Saturday, 25 November 2017

Spotted Dick*...

* - can mean two things.  Either a delicious english dessert, or a penis with variable skin tone.  If you're lucky, both come loaded with a delicious custard cream...  For today's post, we'll focus on the latter.  Indian guy hits me up - late 30's, well built, well hung, uncut and (blessedly) tall.  Happy days.

 We arrange to meet outside my hotel (there's a smoking area), and he arrives at the appointed time, cheerily waving at me as he hands his car to the valet.  We sit and chat for a bit, then move up to the room.  Once indoors, he retires to the bathroom to get clean, then exits in his underwear, his balls so big the briefs barely contain them.  From here his demeanor changed quite dramatically, and he goes all dominant, taking my jaw in his hand and kissing aggressively, quickly pushing my head down to his cock.  I love sucking an uncut dick, and he's vocal in his approval, drawing me of the edge of the bed and onto my knees where I continue my work.  As I run my tongue in laps around the inside of his foreskin, he starts to leak quite a lot, thrusting himself further into my mouth.  I finally stand, and push him onto the bed, and the angle change makes it possible for me to deep throat him, but as he thrusts I start to choke a little, and he's got precum fairly pouring out of him, so he stands and reaches for the nightstand.

Pushing my shoulders back on to the bed, he announces he's going to fuck me hard, and draws my legs apart and towards him.  In a feat I've
 rarely seen, he manages to do this, wrangle the condom and lube us both up.  I note with interest that the tightness of the condom seems to push all pigment from his cock, which now appears very pale beneath the sheath.   One arm casually flicks my leg over his shoulder, the other draws me closer, and in one stroke he enters me.  The angle is perfect, as I experience no discomfort whatsoever, then he basically just fucks the shit out of me (not literally)...  All too soon he's done, and with a final thrust and judder I can feel his cock pulsing inside me.

He stands tall, still hard inside me, gasping and catching his breath.  He then withdraws and carefully removes the condom, dismissively emptying the contents over my stomach before heading to the bathroom.  I'm still horny as fuck, and surprisingly hard given the belting I'd just received, so I scoop his load and as I stroke my stretched hole with one hand, I jerk off with the cum.  Takes a minute or two, then I spurt as well.  Unbeknownst to me, he's exited the bathroom and is watching, murmuring in approval as I grunt and shoot.


From here he reverts to Mr Chatty, smiling and talking of his distant family as he dresses, then we depart the room together - him for his car and me for another cigarette...

Return bout...

Mr Versatile has been down the line a few times during the week, and it's been pleasant.  Just chit chat, an update on his hifi purchases and so on.  He's keen to meet again, but his schedule is awkward - he works 6 days a week, and his usual free time coincides with a long standing group brunch for me, so we'll see what can be arranged.  As an incitement however, he sends this;

I manage to re-arrange a few things, and head off.  However, once I get there, his full complement of flatmates are home, and I'm invited to sit and join for coffee and chat.  Is this the equivalent of meeting the parents?  Eventually they drift off, and we're alone, and after a brief kiss I'm led to the bedroom.  He'd recently attended a Halloween party, and had sent pics of himself in a risque outfit (naughty gladiator), which he duly models for me.  I make out with the gladiator for a while, and despite his cock lifting the skirt, it all feels a little forced so I tell him to get naked.  I'm more than a little hungover (again), so the hydraulics aren't at full function, but he's hard and ready to go.

We get properly horizontal, and I try to slide beneath him, but he really only likes to fuck as the big spoon, so I'm soon turned to my side and he enters me from behind.  Some pretty energetic fucking follows, my legs eventually draped at 45 degrees over him, as he snorts poppers and bucks away at me from below, before rolling out and positioning himself above me.  Grinding his balls against mine, he starts to jerk off, once more producing more than a few ropes of cum which in turn are harvested and used to jerk me off.  Our collective aim is slightly off, and instead of wearing it, we've soaked the sheets and the pillows, but he just laughs and snuggles down on me.

The whole time we've been kissing, he seems to be holding back a little, and I can't put my finger on it.  After our cuddle I'm sent to the shower, and when I return he's dressed.  Clearly we're done, which is inconsistent with both his behavior last time, and his comments during the week. I'm a bit confused, but exit with good grace.  As I reach the car, my phone pings and it's him.  He'd stopped smoking that week, and he ruefully tells me that the smell of them on me is fucking with his willpower.  Aha - now I understand the reluctant kissing and fast exit!

