Showing posts with label One Time Only. Show all posts
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Friday, 31 December 2010
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.
"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.
Monday, 26 April 2010
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.
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.
Monday, 21 December 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
The Unpaid Whore
August '06, it was my day off and I was horny. I was on a gay hook up site and got an IM from a guy who liked my profile pic. We chatted for a while and during the course of our conversation it emerged that he had this fantasy that he wanted to act out.
We ended up planning to meet that day, so I hopped into the shower and was quickly on my way over to his place. I wore my leather jacket (the same one that Mr Silver liked me to wear when I fucked him), a tight fitting punk t-shirt, dark denim jeans and black leather boots. I sent him text to let him know I was entering his building. As arranged, the door to his apartment had been left open. I walked in and closed the door firmly, my sign to him that I had arrived. I made sure the door was shut.
I caught him sneak a peek at me through the slightly open doorway of his bedroom, before he scurried back into the room. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing over the laminate wooden floor. Each step made with deliberate force, so that he knew I was heading towards him.
I pushed the door to his bedroom open and saw him laying face down on the bed. Completely naked, ass propped up with a pillow and pointed up towards the ceiling. I moved over to the bed, again deliberately slowly. I ran my hand over the exposed flesh of his buttocks and he shivered at my touch.
Bondage Guy was in his early 20's. Slim and mostly hairless apart from a patch of hair on his chest and a treasure trail leading to a groomed bush. He had a number of tattoos, a tribal band around one upper arm and a star in between his shoulder blades. He had confessed to having a fantasy of being tied up while someone fucked him, and that's why I was there.
I stepped away from the bed and he turned his head to face me. I peeled off the jacket and hung it on the bedpost at the head of the bed. I'd need it later. With his eyes he indicated to a plastic bag resting on a chair next to the bed. In it were a number of ties. I guess this is what he wanted me to use.
I picked up one tie, then lifted up his right arm from its resting position on the bed. I tied the material around his wrist, then moved his arm up to the metallic headboard. I slipped the material around the central post of the headboard, maneuvered his other arm into position and tied the other end of the tie around his left wrist. I made sure the knots were tight, but there was a little space between his wrists and the material.
He had watched me tie his wrists to the bed frame, and now his gaze wondered over my still clothed body. I was supposed to have blindfolded him, but I wanted him to watch me as I undressed.
I slowly pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then I removed my boots, and my socks, tucking them into my boots. I heard him utter "Please, Sir", the first words he had said since I arrived. I picked up my socks and rolled them into a ball, then held them under his nose. He took a deep sniff. They were clean, but a little damp with fresh sweat. I walked back over to the chair and selected another tie. This time I popped the balled up socks into his mouth and tied the tie around his head, over his mouth to hold the socks in place.
I unzipped my jeans and slowly pulled them down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang forward as the jeans slid down my legs. I stepped out of the jeans, and let him gaze at my firm, furry body and at my hardening cock.
I picked up another tie, got onto the bed and straddled his body. I wrapped this last tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. I moved so my knees were between his legs, and I pushed his legs apart. I lay my body over his, and rubbed my furry chest hair into his smooth back.
I slid down further, until my face was next to his ass. I pushed apart his buttocks. I made a move to lick at his hole, but he didn't smell clean down there, so I didn't rim him. Instead I blew air on his hole and watched it twitch in anticipation.
Bondage Guy had left a bottle of poppers and a rag on his bedside table. I reached over and picked both up. I put a little of the liquid onto the rag, and held it under his nose. He took a deep sniff, then moaned. I left the rag in front of his nose. Since his mouth was occupied, each breath he took was laced with fumes from the rag.
I took a quick sniff from the bottle of poppers before I replaced the lid and put it back on the bedside table. A warm, pleasant feeling invaded my body, and clouded my head slightly. I reached to the inside pocket of my leather jacket and picked out the condoms and small bottle of lube I had inside. The condoms were put on the bedside table by the poppers, while I lubed up his hole. A few minutes of finger fucking, and I felt he was ready to proceed.
I sheathed my cock in rubber, dripped lube onto my cock and rubbed it all over. I positioned the head next to his hole, held the rag back up to his nose, and pushed in. He moaned as I slowly entered, and I pushed my entire length into him in one slow, smooth motion. The poppers and generous amounts of lube helped. I held myself over him and waited for him to become accustomed to my cock.
I leaned forward so my mouth was next to his left ear and in a low growl said "You ready?". He nodded his head enthusiastically, and I slowly began to pump away. He pushed his ass towards me, a signal that I could go faster. I did.
I fucked him as hard as I could. He moans were muffled by the socks in his mouth. I pumped him until I was close to shooting, then slowed down to a stop. I pulled my cock out. I could hear him moan, but it was more to ask what was going on.
I got off the bed and then turned him over so he was on his back. His arms were still tied, he was still blindfolded and gagged. I climbed back onto the bed, and positioned his legs onto my shoulders. I entered him again, and slowly fucked him, gradually increasing the momentum.
His cock was hard, and had left a trail of precum onto the hair that made up his treasure trail. I held his legs to my body with my left hand, and wrapped my right hand around his cock. I used the precum to lube up his cock, and jacked him off as I fucked him. I wanted him to cum with my cock up his ass. I pumped him harder, jacking his cock as I did so. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.
