Wednesday, 17 January 2018

The fitness guy

Fuck damn things have been quiet!  Over the course of an afternoon, I had 4 hours of sleazy fun, three different guys over 3 different locations, getting fucked by the first, a kissing and jerk-off session with the second, and a quick 69 with the third, but really not a lot else.  Then my phone pings...

"Tall and Hairy" was his tagline, and at 24, 6'2" & 185lbs, he should have mentioned fit as well.  Photos are quite innocent, showing a v-shaped torso covered in hair, sturdy (and hairy) legs and an encouraging bulge in some tighty-whiteys.  We chat for a while, then he reminds me we'd been in contact previously, when he'd been seeking to set up a 3sum with his much older partner.  And I mean grandad old, so I vaguely recall declining at the time.  Now it seems grandad is at work and this guy is bored and horny.  After a bit of chat, he tells me he's reluctant to proceed as he doesn't want to invite a stranger into the marital bed, so I tell him that's cool and maybe some other time.  This is all the catalyst he needs, and he decides to invite me anyway.  He's only a few miles up the road, so off I head.

After endless drama trying to park the car, I finally get to the flat and he opens the door.  A regional guy, he's dreamy handsome, dressed in a wife beater and track shorts, displaying that incredible physique.  Turns out he's a personal trainer, but he's also quite shy, offering tea, water and so on, then we finally get down to it as he reaches over the couch and slides his hand under my shirt.  He casually tweaks my nipple as he leans in to kiss, his lips strangely dry, then he averts his head and begins to nuzzle my neck and throat.  Gradually he shifts our position on the couch, and we're snuffling at one anothers crotches, when he bucks forward slightly and slides down his pants.  Out lurches a pretty solid cock - slim, but maybe 7.5/8 inches long, the head has the slightly withdrawn look of an uncut cock, and I look up in surprise.  People of his nationality are pretty much 100% guaranteed to be cut, so I ask, and he shrugs "they botched it" his simple reply.  He's mad on nipple play, so after a quick lick and suck on his cock, my head is dragged north to repeat the procedure on his chest.  He's clutching my face against him, so I increase the ferocity of things, biting him quite aggressively until he simultaneously arches his back and stands up, lifting my body with him, then leading me to the bedroom.  It's very camp - large scale abstract male nudes on the wall, fussy decor and a very high bed.  It's like grandad got an aunt to decorate, then gayed it up with the artwork afterward.

Anyway.  It's all about kissing and biting for now, Fitness guy's lengthy member bouncing about, when he clambers off the bed and goes to the bureau.  Lube and condoms are produced, and I'm instructed to suit him up.  Once done, he stretches himself atop me, kissing as his hands slide down my body.  He reaches my knee and starts to lift it, easing his cockhead against my hole, then he buries his face in my shoulder and thrusts.  Given his length, it was a surprise, but the relatively narrow girth means little discomfort.  From here, he reverts to typical 24y.o. type, jackhammering away at me, flipping my body for a fresh angle, then flipping it back again.  It feels pretty good, and we end up with him on his knees and my ass draped over his hips.  Between my bouncing and his thrusting we go at it for a while, then he suddenly gets a far away look in his eyes and starts blinking rapidly as he grasps me tight to him and starts to buck erratically.  His eyes then (literally) roll back in his head and he begins to grunt as he thrusts hard and deep, pauses, then repeats, and when his eyes come back to focus and he smiles at me, I know he's done.  His cock still deep inside me, he chuckles briefly then spits on my cock, using his saliva to bring me to a conclusion, during which I suspect my own eyes may have rolled back as well...

Shower, more tea, then home...





Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Quick 3sum...

The Soccer Player has been down the line repeatedly, telling me he misses me and so on.  At some point during our conversations he asks if I like group.  I give a non-committal reply, telling him it depends on the third guy.   Anyway, we arrange to meet, and he knocks on my door at the appointed time.  However, he has a mate with him.  Short and stocky rough looking guy, not really my type at all, but as they enter the Soccer player tells me this guy loves to kiss, so "we're gonna have fun".  Ok.

They make themselves comfortable, and I'm not quite sure how to progress things, so we sit around and chat for a while, then the stocky guy stands and peels off his shirt.  I reach out and tweak his nipples, using my other hand to tug at his trousers - soccer guy leaps to his feet and starts to disrobe too, and I make him reach over and fondle the short fat cock his mate has presented.  Both of them object to this, but I shrug - I want complete familiarity when we do get onto the bed, not awkwardness and whatnot should their bodies connect.  They grudgingly accept, and stocky guy brushes the back of his hand over soccer's bobbing member, then he steps over to me and takes my head in his hands, kissing me deeply then guiding my lips down his body until I'm sucking on his cock.  Soccer guy steps in and pulls my head away, directing it to his own member, and I alternately suck the pair of them.  Stocky guy is getting the shudders and leaking quite a bit, so he breaks away and suits up.  Some maneuvering, and Soccer guy is lying on his back as I suck him, my ass in the air as his stocky mate comes in from behind to fuck me.  Sadly, his relatively short dick and rather large stomach means he isn't getting very far in, so we have an awkward few minutes with none of us getting terribly much satisfaction.

Finally, I get Soccer guy to stand on the bed, resting his ass on the headboard, and his mate on his back between his legs.  I ride the stocky guy as I suck the Soccer guy, but this is too much for them and each shoots his load more or less simultaneously.  Soccer guy holding my head as he unloads into my mouth, and as I squirm and swallow I can feel stocky guy's cock throbbing and pumping inside my ass.

Once done, they're done.  Each clambers off the bed and takes turns washing up, then they dress and leave.  All done in around 30 minutes, which left me plenty of time to follow up on an earlier lead and get my own nut busted...

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...