Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Triple header (3/3 - night)

The night before...  So this guy has been up and down the line, and he's pretty funny.  The pics are a guy who's quite muscular, maybe 5'11", late 30's.  We agree to meet for coffee, and after some confusion as to location I finally arrive.  After 45 minutes in the car, I end up 400m from my own front door!  He's nowhere to be seen, so I message - he's outside in his car, and will be in directly, so I sit.  The door opens, and in he walks.  Much better looking than his pics suggested, but difficult to get a read on his height as he is so musclebound.  I'm talking Arnie here.  Arms bigger than my legs.  Legs so developed he almost waddles.  A chest that just keeps going.  A neck you couldn't get your hands around.  All wrapped in a skintight t-shirt and white jeans (although at that size, I suspect everything is tight).  It's bizarre, bordering on comical.  But he's got a handsome face and a lovely smile, so I relent a little and accept his offer of coffee.  We start to chat, and he's quick to tell me he doesn't work, and of his car(s), his travels and the nearby house(s) he owns.  I live - as a renter - in a rather posh neighborhood, so he's clearly trying to impress me.  I'd already scoped him online, and I know the name he's given me is right, and that he comes from a very senior family.  Mindful of this I can't help but wonder what the muscles are compensating for?

Anyway, we spend a pleasant hour or so, with much laughter.  The coffee shop is closing so we must leave, and he insists on driving me to my car.  It's like 100m away, but he's adamant.  I leap into the car (yes, it's nice), and knock over a bottle of something, which he's quick to grab.  "My juice" he says, but it's clearly not.  More likely the 'roids he takes, but who am I to judge.  Within moments we're at my own car, and he pulls over, his hand stroking my leg as we chat.  After a few minutes, he leans across to kiss me, then he goes all shy, proposing we go drinking "or something" soon.  I agree, bid him goodnight and take the very short drive back to mine.

The night - I drop him a line, tell him I'm around and would he like to have that drink?  He tells me he has gym, and won't be ready for some time as he has no clothes.  I tell him to come to mine in his kit and we can just hang out.  He agrees, and arrives at the appointed time.  Collapsing on my couch, he declines alcohol, and instead consumes 3 x bananas, a packet of biscuits and 2 x apples.  All the while, it appears as though he's struggling to stay awake, and when I ask he just smiles and says "always like this after a workout baby".

Anyway.  We sit and chat for a while, then he dozily reaches across and drags me to him, kissing me quite passionately, but again with something like narcolepsy kicking in every few minutes, until he stands and indicates the stairs.  I honestly didn't know if I was going to fuck with him or not until this point.  He's absolutely not my type, and of the various holiday pics with the apparent world-wide network of white-haired boyfriends he's shown, I am maybe 10-15 years younger than anyone else (I have the sense he's a willing plaything/trophy for these older guys).  So I don't even know if I'm his type, but he seems keen and the chemistry is good, so fuck it, why not...

He literally shuffles up the stairs, and pauses on the upper landing.  I indicate which door, and he turns, lifts me into his arms and literally carries me to the bed.  Nice touch.  Then he lies down and closes his eyes, and I really don't know what to do.  He sleepily smiles at me, then sits up and starts to disrobe, literally peeling his clothes off, a good sized cock bobbing in his shorts.  Given the muscles, the juice, and all of that, I'm expecting a raisin sized pair of balls, but am pleasantly surprised to see a 'normal' pair dangling below a slim 7-8" cock.

From here it was kind of fun.  Rolling onto me to kiss, he's obviously crushed me, and my pounding on his back to get him to move made us both laugh.  We ended up on our sides kissing for a while, then a brief 69, before I set to work sucking his cock and licking his balls.  Again, though, each time I look up he appears to have nodded off, which was a little disconcerting.

He taps my jaw at one stage, and beckons me up to kiss, which involved literally climbing onto him.  It was like straddling a barrel, but pleasantly so.  He reaches off the bed and produces a condom from his pocket, fits it to himself and tells me to roll over. Positioning himself between my legs, he's careful not to lower his weight onto me, rather he lifts my hips and lowers me onto his cock, my legs now around his hips, but uncomfortably splayed owing to his size.  We fool around for a bit, trying different positions, but ultimately it's easiest for me to climb back onto 'the barrel' and take him cowboy style.  At this point, his strength and mass are an advantage - he's able to fuck me from below without any apparent effort, his cock driving far into me, my hands spread on his pecs, and suddenly I begin to tremble.  Before I can even register that I've passed the point of no return, my cock is spurting madly as he keeps fucking me, producing a fairly intense orgasm and a load that has sprayed all over his stomach.  Handsfree!!!  Wiping himself down, he barely breaks stride as he pushes me aside and positions us doggy style, his cock slamming back into me as he furiously pumps at my ass.  He soon shudders and stops, then heads in search of the bathroom.

After he bathes, he returns and starts to dress, but gets no further than his drawers before he lies back down on the bed to chat.  We spend a pleasant half hour or so talking, but then he must leave.

