Tipsy Nerd

FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 


I don’t write about all the times I blow the Nerd. There isn’t enough bandwidth on the internet for that.

Fuck I love his cock. Honestly, one of the best I’ve had. Not the biggest (though it’s big) and not the fattest (though it’s plump). I tell him constantly how I love servicing it and he likes that I do. I don’t think he truly believe the love I have for that cock. And he’s not bad either. Cute. Demure. But showing a darker side very slowly.

With each visit, his seemingly reserved persona is peeled away. Slowly for sure, but that’s more on me than him probably. In my mind, I feel I’m more sexually advanced than he, but I’m not really sure that’s true. So I tread carefully. So does he. More so, in fact. We eke out bits of things that turn us on. Like a third person. Or being watched. Or public sex. Nothing horribly shocking to my readers, but to a person you don’t really know………it could go either way.

Nerd knows about two of the guys with which I play. He knows that recently those have involved piss play. He’s not turned off. He plays it cool. But he seems intrigued a bit.

After I told him about "Chris", the cigar guy, and his piss, I also mentioned that cigar guy would love to have a third, preferably who also was into cigars. All I could guarantee the Cigar Guy is that I could get a guy to fuck me while I blow him, as he smokes his cigar.

A day before my last tryst with the Cigar Guy, I hit up the Nerd, as I was mega horny. I knew I wouldn’t be getting off with the Nerd, as I was saving it all up for Cigar Guy. But Nerd was interested in coming over. When I got a hold of him, he was downtown at a work happy hour. I encouraged him to stop by my place before he had to go home. He was willing.

It turns out, Nerd was tipsy. Bourbon was his drink of choice it seems. We opted to play outside. Part of my yard is greened in for a good part of the year, so there is no one to see a thing – not that it would be a deterrent if they did.

As is our usual, our foreplay is to stand and talk a bit while I rub his crotch. He’ll reach up and play with my nipples. This is where we peel back those layers. We talk about things he’d like, or I try to get him to verbalize his desires. I told him if he were free the next day, Cigar Guy would be over. We would be playing at the exact same place as today. He asked if there would be piss. I told him there would be, but only on me. Or in me. He told me about pissing in a guy’s mouth and his ass. He liked it. I told him it would be hot if Cigar Guy and I were already playing when he walked around the corner and how he could just take it out and piss on me. Then of course, talked about him watching me suck while he fucked me. We discussed that fucking a bit.

We were both fully hard by this time.

I hinted that he had a lot to drink. He said yes. I said I would help him with that. He wouldn’t make eye contact, but rarely does. I don’t know if it’s a spectrum issue or not, nor would it surprise me if it were. I got down on my knees and put his cock head on my extended tongue. And didn’t move. He tried to push it in my mouth and I stopped him. Mind you, I never said what I wanted. I thought it was implied. I thought maybe words were too much and actions were more appropriate.

What really surprised me is how willing I was to do this. I know I mentioned a bit ago how I’m opening myself up to piss more, but I still hadn’t really been aggressive about it. And I still had and have lots to learn, and I still have hang-ups. I took this initiative to help me continue to get over this hang-up. To his credit, he let it hang there for a while, me pushing his hands away from it, as I didn’t want him to be continually aroused. He did admit he pissed right before leaving the bar and didn’t think he could do it. He may have also been pee-shy and just didn’t want to say so.

So off to sucking it was.

I’m good with that, as I said, he has a perfect dick.

Normally, Nerd is a passive feeder. He stands there and lets me do my work. His hand will no doubt find its way to the back of my head, but often I think it is to stabilize himself as he loses himself in pleasure, as he knows by now, I am going nowhere.

This time, it started off that way. And the hand did go to my head, but it became a tight grip and then he just went and fucked my mouth. Right then, it was his mouth. His to use. He was moaning. So was I. He was muttering too. I didn’t hear the first thing he said, though it might be what he repeated. “Fuck, I wanna fuck your ass, man”.

Me? I said, with a mouthful of cock, “mmmm hmmm”, as an affirmative that maybe he meant sometime in the near future and I would be open to that. I took a half dozen more swipes of cock in mouth and he pulled out, bent over a bit towards me and said, “let me fuck your ass!”.

It was wasn’t really a request. It was but it wasn’t. I don’t know non-drunk Nerd would have been like that, so I was liking bourbon Nerd. I immediately stood up. I told him I wasn’t fully prepped. I wasn’t prepped at all, but I didn’t want him to be completely surprised. He didn’t seem to care, and oddly enough, neither did I.

I immediately bent over and put a hand down to brace for insertion. There was no lube other than spit. There were no poppers, as I don’t need those to give head. But I knew a big cock was about to go into me. Between me coming off his cock and bending over, I’m sure he stroked himself, but that wore off most of the spit-lube that we had going. For the multitude of times I’ve been fucked I know I don’t need poppers, if I remember to breathe properly. The first attempt, I did not do that. There was more than a twinge of pain, but I was not going to squash this.

I stood back up and put a big hawker into my hand – twice – and rubbed it all over his cock. It was slick. It was slimy. Then I assumed the position. He lined up and I told him to let me regulate my breathing. He did – for about 5 seconds – and it was enough to have him pop that beauty dick into me and keep sliding.

I’ve mentioned before about this man – he seemingly cares little about technique and his impulse is to drive drive drive. I don’t think he’s a bad fuck or anything. Quite the opposite (spoiler alert). He goes on his like and know how. I don’t think whomever is under him is put into play so to speak. It’s not that he’s uncaring about how they feel, but his pleasure is at the forefront. ….and if I’m true to my words, that’s all I should care about.

Another reason to like semi-drunk Nerd: he lasts a long time.

Sober Nerd sometimes finishes much quicker than I’d ever prefer. Tipsy guy goes on and on…..and just pounded the fuck out of my hole. I was quick to adjust to his size and his assault. As soon as I got into the rhythm I was WAY into it. I mean I was anyway, but it took it up a level or two. The guy ploughed me for a good 10 minutes. Unrelenting. Rough but not too rough. Full in. Most out, but not completely. Then repeat over and over and over………..

His hands were tight on my hips, pulling me towards him as he was pushing into me. Of course, I didn’t resist it and even probably pushed back into that oncoming ramrod. Nerd can be a little verbal, though I’d love him to be more, so I egged him on, telling him to fuck my ass. Telling him to make me feel it. Encouraging him to load my ass with his sperm. We both like this.

As I said, 10 minutes, which is about 4x longer than his normal fuck. I need to get this guy buzzed before our next fuck. But he pushed deep into me and let loose. I couldn’t feel the load per se, but felt the pulses of each release.

He is good about staying in me as long as possible. And being in the mood I was, I encouraged him to stay still and stay in.

I won’t lie. I thought about him needing to piss after cumming. I’ve only had one piss enema so far in life and it was far. And it was before a fuck. I’ll rephrase: pissed in. released. then fucked. I don’t know how a piss fuck works. It sounds way messy and I’d lose all the cum, so I don’t see the upside.

We hit a new level for Nerd and myself. He didn’t make the next Cigar Guy adventure, but I’m feeling we are closer to the newer things.