange to meet on a day when he's working from home.

The day of the hookup arrives, and I get a text from him in the morning asking if I'm still free to meet. I reply yes, and tell him to expect me in an hour. I freshen up and am out of the door, heading towards the city centre.

When he gives me his address, I know it straight away. I travel down that road each day on my way to work. I interpret the address he gave as the large apartment complex situated on that road, and that's where I wait for him. However I'm mistaken. It turns out he lives opposite the apartment complex, in a former factory that had been converted into apartments. From the outside it still looked like a factory, so I had traveled past it each day without realising it was a place of habitation.

Luckily for me the Mirror Man spots me from across the road, and texts me to tell me where he is. I cross over and he opens the door to his building. I follow him through a maze of corridors to his apartment, and I feel that familiar throb in my groin as my cock swells in anticipation of the sex that's to come.

Sex with the Mirror Man would always follow a similar route. We would enter his place, I would remove my jacket, placing it on a chair. We would kiss, feeling each other up through our clothes as our tongues pushed into each others mouths. We would break from kissing and I'd strip out of my clothes, down to my underwear, my clothes placed on the chair with my jacket. We'd kiss again and he'd delight in the feel of my hairy body under his hands.

We'd take the short walk to his bedroom, he'd quickly strip out of his clothes and we'd make out on the bed. Soon we'd be naked and engaging in a little oral play, our underwear tossed to the other side of the room. We'd enjoy spending time sucking each others cocks. I'd reposition myself so I could squat over his face and let him rim my hole. The feeling of his tongue was amazing, and he would try to work that wicked little tongue as far up my chute as he could manage. Absolute bliss!

He would ask me to fuck him, getting up to reach for lube and condoms. He'd wrap me up, lube up his hole and slide down my cock, slowly bouncing up and down till he became used to it inside him. Then he'd get more adventurous. We'd find ourselves fucking on the floor, doggie style, in front of a large mirror (hence his name). He liked to watch as I pumped into him, and I must admit I enjoyed watching myself fuck him.

Eventually we would end up back up on the bed, him lying in his stomach, his cock pressed into the mattress with me on top of him. I'd wrap my hands under his arms and grasp his shoulders, giving me enough leverage as I pumped him hard. I'd cum, sometimes in the condom up his ass, or over him if he wanted it, and he'd cum straight after. We'd shower, dress and I'd head out of the door.

We fucked around once every few weeks in September, October, November and December that year, took a break over Christmas, and then had a few more hookups in January the following year. We lost contact again, until he texted me out of the blue one day in July 09 and we hooked up a final time, which I wrote about here.

The Traveller

September 2007

Months went by. Winter gave way to spring and eventually summer. My only form of sexual gratification came by my own hand and I masturbated frequently. But soon those old urges began to surface, and I wanted to entwine my body with that of a man. To feel his skin, kiss his lips, taste the flesh of his most intimate areas. As a result, I began going online again with the intent of hooking up.

My online profiles were still there, albeit untouched for nine months. It took a matter of moments to log in, and soon I was immersed in the virtual world of online cruising.

My first steps were tentative, just seeing who was online and to get the lay of the land. However, since the object of the exercise was to get laid, I realised that I had to be bolder in my approach.

About a week after I started revisiting my old online haunts, I came upon my next sexual encounter, who I will call The Traveller. I was in the local area chatroom when I noticed a profile name that was unfamiliar to me. A quick look at his profile informed me that he was from out of town, and was heading to my city the next day. He wanted someone to show him the sites, and maybe take him down to the city's Gay Quarter.

I sent him an IM, letting him know that I would be happy to show him around. We began to chat, and we just clicked. I can't remember the majority of the conversation, but it flowed like we were old friends, and we decided to meet up the next day after he arrived in the city.

The plan was to meet at his hotel in the city centre, have a bite to eat and maybe go out on the town later on. However, his late arrival into the city shelved our dinner plans. I waited for him in the lobby of his hotel, not realising that he had popped outside the hotel to smoke a cigarette. After a few texts back and forth we located each other, and took the elevator up to his hotel room.

Incidentally it was the same hotel where I had the afternoon tryst with B, not that I volunteered that information to The Traveller. He was in his early 30's, around 6'2'', with blue eyes and hair the colour of straw. His body reflected his interests in sports and hiking, and his limbs were long, toned and shapely.