We're both traveling in the next day or so - me for the Med, him to Sitges, so it'll be many weeks before we see one another again.  Let's see...

Triple Header (2/3 - evening)

Having spent the afternoon cruising the apps, a guy that I'd been chatting with previously pings me.  As with the guy this morning he's nearby, but can't host.  He apparently has a weakness for sniffing, which is kinda odd, but with him in mind I had spent the day with the ac turned off.  Given it's 102f outside, I'm hoping to develop a suitable funk.  I figured if he didn't work out I could always shower...

 His pics are awesome, and again, tall, handsome and 33y.o.  I'm good with this, so an invite is extended.  However, he starts work in two hours, so I suggest he might like to start his duty with a smile, and within 10 minutes he's at my door.  Mixed race, he combines local looks with piercing blue eyes, and he stands maybe 2" taller than me.  Wow.  As soon as the door is closed, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me and telling me with almost childish enthusiasm how excited he is to be here.  He shucks his dishdash, revealing a massive bulge beneath Union Jack trunks (apparently worn in my honour), and he eagerly starts to remove my own clothes as well.


We're soon on the couch in our underwear, making out, teasing one another, our cocks bulging in our underwear, and I tell him of my ac free day.  He immediately lifts my arm and licks my armpit, moaning in pleasure and repeatedly licking at each, then he pulls away and falls to his knees in front of me.  Dropping his face into my crotch, he inhales deeply, and grabs my package, stretching it tight against the fabric of my briefs and dragging his nose all over my bulge as he rubs himself.  He somehow gets the whole lot in his mouth, tugging at me with his teeth, then letting go and sliding my briefs down.  He begins lapping at my balls and groin, inhaling deeply as he does, then swallows my cock whole.

He sucks me for a while, then lifts me to my feet, my underwear falling to the floor.  Breaking the bj, he also stands, then reclines back onto the couch.  From his now supine position, he takes my hips and brings me toward him, shoving his face back into my crotch and recommencing the suck and licking.  All too soon he taps my hip and points to his own member, lurking massively inside the shorts, so I move down to return the favour.

Fuck it's big.  I mean really big.  Snuffling through the fabric, I'm mentally calculating htf I'm going to take this, but I power on and pull down his shorts.  The thing springs upright, and I blink then start to lick it.  He's now squirming, but has enough presence of mind to pull me closer and he starts to kiss and lick my ass cheeks, then positioning us in a 69, his tongue back at work on my balls and groin as I suck him.  But really, he's just too big to swallow, so I return to licking it and sucking on his balls, moving myself further down so I can rim him as well.  This has him bucking up and down, so I move myself further down again and start to go at him from below, my tongue moving from his bud to the tip of his cock, then back again.  By now he's in another place, head twitching, and as I go for another dive into his hole with my tongue, his back arches and he announces he's cumming.  I lift my head and grab his cock, catching the second spurt in my mouth, then I decide to 'punish' him and go hard on the sucking while he's shooting.  When the Syrian does this to me, the pleasure/pain matrix is almost unbearable, and I'm hoping this guy is experiencing the same.  It seems he is, as I have to swallow twice before he pushes me away, and then he just lies there panting.

Sadly, the local in him comes to the fore, and he has little concern for my own 'conclusion'.  Once he's regained his breath, he redresses, kisses me on the cheek and leaves...


Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Triple header (1/3 - morning)

As previously mentioned, since relocating to Sin City, the apps have been running hot.  Although wtf is "Final Fantasy XV?  I'm on a sex app, and I'm likely to get distracted by a game???.  Do they even know who they're marketing to?

Anyway.  Unexpectedly, my wife has to travel, and I convince her to take the kids.  Easy, and I'm ready for some long delayed fun.  Just 72 hours of freedom, and I'm determined to make the most of it.

First up is a young chap living nearby - he's a Pathan (part of Afghanistan), a people famous for their height, strength, bad temper and massive cocks. 
The Pathan...

...and his cock
He doesn't disappoint from the pics, and at 27y.o. and 182cm I'm keen, but after an endless conversation, it's clear we won't be able to meet, so onto the next.  A strapping guy has been down the line off and on over the past week, so I ping him back and advise my sudden availability.

All is good, and he lives nearby, so I head off.  He'd sent pics of a too-good-to-be-true nature - a blonde Euro guy, dead handsome, 6 foot tall, swimmer/rugby build and an 8" uncut cock.  I'm curious to see what the reality is.  I get there, and knock on the appointed door.  It opens, and whole package is there, naked beneath a gaping bathrobe.  I step inside, and he closes the door behind me as we exchange cursory greetings, but he's more keen to fondle my ass and stroke my body, shucking the robe as he tells me to also undress.  He's very keen to fuck bareback, but I've told him no, and he has no condoms, but he accepts with good grace, pushing me onto the bed and shoving his cock in my mouth.  I love sucking uncut, and I soon have him gasping and shuddering, sucking and running my tongue around his foreskin, before he withdraws and leans down to kiss me.  He takes advantage of the break to get onto the bed beside me, stretching out to be serviced, and I'm happy to oblige.  We get to the stage he's almost in the foetal position, my head trapped between his legs, when he pushes me away and leaps to his feet.  Panting, he shoves me flat onto the bed and starts to jerk off, soon sending 3-4 stripes of cum that ran from my chin to my balls.  What a load!!!

