Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Return of the Ass Eater

The guy from a few weeks ago sent me a message that he'd like to eat my ass......again.

Who am I to say 'no'?

Let's face it, the guy did an incredible job. One that I would do to someone else with all that attention to detail.

I had an appointment around the corner, so it was a quick walk to his place. He was waiting. And like last time it was directly into the bedroom and pants came off - both of ours. I stripped off my suit too.

His mouth went around my dick and it felt wonderful. The guy is truly gifted when it comes to giving head. But while I knew that he'd want to do more of that eventually, he wanted my ass. And I tried to accommodate his need. If you remember, he wanted me a little more 'ripe' than I care to be.

I probably didn't go as much as he wanted, but as much as I was willing to take on. For all my perversions - being dirty isn't one of them. But we've all been there when we had that not-so- fresh feeling. I just like to minimize those times whenever possible.

But like last time, he ate like a pro and I took it like one. On my back, on my stomach and on my knees. He did some incredible things with his tongue on my taint. Just really sent me flying.

Without me knowing about it he came while jacking off. No reason I should have known, as I was on my belly and he was kneeling behind me. I couldn't see a thing. And he played with my ass a lot.

What I didn't know (also) was he was scooping up his load and pushing it up my ass. Very hot. And he never lost his hard-on.

You don't need a Ph.D. to figure out what he planned for next. It was long overdo for me and he was the right guy at the right time. He pushed right up me and lasted all of two minutes. But I came to fine he was playing with himself all along.

That's ok too. I wasn't looking for an LTR. : )

And to be fair, he went down and licked up my crack while maintaining his load up my hole.

Oh - then he sucked me dry.

Not a bad way to end a Tuesday.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Shower Suck Off

Today was a gym day. Unremarkable by most standards - as I have mentioned that I don't fool around at the gym. Or at least I have not in the past.

As I mentioned a few posts back, the gym shower is undergoing renovations. The temporary showers have curtains on them - and the actual temporary locker room is in another building and in a basement. It is kind of a perfect set-up for mischief - if the crowds are not too big.

Like today.

After my workout I was the only person down there. I stripped down and was about to talk into the shower area when in walked another guy.

I've seen this guy around town and a few times at the gym. He is a hot-shot lawyer and has strong connections to the governor and such. He is about my age, 6' 180 with short, light brown hair. I also assumed he was queer - always have.

We made eye contact as I was strolling with no towel wrapped around my mid-section. I'm not horribly shy as you might imagine. I think he made more than contact with my eyes.

I purposely pick a shower at the far wall (I always do), but also don't completely close my curtain. Water goes on and I start to soap up.

Like clockwork "Tim" takes the shower across from me and he does not completely draw his curtain either. I had forgotten that the soap dispenser in that shower is missing and he actually moves to the one next to it, but one that is still across from me. The curtain is only 80% closed. Perfect.

I look out and catch him doing the same. It seems like a lifetime but it really is about 90 seconds of cruising. I soap my dick. He pulls on his. We both grow to very respectable lengths. Tim then jumps over to his first shower for me to get a better view. Trust me, the one I had was just fine.

He then mouths to me (since we weren't 100% sure there was no one who had entered the locker room) "can I come over?". I nod in the affirmative. He hustles over and for the first time, the shower curtain is pulled tight.

Each of our right hands found the other's now erect dicks. But there was only a few stroked before I just went to my knees. Granted before I made it down there, his hands were on my shoulders. Before I got my mouth to the base of his cock, his hands were at the back of my head.

...and there they stayed.

Tim took charge, nicely, but he was still in charge. It was a silent time, but he thrust in and out of my mouth. It was fucking heaven.

Dominance. 8" hard penis. Public sex. Silent sex.

We were operating on borrowed time. He never let up on this thrusts - nor did I want him to. But we both knew what was going to happen. Too soon, but right on time - his staff stiffened and out came his load.

And it went right to where we both wanted it to go - in my mouth and down my throat.

As soon as the deed was done, we were done. He made no attempt to get me off and that was ok with me - as you might imagine.

Tim peeked out of the curtain and then when he knew the coast was clear - beat a path to his shower. I finished shaving, dried off and headed back to my locker.

I was almost fully dressed when he came out - his locker right across from mine. Though no one was there, there were few looks, but not out embarrassment or indecency - it was just that the deed was over. We had no emotional connection - nor did we want one (yes, I'm speaking for him too).