I felt his cock stiffen in my hand, and I worked it faster. As I fucked him, I could feel the walls of his ass contract around my cock. He began to shoot his load over his chest, and the constrictions of his ass made me cum too.
Spent, I slipped my softening cock out of his ass and I got off the bed, laying his legs back onto the bed as I did so. I pulled off the condom, and went into the bathroom next door to wash up. When I returned, Bondage Guy was still tied to the bed, the pool of cum on his chest had slowly run down his sides.
I untied the tie gaging his mouth, and removed my socks from his mouth. They were damp with his saliva. I should have thought ahead and bought another pair with me, but I didn't, so had to put those back on. I would have gone sock-less, but I was wearing boots and didn't want to get blisters. I dressed, and my last act was to untie one of his wrists before I left his apartment. He was still blindfolded when I left.
Everything we had done, he had outlined to me in our IM conversation. He wanted someone to anonymously fuck him. Wanted someone to tie him up, gag him with their sweaty socks and blindfold him, and wanted someone to hold a popper soaked rag under his nose while he was fucked. I had dressed for the part, and hoped my act lived up to his fantasy.
There were a few deviations from his plan, however. When I arrived, he was supposed to be face down on his bed, not sneaking a peak at me as I walked through the door. There was to be no kissing or talking, but the few words we exchanged couldn't be helped. I did debate whether or not to gag him with my socks, but it was his fantasy, so I played along.
He contacted me later on the hook up site, saying how much he enjoyed our session and wanted to know if we could do it again, even if I could bring a few mates with me the next time. I declined his offer. Even though taking part in his fantasy was an interesting experience, it felt scripted and, without the kissing or the spontaneity, I felt like an unpaid whore.
We ended up planning to meet that day, so I hopped into the shower and was quickly on my way over to his place. I wore my leather jacket (the same one that Mr Silver liked me to wear when I fucked him), a tight fitting punk t-shirt, dark denim jeans and black leather boots. I sent him text to let him know I was entering his building. As arranged, the door to his apartment had been left open. I walked in and closed the door firmly, my sign to him that I had arrived. I made sure the door was shut.
I caught him sneak a peek at me through the slightly open doorway of his bedroom, before he scurried back into the room. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing over the laminate wooden floor. Each step made with deliberate force, so that he knew I was heading towards him.
I pushed the door to his bedroom open and saw him laying face down on the bed. Completely naked, ass propped up with a pillow and pointed up towards the ceiling. I moved over to the bed, again deliberately slowly. I ran my hand over the exposed flesh of his buttocks and he shivered at my touch.
Bondage Guy was in his early 20's. Slim and mostly hairless apart from a patch of hair on his chest and a treasure trail leading to a groomed bush. He had a number of tattoos, a tribal band around one upper arm and a star in between his shoulder blades. He had confessed to having a fantasy of being tied up while someone fucked him, and that's why I was there.
I stepped away from the bed and he turned his head to face me. I peeled off the jacket and hung it on the bedpost at the head of the bed. I'd need it later. With his eyes he indicated to a plastic bag resting on a chair next to the bed. In it were a number of ties. I guess this is what he wanted me to use.
I picked up one tie, then lifted up his right arm from its resting position on the bed. I tied the material around his wrist, then moved his arm up to the metallic headboard. I slipped the material around the central post of the headboard, maneuvered his other arm into position and tied the other end of the tie around his left wrist. I made sure the knots were tight, but there was a little space between his wrists and the material.
He had watched me tie his wrists to the bed frame, and now his gaze wondered over my still clothed body. I was supposed to have blindfolded him, but I wanted him to watch me as I undressed.
I slowly pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then I removed my boots, and my socks, tucking them into my boots. I heard him utter "Please, Sir", the first words he had said since I arrived. I picked up my socks and rolled them into a ball, then held them under his nose. He took a deep sniff. They were clean, but a little damp with fresh sweat. I walked back over to the chair and selected another tie. This time I popped the balled up socks into his mouth and tied the tie around his head, over his mouth to hold the socks in place.
I unzipped my jeans and slowly pulled them down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang forward as the jeans slid down my legs. I stepped out of the jeans, and let him gaze at my firm, furry body and at my hardening cock.
I picked up another tie, got onto the bed and straddled his body. I wrapped this last tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. I moved so my knees were between his legs, and I pushed his legs apart. I lay my body over his, and rubbed my furry chest hair into his smooth back.
I slid down further, until my face was next to his ass. I pushed apart his buttocks. I made a move to lick at his hole, but he didn't smell clean down there, so I didn't rim him. Instead I blew air on his hole and watched it twitch in anticipation.
Bondage Guy had left a bottle of poppers and a rag on his bedside table. I reached over and picked both up. I put a little of the liquid onto the rag, and held it under his nose. He took a deep sniff, then moaned. I left the rag in front of his nose. Since his mouth was occupied, each breath he took was laced with fumes from the rag.