Full of apologies, he asks if maybe we could meet again in a few weeks, and if I'd mind brushing my teeth before arriving next.  So not quite the unicorn I'd hoped...


Sunday, 19 November 2017

The soccer player...

So this guy has been chatting with me irregularly over the past 2-3 weeks.  Irregularly as the app we're on doesn't work where I live, only in the city where my job takes me to most frequently.  Again, this guy is 6' plus, late 20's and a soccer player (and as fit as that suggests).  He's also got a pretty decent cock...

Despite the keenness of his replies, he's also pretty guarded.  Things go on for a week or so, then we decide to meet.  He's remarkably handsome, long shaggy hair, great smile, but perhaps not quiiite as fit as the pics sent.  But it's ok, until I go in to kiss him.  He's having none of it.  "I don't do that" his stern reply, so we sit and chat for a while, to the point that I'm wondering what the hell is going on, so I finally ask if he'd like his dick sucked.  He stands in silence, disrobes and climbs onto the bed, cock pointing skywards.  I ask if that means yes, and he nods.  So I go to work, and its good.  Fat and rock hard, he soon starts to leak a little, getting more talkative as I go at his balls.  He leans off the bed and grabs his phone, and before I can protest, he snaps a shot of me going down on him.  I protest, but he shows me the pic and I'm not recognisable, so I let it pass.  He's serious about not kissing though - my lips aren't allowed north of his nipples, so I continue the blow job and he finally wriggles out and asks to fuck me.  I consent, and here's where it got awkward - he slaps some lube on my ass, dons a condom, but he only uses the lube inside the foil to grease himself...  Fuck it hurt, but he wiggles and jiggles, inching his way in, until he's fully lodged.  Then he starts to pump, rolling us over and back on the bed, until we've both got one knee bent on the mattress, and our other foot on the floor.  He's holding my waist from behind, bucking into me, and suddenly my body goes limp, and I gasp as my cock spurts, my load going onto the nightstand, and onto his phone...

He peers over my shoulder and laughs.  "Now you're in my phone and on my phone" he chuckles, simultaneously pushing me back onto the bed, unsheathing and shoving his dick into my mouth.  Barely seconds pass before he holds my head tight to him and floods my mouth with cum, shuddering as I swallow the last of it.  From here he's all business, showering, strutting around naked (and cleaning off his phone), then dressing and leaving.  A few days later I get some very flowery messages from him, saying how good it was and he can't wait to meet again.  This keeps up for a few weeks, and we did meet again, but more on that soon...

A weird evening, but a double header!

First part - This guy has been in regular contact with me, sending flirty messages on Growlr more or less weekly.  My travels have been getting in the way of a meet, but now my wife has traveled and my son is at an all-night party, so we finally arrange to rendevous at a pub.  Mid 30's, 6'2", and a mixed set of private pics.  In some he's a full-on bear, massive body etc, and in others he's sort of rugby fit.  All with the same long hair, trimmed beard and killer smile.  So we meet, and he's more rugby, with shoulder length hair and a deeply sexy voice.  We sit and drink some beers, chatting idly as we smoke, then he asks if I'd like to head back to his place.  He's talked always in terms of being a top, and his desire to 'take me from behind', and I'm keen for that, so we head out into the night.  He lives in a highrise maybe 5 minute walk from the pub, and we're soon in his bedroom, admiring the view as we strip and chat.  Onto the bed, and he's a damned good kisser, so we thrash about together for a while, his good sized cock grinding against me, until he flicks his hair back and sits up.  Reaching to the side, he grabs some condoms, then suits me up, lathering me in lube and coming back in to kiss again.  As we do, he lowers himself onto my cock, shivering and wriggling his ass as he slides down me, eventually bottoming out and sitting upright.  Again with the hair flick, and he massages my chest as he grinds away, finally (per last week), bouncing up and down on me before he arches his back and shoots a handsfree load over my torso.  All this time, his dog has been yelping and scratching at the door, and I'm finally inclined to let the damn thing in, but he says no, it's shower time.  I go and clean up, and when I emerge he's fully dressed, so it's clearly time for me to leave.  After a brief kiss, we open the door and the pup bounds in, but it's ignored as he offers to show me the door.  Since we got in, the flatmate has returned, so I have to do the walk of shame, but we get downstairs avec dog.  Murmured talk of meeting again, then he heads in one direction to walk the dog, and I in another to grab a soda.

