Monday, December 14, 2015

Two at Once

It almost never happens that the stars align and you get two guys at once......semi on purpose.

The Nerd and I had a planned meeting and some guy messaged me and asked me to suck his cock. As it would have it, earlier the Nerd lamented that he wished he could see me suck another dick and take another load.

Hmmmm.

I invited the second guy over and he immediately agreed. Good.

He had a decent body / dick. I mean, almost no cock is as good as the Nerd's, but it wouldn't be small by any means.

Both of them said they were running late, and oddly, both showed up at the exact same time. I mean really - WHEN does that happen?  Never, I tell ya.

I always expect guys to initially feel weird around each other that they don't know. Especially the Nerd. He seems so nice and so reserved. But he led the way into the house, basically showing the other guy where we play. He was the first to start undoing his pants, though the new guy followed right behind. There was not a moment's hesitation from either. Good.

At first we formed a triangle. I had one hand on each of their cocks and both of them had a hand on mine.

But we weren't there for jacking off, so I got on my knees. Knowing the Nerd can reach orgasm quickly, I stayed away from him at first. And I was sucking the other guy so the Nerd could watch him blow in my mouth. The new guy seemed nice enough, but this was a gift for my blowjob buddy.

The new guy got to a nice 7". It was on the thinner side, but with a nice arched curve. I got them together so I could suck them both.....which is always harder than it seems. Body placement makes it difficult to get between them where they are close enough to both fit into my mouth. And it doesn't help that that Nerd has such a big cock. I'm not complaining about that last part.

I would switch off between the two. The Nerd loved watching me blow the other guy. The other guy wanted to blow the Nerd. It is why I hate three ways. Like I want to be edged out of my own sexual coordinated meeting.  Fuck that.

As much as Nerd is a fast cummer, it wasn't too difficult to get the new guy off.  He sprayed my mouth with his jizz. For show, for the Nerd, I let it linger on my tongue. I held it there as he was jacking and on edge.

In no time, he added his huge load (always a huge load!) onto the first. The pool of cream was so big, it had no choice but to start leaking down my throat off the back of my tongue. Still, I held it as long as I could for all to see.

And then I swallowed like a good boy.

Everyone got themselves together afterwards - with me not getting off, as usual - and then the new guy asked the Nerd for a ride home.

Fuck. I don't see this ending well for me.

I did send the Nerd an email apologizing for that - I told him I didn't know he didn't drive over and would never expected him to give him a ride. He said it was no big deal, but I think we all know that the new guy hit on the Nerd for the entire ride - right?

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

Reality

I had been to a party that evening. To say that it was predominantly bears would be an understatement.

We've been through this before on this blog - I might be a bear from the 70s or 80s - meaning full and hairy. Now I don't know what I am. Bears today are just fat. Let's just call it what it is. I'm 6'2" and about 190. I'm not thin, I'm not fat. I'm like the fucking third bear in 'Goldilocks'.  I'm just fucking right!

Actually, maybe one-third were the nowadays bear type. Maybe another third the old bear definition. And then there were a spattering of others. There wasn't really a twink in sight.

You could probably count the men without facial hair on two hands - maybe one - and there were a good 130 folks at this party. Off the top of my head, I can only remember four with no beard, goatee or mustache.

Many of the men were handsome. One, I had a slight crush on, but he was watching the football game and ignoring me.....and most everyone else. I'd catch him giving me a sideways glance, mostly because two guys I was conversing with mentioned my liking of this guy.

Normally, I'm not a shy guy....unless I like someone. Then I'm 13 and don't know how to interact. If it were just fucking.....I'm golden. And of these 130 folks, I knew a dozen or so, all who were around me......watching.....waiting......judging. Like I need that shit.

I was completely thrown off guard when he stopped by to say, "it was nice to meet you" - and in my clumsy, moronic comeback of "we didn't actually meet.....", and he was gone.

And while that guy was handsome, he was, dare I say it, oddly goodlooking to me. I would suspect others might not see him through my eyes.

However about another guy there, it is doubtful anyone would have discounted he was in the top 5 of great looking guys at the party.

Taller than myself. Masculine looking. Dark blonde hair. NO facial hair. Well dressed. Wedding ring. And alone.  ......not that I noticed!