I took a quick sniff from the bottle of poppers before I replaced the lid and put it back on the bedside table. A warm, pleasant feeling invaded my body, and clouded my head slightly. I reached to the inside pocket of my leather jacket and picked out the condoms and small bottle of lube I had inside. The condoms were put on the bedside table by the poppers, while I lubed up his hole. A few minutes of finger fucking, and I felt he was ready to proceed.
I sheathed my cock in rubber, dripped lube onto my cock and rubbed it all over. I positioned the head next to his hole, held the rag back up to his nose, and pushed in. He moaned as I slowly entered, and I pushed my entire length into him in one slow, smooth motion. The poppers and generous amounts of lube helped. I held myself over him and waited for him to become accustomed to my cock.
I leaned forward so my mouth was next to his left ear and in a low growl said "You ready?". He nodded his head enthusiastically, and I slowly began to pump away. He pushed his ass towards me, a signal that I could go faster. I did.
I fucked him as hard as I could. He moans were muffled by the socks in his mouth. I pumped him until I was close to shooting, then slowed down to a stop. I pulled my cock out. I could hear him moan, but it was more to ask what was going on.
I got off the bed and then turned him over so he was on his back. His arms were still tied, he was still blindfolded and gagged. I climbed back onto the bed, and positioned his legs onto my shoulders. I entered him again, and slowly fucked him, gradually increasing the momentum.
His cock was hard, and had left a trail of precum onto the hair that made up his treasure trail. I held his legs to my body with my left hand, and wrapped my right hand around his cock. I used the precum to lube up his cock, and jacked him off as I fucked him. I wanted him to cum with my cock up his ass. I pumped him harder, jacking his cock as I did so. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.
I felt his cock stiffen in my hand, and I worked it faster. As I fucked him, I could feel the walls of his ass contract around my cock. He began to shoot his load over his chest, and the constrictions of his ass made me cum too.
Spent, I slipped my softening cock out of his ass and I got off the bed, laying his legs back onto the bed as I did so. I pulled off the condom, and went into the bathroom next door to wash up. When I returned, Bondage Guy was still tied to the bed, the pool of cum on his chest had slowly run down his sides.
I untied the tie gaging his mouth, and removed my socks from his mouth. They were damp with his saliva. I should have thought ahead and bought another pair with me, but I didn't, so had to put those back on. I would have gone sock-less, but I was wearing boots and didn't want to get blisters. I dressed, and my last act was to untie one of his wrists before I left his apartment. He was still blindfolded when I left.
Everything we had done, he had outlined to me in our IM conversation. He wanted someone to anonymously fuck him. Wanted someone to tie him up, gag him with their sweaty socks and blindfold him, and wanted someone to hold a popper soaked rag under his nose while he was fucked. I had dressed for the part, and hoped my act lived up to his fantasy.
There were a few deviations from his plan, however. When I arrived, he was supposed to be face down on his bed, not sneaking a peak at me as I walked through the door. There was to be no kissing or talking, but the few words we exchanged couldn't be helped. I did debate whether or not to gag him with my socks, but it was his fantasy, so I played along.
He contacted me later on the hook up site, saying how much he enjoyed our session and wanted to know if we could do it again, even if I could bring a few mates with me the next time. I declined his offer. Even though taking part in his fantasy was an interesting experience, it felt scripted and, without the kissing or the spontaneity, I felt like an unpaid whore.
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
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.
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.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Fivesome
It was warm spring afternoon in early April '06. My workday had finished, so I walked through the city to O's place. He buzzed me in, and I went up to his apartment. He greeted me with a warm smile as he opened his door, in I went and we kissed.
Kissing O was always a magical experience. We chatted, flirted, and kissed as he finished up his chores. In his kitchen, we made out and things got steamy. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt to tweak his nipples as we kissed. I even lifted up the t-shirt to have a quick lick and nibble of those sensitive nubs. My cock was leaking precum into my boxer briefs, and I wanted him, but I would have to wait.
Guy #1 was due to arrive soon, and he wasn't coming alone. He had asked if he could bring someone. I said I didn't mind, and since it was O's apartment, he should be the one to have final say.
O and I had a hour to kill before Guy #1 arrived. We retired to the bedroom, and made out on his bed. Since we had a big night planned with Guy #1 and the new guy, we agreed not to take things too far. We knew we couldn't cum, but strangely that made our make out session all the more erotic. We ended up stripped of all our clothes save our underwear, teasing each others flesh, taking each others cocks into our mouths and bringing each other as close to the edge as we dared. The hour passed by very quickly.
Guy #1 sent a text to say he was on his way, so we reluctantly dressed. Although, we joked how hot it would be if O answered the door in his underwear, a big ol' bulge tenting the fabric, and then leading the guys into his bedroom, where I would be waiting, naked, stretched out on the bed, hard and ready.
We decided against it, in case it freaked out the new guy, and he turned tail and ran from our little den of iniquity. Instead, when Guy #1 arrived, O opened the door and I stood in the hallway behind him. Guy #1 entered the apartment, followed quickly by his guest, JM.
JM was in his early 20's, good looking and tall, with dark brown hair, straightened and fashionably cut. Guy #1 had good taste. We shook hands with JM, and then we followed O into the bedroom, where we stood around and chatted. Guy #1 mentioned that he tried to get another guy to join us too, but he couldn't make it.