It was our first meeting face to face, and I was a little out of practice. Nervousness reared its head, leading me to be a little reserved. He, however, was just as effervescent as he had been during our online conversation, and that put me at ease. He needed another smoke so he opened the window, and we continued our conversation while he blew smoke out into the night air.

He wanted to shower before we went out, so while he washed I sat on the bed and watched television. I had to resist the urge to strip off and join him in there. If I was just there for sex, that's what I would have done (and sometimes I still fantasise about getting hot and soapy with him in that hotel bathroom) but I wanted to see where the night would take us, After he finished, he emerged from the bathroom wearing boxers. I did take a moment to notice the nice bulge in the front of his underwear. He quickly dressed while we chatted, and like our IMs, the conversation flowed naturally.

He moved from place to place around the hotel room, sitting at his laptop one minute, standing by the window to have another smoke the next, and then to sitting on the bed next to me (I had pretty much stayed in the same spot for most of that time, just shifting position so that we continued to face each other as we talked). He admitted to me later that he did moved around so much because he was nervous as well. Although, every time he sat next to me, I saw his pupils dilate, so I knew he liked me.

We decided to go out and we headed to the Gay Quarter, located a few minutes walk away from his hotel. It had been ages since I had last ventured out on the scene, but it was pretty much as I remembered. As we walked down the road I pointed out a few of the landmarks to help him orient himself while he was in the city.

Our first stop was one of my favourite bars in the quarter. It's a small, intimate venue which attracts a mixed crowd. It was karaoke night, so the bar was busy but not too full. We stayed for one drink while we watched a succession of men trying to sing on the small stage, some more successfully than others. The Traveller had a beer while I ordered an orange juice. I wanted to keep my head clear, for a little while anyway.

We left the bar and continued on our tour. I showed him some of the other bars and clubs in the area. He had heard of a particular club, so that was our next destination. The club was running a promotion to attract students, and being mid-September many university courses were due to start soon.

The premise was that when you paid the entrance fee you were given a voucher which entitled you to one free drink. If you handed in your empty glass back to the bar person that served you and order the same drink, you got that drink for free too, so basically it was free drinks all night. I opted for vodka and orange juice as my poison for the evening, while The Traveller stuck to beer.

A couple of drinks in and the vodka had started to work its intoxicating magic. I became more relaxed as the night wore on. We stood in the tiny courtyard designated as the outside smoking area of the club. The courtyard was packed but we found a little space by the far wall where he could have a smoke. It was easier to chat there than inside the club, where the loud music made conversation next to impossible. We stood close to each other, and eventually his hand found mine. As we chatted we starred into each others eyes. The moment came when he leaned in closer to me, and we had our first kiss amongst a group of party-going smokers.

This was the first time I had ever kissed another man in public, my inhibitions drowned by the twin cocktails of lust and alcohol. I could taste beer and cigarette smoke on his lips, and that only fuelled my desire. I had been sporting a semi for most of the time that we stood in the courtyard, and the kiss sent more blood rushing to that area. My crotch rubbed up against his leg as we kissed and we both knew where this night was heading.

We drank, we danced, we ended up back in his hotel room around 3.30am. As he headed to the bathroom, I crashed out on the bed, my brain swimming in alcohol. This time I had no hesitation in stripping off, so by the time he emerged from the bathroom I was lying on the bed, naked save my erection tenting up my boxers. He stripped out of his clothes so quickly it was almost a blur.

By then, most of the alcohol induced mist had lifted from my head, and the sex was good. I remember he was the first guy I knew to have blond pubic hair. It was so pale it almost disappeared against his skin. He climbed on top of me and it felt so good to feel his warm skin against mine. We spent time leisurely kissing as we ran our hands over each other. He pushed down my boxers, and I slid them off my legs so we were both naked, and hard.

His body was mostly hairless except for the patch of pubic hair above his cock, and a thicker patch of equally blond hair on the small of his back which ran down into his ass crack. We rolled around on the bed, and I ended up taking his cut cock into my mouth. I lapped up the precum flowing from his dick as if it was nectar. I wanted to take things further, so I licked my index finger and was going to rub his hole with my spit soaked digit, but he stopped me. His hole was a no go area. A pity, as I would have loved to have rimmed his furry blond hole.

I made do with his cock, taking it into my mouth once more. We ended up in the 69 position, with me on top. I was able to take more of his cock down into my throat in this position, and the feeling of his warm, wet mouth around my manhood was delicious. He seemed fascinated with my foreskin, running his tongue under it to get at the head, and pulling it taut with one hand around the base of my cock, so he could reach the oh so sensitive spot where my foreskin attaches to the head. I slowly gyrated my hips, feeding him my length, as I sucked on his.