Ok I did - but so did everyone else. I saw no one talk to him. I'm not sure if he didn't know anyone, wasn't well liked or my third guess which is more accurate:  he was a little shy and his stellar looks ironically made him unapproachable.

He left the party maybe an hour before I did. And by the time I did, I was sporting a good buzz.

I was back safely and logged onto Scruff and boom - there he was, 3 miles away. So I shot a non-threatening message, though a little stalker-ish:  "have fun at the party?"

He did, though he said no one talked to him. I theorized with him as to why and he was stunned that anyone would think he was goodlooking.  Either he is totally unaware (I said, "do you own a mirror?"), he's modest or just lying. Either way, it was endearing.

He said he was at home, naked playing Wii tennis.

That's quite an admission for just a Scruff conversation, but I pictured it in my head immediately. Which was maybe his end game. Then he shot me a few pictures of himself.....all his ass.

Damn!

A fucking gorgeous bottom.  Who the fuck needs that???

Still, by this time I was drunk and horny. And we had engaged in banter. He wanted to get together, and I thought I'd quash it by saying I was too drunk to drive. He goes: "I'll be there in 5".   Fuck. I had to get my 'top act' together.

He was right on time. He stripped right down.

Here is a great thing for us folks who are sensitive by our looks. The guy had a great face and dressed well, but all that hid a very very average body. Hairless. Pale. Small nips. Average cock.

He kissed, but not well. He ate ass, but not well. He sucked cock ok though.

All of this you could say was disappointing. To me, it was kind of reaffirming. Looks don't give you everything.

Nothing was wrong with him at all. But it's that bar haze (even though I wasn't at a bar) being lifted and reality is just that: reality.  He was human and flawed like all of us.

Soon enough he was bent over the bed. I had lube, I used it. He didn't ask for a condom, I didn't offer. He said in his Scruff chat something about being bred. I assumed he knew what that meant. Innocent, he wasn't.

He cringed and pulled away at my entry. I wasn't delicate about it, but he wasn't new to this either. And yes, I can be large, but he seemed to be that incognito slut. The guy no one would suspect would show up at your place at 3am.

I went in easier on next try. He opened up nicely. The rug in the room gave for shitting grip and the fuck was awkward. I mean, I was trying to be a top, so awkward would be the best case scenario.

We changed positions to him on his back, center of the bed.

He was talking about how he had fucked someone earlier in the day. He didn't know who it was. Never asked. They never talked. But I knew it might just be talk, since his legs were at my shoulders ever so easily. I'm not sure he was any more of a top than I was. If at all.

Being drunk didn't help me, but it might have assisted him. When I got to going, I was really putting it to him. But it was a clumsy fuck, I felt on my side. If he did, he said nothing.

And yes, I bred him. 7 days of cum into his tiny hairless hole.

As he dressed, he yammered on about Wii Tennis. How he plays, who he plays, etc.  I mean, I was starting to think it was at least one reason why no one might have chatted him up at the party.

While I was still a little drunk, I was seeing more clearly. Facially he was still handsome, though dare I say, not as much so as when a group of us spotted him at the party. Beer Goggles and all. But the sheen had worn off him too. He was no longer on a pedestal,  this unobtainable man.

He was just a regular guy who like semi-anonymous sex.

...and that works for me.

Monday, December 07, 2015

Lubed

Some days my craigslist ads are better received than others. I cannot for the life of me, figure out what the trigger is that either keeps people away or draws them in. I'd like to say I'm extremely clever in my ad writing, but when it comes down to it - it's just the basics.

Maybe it's just availability of others that are in near proximity. That seems too easy.

So I kind of forgot about the ad since I got almost no responses all day. I went about my day working, do errands, walking the dog - you name it. Then I got a call from a blocked number. He said he replied via email, but didn't hear anything. I was honest, saying since no one had taken interest, I hadn't checked email in a bit.

His stats were impressive and he had a great sounding voice: Married. Italian. Hairy. 5'9". Muscular. Full Beard.

With all this - I kind of gay-swooned. In my would-be sex haze, I neglected to ask the one stat he forgot. But married and Italian, his schlong had to be ok, right?  Right???

Ehhhhhhhhh.........