We decided to get down to it, and so we all stripped down to our underwear. Fortunately, the boxer briefs I wore were jet black, so the wet patch from my earlier precum leakage did not show up. JM took his lead from Guy #1, so when he lay down on the bed, JM did so to. O and I stood by the bed. We began to make out again, and on the bed Guy #1 and JM did so too.
O and I then joined Guy #1 and JM on the bed. I slipped behind Guy #1, and began to kiss the back of his neck while running my hands over his muscular body. O had taken position behind JM and was doing something similar to him.
Guy #1 broke off kissing JM, twisted his upper body around and started to kiss me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I pushed mine out to meet his. I continued to massage his body as we kissed, and my hand wondered over to feel JM's slender frame, while his mouth was occupied kissing O.
We swapped partners, and I kissed JM. He was an okay kisser, but I had been spoilt with all those months of kissing O. I resumed running my hands over him, but he didn't really reciprocate. I don't think he liked my body hair, and I was by far the hairiest one there. Guy #1's body hair was light, and O shaved his off. JM was probably used to making out with hairless twinks like himself, not an otter like me.
We swapped partners again, and I was back in O's arms. Much better. I was with someone who liked my fur, although O often teased me that he would take his shaver and give my body hair a close crop. At that time the only bit of bodygrooming I regularly did was to shave my ballsack. As Dr. Evil said: "There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking".
Guy #1 received a message from the other guy who was going to join our group that night. It turned out he was free, and wanted to know if it was too late to join in. Guy #1 asked if we minded adding another to our party. JM said he didn't mind, and neither did I. As I said, it should be up to O as it was his place. O agreed.
Guy #1 dressed and left to pick up the other guy, Y. He only lived 10 minutes away, but lived with his boyfriend, who had no idea that Y was carrying on with Guy #1. Y's boyfriend was working late, leaving him free to join us.
It was left to O and me to entertain JM in Guy #1's absence. Standing up, we sandwiched him between our bodies. O was in front of him, kissing his mouth, as I stood behind him, kissing his neck and running my hands down the sides of his torso. We soon lost our underwear, and were in for a pleasant surprise. JM had a nice piece of meat dangling between his legs. At least 8.5 inches uncut.
While O worked on that lovetool with his fantastic oral talents. I applied mine to his rear end. I got down onto my knees and kissed at his cheeks. I parted them and was in for another surprise. His buttcrack was filled with thick brown hair. My hairless twink wasn't so hairless. I licked at his crack, and the hair ran across my tongue. My tongue quickly worked its way to the hairless centre of his anus, and JM gasped when I zoomed on his hole.
I remained on my knees as O and JM stood over me and fed me their cocks. I had two large pieces on manflesh to play with, one uncut and new, the other cut and very familiar. I relished each one, moving back and forth between the two as O and JM made out above me.
Guy #1 returned with Y in tow. Y was a young man from the Philippines. Small with delicate features and a hairless, compact body. As O, JM and I were completely naked, Guy #1 and Y wasted no time in joining us in that state.
Y lay out on the bed, and I joined him. I enjoyed Y very much. He was a good kisser, and had very sexy lips. While I made out with him, Guy #1, O and JM enjoyed each other. I took Y into my mouth and sucked him off and licked his hairless balls, while O kissed him.
Over the next few hours, we all changed partners and positions, and we all had fun kissing, licking and sucking each other. As usual with our group sessions, there was no fucking. At one point, seeing how much I was reveling in the new manflesh on offer, O jokingly called me a slut. I playfully slapped his ass. Though he was right, I embraced my inner slut that night.
Our little fivesome ended with Y on the bed, furiously jerking himself off. JM was kneeling on the edge of the bed, jacking off while Guy #1 was standing behind him, kissing him and rubbing his erection into JM's back. I was kneeling on the bed, facing JM and Guy #1. O was behind me, his cock in between my buttcheeks, running up and down my crack. JM was watching us intently. I guess from his viewpoint, it looked as though O was fucking me!
JM's sizable cock was jutting out in front of his body, facing me. I was in lust with that cock, and wanted to take it into my mouth again. I lost count on how many times I had that cock slide in between my lips and over my tongue that night, but I wanted it one more time.
I made a move forward to suck JM's cock again, but was restrained by O's arms holding me tight. I struggled, the lust for JM's one eyed monster clouding my mind. But, the more I struggled, the tighter O's hold became, and he was strong. I was going nowhere fast. From JM's viewpoint it looked as O was fucking me senseless, and I was trying to get away. It must have pushed him over the edge, and he shot his load.
Since I was right in front of JM, his thick ropes of semen splattered onto my body, and I was showered in his cum. I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath and he saw the cum hit my body, and JM apologised for shooting on me. I said not to worry, and I meant it. It awoke a something inside me. The force and the ferocity of the cum hitting my body that was such a turn on. To this day, one of my fantasies is to have a group of guys cum all over me.
JM, spent, got up and was directed to the en suite by O. JM quickly cleaned himself up, dressed, made his excuses, and left. While I showered JM's cum off my body, Guy #1, Y and O quickly reached their own orgasms. Guy #1 and Y cleaned up in the main bathroom and left together so Guy #1 could drop Y off before his boyfriend returned home. Guy #1 headed home himself, but texted me later that night to say how much he enjoyed the group session and the both JM and Y enjoyed it too. I helped O straighten up his bedroom, and we had a quick make out session before he dropped me off at home.
