Monday, February 20, 2017

Lunch Time Snack

"Have you had lunch, or is this it?"

He let that roll off his tongue while he looked down at me.

But it was my lunch - all protein. And that's what I told him when I came off his meat for a second.

He hit me up on Grindr. As it turned out, I was leaving work shortly to head to another meeting off site.  He lived somewhat on the way, he invited, I accepted. And yes, it was right around the lunch hour.

There was no awkwardness when I got to his house. I was shown what was clearly a guest room. There was no pretense either. I rubbed his crotch a few times for good measure and then got to my knees.

While I was happy to unbutton his fly, he did it for me. I had little time to waste, so I pulled down his tightie whities. Ill fitting at that. They didn't show off what he had, which was about 6.5" of dick - decent thickness too.

He let me do all the work.

I don't mind a guy taking control of things - as if you didn't already know that - but this man wasn't like that. He was nice. I think he thought he deserved to be serviced, but he wasn't aggressive about it.

He would stand there, sometimes with his head back, but more often than not, I'd look up to see his head tilted to the side so he could watch his shaft disappear and then reappear. He'd repeatedly say how awesome that looked and how hot it was to watch.

Well fuck - I love to be watched, even if it is from the man I'm servicing. He loved my lips passing back and forth over the ridge of the head of his cock.

"Fuck - you're good at that".

It's nice to hear. I'd be lying if I didn't think I have some exceptional oral skills, but it's good to get that affirmation.  I told him I'd like to be his cocksucker. I don't know why I think it, but I sensed he might be too proper to use a term like that......or see people in that type of context. Yet here I was, on my knees, in the middle of the day, in a guest bedroom, slurping on his boner.

Oh yes, the meat was soaked in my spit and I went up and down on it. Slowly at times, faster at others. While I like the long, drawn out blowjob, there was a time limit here. I had to be at this upcoming meeting. It wasn't optional.

But I was alternating on deep throating and working the head. I did my patent-pending tongue tickle of the shaft. He said it almost like an apology, but I don't think he meant it.

"I'm really making you work for that load".

He was proud of the fact that he was making it so.

I didn't mind, and I said so.  "You could suck me for hours".  I told him I would, given the chance.

I would say I felt his cock get harder after I worked on that rod for a while longer, but I'd be lying. He was solid the entire time. He doesn't have big nuts, so I couldn't quite tell if they were getting tighter. But he made some vocal overtures that told me he was closer.......and he did announce it a few seconds before.

The load was large and had a good consistency, but little taste.

None of that mattered, of course. The ability to make him feel good and empower him while I went about extracting his seed is what it's mostly about. The cum is just the extra something.  Though I know he liked me swallowing it, then squeezing the shaft to make sure all drops were gotten.

As he put on his pants, and me just standing up (as I didn't take my pants down, or even open my zipper),  I adjusted myself and noticed I was leaking.  But he broke my momentary self-reflection by asking if I was ok headed to my afternoon of work.

I smiled and said I was, though I would be going with semen breath.

He shot back, "I have tic-tacs".

I replied, as I got to the door, "I never said I wanted to cover up the taste or smell".   And then I said I hope I'd see him again.

He assured me I would.

Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Do I Know You?

It's that awkward moment when the door opens and you've just realized you're about to hook up with someone you kind of / sort of know.

The set-up started out ok. Vague pictures (of him) on-line. But while I love a good face - when I'm in 'the mood', seeing or approving of the face starts to fall down the list. This has worked to my advantage and disadvantage as well. Some times you're pleasantly surprised, sometimes you're turned on, sometimes you say 'ugh' - and not even to yourself.

Usually, it's just 'oh, ok'.

Or when you come face to face you find out it's "David".

Perhaps it is my perception, but there was a millisecond pause on his end too. Did he recognize me? Did he care?

David and I are not friends. You might barely call us acquaintances. I've met him several times at various social events or fundraisers. At the first event, I went out of my way to chat him up. He seemed somewhat engaging, though it was later in the evening, so it was cut short.

Another time was at an event, then 6-8 of us grabbed some grub afterwards. He sat across from me.

Now, I rarely forget anyone. I remember situations and conversations. And I never believe anyone ever remembers or notices me. So when we were at the threshold of the door, I couldn't tell if he knew me or not - or whether this would be weird, or not.

....and then we were both inside.

The on-line chit-chat was for head. Me giving; him getting.

David is 45-ish, 5'11", 170.  His dick is average, but always rock hard. My mouth fit nicely around it.

David likes head-work. Now, when I have oral sex, I like a guy who goes deep and stays deep. And when I give go down on a guy, I play around until I know his triggers. It didn't take long to figure out he liked me focusing on this head and corona.

Many guys do not like that, as it can be the most sensitive part. Too sensitive, in fact. But not to David. It was the place where I truly got his motor going. It's where he'd grab my head and hold me as I did my work.

The thing with having sex with guys you know - and who might remember you - is that the interaction during the act can be weird. Do you talk? Do you talk dirty?  If so, how dirty do you go? This is someone you're going to see at a friend's birthday party.

It's like dipping your toe into a cold lake.

The verbals started off with moans from him.  That got me to provide moans around his cock. He worked his way into "oh yeah".  It eventually got to "it's so fucking hot watching my cock go in and out of your mouth".

After our initial visit, he said, "where have you been hiding?", to which I replied, "I've been here in plain sight". Again, I feel that maybe he really doesn't know who I am after multiple introductions - or maybe he just can't place how he knows me.

During the session, I attempted to bait him into using the word "cocksucker", but so far that hasn't happened. I think I know enough not to try to get him to call me "faggot".

"I love how your mustache and beard go around my dick. It feels great" he say.

This last time - yeah, he's come back twice far - he kept telling me "you give the fucking best head I've ever had".

Give head.

I love the term, but it seems to have gone by the wayside. Usually it's "suck cock".  But yeah, I give good head.

Each time, he gets close, he tenses. I grab his thighs. He grabs my head. He seems to tell me he's about to cum after I've felt two or three spurts. Delayed reaction on his part, or he doesn't know he's actually ejaculating.

"Fuck - take every drop. Every single one."

Most guys don't truly know what they're asking with that. So many pull out after their initial ejaculation, because they are far too sensitive.

Not David. He lets me swirl my tongue around everywhere afterwards. I squeeze his shaft to make another drop of cum appear. I make a show of it. He seems to like it.

So in the past, perhaps David remembers me or not. What I do know is - he is aware of me now!