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.

CSI: Cruising Scene Investigation

There's a gents lavatory in one of the main shopping malls that has a reputation of being a bit of a cruising ground for gay sexual activities. It is located in a quite corner of the complex, out of the way, and it is not immediately obvious that there is a lavatory there. Its quite clean, and there is no graffiti scrawled on the walls, however the cubicles have spy holes drilled into the partitions, and some guys do spend longer than necessary at the urinals.

I know this because I was cruised there a few weeks ago. I had just been in the cinema, and whilst watching the film I slurped on a jumbo soda to go with my popcorn. Walking through the mall after the movie I knew going super size on the drink was a bad idea, since it felt like most of the soda I consumed had gone straight to my bladder and I desperately needed a piss.

Luckily as I was walking down a flight of stairs I spotted the entrance to the lavatory and went in, past all the locked cubicle doors to the back of the room, which widened out to house two long urinals opposite each other, with a bank of hand basins in between.

I let out a sigh of relief as I emptied my bladder, and when finished I went to wash my hands in one of the basins. It was then that I noticed a guy standing at the corner of the other urinal, and only because he coughed. The way the lavatory was designed, you could not see him from the entrance or if you were using the cubicles. You had to come all the way into the back part of the lavatory where the urinals are to know he was there.

It was the perfect spot to cruise for cock, most of the guys using the urinals would just go in for a quick visit, and I doubt that many would stop to wash their hands, so that guy could have spent most of the day there without arousing much suspicion.

I took no notice of his first cough, but then he coughed again, and it sounded more insistent. He was definitely trying to get my attention. I looked over to him. He was in his early to mid 30's, bald with a slim but toned body and wearing a grey wife beater and grey track pants.He was looking over at me, but with his crotch still facing the urinal. I moved over to the hand dryer conveniently located near him and dried my hands in the warm air.

As I did this I casually turned my head towards him. He turned his body so that I could see what he was doing. He had hooked the track pants under his balls and was jerking a nice medium sized uncut cock. The foreskin flicked over the engorged purple head as he moved his hand slowly.

My heart was beating fast, my cock had grown in my jeans and saliva filled my eager cock suckers mouth. I wanted that cock. I shifted my gaze from his cock to look into his eyes, as I slowly, ever so slowly, licked my lips.

Just then someone else came into the lavatory and the spell was broken. He turned back to his starting position, and as my hands were now dry there was no reason to stay there, so I left.

I have visited the lavatory again in the weeks since, to use the facilities, but on the lookout for the more illicit activities. Today I found some, although after the fact.

There were two oily handprints on the back wall of the toilet cubicle I went into. And like the speculative scenarios seen in CSI reconstructions, I can only imagine the scene that transpired there earlier in the day. A guy lubing up his ass before turning around and offering his slick hole to a random stranger, the guy resting his hands on the back wall as he braced himself for an anal assault.

I only wish I had my camera phone on me at the time so I could take a pic of the handprints for this post, but the artists impression I created would have to suffice.

On a sidenote, I noticed that there were two mall security guards hanging around the entrance of the lavatory as I left, so something obviously went on in there.

Why Cell Phones Should Come With A Breathalyzer Function.

My friends and I were out celebrating one night, and the local gay bar we were in had a buy one get one free promotion on all drinks. We all got very drunk that night, and as I lay in bed at 3 in the morning I thought it would be a good idea to send Mr Silver a text message. Sending an ex a text message when you're drunk is a bad idea.

A very bad idea. I still had his number in my phone and sent him a message saying I hoped he was okay, that I had often thought about him and that I missed him. The message must have woke him up, because he sent one back immediately, saying it was good to hear from me again. He wanted to meet up.

I sent the text when I was drunk, so I had an excuse. When we met a week later, I was stone cold sober. I had planned for us to just talk. We met after work, and like old times he picked me up and drove me to his place.

We sat on his couch and talked. He told me that he was surprised to hear from me again. His company had sent him to India for six months, and he had only recently got back. He said that he had wondered into my workplace in the hopes of seeing me, but I had disappeared. I told him I was in the same place but had moved departments Of course talk went to the last time we saw each other, and how hurt he was that I had blanked him. I apologised and tried to explain the circumstances, that I had lost someone close to me and it had screwed up my head, but he dismissed my reasons and was more concerned with his own feelings. I realised that he hadn't changed, that my loss was a secondary concern to his bruised ego.

He wanted sex, it was the reason he invited me over, and I don't no how but ended up in his bed. He wanted me to fuck him, and I did. He lay on his back as I slid my sheathed cock into his ass and slowly pumped away. I think he wanted it to be like before, when I used to fuck him senseless whilst wearing my leather jacket, but that was in the past. I fucked him half-heartedly, as if it was something on my list of chores for that night. After about 10 minutes I pulled out, and removed the condom with a snap, which signalled the end of that particular activity.

After having sex he showed me pictures of his time away, describing the details of each picture taken. He then showed me one of him in bed with one arm around a younger guy. There he was with a younger version of me, telling me how nice this guy was. In showing me the picture it was like he wanted me to know that he was still desirable to young men, he could get anyone he wanted and I was nothing special. If that move was supposed to make me jealous, it didn't work. Instead I realised all his actions came from a place of insecurity. His fears of loosing his virility and growing old alone.

The only weapon I had at my disposal was sex, and I used it. We were on his bed, still naked, and I decided to pleasure him with my oral talents, showing him how much I had learned. What he didn't know was that I had two other lovers in the time we were apart, but I kept that quiet.

I sucked on his cock and licked his balls, running my tongue over them then pushing his legs further apart and probing deeper, to his perineum, then to his hole. I looked directly into his eyes as my tongue swiped across his puckered sphincter. His eyes widened in surprise and his breath quickened. This was the first time I ever rimmed him. In that moment I knew I had him. He expected more, expected my tongue to probe deeper, to continue rimming him. Or for me to go back to licking his balls and sucking on his cock.

But I didn't. I just stopped what I was doing. That would be the last moment of pleasure he would ever receive from me. I sat up and reached out with my hand to pick up my watch from where I left it on his nightstand. I put it on and got off the bed, saying it was late and I had to get home. I went into the bathroom and washed my cock and balls in the sink and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash before returning to the bedroom to dress quickly.

He was too stunned to say anything, instead dressing and then dropping me back into the city. He tried making conversation on the ride home, trying to pin down another time for us to meet, but my answers were vague and noncommittal. He thought he had me back, but I knew it would be the last time I would see him. We were done.

I didn't have to worry about him popping into my workplace to see me whenever he wanted as I had taken a job with another company. Although, part of me (a very wicked part) wonders how many times he visited my former workplace in the hopes of seeing me.