I hadn't cum yet, so alone in my bedroom, I relived the events of the fivesome, and shot my load, unfortunately into a tissue, before falling asleep.
O texted me early the next morning, saying he had woken up that morning with a hard on because of me. The night before he had caught a glimpse of me showering in his bathroom, and the thought of my naked, wet body had filtered into his subconscious mind as he slept. I texted him back saying that I would be happy to hop into his shower anytime he wanted, and maybe next time he could join me.
O and I continued seeing each other regularly for a few months afterwards. We had a few more threesomes with Guy #1, but they petered out when Guy #1 took his female partner away on holiday for the summer. Arranging time to meet O also became increasingly difficult. We were both busy with work, and although we texted each other and sent each other instant messages, we failed to meet up again until two years later.
Guy #1 and I haven't met since, although we are still in contact, and he wants to meet up again. I never saw JM or Y again.
Kissing O was always a magical experience. We chatted, flirted, and kissed as he finished up his chores. In his kitchen, we made out and things got steamy. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt to tweak his nipples as we kissed. I even lifted up the t-shirt to have a quick lick and nibble of those sensitive nubs. My cock was leaking precum into my boxer briefs, and I wanted him, but I would have to wait.
Guy #1 was due to arrive soon, and he wasn't coming alone. He had asked if he could bring someone. I said I didn't mind, and since it was O's apartment, he should be the one to have final say.
O and I had a hour to kill before Guy #1 arrived. We retired to the bedroom, and made out on his bed. Since we had a big night planned with Guy #1 and the new guy, we agreed not to take things too far. We knew we couldn't cum, but strangely that made our make out session all the more erotic. We ended up stripped of all our clothes save our underwear, teasing each others flesh, taking each others cocks into our mouths and bringing each other as close to the edge as we dared. The hour passed by very quickly.
Guy #1 sent a text to say he was on his way, so we reluctantly dressed. Although, we joked how hot it would be if O answered the door in his underwear, a big ol' bulge tenting the fabric, and then leading the guys into his bedroom, where I would be waiting, naked, stretched out on the bed, hard and ready.
We decided against it, in case it freaked out the new guy, and he turned tail and ran from our little den of iniquity. Instead, when Guy #1 arrived, O opened the door and I stood in the hallway behind him. Guy #1 entered the apartment, followed quickly by his guest, JM.
JM was in his early 20's, good looking and tall, with dark brown hair, straightened and fashionably cut. Guy #1 had good taste. We shook hands with JM, and then we followed O into the bedroom, where we stood around and chatted. Guy #1 mentioned that he tried to get another guy to join us too, but he couldn't make it.
We decided to get down to it, and so we all stripped down to our underwear. Fortunately, the boxer briefs I wore were jet black, so the wet patch from my earlier precum leakage did not show up. JM took his lead from Guy #1, so when he lay down on the bed, JM did so to. O and I stood by the bed. We began to make out again, and on the bed Guy #1 and JM did so too.
O and I then joined Guy #1 and JM on the bed. I slipped behind Guy #1, and began to kiss the back of his neck while running my hands over his muscular body. O had taken position behind JM and was doing something similar to him.
Guy #1 broke off kissing JM, twisted his upper body around and started to kiss me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I pushed mine out to meet his. I continued to massage his body as we kissed, and my hand wondered over to feel JM's slender frame, while his mouth was occupied kissing O.
We swapped partners, and I kissed JM. He was an okay kisser, but I had been spoilt with all those months of kissing O. I resumed running my hands over him, but he didn't really reciprocate. I don't think he liked my body hair, and I was by far the hairiest one there. Guy #1's body hair was light, and O shaved his off. JM was probably used to making out with hairless twinks like himself, not an otter like me.
We swapped partners again, and I was back in O's arms. Much better. I was with someone who liked my fur, although O often teased me that he would take his shaver and give my body hair a close crop. At that time the only bit of bodygrooming I regularly did was to shave my ballsack. As Dr. Evil said: "There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking".
Guy #1 received a message from the other guy who was going to join our group that night. It turned out he was free, and wanted to know if it was too late to join in. Guy #1 asked if we minded adding another to our party. JM said he didn't mind, and neither did I. As I said, it should be up to O as it was his place. O agreed.
Guy #1 dressed and left to pick up the other guy, Y. He only lived 10 minutes away, but lived with his boyfriend, who had no idea that Y was carrying on with Guy #1. Y's boyfriend was working late, leaving him free to join us.
It was left to O and me to entertain JM in Guy #1's absence. Standing up, we sandwiched him between our bodies. O was in front of him, kissing his mouth, as I stood behind him, kissing his neck and running my hands down the sides of his torso. We soon lost our underwear, and were in for a pleasant surprise. JM had a nice piece of meat dangling between his legs. At least 8.5 inches uncut.
