Sunday, August 12, 2012

Hot Sex

We'd been messaging for months.  Him wanting me to suck him, me wanting to suck him. It seemed ok. Scheduling was a fucking drag - as it went on for months with no actual interaction other than emails now and again.

42, 5'11, athletic.

But I was in a mood after the married guy in the previous post porked my ass.  As luck would have it, a few meetings got canceled and I emailed the guy asking if he were free. He was, but I had to come to him.  Fine.

His pics represented him very closely, which can be a nice change. He was nice, and in ways too nice, but I can get over that - and later, he'd have hints of less niceness.

While I was supposed to blow him, he started feeling my cock up through my shorts. Then out of my shorts. I felt up his cock through his shorts as well.

He was asking if me blowing him right there in the living room was ok.  Dude, I don't care where I go on my knees - I don't care who sees......most of the time. He mentioned he had stripped his bed for laundry, so he didn't want to go to his room. Ok. Here was fine.

But during the convo, he reached around and started feeling my furry ass.  He liked what he felt....I liked his hands on it. More attention was to my ass than anything else and I sensed a blow job would only be the foreplay - this was going further.   ...and it did - upstairs, exactly where he didn't want to go.

I did blow him. I did eat his nuts. I did munch, suck and kiss his asshole, but we knew what was going to happen.  He kept telling me "good boy" - when clearly I was anything but.

He reached into his bedside drawer and I expected the worse - a condom, as he said 'safe only'. Alas, the only thing he pulled out was lube and poppers. I said nothing. He said nothing.

He put lube on his hands and worked a finger or two into my ass. It felt good. I may have forgotten to mention that I had taken a load a few hours before and it still resided up that bum.

As he worked his fingers up my ass, I felt a little uncomfortable. Then I felt heat. I said nothing. The heat got a little intense and I assumed he was using that KY 'warming' lube. As I have never used/felt it, I had no idea the intensity of it all.

Like a good bottom boy, I kept my fucking mouth shut and let him do what he needed / wanted.  Soon he was positioned behind me, with my shoulders/face down to the mattress, ass up - and him pushing in.

Whatever heat I was feeling was replaced by cock. Hot flesh.

After a few minutes, he pulled out complaining of heat / pain.

As it turns out, he had been chopping hot peppers before I arrived and had not sufficiently washed his hands - if he had washed them at all. The oil from the peppers made its way from him hands, to my ass - and from my asshole to his shaft.

If you're not a fan of hot peppers, one thing you never do it drink water, as it only intensifies the heat. Milk is the preferred method for cooling as the protein does something to counteract it all. And while deep down I knew this, I wasn't really thinking in this regard.

We took a break to cool down and clean off the oils - but I did it with water and a wash cloth.  That did nothing for what I was feeling, but on I was a good 15 minutes into it now and quite adjusted. Still the burned continued. Oddly, it did not dampen our enthusiasm for getting back to the bed.

My mouth went back to the cock and balls, and soon enough, I found myself on my belly and a man with a 6.5" cock back at my hole....and fucking me.  Nice and steady, but not as hard as he could have been.

My hands had been in front of me, gripping the edge of the bed, but he grabbed then, put them behind my back and grasp each wrist. There he held them - forced them - behind to stay behind me as he leveraged himself to fuck me harder.

This was more like it.

His mouth to my ear, biting it, breathing heavily in it and sometimes speaking into it, he pumped my butt with his hard dick. There was some burning still, but I was well past that. The hot sex was now from his hip action and pinning my hands. He was a man on a mission.

In my ear, he was telling me he was going to breed my ass.  So much for 'safe only'.  Typical though.

And breed me he did. With barely a sound or a word, he shot directly up my ass, as deep as that squirt would go into my guts. I took it like a "good boy", not that I had much of a choice in that position.

Afterward, he laid on top of me until he naturally slid out.

He rolled over on his back, I did the same, though this legs were near or over my chest. His cock right there.  I just leaned up and over a bit and it was in my mouth.  Ass to mouth.  He loved that.

He talked of fucking me. He talked of how it felt breeding me. He talked about how my mouth felt on his ass - he said that last part so much, soon he was sitting on my face, my tongue deep up his shitter. He stroked much of the time.

Soon he was over my mouth telling me to open wide. I did and took his second load.  Perfect.  Three loads in six hours or less.

I was laying there with a hard-on, as would almost be expected. I was not expected to cum - I never expect that. It is not my place. But he was waffling on whether he wanted me to or not.  Part of him wanted to see it.  Part of him wanted to deny me. I usually get the denial and am ok with that.

Finally he decided to have me jerk off and shoot my load.  I'm nothing if not a exhibitionist, so I did as I was told.

The load was intense. Plenty on my abs and chest and up to my chin. He even mentioned something about it going past me, off the bed and onto his hardwood floors.  Kudos to me.

I'm not sure it counts, but I got another load that day.  He scooped some of my jizz up and not only fed it to me - which I ate, but he pushed some up my ass too - and it somewhat joined the other two loads already up there.

A hot time was had by all.  I had spent almost two hours there - and I had to get back to work. With my own cum smeared in my beard and his ass smell on there too, I gladly walked back to my car and drove home feeling a bit more sated.

....for now.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Uninvited Delivery

For a while, off and on, I have been blowing a married man.

I haven't written about it since it is all just too mundane for the most part. He has a decent 7" cock that curves to the right, but that's about all there is to say about him.

He tries to be verbal and now and again can pull it off, but most of the time he is too timid to really groan or swear it out. Hey, I'm into that, what can I say?

He also always delivers a sizable, if not a mostly tasteless load. But it's another one I get under my belt, as does he - albeit a different belt.

Today - like this morning - he stopped by for a blowjob. I needed a mid-morning snack, so why not?

