P-town 5 & 7: Late Night / Early Morning Muscle

Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.

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He had the word 'Alpha' right in his screen name on Scruff.  And he reached out to me? 

I mean, what could I possibly do?  How could I possibly say 'no'?  Clearly, I couldn't - not that I wanted to. He said he'd be over in 10 minutes - and he was. 

Everything about him was a red flag. Younger. Handsome. Bodybuilder wanna be. What the fuck did he want with me?  It's not like I asked him or anything. I gave him the address and how to get in - he was there at the time he said. He was ready, so was I. 

At least from our brief texts all he wanted was head. I was drunk. It was after hours. I was ok with anything that came my way - and especially from someone who looked like him. 

His screen name was accurate. Alpha. 

While he was somewhat cordial, he held the cards, the directed the scene, or at least most of it. 

Alpha sat on the airbnb sofa, I got on my knees, where he said I belonged. He was not incorrect. His pants off, his legs spread, he provided access to what I needed and what he wanted. 

I think he'd have been happy for a good blowjob and to leave. But by his name alone, he deserved more. Worship. 

...and I did. 

It's easy enough to take a cock into a mouth and bob till a guy shoots. If a man is not inpatient, the tongue and lips, separate from the mouth, are wonderful tools to excite, enhance and prolong the experience. While cylindrical in nature, there really are four sides to the dick, and the head, the balls and the taint. On Alpha, I used them all. 

He settled in for the experience. Sank into the couch while his legs loosened up even more. His hand to my head, his mouth saying all the right things.  Not just the "ohhh yeahhh" shit. Him telling me what I'm doing right.  Telling me what I should be doing more of. I was happy he wasn't telling me I was doing something he didn't like. He liked it all, but wanted more of certain things. 

I think he liked the tongue on this sac, but he LOVED it a little below that. Of course, I went further south and he didn't stop me. 

Still, there was a job to do and I was determined to finish it. And it seemed it would be with his help. Both hands on my head guiding me up and down - though it was a route with which I was very familiar. Not necessarily on him, but similar paths I have taken thousands of times on thousands of guys. 

I / He edged a few times but then he was ready. My mouth halfway down on his shaft, and hands firmly on my head, he shot.  And shot again.......times seven. Nice thick ropes. His chest heaving. His breath catching. Yet still ekeing out the words "swallow" "cocksucker" and "faggot".  And of course, I would swallow, but only after pulling off, showing him his seed and moving his hand to my throat to grasp it. Like so many, he picked up on it and squeezed. Some do it lighter. Some harder.  He was closer to the tighter grip. 

I swallowed.  He smiled. 

My mouth, as always, goes back to the dick. Invariably there is a stray drop or three. And if you squeeze the shaft up from the bottom - be it with your hands or lips - up, you're bound to extract the final amounts of semen a man still has left. 

He was drained and still catching his breath.  I was still on my knees. His cock still in my mouth. But I was smart enough to leave just the head and little bit of the shaft. 

I wasn't moving. I wasn't sucking him. It just sat there.  Waiting. 

I wanted to see what he would do.  I want to see what I would do if he got on my wavelength. 

"You still want my dick, huh?  Sorry, I'm spent".   I didn't move. Nor did he. It seemed like minutes went by.  And then the lightbulb went off. 

"Oh.........you want my piss?  Fine. I'll give that to you". 

For me, it was now or never. It wasn't my place.  It wasn't my carpet. I had no idea if he'd be pissing clear, beer or heavy yellow.  Honestly, I was hoping not the latter. But I was in for it now. No real turning back in front of someone named Alpha. 

It trickled slow at first. Droplets. Almost tasteless. Warm. Very warm. 

With his cock in my mouth and starting to flow, he used one hand to help himself off the couch by pushing into a cushion. Things inside of him untangled a bit, allowing piss to start moving more freely. 

The volume picked up. The speed picked up. With just part of his cock in my mouth I used it like a straw, not letting any accumulate in my mouth. Just keep swallowing. That was the trick for me. 

"Drink that down, motherfucker" - so I did.   "You wanted it.........get it all".  And I did.  So I did. 

There's a point when you're pissing - or the other guy is - and you know when you've peaked. So I knew when the stream was settling down and no matter what, I could still get it all without any struggle. 

That night, I took every drop of everything that came out of Alpha's cock. Oh, and his spit too, as he looked down at me, my tongue extended...........another non-verbal sexual request.  I was not denied. s

He left with a brief thank you - and I went to bed. Filled and happy. 

Fast forward two days later. My departure date. 6am.  I get this message. 

He gave me the address.  One street over, but his instructions were fucked up and wrong. The buildings, three of them, were not well marked and identical. He said the door was open, so I went up and found the open door. 

On a sofa-bed inside there was a man sleeping with a dog. The dog went batshit crazy and I backed out. the guy didn't seem to wake. I left the door wide open. No way this was Alpha's place. As I was leaving, I passed another man who asked me what I was doing. I walked away with no response. 

One building over, I found it. 

Alpha was in bed. I was dressed and stayed that way.  

I leaned over the bed, pulled down his sheet and my mouth engulfed his cock. He lay back and I stayed leaned over, bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking him al the way to the root. Like the time before, his hand clasped my neck and he pushed me down on his cock at his will - at the force he chose. I was simply a vessel. 

It didn't take long. This was good. He had somewhere to be and I had to be on the road. His cum flooded my mouth.  I didn't hold it to show him the good before. I swallowed and he knew it as my mouth was still around his shaft as I ingested. He could feel the muscles. 

When he was done he held me for a minute?  Want my morning piss? 

I did................but I really didn't.  In theory I did, but I know what the first piss of the day is like. I'm still new to piss and the heavy yellow stream - smell and taste - isn't a need at this point. I politely declined, he chuckled and let me go. 

I thanked him this time - as it should be - went back to my place, loaded the car and left.