While O worked on that lovetool with his fantastic oral talents. I applied mine to his rear end. I got down onto my knees and kissed at his cheeks. I parted them and was in for another surprise. His buttcrack was filled with thick brown hair. My hairless twink wasn't so hairless. I licked at his crack, and the hair ran across my tongue. My tongue quickly worked its way to the hairless centre of his anus, and JM gasped when I zoomed on his hole.
I remained on my knees as O and JM stood over me and fed me their cocks. I had two large pieces on manflesh to play with, one uncut and new, the other cut and very familiar. I relished each one, moving back and forth between the two as O and JM made out above me.
Guy #1 returned with Y in tow. Y was a young man from the Philippines. Small with delicate features and a hairless, compact body. As O, JM and I were completely naked, Guy #1 and Y wasted no time in joining us in that state.
Y lay out on the bed, and I joined him. I enjoyed Y very much. He was a good kisser, and had very sexy lips. While I made out with him, Guy #1, O and JM enjoyed each other. I took Y into my mouth and sucked him off and licked his hairless balls, while O kissed him.
Over the next few hours, we all changed partners and positions, and we all had fun kissing, licking and sucking each other. As usual with our group sessions, there was no fucking. At one point, seeing how much I was reveling in the new manflesh on offer, O jokingly called me a slut. I playfully slapped his ass. Though he was right, I embraced my inner slut that night.
Our little fivesome ended with Y on the bed, furiously jerking himself off. JM was kneeling on the edge of the bed, jacking off while Guy #1 was standing behind him, kissing him and rubbing his erection into JM's back. I was kneeling on the bed, facing JM and Guy #1. O was behind me, his cock in between my buttcheeks, running up and down my crack. JM was watching us intently. I guess from his viewpoint, it looked as though O was fucking me!
JM's sizable cock was jutting out in front of his body, facing me. I was in lust with that cock, and wanted to take it into my mouth again. I lost count on how many times I had that cock slide in between my lips and over my tongue that night, but I wanted it one more time.
I made a move forward to suck JM's cock again, but was restrained by O's arms holding me tight. I struggled, the lust for JM's one eyed monster clouding my mind. But, the more I struggled, the tighter O's hold became, and he was strong. I was going nowhere fast. From JM's viewpoint it looked as O was fucking me senseless, and I was trying to get away. It must have pushed him over the edge, and he shot his load.
Since I was right in front of JM, his thick ropes of semen splattered onto my body, and I was showered in his cum. I heard Guy #1 utter "Christ!" under his breath and he saw the cum hit my body, and JM apologised for shooting on me. I said not to worry, and I meant it. It awoke a something inside me. The force and the ferocity of the cum hitting my body that was such a turn on. To this day, one of my fantasies is to have a group of guys cum all over me.
JM, spent, got up and was directed to the en suite by O. JM quickly cleaned himself up, dressed, made his excuses, and left. While I showered JM's cum off my body, Guy #1, Y and O quickly reached their own orgasms. Guy #1 and Y cleaned up in the main bathroom and left together so Guy #1 could drop Y off before his boyfriend returned home. Guy #1 headed home himself, but texted me later that night to say how much he enjoyed the group session and the both JM and Y enjoyed it too. I helped O straighten up his bedroom, and we had a quick make out session before he dropped me off at home.
I hadn't cum yet, so alone in my bedroom, I relived the events of the fivesome, and shot my load, unfortunately into a tissue, before falling asleep.
O texted me early the next morning, saying he had woken up that morning with a hard on because of me. The night before he had caught a glimpse of me showering in his bathroom, and the thought of my naked, wet body had filtered into his subconscious mind as he slept. I texted him back saying that I would be happy to hop into his shower anytime he wanted, and maybe next time he could join me.
O and I continued seeing each other regularly for a few months afterwards. We had a few more threesomes with Guy #1, but they petered out when Guy #1 took his female partner away on holiday for the summer. Arranging time to meet O also became increasingly difficult. We were both busy with work, and although we texted each other and sent each other instant messages, we failed to meet up again until two years later.
Guy #1 and I haven't met since, although we are still in contact, and he wants to meet up again. I never saw JM or Y again.
Saturday, 4 July 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, 17 January 2009
Dare To Bare - Part 3
Follow the links for parts 1 and 2.
I continued to rub my hard on between his asscheeks, teasing him with it while I decided whether or not to enter him bareback like he had asked. Despite shooting my load over his ass earlier, I was feeling very horny, the thought of entering him raw is very taboo which made it all the more alluring.
I decided to go for it, moving back slightly to position the head against his hole. His ass was loose and still slick from the lube from our previous fucks, so sliding the head in was no problem. He pushed his ass back onto my hard on, and he accepted my raw cock into himself.
It felt fantastic. I could feel the walls of his ass around my cock, the slightest movement of my hips was thrilling. I can see how barebacking can become addictive, you feel so much more when fucking raw.
I had to fuck him slowly at first, to give my cock time to relish the new sensations. I almost felt like I could shoot right there and then, it was so good. My cock was the hardest it had been throughout our session, and I think he could tell too. Instead of the porn dialogue, he was moaning deeply, enjoying it as much as I was.
I pumped a little faster, and could feel the pressure increasing behind my balls and my balls beginning to rise, I was about to shoot. I slowed down my thrusting, and tried to squeeze my pc muscle to delay ejaculating. It seemed to work, and I didn't shoot.