I went back to my previous position between his legs, jerking him off as I licked his balls, until he shot his sticky white load over his belly. His climax was followed by post coital kissing and we drifted off to sleep as we held each other. All too soon it was time to leave, and I smiled to myself the entire taxi ride home.

Encounter With A Shy Bi Guy

January 2007. A month had gone by since I had hooked up with The Swimmer, and though we went on a few dates in the weeks leading up to Christmas, we didn't have sex again.

I had the day off work, and a few errands to run, but I decided to surf the net while I had breakfast. Of course I ended up on a hook up site, just to see who was online. I get an IM from one guy, and we start chatting. It starts of light and casual but he soon steers the conversation to a more sexual tone. He asks me what I'm into and gets me to describe exactly what I would do to him. I let him know that I'm into kissing, wanking, sucking, rimming and fucking, and quickly rattle off a scenario involving various parts on my anatomy coming into intimate contact with various parts of his.

He likes what he reads, and offers up a few suggestions of his own. He wants to meet up. Since I'm free, and by now kinda horny, I agree.

Half an hour later I'm waiting at the designated meeting place, just outside of the parking area of a local park. I text him when I arrive, and he replies, letting me know he's sitting in one of the cars in the lot. I walk over to his car, open the passenger door and slide onto the seat.

He's in his mid 30's, slightly older than the pic he sent, but recognisable as the guy I was chatting to online. He seemed a little nervous, but I put it down to it being our first meeting, plus I think me getting straight into his car threw him a little.

As we chatted I noticed that his nervousness hadn't eased. It's easy to be sexually confident when you're sitting in front of your computer screen, but all his confidence had evaporated when we met face to face. He was unsure as how to proceed. I said we could start by driving back to his place.

The drive took less than 5 minutes. Shy Guy asked if I was serious about doing all those things I described in our online conversation. I replied that I could, if he wanted me to or we could go as far as he wanted. We entered his house and he led me directly upstairs to the master bedroom.

He left me alone in the room for a few minutes, which gave me time to strip down to my underwear. He returned, we sat on the edge of the bed and his nervousness returned. I knew he was bi and I guess he hadn't had much experience with guys, if any. He acted as though he couldn't believe that there was a semi naked man on his bed.

I had to take control or we would have spent most of our time sitting on the bed in awkward silence. I suggested he remove his clothes, so he slowly removed his clothes. I slid up the bed and lay down, indicating he should do the same. When he did, I ran one hand up and down his lightly hairy torso, then leaned in to kiss his mouth. He didn't kiss back.

Odd, I thought, and I tried to kiss him again. There was no response from him, either positive or negative. Okay, I thought, he's not into kissing. I was disappointed since I love to kiss. It revs my sexual engine and gets me in the mood.

Instead I kissed down his neck onto his chest. I lapped at one of his nipples, which would get most guys to groan in pleasure, but again he remained silent and stock still, his arms fixed firmly by his side. I now wonder whether he had ever had his nipples sucked before, maybe the sensation was too overwhelming for him to react.

The only indication I received on his state of arousal was the hard bulge in his underwear.

I moved down to suck him off. Surely my oral talents would ignite some passion in this guy. I peeled down his shorts and took his cock into my mouth. It was of average size, and it fit into my mouth easily. I licked the shaft down to his balls, and gave them a tongue bath for good measure.

Sucking him off did get him in the mood, however the sex was unremarkable. He ended up face fucking me, which he enjoyed, and there was no danger of him triggering my gag reflex. I knew by then that I everything I described in our internet conversation would remain a fantasy. I wouldn't get to rim him, let alone fuck him, and I knew that he had no intention of reciprocating the blowjob. I jerked him off, and he came a minute later.

In his post-orgasmic haze, he tried to kiss me, but by that time I was bored with the whole thing, and a little pissed off, so I turned my face away. I got off the bed, washed up in the en suite, and dressed quickly. He offered to drop me off at the meeting point, but I declined, saying I could find my way back. I just wanted to get out of there.

I was disappointed, with the situation, but mostly with myself. I let myself get swept up in the fantasy, and it had lead to a disappointing sexual encounter. I became disillusioned with random hook ups, and stopped cruising online. It was nine months before I had sex with a guy again. Shy Guy did contact me again, a few days later, but I declined a second meeting.