First, he was fairly handsome. He seemed shorter than 5'9", but it couldn't have been by much. As it was cold out he had layers on, so he looked ok, but not muscular. Until he took off his shirt. Since it was supposed to be a blowjob, and it was cold, I never expected the shirt to come off.

The man's arms were nice, but just nice. His chest was nice. His abs were incredible. And the fur on them......wooof. The ass was nice and firm too.

The cock? ehhhhh...maybe 5" fully hard.  MAYBE.

I think the rest of the package of man was enough to overlook that.

He stated he was happy when I came to the door. I looked like my picture - though the ad pic was a close up of my mouth wrapped around a penis or two. But it's true not all pics posted are of the actual guys. As he talked, he got close and closer. He was testing me - and I was passing....or failing.

It's a 50/50 shot if I'd ever kiss someone, but I did with him. He had great lips. Soft but experienced. No darting tongue. Sensual. Sexual. Intimate. He got me hard.

I had peeled off my shirt at this point and my pants were around my thighs - jeans and underwear. He felt my ass and groaned. I also got a hearty smack on one of the cheeks. This ass-attention was unexpected as it was to be a blowjob. I am not complaining though.

As it would turn out, my lips would never touch his cock.

We stood there. I fondled him while making out. His hands would hold my butt cheeks. And at some point, he said he wanted to see my ass and turned me around. Soon enough he was pressed against me. Poking, but not prodding.

I didn't stop him when he slid a finger up my ass. Nor when he slid a second one. And he didn't even use spit.

Deftly, he guided me to my office desk. I sat on it, legs spread. He nestled his penis between my legs and under my nuts. He wasn't aggressive as you'd think he might. Confident, sure.  I took the initiative to lay back a bit. What he did surprised me.

He knelt down and licked my taint. And then my ass. If he wasn't experienced at this task, he was more than skilled. My fucking god he was more than skilled. He made me quiver. It is what I suspect I do to guys when I eat their hole.

I think he was ready to fuck me with no lube. He isn't that big, but it's been a little while. I spit on my hand and lubed him a little. With my legs back, he slipped inside of me. I'd say a little at a time, but it didn't take that long to take all of him. He's not that big.

The size made it a little problematic completing a partial withdraw. It also made it impossible for me to use my ass muscle to squeeze his shaft, as it would immediately expel him from my ass.

Laying back on the desk wasn't the best position - for him. I did want to see his face while he fucked me, but he really couldn't fuck me that way. Bending over the desk was just as problematic.

We ended up, me on the floor, balancing on my forearms and elbows, ass in the air.

He fucked me so hard that I had rug burns on those forearms and elbows.

He warned me he was a loud cummer, and I suppose it's all relative, as I didn't think he was all that loud. But he did deliver a great line.

"There's your fucking lube".....as he shot into me, four days worth.

The encounter wasn't perfect......but it was kind of fun. I'd be up for a rematch if he requests.

Friday, December 04, 2015

Open Wide

He's been over - maybe twice before. I never remember his email when he contacts me and the description he sends is just so vague, that until he pulls up do I remember him at all.

This last time - this last week - he was pussyfooting around to show up or not. He didn't like that I took video the time before. I said it wasn't needed, but here he was thinking someone could identify him from his cock. And it is a nice cock, but out of the millions on the internet, no one is picking his out of a line up.  No offense to him.

He is Italian. If he didn't tell you before - which he did - that horn that Italian men seem to wear around their neck would have been a clue. Along with his Italian flag pendant on the same chain.

He is also one of these guys who insists on stripping down completely for a blowjob. It's nice and all, but really, just whip out your cock and let me work it. The time it takes them to find where they flung their clothes and get redressed can just be awkward.

Last time, I swore the guy was high as a kite too. From his emails I was wondering the same thing, but he seemed pretty normal upon arrival, so that was a plus.

He let me gnaw on his cock through his tight jeans. But those came off, then he let me gnaw on and rub my face over the lump in his briefs.

I'll give it up for his moaning verbal skills once I pulled the cock out the side and wrapped my lips around the head.

The man received an excellent blowjob from me. Before he arrived, he offered to take video on my phone - which I didn't get, as he didn't want video at all. But instead of rocking the boat, I never brought it up upon his arrival. It was a single focused case of giving head.

While I prefer guys standing in front of me, he likes to sit. Who am I to disagree?  So he sat while I gave him expert head.