But something changed today.  He arrived, we went to our mutual areas and stripped - he likes me naked. I don't care one way or another. But he saw me naked and came over and felt my chest - a weakness. I trembled.

He reached behind and felt my ass and into the crack.....trailing down to the hole.  I trembled more.  Noticeably. I wouldn't be any good at poker.

He sat me in the chair he normally sits in.  The one I kneel in front of to blow him. He played with my balls. He leaned down and lightly licked them. He was hesitant. It wasn't his first time, but I wouldn't call him experienced, though I reacted appropriately, as I like to have those licked lightly.

Surprisingly, he went south. Farther south. Right to where his finger had been before.

If he thought I trembled before, he got a much better reaction this time.  Again, not experienced, but when does a tongue on a hole have to have a resume's worth of experience?  I also find it hard to believe it was his first time as he claimed. Married guys don't eat ass willingly - do they?

I figured that somewhere he'd tire of that and I'd get down to my normal cocksucking and swallowing of cum of a married man.  How wrong I was.

"Rick" leaned up from between my legs, me sitting in that chair with my legs spread and up on my desk. I was actually in good position and he knew it and used it to his advantage.

Up on one knee, he was able to position his 7" curved dick at my hole. He didn't ask permission. I didn't say 'yes' or 'don't'.  He did it.

Slowly, methodically, he slid into me. I did not stop him. My lack of stopping was no doubt my encouragement, though I have him no verbal ok.

There was resistance of course, but it went in without any difficulty and I liked the angle.  He pumped my ass for a good 10 minutes before sliding out. I was hoping he was not done, but I have him no verbals of permission.

Surprising, he went back to eating my ass then spit on his cock and once again, he was in. This time there was not 10 minutes - more like three and he was over the edge.

As he was shooting, he asks if it was ok to cum in me.

Dude - you don't really care and you're a little too late. I felt no pulse of his dick or load, but going by his face, it was happening.

He slipped out and fell back onto the floor, out of breath as he couldn't believe what had just happened, when he clearly could.  I don't believe it was a spur of the moment decision on his part. So good for him.

Of course, he cleaned up and left - and I was still wicked horny.

But you'll get that in part 2 of my day.

Friday, August 03, 2012

Lent

Some many months back, I started blowing a guy I had met on Scruff and Recon about the same time. Same guy - same profiles, same pics. He talked a good game, and while he's older, shorter, etc, his head was in the right space.

He is a dom.  A nice dom, but in charge, nonetheless.

I even wrote about him here - and included, if I can pat myself on the back a little - I have the best blowjob he's ever had. As I said then and now, he's older and experienced, so I take it as high praise.

I've met with him several times since and he is truly appreciative of my oral skills. While we tried anal, he is a stickler for wrapping it and I just don't like that. So since then, we've foregone anymore attempts at him fucking me.

But not long ago, he had an idea to present me to his partner, as a gift. A gift of a blowjob.

It was a hot prospect but one that never truly came to fruition over the months. I put that idea well out of my mind.  .....until last Friday.

I get a text from the original guy, asking if I was free at 11:00a the next morning. His partner would be getting home late Friday night and if he was in a decent frame of mind, he'd put it on the table to have me come over and suck this guy off.

The stipulation would be - they won't really talk about the event to each other, and I wouldn't talk about either one to the other, before or after. I can do that.  Oh, and the requesting male would not be at the house. I was a gift, not a sideshow.

I found the house with no trouble. The front door was open, with the screen door shut, so I knew he was home. I figured I'd try my luck and go early.  I was not disappointed.

I knocked. He came to the door. I said something simple: "I believe you're expecting me".  He nodded and let me in.  No names, but I was directed upstairs to a bedroom. The bed was black leather - or pleather, no sheets and a few pillows.

Man #2 was in late 50s I'm guessing, tan. Very tan. Tan all over. Either had a tanning bed somewhere or just back from a lengthy vacation where clothing was optional. Not a tanline to be seen, and given the 'hood, backyard nudity wasn't really an option - too many prying eyes. The same eyes that probably saw me pull up and go in the house.

We got right down to it. I was hoping Man #1 didn't oversell me. Normally, I like to be on my knees with a guys standing over me, at least to start.  This guy sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back. His present, it was just my job.

The cock was maybe 6", nothing bad, nothing to write home about.

With each movement of my mouth, he raised his hips. It was hard to get a rhythm.

I know you're thinking he was fucking my face, but he really wasn't. It was almost like involuntary movements and it was hard to pace the blowjob, which is what I'm all about, and what gave me such a high review with his partner.  I felt like I was failing.

However, this guy was into it. His verbals - though only moans - indicated he was enjoying it. He liked my shaft work, my ball licking/sucking and I went further south. The guy REALLY enjoyed me chomping on his shit hole.

It was super smooth and really clean, so I was tasting  - not soap, but maybe some body gel or something. It wasn't unpleasant, but it didn't taste like "man".  I like tasting a man, not product.  Still, the guy responded. He clearly liked having his ass eaten, which is good because I love doing it.

That went on for about 10 minutes and it was back to his cock. And though he was hard, I could tell, I wasn't really getting to the end of the job. I'm not sure if it was me, the situation, him, a combo of, so I went a little for broke.

Knowing he responded so well to his ass being eaten, I slipped a finger up there. He liked it. He liked two even more.  Eventually, there were three.

...and sooner than later, he was bucking and ready to blow.  And he did spurt. A decent sized load without much taste.  While I love the taste of spooge, it was more the act that I liked, getting him off as a present from his partner.

We straightened ourselves up and I walked downstairs and thanked him. He did the same.

I got a note two days later from his partner, saying guy #2 was in a chipper mood when he returned home and was making dinner and just had a big smile on his face.

True to form, they didn't talk a word about the event.