On a side note, Two years later, I was online and he contacted me again. It turns out he was living with a woman at the time we hooked up, and the encounter had crystallised something within him. He had admitted he was gay had moved to a different part of the city and started seeing men. It was nice to know the encounter had been useful to someone.

Like Showering With A Raincoat

A few weeks ago I got a text message from MG, saying he was free the following week and he wondered if I would like to hook up with him again. I hadn't heard from him since last August, when he expressed an interest in becoming more than just a fuck buddy. I was unsure about seeing him, but the throbbing monster between my legs had come alive, the memory of my tongue rimming MG's ass had got it's attention and it demanded satisfaction. I was instantly hard and feeling horny, so I replied that I could meet up on my day off.

A week rolls by and I find myself outside MG's building. It's freezing cold with heavy snow forecast. The doorbell to his apartment is broken, so I have to call him to let him know I've arrived. After two rings my call is answered, but before I can say anything he hangs up.

WTF!

I had texted him earlier to let him know I was on my way, so he couldn't have forgotten we had planned to hook up. I try to dial his number again, but the cold saps away my dwindling phone battery and I'm unable to make the call. I switch the cell off then on again, hoping that there's enough charge left to call MG again.

By now I'm not a happy chap. Its cold, I'm standing outside MG's place with a busted doorbell and if my phone craps out on me I have no way of contacting MG until I go home to charge my phone. I decide to wait for a few minutes before leaving, in case he's on his way down to open the door.

That's exactly what happens. He''s down a minute later to let me in. Memory is a funny thing, and I guess mine was clouded with lust for MG's ass (by far his best feature), because he didn't look like I remembered. It's bad to say, but he looked kinda ordinary, and I hoped that he couldn't read the disappointment on my face. Still I was there, I was horny and he was available, so I step into his foyer. As we walk up the stairs to his apartment, he explains that he pressed the wrong button on his phone when I called earlier, and cut me off.

We enter his place. Like the last two times I was there, he has all his curtains drawn, and no lights on. There is just enough light coming through the curtains to make out his apartment, and my eyes quickly adjust to the gloom. I remove my coat, dumping it on his sofa as he moves in for a kiss. We kiss for less than a minute before he suggests we go to the bedroom. He seems very eager.

We sit on his bed and kiss, but soon we're naked and I'm licking his nipples. We shift position so I'm on my back, my head resting on a pillow. After another kissing session MG turns around, gets on all fours and offers me his ass. I push the cheeks apart and dive in with my tongue. I'm in heaven as I rim him. My tongue soon snakes into his hole, and he lets out a moan of pure delight.

I begin to finger his hole. I start slowly, working one finger inside him, feeling for his prostate. I have a plan. I want to make MG so horny that he'll let me fuck him. The last time we hooked up I made him cum too soon, and after that he said that was too sensitive for me to keep fingering him, so fucking him was of the cards (although I did work the load he shot onto my fingers into his hole, and had a quick taste of his cum in his hole, so the encounter had a plus side). This time I planned to go slower, to open him up with my fingers, but not allow him to climax.

I sucked on his balls as I fingered him, but I was careful not to overstimulate him. I tried to push in another finger into his hole to join the first, but it was hard to get the second one in there. I asked if he had any lube. He got up and fished around his bedside drawer before tossing me a tube of KY. I lubed up my fingers as he returned to his previous position on the bed. My fingers slipped into his ass easily.

As I worked his ass, he took the tube of KY and squeezed some lube into his hand. I figured he was gonna wank himself off, but instead he wrapped his hand around my cock (which was hard and leaking precum onto my belly the entire time I was rimming and fingering his ass) and he began to jerk me off.

Whenever MG had tried to masturbate me in the past, he had always been too heavy handed, and choked the life out of my member. This time the lube gave enough slipperiness that his attempt was pleasurable. So much so that I wondered how I could maneuver his ass down to my groin and accept my raw cock. I could have nailed him right there. I stretched his hole with a third finger, while rubbing his perineum with my thumb.

He stopped jerking me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. My plan had worked, and I said if he wanted me to fuck him, I would. He got up again and went back to the drawer, this time to get a condom. I would have preferred to fuck raw, but it was his ass, so his rules. I roll the condom down onto my cock, lube up, and jerk some life back into me cock before he lowers himself onto my cock.