Swirling my tongue. Going deep. Head licks. Shaft licks. Bobbing up and down ever so well.

But then he got this idea:  he wanted to stand, have me open my mouth so he could watch himself ejaculate into it....but at his control, which pretty much meant finishing himself off.

Who was I to say 'no'?

The way he stood, I had to twist my neck to the side. I opened wide. I waited. I waited. And then he came.............and came.........and came.

He watched it pool in my mouth, as I purposefully held it there for him to see. Sure I could have let it just slide down my throat, but clearly he wanted a visual, and I helped him with that.

He was exhausted and I just let that semen slip into my gullet and then my stomach.

As he dressed, all I could think of is: "fuck I wish I had that on video!"

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

The Return and the Disappearance

There has not been tons of activity since a little before Thanksgiving.  Stupid friends and family getting in my way - and in the way of newbies and regulars. Wasn't I supposed to be giving them thanks - the only way I know how?

So the re-start of people's post-holiday schedules hasn't been all it could be - at least where I am concerned.  Ads have been placed and mostly ignored.  "Woofs" have been sent on hook-up apps and mostly ignored. What is a fucking faggot to do?

In general, I don't reach out to my "regulars" and especially not to my "semi-regulars". I know many are attached - to a man or woman - so I try to respect their privacy. At least until my horniness gets the best of me, like this week.

So, while trying to be discreet as possible, I emailed or texted - never called. That's not my style.

One text brought the KISS guy over. A nice big load was delivered by him, though truth be told, I would have rather he planted it up my ass. He rubbed the hole, but didn't do the deed. I'm beginning to think he might never do that again.

There were two new black guys. One watched straight porn on his phone while he pretended I wasn't there. The other guy literally came in a minute's time. Not a minute of sucking, but a minute from me going to my knees, even before I had a chance to get lips to penis.

And there was the return of the guy who likes to gag me. It's a beautiful cock, for sure, but I'm not that big into guys who get high - and if they do, I'm really not fond of guys who reek of it. My mouth and nose are already taking in a bunch of smells - that is not one I want. And it was the overwhelming one. Still, I finished the job, because I'm an unpaid professional. I want him back again, but there will be a slight discussion about how he returns.

I did the real stretch and contact the ex-military guy.  He had only called, so I had to send a text message from my recent call list. Though I questioned how local he was, he assured me he was, though he had a Florida area code. That means nothing now a days, as numbers are portable. But I sent a message to get a reply that it was a 'non working number'.

Perhaps it is a trac phone that gets no messages, but I'm trying reallllllly hard not to just call him. I want a repeat.............badly. Because the repeat was supposed to be a deep drill fucking.

I also send an email to the Nerd.

Our schedules had not been compatible as of late, but this evening, for a short period of time, we had a window. He had somewhere to be at 6:15p. He said he'd arrive at 5:20p, though with the crappy weather and rush hour, I knew he wouldn't - and he didn't. He got there, but late.

There was little time for my normal admiration of him. He is blithely unaware of how "cute" he is and how gorgeous his cock is. I'm not sure I want him to know at this point. The unawareness is endearing. It almost makes me want to kiss him, but I think that could freak him out. So for the moment, I use my mouth for one thing - and one thing only.


I can edge him and love doing so. Or I can get him off in two minutes. I love doing that as well. Both have their moments. Tonight, it was somewhere in between, though it skewed a bit to the getting him off quicker. He arrived late and I don't want him to be late for his next meeting. I want him to think I respected his time enough that he won't resent me down the road - that he had to make up excuses for his tardiness.

I do love the way he trembles when he ejaculates. The orgasm comes from the center of his body and resonates from his toe to his head and back again - and several times, at that.

The load is always more than respectful in size. I show it to him each time, as I know he likes to see how productive he was. I like that about him. And to be honest, I like to show off at the reward of my skills.

We still talk about him fucking me....again. I hope that happens sooner than later. That is one I'd love to take while doing poppers, but he's not a fan - doing them or being around them. Since I vocalized issues here about the pot smoking, the least I can do is be respectful of his liked / dislikes.

I am zeroing in on my 2015 goal. I'm sure I'll share with you when I reach the goal or at the end of the year. I'm fairly pleased, but if the December holidays are anything like Thanksgiving, I might be close...........but no cigar.