We grinned once or twice and I grabbed my gym bag. Still being the only ones there, he spoke out as I made my way to the door, "see you later".

I replied, "I certainly hope so".

Now I do not mind that the showers are under renovation. I hope they go over the August 1st timeline for getting the showers fixed.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Poetry In Motion

Sorry for all the delays in posting anything. It’s been one of those lulls. It’s bad for me. Bad for the blog. Bad for you.

Hopefully things are turning around – even if ever so slowly. I’m still getting some semi-regular blowjobs, but I’m not providing relief to anyone. I need to be pushed to my knees or bent over. I’m ok with either, actually.

That all being said, I finally had a new encounter with a new guy. He is an L.A. transplant, but not in that faux pretty boy style Los Angeles. More like San Fernando, ‘I worked as a fluffer’ kind of side of town. One who probably had a hard life and fled L.A. to escape that lifestyle.

The craigslist ad read he wanted to suck cock – and maybe more. And to show how dirty you are.

I think he meant that last line more literally than I read into it. That didn’t come up until much much later (after the fact, actually). Not to get ahead of myself.

The plan was for him to suck my dick, lick my balls and eat my ass. The picture he put in his ad was one of a big fat dick, so in my mind, there was more to this than just the things I spelled out for you. A boy can hope – right?

He wasn’t too far from my work and not too far from my home, so I headed over one evening after leaving the office. He was waiting on his porch.

Immediately we went back into his bedroom. No pretense, no hesitation. I pulled at my belt and dropped my suit pants. He popped open his jeans and dropped those. Underwear came off too.

I walked over and stood by the bed, he went to his knees.

The mouth was great. Smooth. Warm. Enough suction with no real resistance. Not teeth. And hitting tonsils. It was just what I hope my blowjobs feel like to other guys. I was rock hard in a second and a half.

Soon enough I was leaning back on the bed watching my tool disappear in his mouth. Then I just put my head down and enjoyed the experience. I let him go south and lap at my balls. I had not forgotten his wanting to lick my ass either, but I like my balls lapped at – what can I say?

But I know enough to get what I want without the use of words. My legs spread more and more giving him access to my sack, but what it really paved the way was for his tongue to find my taint and to the bullseye below that. He took the bait. Don’t they all? Men aren’t all that complicated. We really aren’t.

His tongue found its way south to my hole and fuck did it feel good.

If you remember my post from last fall about me eating a guys ass for two hours and spraining my tongue – this is what this dude was on his way to doing. For a good 45 minutes he tongues, ate, kissed, blew on, gnawed and tongue-fucked my hole.

He also pulled my nuts hard when doing some of it. He asked if he was hurting me and chuckled when I said, “I haven’t said ‘ouch’ or ‘stop’”. I’m a big boy – I can handle it. Trust me. (well….really…..you probably shouldn’t.)

At one point I got on all fours so he’d have different access. I can’t say better, because it always depends on the guys, the venue, the height, etc. You know what I mean – that is, if you’ve been there before. I’ll assume it was better, but I never asked. It was all good for me.

He started using his thumb and fingers to play with the hole when he’d go back to my nuts and cock. I won’t say it was like a bank vault or anything – I mean, he got access, but let’s face it, it’s been awhile. I haven’t been doing keggles or anything but things tighten up when not properly stretched on a regular basis.

He was also playing with his cock, which to be honest, I had not really seen outside of the picture. He rubbed its hardness on my hole and up and down the crack. I thought he would. I wished he would. But he didn’t.

He muttered more to himself than to me, “not yet……………..not yet”. Instinctively I knew he didn’t mean that moment – he meant that day. Oddly enough, I was ok with it and highly aroused. You know I’d gladly let him sink that thing raw and unseen. I think he knew it too.

The guy went back to my butt and ate it while I played with my cock. This had been going on for three-quarters of an hour by now and I was ready to burst and told him so. Like the pro he is, the shaft disappeared and so did the load. A big load. Not a drop was wasted. Loved it.

As I was getting ready to go, he asked if next time I could make sure my ass wasn’t SO clean. Hence his double meaning of being ‘dirty’ I guess. I could see where he was coming from – though I’m not sure that’s where I’m coming from. Musky and manly is one thing. Truly dirty? Not sure it’s my scene at all.

But I’m open and can see where it goes and what he means.

I hadn’t made it home before he sent me a follow up email. Five words. That’s all. …and I fucking loved it.

dude, your ass is a poem!