P-town 6: the Writer

 I figure, I should wrap up this series, since it is now 14 months old!

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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I knew him.  We'd met before, but even before that, we were on-line "friends". It's hard not to use the quotes when you mostly know someone virtually.  But about 10 years before, we did have drinks together when I was in his town.  We had a nice non-sexual time. 

And it was a non-sexual tension time too. I'm not sure either of us thought that way about each other in that way. But now it's 10 years later.  I'm alone in P-town and still horny as fuck. It'd been a decade since I last saw him, this might be the last time, or another decade.  I had nothing to lose. I pinged him on the app. 

I didn't reference our knowing each other. Nor did he. From another app, I also saw he was with his husband. I wasn't sure if that would be help or a hindrance. He said he could be by in 10, so I took the hubby not be an impediment. 

Sex with acquaintances is different, right? With strangers, while there are expectations, of course, you can be a bit more.......free and open with who you are. Even with a virtual friend, they have seen you in one light (and you them) and one has preconceived notions of each other. So while I wasn't nervous, I wasn't sure what to expect, or how honest I was about what I'd do - and to what limit.  I suspected the same of him. 

"Ron" entered confidently. "I only have a short time", so we got down to it. There was no kissing, as that would have been too familiar when we actually weren't. Our pants came down and damned if I wasn't surprised to see an 8", if not 8.25" cock pointing right at me.  Talk about not having correct preconceived notions!

Naturally, I went right down on it. He was thick too - beautifully so. 

Nice head on it too. He responded well to how I was working on it.  And being 8" or more, I won't lie thinking I wanted more from it. But in our brief text convo, it was all about a quick blowjob before he had to leave town. 

Naturally, I was more surprised when he somewhat blurted out he wanted to fuck my ass.  BINGO!

Again, it's one of those things semi-friends might not say fearing how the other might react - or not. We hold back. In 30 seconds we were in the bedroom, me bend over and him lining up. 

Even with lube and even with having taken a few dicks and loads on this trip, I was tight. Well, let's rephrase - he was BIG. It felt good, but it felt large. 

I get that I had no true frame of reference, but the man could fuck. Prior to this day, I might have wagered money that he'd be the one whose legs went up in the air.  I'm glad I was wrong. 

With generous amounts of lube it still took a while (seemingly) to get all the way in. I think I was more tense than I would have been with a total stranger. It's nature that you want to perform well anyways, but more so with someone with whom you're acquainted.  

Ron was persistent and while not relentless, he had a rhythm down that was hard to beat. Part of it was beating the cock, for sure. He had somewhere to be yet he wanted to cum. That's a lot of pressure when you sneak away from your husband to fuck a "stranger". 

We positioned ourselves differently, but looking up at him might have been weird for both of us. Part of P-Town sex has to do with anonymity. Yeah, you have the guys you see at t-dance you want to do, but you don't KNOW them. Sometimes it is better to be face down / ass up and just take it. Honestly, had I known he wanted to fuck, that's how he'd have found me. 

I could have been a bad fuck (ha!), or it could have been the pressure, but getting off by, and in, my ass was not going to happen. It got down to my mouth and hand.  Not my finest hour, but not remotely close to my worst. 

Naturally, I wanted things to be better,  but we don't always get what we want.

But Ron should watch out for next time I'm in P-Town.  I have a job to finish properly.