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.

Insatiable

July 2013

He called me insatiable. My first meeting with Mr Scruff and I had already cum twice, but as I lay on top of his body, kissing him deeply, my cock hardened once more.

He took my member in his hand, and then his mouth, but time was not on our side and I had to leave without cumming a third time. Over the next few months Mr Scruff and I met several times, sucking and licking our way to orgasm. It was a pleasant way to spend the summer.

Not all my planned adventures went without a hitch, however. In May of last year I was contacted by a guy in his mid 50's who wanted to meet. He was a bottom into leather and rubber who, over the course of several messages back and forth, outlined that he wanted me to use him on the various pieces of equipment he had in his basement.

We planned a meet, and arranged a day that suited us both. He was located 50 minutes away from me by train. I calculated that if I caught a certain train I could be at his place within an hour, and it would give us a four hour window in which to play before I had to head back.

I told him what time I would be there, and he asked if I could arrive slightly later. The next train was a hour later, but that still gave us three hours, so I agreed to the time change. A day before we were due to meet he contacted me asking if our meeting time could be pushed back further. I was reluctant but agreed, though I had a suspicion that we wouldn't be meeting the following day. Sure enough, on the day we were due to meet I received a message saying he was unwell and had to cancel. I was disappointed, but hardly surprised.

He contacted me again a few days later, apologizing for canceling, and wanting to arrange another meet, again stating how hot it would be if we got together and listing all the activities we could do together. Ultimately, though, nothing materialized.

Back to Mr Scruff. I had seen his profile before, but we had never chatted. On the day he contacted me he was looking to get sucked. Fortunately, I was free and in the mood to suck so we arranged a meet.

But that's a story for another time.

An Odd Occurrence

I still have yet to write up my sexual exploits this summer, however something happened today that I wanted to write about.

I was in the mall restroom where I had my first cruising experience back in December 2010, in the same stall I fucked the guy in.

I was originally there to use the facilities, though as I sat there someone entered the stall next to mine. I heard the sound of a lighter sparking up, then the smell of smoke wafted over from the adjacent stall. A foot appeared close to the gap between the stalls, and from the shadows on the floor, I deduced he was jerking his cock.

By that time I had finished up, and the thought of what the other guy was doing caused me to become hard. I had not cum that morning, and started leaking precum almost immediately. I stood up and began to work on my cock, milking more of the clear sticky fluid from the slit.

Just then, the sound of someone walking down the stairs caused the guy next to me to pull his foot back from the partition and stop jerking. The new guy tested each stall door in turn looking for a vacant one. I had locked my stall so there was no danger of being intruded upon.

It didn't look like anything more was going to happen with the guy in the next stall, so I continued to milk my dick, mopping up the precum with some tissue, before stuffing my cock back into my pants, flushing and leaving the cubicle.

While I went over to the sinks to wash my hands, the new guy testing the stall doors moved into my newly vacated cubicle. The sinks are directly opposite the stalls, and have a bank of mirrors above them. While I was washing my hands I noticed the corner of a cellphone peak over the door of the stall occupied by the guy who was smoking and wanking earlier. Most smartphones have their camera in the corner. The guy must have noticed that I had spied his phone above the door, and it quickly disappeared from view.

This happened three more times as I washed my hands. When I moved over to the hand dryer, the cubicle door opened, and the guy walked passed me to get to the sink. I got a good look at him, late 20's/ early 30's, slightly chubby, bald with a beard and tats. He watched me through the reflection in the mirror, and I did the same. He was cute.

My hands dry, I moved off, heading for the stairs, which I climbed slower than I usually would. I looked back at him. He was still watching me, and jerked his head back towards his cubicle mouthing the words "come on". I was nearing the top of the stairs, by the door leading back to the mall. I looked back at him again, and he repeated his head nod, mouthing the same words.

I paused. I considered quickly walking back down the stairs, into his cubicle and letting him follow me in there, and if my dick was in control that is what would have happened.

I couldn't shake the fact that he had been using his phone to spy on me, and possibly record me or take a photo. I didn't know if he was an undercover cop, or worse. I had not initiated any of the sexual maneuvers, though I was more focused on my milking my cock than checking to see if I was being spied on, so I decided the best thing to do was leave.

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.

Must Be Something In The Water...

... or more likely the glorious spring sunshine we've been having this past week, but I've been feeling pretty horny (and jerking off like crazy).

After abandoning them for a few months, I logged into my various profiles this morning before heading to work, and got propositioned by five separate guys, including one who turned out to be the Mirror Man. We couldn't get reacquainted today, but hopefully sometime soon.

Maybe it's time to end my self imposed exile and get back to fucking men.