Trouble is, my cock begins to deflate. I try holding the base, trying to keep enough blood in there for me to penetrate him, but its no use. I can't keep myself hard. I try jerking my cock while wearing the condom, but the sensation feels strange, and I can't stimulate myself properly. We try a few positions, but it doesn't work. I have to take the condom off.

I jerk myself off again and, condom free, get the life back into my cock. He wants to try again, so rolls another condom onto my dick, but even he can feel my cock start to deflate again. He leans over and starts to suck my cock through its latex sheath.

I never really understood the phrase "Showering with a raincoat on" when it came to condoms. I mean, I had always used rubbers when having anal sex and found it OK (that was until I tried raw sex with Momma's Boy, and discovered what I was missing with skin on skin sex), but this was the first time a guy had given me a blowjob with a rubber on my cock. I experienced the blowjob as though the rest of my body was detached from my penis, and the resulting sensation was dull and not very enjoyable. I also thought it was a little hypocritical of MG. The first time we hooked up he was more than happy to push his unsheathed cock into my mouth, and enjoy my oral talents.

His blowjob had little effect, but I tried jerking my cock in the condom again, with more success this time. I maneuvered him so he lay on the bed on his stomach, and the combination of the view and my digital manipulation got me hard again. I got on top of him, and was able to push into his ass.

I moved inside him slowly, letting him get used to my length and thickness. I was just getting into my stride, and even starting to enjoy fucking him with a condom, when he said he wanted to change position. Crap, I pulled out and promptly lost my erection, so couldn't enter him again in the new position.

We gave up fucking him. He asked if I ever got fucked, and I said no. Instead I jerked him off until he came. He cleaned himself up and I was all set to get dressed and leave, but he wanted to see me cum. I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and wanked until I reached my own sticky climax, the fat gobs of white cum spraying my chest and his duvet.

I washed up, and dressed as he had a quick shower. He walked me down to his front door and said I could text him if I wanted to hook up again. I said sure, though I had no intention in doing so. Outside, fat snowflakes fell from the sky to join those deposited on the ground while MG and I attempted to satisfy our selfish desires.

Sexually, I don't think we're compatible. What started out as a curiosity about rimming had morphed into something more, but we're both in different places on our respective sexual journeys. He's at the "experimental, but safe only" stage that I was at a few years ago, and I'm...

I guess I'm at a crossroads. I know the risks of hooking up with random guys, and of having raw sex with them. But there's also a part of me that wants to feel the man I'm fucking, to enjoy the sensation with nothing between us. Ideally it would be as part of a relationship, monogamous with maybe a playmate or two on the side.

Though my life at the moment is hardly conducive to such a relationship.

Quite A Mouthful

After what seems like ages, I finally got to hook up with Xan yesterday. We had participated in the usual dance of chatting online and sending texts back and forth trying to arrange a time to meet. We almost hooked up earlier this month, but the bad weather put paid to our plans.

I headed over to Xan's place after receiving a text from him saying he was free to meet. I rang the doorbell and waited. Xan answered and immediately I was struck by how handsome he is. I entered the house and followed him into the kitchen, where he offered me something to drink. I declined, and while he poured himself some juice I took the opportunity to check him out.

He's tall, with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His online profile says he's bi and has just turned 30, though after meeting him in person I think that he's shaved off a few years from his actual age. We made small talk while he sipped his drink, and I notice him looking me over.

Within five minutes of entering his house, he made his move by unbuttoning the top he was wearing and taking it off to reveal his smooth, muscular chest. Each pec sported a nipple the size of a pencil eraser, and I knew during the course of our encounter that I would get my mouth on those. He walked over to me and we shared our first tentative kiss. He quickly led me upstairs to his bedroom.

He quickly removed his jeans, standing in front of me in a tiny pair of briefs. I was still fully clothed at this point, but I rapidly joined him in his state of undress. He fondled his package and mine through our underwear as we kissed again, and I took the opportunity to run my hands over his muscular frame, traveling down his back to his muscular arse.

Those nipples looked too inviting to ignore, so I moved my head down and ran my tongue across one before taking it into my mouth and gently sucking on it. Soon we lost our underwear, and both of us stood there, hardening members in each others hands. His cock is a magnificent sight to behold. Long, thick and uncut. It felt nice and meaty as I slowly jerked him off.

"What do you want to do?" I whispered.

"Suck my cock" he commanded. I didn't need to be told twice.

I went down and licked the sizable head before taking him into my mouth. He was too big for me to take it all, but I gave it a damn good try. I alternated between licking and sucking the head, and sliding as much of his cock as I could down my throat, using my hands to play with his balls as I did so.