Second part - I'm still keen to get fucked (and shoot my load), so whilst in the shop I message another chap who's been constantly messaging me over the same period.  I'd not followed up with him as he lives miles away, but after a few beers I figure why not, so I send a message and get an immediate reply.  Uber duly summoned, and off I go.

Now this guy is awesome.  Again, 6' plus, local guy, monster cock dangling off a gym fit body and a gleaming head.  Also, a deep, deep voice that would make your heart melt, and a laugh that can only be described as "Caribbean" (if that makes any sense).  He's a fucking delight, and we drink waaaay too much together before kissing on the couch, then he tells me I'm a 'disappointment' compared to my online pics.  I'm pretty upset by this - I go out of my way not to misrepresent - and in my protests I peel off my shirt and drop my pants, demanding to understand the deviations.  He roars with that laugh again and tells me he was kidding, but at least now I'm semi-naked.  After the beers, and a few overly generous vodkas, I have to admit things are a little hazy after this.   We went to the bedroom (almost camp in the number of throw pillows), he has a massive cock, it's rock hard and it hurt a lot when he fucked me wheelbarrow style.  I remember him telling me to shut up as he clamped his hand over my mouth, and at some point I bit him to make him stop, but all ended well and we're soon clothed again and back on the couch talking.   Basically he just took advantage of my drunkenness and had his pleasure with me, so I still haven't shot, but it's now 4am and I really need to get home.  The next day I can barely walk, so I message and ask what the hell he did to me.  Wheelbarrow is hell on ones hips btw...  Apparently I loved being fucked until he turned me around and tried to take me from below, which was when I bit his shoulder.  Ooops.


Haven't heard a word from rugby guy since, but the bald chap is messaging a couple of times a week, looking for a rematch.  Fingers crossed...

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Afternoon fun...

The endless travel continues, and apart from a few meets with Zero-chemistry (although that's improving), and Partyboy, there has been little to report.  Partyboy dumped his load on my ass, then sneakily tried to fuck a little of it into me, but I stopped that quickly.  The Syrian has traveled again, so I've really been at a bit of a loose end.  But, a very cute guy hit me up on Scruff a while back - 35, 5'10", solid body and a standard 6" but a nice fat dick.  We've had a few failed attempts at coffee (he works near my home), but we finally identify an opportunity and I head off, telling my wife that a mate and I are having coffee.  In fact we're both incredibly hungover, and he's proposed a recovery lunch.  He lives on the far side of town, so we agree to meet mid-way but at the last minute he suggests we meet at his place, and 'if we get on', fun could be had afterwards.  One of the wonders of Sin City is the incredible freeway system (mercifully quiet on the weekends), so why not.

I arrive downstairs at the same time as the food - he opens the door to me (and immediately after to the food guy), wearing only boxers, the fat cock clearing bobbing about, but he's funny, charming and totally unselfconscious.  Also surprisingly smooth for a regional guy.  After some greetings and a cigarette, we sit down to eat together. We enjoy a good meal, retiring to the balcony for a cigarette afterwards.  As we re-enter the apartment he taps my shoulder, and as I turn he leans in to kiss me, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.  Once inside, we start to kiss quite aggressively, his boxers tenting as he starts to pull my clothes off me, and we fall onto the bed.  We roll about together for a while, mostly kissing, until he swings himself around and positions us for a 69, his cock glistening with pre-cum.  We fool around for a while, then he rolls off the bed and opens the nightstand, producing poppers, lube and condoms.  He takes a hit of the poppers, but they smell off to me (a guaranteed boner killer), so I decline, then we kiss a lot more.  Suddenly, I find myself flat on my back, and being suited up.  With one hand holding the poppers, and the other my cock, he lowers himself on to me, slowly rocking his way down my shaft, murmuring to himself as he does.  He eventually bottoms out, and smiles at me dreamily.  "So.  Fucking.  Good." he says as he starts to grind then bounce on me, his fat cock pointing skyward.  I'm happy to massage his chest and tweak his nipples while he enjoys the ride, but he suddenly gasps and starts to shoot all over me.  The first got me in the face, the subsequent shots hit the pillow beside me and gradually I was covered in his load.  The guy just kept going - haven't seen volume like that in a while.  After regaining his breath, I'm still hard inside him, so he tears off the condom, scoops up some of his cum and jerks me off.  It was somehow spectacular - I was twitching and squirming before I produced a fair sized load of my own, then he slapped my hip and told me to get in the shower.

