The Swimmer's Swimmers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brief Encounter With A Blue-Eyed Spaniard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Missed Opportunity?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little Pig

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Regression

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

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

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

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

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

Taken In Hand - Part 2

Part 1 can be found here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taken In Hand - Part 1

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