I stood up and I kissed him, and our tongues danced around each other. I sat on the bed, he got down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. The blowjob was OK, not fantastic but the sucking sensation felt nice. Soon however his cock was stretching my mouth again, and I was able to get more of him down my throat. He moaned out loud when my throat closed around his shaft, and my lips curled into a smile around his cock.

I scooted up on the bed, and he got on top of me. My legs found themselves wrapping around his pelvis, his cock nestled in my arse crack while mine was trapped in between our torsos. As we kissed, he started to thrust his pelvis, the movement causing his torso to rub against my cock while his cock ran up and down my crack. Both sensations felt good, but my attention focused on what his cock was doing, especially when the head grazed the outside of my hole. Even if I was an experienced bottom, I reckon I'd have trouble accommodating that monster (but that hasn't stopped me fantasising about it though).

I decided to take control of the situation, so I maneuvered Xan so he was on his back, and I slid on top of him. I kissed him hard, then moved my mouth down to kiss his chin, his neck, down to his pecs and finally to his left nipple, which I licked and sucked.

I've mentioned before how much I like to run my tongue over a guy's torso, and with Xan I was in oral fixation heaven. I used my tongue to lick his nipples and his firm, muscular pecs. I traced the line of his left pec up towards his left armpit.

I tasted his sweat, a first for me, and I kinda liked it. I stopped myself from licking up any further into his pit, in case he was put off by it, so instead went back to alternating between kissing his lips and his torso.

I moved down, taking his cock once more in my mouth. More licking and sucking followed, and I moved my head down to lick his ballsack, and the sensitive area where upper thigh meets groin. I sucked one ball into my mouth, then the other. I wanted my tongue to continue its journey south, to move his legs up towards his chest, use my hands to push his meaty arse cheeks apart and feast on his hole, but we hadn't discussed rimming and I didn't want to do something he wasn't comfortable with.

I sucked him some more, and he reciprocated, though we didn't 69. He got up and stood at the side of the bed while I lay on my back, both of us jerking our cocks. He felt that he was ready to head towards climax, and asked me where I wanted him to cum, I said that it was up to him. He declared that he wanted to shoot on my hairy chest, and wanted to see me shoot my load too.

The sight of him wanking in front of me was too much, I needed to suck his cock one more time, so I leaned in and put the head into my mouth and began sucking. Xan stopped wanking himself and let me blow him.

As I sucked, I tasted a slightly bitter (though not unpleasant) liquid in my mouth, which I swallowed. I was a little surprised, as a little warning would have been nice, and pulled my head back. I saw a few drops of white watery liquid leave the head of his cock, and I asked if he had cum. He replied no, but I've tasted my own cum enough times (as well as others, on occasion) to know that he had cum a little in my mouth. Not that I minded.

He began to jerk himself off, and I did too, though with the taste of his cum still in my mouth I was practically ready to shoot. I held off until I felt the warm splatter of his cum on my chest, then I felt my balls churn and shoot their load over my chest and torso. I think some hit the bedspread I was lying on.

Xan left the room and returned holding a roll of toilet tissue, and handed me a wad of paper to clean myself up with, and he did the same. I'd have rather cleaned off his cock with my tongue, but it was not to be. We dressed and headed downstairs.

I thought he would have wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible, but we ended up back in the kitchen, where we chatted some more as I sipped on a glass of water. It turns out he knows someone I used to work with, and since I like to keep my work life and my sex life separate, it may complicate things for me in the long run.

It was soon time to leave, so with a quick kiss on the lips I was on my way. I decided to do a little shopping so walked to the bus stop and waited for a but to take me to the town centre. As I waited, a cute guy walked up to the bus stop and asked me for the time, and if I knew when the next bus would arrive. I assured him one would come in the next few minutes. He was in his mid 30's, very cute with sexy chocolate brown eyes, and yes even though I had just had sex within the last half hour, I could feel my dick begin to rise in the presence of this guy. He studied the timetable posted in the bus shelter, and then asked if the bus traveled to where he wanted to go, which it did. The bus came along a minute later.

While traveling on the bus I sent Xan a text saying I had a good time, and hoped we could get together again. He sent the standard "I'll text you sometime" reply, which didn't leave with any clue as to whether we'd hook up again. I would like to see him again, to feast on his body and cock once more, and maybe next time get to drink all of his cum.

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.

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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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.