I figured we were done, but when I exit the bathroom he's still naked, leaning out the window smoking, and he smiles and offers me water, returning to the bed and opening his laptop, motioning for me to join him.  So I do.  We spend an hour or so talking (implausibly), of hifi equipment, then he guides my hand to his now stiff cock.  'My turn' he laughs, and pushes me onto my side, coming in behind me as the big spoon.  He's very thoughtful and gentle, holding me as he kisses my back and neck, then he withdraws slightly to suit up.  With one arm wrapped around my chest from behind, he uses his hips to find the mark, then with some grunting on both our parts, his fat dick enters me.  It's painful, but in a good way, and he's got a mercifully short stroke.  All too soon I feel his chest pull away from me as his back arches, and I experience the incredible sensation of his cock pulsing inside me as he cums yet again.  We lie together for a while, and his cock inevitably shrinks, leaving the loaded condom inside me.  Laughing, he carefully extracts it, then empties the contents of the sleeve into his mouth with a shrug.  "Easier than washing the sheets" he says.  Let's call him "Mr Versatile"...

We share another cigarette, and he want to go for a third shot, but I'm out of time.  Regretfully I take my leave, but I have visited him a few times since.  More on that later...

Monday, 30 October 2017

Regional romp(s)...

I take what I thought to be a quick trip to another city in the region, but as I'm uncertain of my timetable, I don't have a return ticket.  Rookie error.  A combination of circumstances sees all outbound flights full, so I'm forced to spend 3 days there.  I lived in this city long ago, and still have contacts there, so it's not a problem, just an annoyance.  One chap and I were 'sympatico' back in the day, but despite a pretty clear mutual attraction we never got around to anything sexual, so I call him up for a casual catch-up.  Not completely random - we're in regular contact and occasionally facetime.  He tells me he's already at my hotel, sitting in the coffee shop, killing time as he wanted to get out of the house.  As an unmarried guy, even though he's in his late thirties, he still lives at home - weird, but not uncommon.  We embrace upon greeting, and he lingers just a little too long, but we sit and talk for a while.  After a time, he shifts in his seat and leans forward, our legs now touching, and he tells me quietly how good it is to see me again, how good I look and did I know he has always had the hots for me?  Now this guy is pretty much the package - tall, sportsman build, handsome with twinkly eyes, salt and pepper hair, and I'd be a liar if I didn't admit to the occasional past wank over what I suspect lies in his shorts and what he can do with it...

I smile at him, and inform that it's mutual, but I have a dinner engagement in just a few hours.  At this he stands and suggests we better 'get moving', so we head to the room. As soon as the door is shut, we're kissing, then we undress in a frenzy and fall onto the bed.  It's borderline electric, years of pent-up desire coming to the fore, and we roll about kissing and stroking, pausing to gaze at one another, but in a moment of poor planning, neither of us has a condom.  His response to this is to finger my hole as he sucks, and I reciprocate as part of a 69, both of us using spit to work fingers in.  He turns and straightens, sitting upright between my legs, then inserts two fingers into me, his thumb massaging my balls as his other hand strokes my cock.  I soon shoot my load, and he carefully scoops it up before falling beside me, using my cum to jerk himself off as I slide my own fingers inside him, and as he bucks down on my hand his cock explodes all over his stomach...

A quick shower and a cigarette, then it's time to part.  Lengthy kisses at the door, then he's gone.

After my dinner it's still early, so I retire to the hotel bar, discreetly firing up Scruff.  Incredibly, as I get a barrage of messages from a guy barely 200m away, a mate walks in.  I close the app and engage in too many drinks and banter with my friend, but eventually it's time to leave, and I check the app again - the guy is still nearby, asking what's going on.  I offer my apologies and tell him I'm heading to bed, when he reveals he's in the same hotel, but at a different bar.