I began nibbling on his ear as I increased thrusting. Delaying my orgasm had made me want to shoot more, and his ass felt so good. I lost myself in the moment and shot my second load of the day inside him.
This was my first experience of going raw, and it did feel good. I'm unsure if I would do it again, it would depend on the situation (how horny I feel at the time), however I have been jerking off to the memory of it ever since.
I continued to rub my hard on between his asscheeks, teasing him with it while I decided whether or not to enter him bareback like he had asked. Despite shooting my load over his ass earlier, I was feeling very horny, the thought of entering him raw is very taboo which made it all the more alluring.
I decided to go for it, moving back slightly to position the head against his hole. His ass was loose and still slick from the lube from our previous fucks, so sliding the head in was no problem. He pushed his ass back onto my hard on, and he accepted my raw cock into himself.
It felt fantastic. I could feel the walls of his ass around my cock, the slightest movement of my hips was thrilling. I can see how barebacking can become addictive, you feel so much more when fucking raw.
I had to fuck him slowly at first, to give my cock time to relish the new sensations. I almost felt like I could shoot right there and then, it was so good. My cock was the hardest it had been throughout our session, and I think he could tell too. Instead of the porn dialogue, he was moaning deeply, enjoying it as much as I was.
I pumped a little faster, and could feel the pressure increasing behind my balls and my balls beginning to rise, I was about to shoot. I slowed down my thrusting, and tried to squeeze my pc muscle to delay ejaculating. It seemed to work, and I didn't shoot.
I began nibbling on his ear as I increased thrusting. Delaying my orgasm had made me want to shoot more, and his ass felt so good. I lost myself in the moment and shot my second load of the day inside him.
This was my first experience of going raw, and it did feel good. I'm unsure if I would do it again, it would depend on the situation (how horny I feel at the time), however I have been jerking off to the memory of it ever since.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Dare To Bare - Part 2
Part one of this post can be found here.
So I was getting sucked by the guy in the previous post, and from time to time I would push my cock in all the way and hold it there. This guy liked to be dominated. I tried to get him to lick my balls (another favourite) by pulling out my cock and offering my balls near his mouth, but he just wanted to suck my cock, which he did greedily.
After a while he flipped over onto his stomach, and I lay on top of him with my cock nestled in his crack. He said he loved the feeling of a man on top of him, and the feeling of my cock slowly grinding in his crack. He wanted to be fucked again.
I told him that I was no longer wearing a condom, and he said that it was up to me if I decided to put one on. Common sense won out and I got up to find another condom, rolled it onto my erect cock when I found one and rubbed some lube onto it.
I positioned myself between his legs, using my knees to move his legs apart. Gripping the base of my cock, I slid into him again. I pumped away, meanwhile his porn dialogue repertoire had resumed. I nibbled on his ear whist fucking him and the faux dialogue was replaced with some very real moaning.
I had a need to get off, so after a while I pulled out and pulled of the condom. I started jerking off. He wanted me to cum, first in his ass, which I questioned, then on his ass, so I increased my jerking and soon shot my load over his hairy cheeks.
We cleaned up, then lay back on the bed chatting, me lying on top of him, which as I mentioned before he liked. I gave him a massage, starting with his back and shoulders,but without any oils it wasn't one of my best, still he seemed to like it.
I flipped him over and lightly licked and nibbled at his nipples. I reached for his cock and jerked him off, I wanted him to cum too, but I guess he's one of those guys that gets off on making guys cum without the need to cum themselves.
He flipped himself back onto his stomach and told me to lie on his back, which I did. We chatted for a bit like that, and he could tell I was getting horny again as my hard on had returned, and was resting between his cheeks.
I began slowly grinding myself against him, slipping into his crack, and teasing the opening of his hole with my cock head. He wanted me to stick it in him, raw. I continued teasing his hole, deciding whether or not to do it.
So I was getting sucked by the guy in the previous post, and from time to time I would push my cock in all the way and hold it there. This guy liked to be dominated. I tried to get him to lick my balls (another favourite) by pulling out my cock and offering my balls near his mouth, but he just wanted to suck my cock, which he did greedily.
After a while he flipped over onto his stomach, and I lay on top of him with my cock nestled in his crack. He said he loved the feeling of a man on top of him, and the feeling of my cock slowly grinding in his crack. He wanted to be fucked again.
I told him that I was no longer wearing a condom, and he said that it was up to me if I decided to put one on. Common sense won out and I got up to find another condom, rolled it onto my erect cock when I found one and rubbed some lube onto it.
I positioned myself between his legs, using my knees to move his legs apart. Gripping the base of my cock, I slid into him again. I pumped away, meanwhile his porn dialogue repertoire had resumed. I nibbled on his ear whist fucking him and the faux dialogue was replaced with some very real moaning.
I had a need to get off, so after a while I pulled out and pulled of the condom. I started jerking off. He wanted me to cum, first in his ass, which I questioned, then on his ass, so I increased my jerking and soon shot my load over his hairy cheeks.
We cleaned up, then lay back on the bed chatting, me lying on top of him, which as I mentioned before he liked. I gave him a massage, starting with his back and shoulders,but without any oils it wasn't one of my best, still he seemed to like it.
