Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Two Loads. One Feeder.

He said 39, 6'0 hairy and 210 and 6.5". He wanted to unzip, have someone go down on him, suck him dry. He said if he was comfortable he could cum again.

I never really assume most guys can cum a second time, even when they can, usually something triggers in the ejaculation that makes them want to get out of there quicker than shit.  I can be the same way.

At first he begged off because he was on the other side of town, but out of almost nowhere he emailed saying everyone who wanted to hook up flaked. I provided him where to meet and he said he'd be there in 20. He arrived in 15.

There was no foreplay. There was no discussion. He opened his pants and they dropped - and I dropped to my knees. Simple as that.

He (never even got a name) started off small and flaccid.  But after I had him in my mouth a few minutes, he was good and hard.

The man was verbal, no doubt.  I like that. I liked that.

He would tell me how my mouth felt, what I was doing right. Calling me names. It was all too perfect.

At times he'd let me do my job, others I'd feel a hand clamp on my head and my mouth and face would get fucked and fucked hard.  This is not a complaint, just a talking point.

The first part of the first load (oh, yes, there were two), I was on my knees while he stood in front of me feeding. About three-quarters through, he sat in a chair, me still on my knees, between his spread legs. When he fucked my face this way, it was to the back of my head and forcing me down into his lap. I was happy to take it that way - right down to the root. He liked it too.

He told me if I wanted the load, I had to work for it - but I knew that. This was not a guy to give it up easily and he seemed to have cum-control.  Many feeders are weaker and I can get that load whenever I want.  I'm not bragging, just stating.

But I also know a thing or 1700 about cocksucking and how to get the load, and I worked my oral magic for another 7-8 minutes before he asked if I wanted it.  The question was rhetorical as the only reason he drove to this side of town was to feed a cocksucker.  Like me.

The orgasm lasted a long long time. Besides the 4-5 jets of semen pumping into my mouth, as that spunk sat on my tongue, pooling the way I like it, his cock flexed a good half dozen times afterwards - after shocks, if you will. At that point, I could not tell if more cum was leaking into me or not.  I didn't care. I was taking it all anyways.  It was a lot, but I'm a pro.

"Swallow", he barked.  I never intended not to, but to be fair, he didn't really know me. And he was a man who didn't want his load spit out. I totally respect that.  I opened my mouth to show him his load and he told me again - "SWALLOW IT!".

I placed his hand on my throat to have him feel me gulp and he did - but the guy was a rough motherfucker and really really gripped it.   I flashed on a little danger, i mean, hey, I didn't really know him either.  But we were cool.

I went back down on him, as I love to nurse and suck a cock after a guy shoots.  I'm ok with them just going, but I want them to know I really appreciate their cock. I buried my head in his lap.

As a fellow blogger told me, "you make it seem like his (the guy in front of me) is the only cock in the world".

At that moment, it IS the only cock in the world.

At this point he seemed like he was going to leave and he stood. I got off my knees and sat in the chair he had been in. But he stepped next to the chair and waved his softening cock in my face.  I bit.  ....well, I didn't, I sucked.

Soon enough he was fucking my face and getting hard again. He was on the way to load #2.  This time I did more ball licking than I had the last. He responded to that. At some point, he pushes me off the chair and onto my back on the floor.  He squats over me and jacks and tells me to lick his nuts.  I do. He then crams his cock into my mouth and throat - there is no give with the floor, so all I can do is take it and gag a little.

Normally I'm good this way, but something about the angle and his force made it hard to accommodate the prick. He backed off and I went back to sucking.

Then he rolled off me and propped  / sat against a bookcase and I laid supine between his legs and sucked his cock. It was only a matter of minutes before he told me my second load was ready.

While not as plentiful as the first, it was much much much more thick - which was great. It tasted better too - or at least had more flavor.

This time, when he was done, he was done.  He pushed me off him and stood up without a word.

As he dressed, he did what he thought was the right thing and thanked me. I told him he never had to thank me and that it was my place to thank him.

He said he'd return for sure - and maybe with a small group.

Fuck I hope they're all like him.

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Kiss and a Fuck

He came in and changed into something more comfortable.  I sat at my office desk continuing to work until he was prepared.

Granted, he looks nice in the tight jeans and tshirt to which he changes, but it's not necessary for me. Not really. By the time we can usually arrange a time, I'm raring to go - no accessories needed, no matter how nice.

But he emerged from his changing area and came to my desk chair - standing in front of me looking provocative. I had not seen him for months and I wanted him - I wanted to be with him.  He leaned down and we kissed. A passionate kiss.

For whatever reason, kissing him makes me bone up like nothing else. I stood and we made-out some more. We kept that up for a few minutes, but in reality, whatever we think we have going on with that, it still ends up being sexual - dick/mouth, dick/ass, mouth/ass.  Certainly more than mouth/mouth or mouth/ear. At least at this moment.

One of the things he changed into was a re gifted present from me: an army green, lace up jockstrap. The pouch was too small for me - and actually for him as well - and even if I could get my meat into the pouch, it would never lace, at least without the balls popping out.

He was spilling out of it too, but more of it was laced than I could manage.  I noticed this after popping the buttons on his jeans open.  From there, I went and carefully used my tongue to snag the laces and untie was I worked my way down.

Using the tongue was important, as if one uses the teeth, one catches pubes in their teeth, making it unpleasant for the mouth full of hair and the tugging of them to the owner. Looking up, he liked what he was seeing - and why not, I bet it was a hot sight, and not because it was me on my knees.

While his cock was pretty much already free before I started that task, I completed my job before enveloping his shaft with my mouth. I blew him for about five minutes or so, making sure he felt good, making sure he was all wet. There was moaning on both our parts. There was his hands on the back of my head, at my throat and on my chin, all for guidance. To break the sucking he leaned down and really really kissed me. It was totally erotic from my end. And it got my mind on moving on to other things......

.....like his ass.  He bent over the desk and I ate his hole. His perfect clean, yet sweaty, hole. I munched. He moaned. Just the way we both like it. I got verbal validation that he was enjoying my work.

After that, I did something else I know he likes:  me licking his boots.  This time I concentrated only on the bottoms of them, me on my back looking up at him standing over me, leaning against the desk.  I licked the soles of both boots before he pulled away, squatted down and sat on my face.  I love eating ass this way. But I love eating ass.  Period.

I'd say we then got to the main event, but I'm never sure what the main one is. For most, it is fucking and it is probably true here as well, but it's such a layered event who know?  It is almost always the final event.

With some lube on his cock and me bent over the desk, he slid ever so slow and steady into me. There really is nothing like that feeling of a cock in an ass. It is fullness without pain (done right). It is pleasure and stimulation. There is a sense of purpose for those of us who take it - and how a man feels being all the way up in you.  It can be intimacy. It can be lust. It can just be a need. Or all of those thing given the time, place and participants.

I'd like to say it was all, but at that point, it was a need - and I dare say I'm answering for both of us.

By this point, both of us were very worked up. That the fuck didn't last longer didn't surprise me. I would have like it to go on a bit, but that's ok too. As you will see below, I was working my ass on his cock when he clearly told me to slow down or stop, as he tried to delay the inevitable. But like a launch sequence activated, there is little that can be done to stop it.

He jetted into my ass - his boys going deep and me glad to be taking them.

I was happy to do it and eagerly await our next time.