We meet in the lobby, and he's cute (but very short).  In fact, he reminds me strongly of the Swimmer, but I push through that and we head upstairs.  He's more of a talker, and we spend some time naked together just chatting, then he rolls on top of me and starts to dry hump, his cock sliding between my legs as he grunts and groans, then he flips us so I'm atop and astride him, his cock now moving up and down my slot as we grind together.  His pubes against my balls have me going, and I start to leak a little, then whammo, I shoot handsfree onto him.  This drives him nuts, and he drags his cock beneath me, my belly now grinding it against his cum covered one.  With a roar, then a whimper, he starts to tremble, then spurt.  And spurt again, and again.  It took a lot of tissues to soak up the combined loads, but we managed.  After regaining our breath, he stands and dresses, massaging the last of the mess into his fur, then makes his exit.  I immediately fall asleep, waking late the next day to many messages from him, asking when I'll next return...

Update, and some fun...

Wow - sorry for the ongoing silence.  My new role as a 'consultant' has been more successful than I'd imagined, and I've spent the past 2 months or so criss-crossing the region, with barely more then 3-4 nights in any one country.  But that doesn't mean I haven't had any fun, just no time to write about it!

One guy hit me up on Scruff - stats were good, the chat was witty and he wasn't too far away, so we kept talking.  After a few days, he informed that he was 'working from home', and that the flatmates wouldn't be back until 6pm.  Was I free?  Yes, as a matter of fact I was!  He unlocks his private pics, and god love him, it's just more face pics.  Cute guy from the region, mid-thirties, 6' & 85kg and 'versatile'.  A body approaching rugby player - solid, but fit.  His big deal breaker was the smoking, so I brush my teeth before I head off.  After some confusion (roadworks), I get there, and he comes downstairs to meet me, escorting me to a vast penthouse on the 55th floor of a downtown building.  The views are spectacular, and he explains that it's a glorified share house, and the rent split is much the same as living alone in a lesser address.  Smart move.

We retire to the bedroom, and as he closes the door he turns to take my head in his hands.  Kissing me gently, we stand together for a time, our hands roaming and tongues exploring, before he pulls away.  Shyly, he starts to disrobe, tugging at my own clothes as he does so, but that doesn't take much - my shoes were left behind at the door, I'm commando under my shorts and otherwise only wearing a t-shirt.  He's a little more structured in his appearance - long trousers, shirt + tee, and the bizarre custom of drawers over briefs.  Eventually we're naked together and kissing again, and he lowers us gently on to the bed.  He's rocking a good sized cock (more on that later), but I don't see too much of it as he drops into a crouch and starts to suck me.  He's very good at it, and goes at me for a while, until I'm uncomfortably close to edging.  I pull his lips off my dick and to my own, his now hard cock pushing against me as we roll about on the bed, bodies intertwined.  He'd been such an enthusiastic sucker I began to wonder if I'd misread his profile and he was more bottom, but he asserts himself and directs my head south, where the 'good sized' cock has swollen considerably and can now be considered 'large'.  I suck him for a while, nipping at his butt cheeks, sucking and slurping on his member, tugging at his balls with my mouth, then I break to return to kissing him.  Again the enthusiasm, but as we roll, I feel something between my legs and glance down.  'Large' has grown another two inches, and can now be called 'rampant', or, if you prefer, 'massive'.

I'm not certain how I'm going to accommodate the monster now pushing against my belly, but I ask him if he wants to fuck, and looks at me in surprise.  "No - I only fuck people I know" his reply, and he drops his head to my aching cock and starts to suck again.  I'm now squirming, and tell him to slow down, but his reply is to reach up and shove his fingers in my mouth, silencing me as he takes me to conclusion, swallowing every drop.  As I shudder and gasp, chest heaving, he looks up with a smile, then shuffles up my body until he's straddling me.  As he grinds his balls against my torso, he works his cock until rope after rope sprays across my chest and shoulders, finally dropping on to me for a lengthy kiss.

After some quiet time together, we shower then move back to his living room for coffee and talk.  Soon we are close to the time his flatmates will begin to return, so I reluctantly take my leave.  We've been chatting off and on since, but the diaries haven't gelled again as yet.  We'll see if there's to be a return bout, and if he's decided he 'knows' me...