I flipped him over and lightly licked and nibbled at his nipples. I reached for his cock and jerked him off, I wanted him to cum too, but I guess he's one of those guys that gets off on making guys cum without the need to cum themselves.
He flipped himself back onto his stomach and told me to lie on his back, which I did. We chatted for a bit like that, and he could tell I was getting horny again as my hard on had returned, and was resting between his cheeks.
I began slowly grinding myself against him, slipping into his crack, and teasing the opening of his hole with my cock head. He wanted me to stick it in him, raw. I continued teasing his hole, deciding whether or not to do it.
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Dare To Bare - Part 1
"Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck me!"
This guy had definitely been watching one too many porn movies, and didn't know how much of a turn off it was. He was lying naked on the bed, and I quickly stripped off my remaining clothes and joined him.
I lay on top of him and we kissed. I moved down to lick his neck, then down to suck and nibble on his tits. Tits being an accurate description as he was a little heavier than his profile picture. I made a little sawing action on his engorged nipple with my teeth which sent him into a state of bliss and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
He wanted to be fucked there and then, so went across the room to get a little kit bag containing the condoms and lube, and I rolled a condom onto my cock as he lubed up his hole.
He returned to the bed, lying on his back, legs in the air, with his ass hanging off the edge. My sheathed cock entered him, and he moaned audibly. I slowly pushed in until my cock had fully entered him then left it there for a moment. His legs had come to rest on my shoulders, and again he said what he wanted:
"Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck me!"
I obliged, pulling out slowly, before pushing back in with a little more force. I slid in easily, and again he moaned. I made a circular movement with my hips, which made his head swoon back.
He wanted it harder, and deeper, so I held his legs tighter and pulled him part way off the bed. More of his weight was now supported by my legs, and meant I could use those muscles to pump deeper into him.
His incessant porn star moaning did nothing for me, and after a few minutes I started to loose my hard on. I pulled out and jerked my cock to get it hard again. Meanwhile he had flipped over onto his front and said he wanted me to lie on top of him. I did, using my legs to push his apart, rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks before I entered him again.
A few minutes of ass pumping went by, accompanied by yet more porn dialogue, so unsexy, and again I began to loose hardness. I pulled out and turned him over on his back, using that time to jerk more blood back into my cock. Again he placed his legs on my shoulders, I entered and spent time working his tits with my mouth as I fucked him.
The fuck was doing nothing for me, and again staying hard became an issue. I pulled out of his ass for a third time, ripped the condom off my cock, and with a little bit of maneuvering aimed my cock into his mouth, which put a stop to the porn style moaning.
Much better, I grew harder in his mouth, and face fucked him. I changed position, with me standing and his head hanging off the edge of the bed. This allowed me to go in deeper.
I attempted the 69, which is one of my favourite sexual positions, but I guess he doesn't like having his cock sucked, so I had to go without that sexual favourite.
More about this latest fuck in the next post.
This guy had definitely been watching one too many porn movies, and didn't know how much of a turn off it was. He was lying naked on the bed, and I quickly stripped off my remaining clothes and joined him.
I lay on top of him and we kissed. I moved down to lick his neck, then down to suck and nibble on his tits. Tits being an accurate description as he was a little heavier than his profile picture. I made a little sawing action on his engorged nipple with my teeth which sent him into a state of bliss and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
He wanted to be fucked there and then, so went across the room to get a little kit bag containing the condoms and lube, and I rolled a condom onto my cock as he lubed up his hole.
He returned to the bed, lying on his back, legs in the air, with his ass hanging off the edge. My sheathed cock entered him, and he moaned audibly. I slowly pushed in until my cock had fully entered him then left it there for a moment. His legs had come to rest on my shoulders, and again he said what he wanted:
"Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck me!"
I obliged, pulling out slowly, before pushing back in with a little more force. I slid in easily, and again he moaned. I made a circular movement with my hips, which made his head swoon back.
He wanted it harder, and deeper, so I held his legs tighter and pulled him part way off the bed. More of his weight was now supported by my legs, and meant I could use those muscles to pump deeper into him.
His incessant porn star moaning did nothing for me, and after a few minutes I started to loose my hard on. I pulled out and jerked my cock to get it hard again. Meanwhile he had flipped over onto his front and said he wanted me to lie on top of him. I did, using my legs to push his apart, rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks before I entered him again.
A few minutes of ass pumping went by, accompanied by yet more porn dialogue, so unsexy, and again I began to loose hardness. I pulled out and turned him over on his back, using that time to jerk more blood back into my cock. Again he placed his legs on my shoulders, I entered and spent time working his tits with my mouth as I fucked him.
The fuck was doing nothing for me, and again staying hard became an issue. I pulled out of his ass for a third time, ripped the condom off my cock, and with a little bit of maneuvering aimed my cock into his mouth, which put a stop to the porn style moaning.
Much better, I grew harder in his mouth, and face fucked him. I changed position, with me standing and his head hanging off the edge of the bed. This allowed me to go in deeper.
I attempted the 69, which is one of my favourite sexual positions, but I guess he doesn't like having his cock sucked, so I had to go without that sexual favourite.
More about this latest fuck in the next post.
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