Smiling at me, he shakes his head and reaches down and uses his cum to jerk me off with one hand as he milks the last of his load onto my balls with the other.  He smiles approvingly as I shoot, then we squish together for a bit, kissing and laughing before we shower, but it's clear he has things to do so I make my exit.  As I leave, he asks if I'd be prepared to bareback if we were 'exclusive', but I have to shake my head in reply.

Not a bad way to spend 45 mid-morning minutes, and, tbh, when I think of that body looming over me, and that uncut cock squirting all over me, I still get hard...

Final night, and a revelation...

It is my last night before departure - I have told the Syrian, and specifically reserved it for him.  He arrives at my flat right on time, and we kiss and chat for a while on the couch, moving to the bedroom in our own time.  He's come in the early evening, giving us time to fuck, eat and then fuck again if we so choose.  We choose.

Our sex is as always - the Syrian is a gentle and thoughtful lover, taking time to pleasure me as always, sucking my cock to the edge, then teasing me back down. He's determined to eat out my ass as well, his mouth covering every inch of me from the lips down to my hole and back again, before he snuggles down beside me in the 'big spoon' position.  From here he rolls to his back, and I'm now face up on top of him, and with a wriggle and a thrust he's inside me, bucking at me from below.  He has one arm drawn around my leg, the other around my cock, and as I bounce up and down, he's effectively jerking me off.  It's electric, and I explode all over my chest all too soon.  He quickly withdraws, and kneeling between my legs he shoots over me, our loads conjoined, as he slumps forward to kiss and cuddle.

We bathe together, then dress and go walking.  We eat a casual meal then return to the flat, indulging in another round of sex, both of us enjoying a second orgasm, then lie together panting and smiling.  Exhausted, sweaty and with bits of dried cum all over us, we flop on the couch for a cigarette, then decide to shower before watching TV.  During this time, I am lying in his arms and he goes all serious on me.  "So habibi, when is it that you leave" he asks, and I am surprised.  "Tomorrow" I say, and I feel him stiffen beneath me, then silence as he strokes my arm.  I am far more upset by this than I realise, but then I lift myself and turn to him.  He is staring into the distance, and tears are rolling down his face.  "This is just like my Qusay" he says softly, and I ask him to clarify.  Of all the friends he's mentioned, this is the first I've heard of Qusay.

"He was my everything" the Syrian says, tears now flowing.  "We were together for 20 years, then he left me to return to his family in Syria.  Now you have left me as well".  To say I'm shocked is an understatement.

It turns out they had been together since military college, their wives were friends, and when the families would decamp for summer vacation, the two of them would shack up together for months at a time, and left Syria together to begin a new life in this country.  All with the families knowledge and consent.  Totally Brokeback...  He had been gone 3 months when the Syrian and I first met.  One odd fact is that back then, the Syrian was sleeping on a divan style bed in the living room.  There was an unused bedroom, and when I used to ask about it, the Syrian would change the subject.  He now tells me it was 'their' bedroom, and he couldn't bear to sleep in there without his mate.  He moved house shortly after we met, and that was apparently driven by meeting me and wanting to make a fresh start.  They talk every other day, Qusay knows all about me, and is happy for the Syrian.  My head is spinning.  I don't know what to think (Jealous?  Angry this has been withheld?  Something else?), so I just say "Ok"...

We talk for a while longer, and he reveals feelings for me that are far deeper than I realised.  It is one thing to have sweet nothings murmured in Arabic, another entirely to be told the same in English and with direct eye contact.  My only concern is how to minimise his hurt, and I'm struggling.

We talk softly for a while, and he calms down.  The idea that I will return often comforts him, but I don't have the heart to say it's only for another 3-6 months, deciding to cross that bridge in time.

Eventually it is time for him to leave, and we part with genuine affection and some emotion.  We remain in contact, messaging each other a few times a week, and damn I miss him...

Monday, 11 September 2017

Damn it hurt...

I had a quick rematch with zero chemistry guy, but other than the fact he belted my ass so hard it leaked a little (mortifying), it was frankly unremarkable.  However I'd been simultaneously chatting with an Egyptian guy, who charmed his way into my bed.  Not least of all owing to the pics he sent...


The teaser shots...
He's shy online (language barrier?), and he works odd hours, but eventually we coordinate and he arrives.  Quite handsome, with a killer smile and physique (and the typical heavily gelled hair), after kissing me on arrival and running his hands up and down my body and squeezing my package, he wants to head straight to the bedroom.  So we do.  As he undresses, an amazing physique is revealed, and I ask about his gym routine.  He snorts with derision, telling me that before coming to this country and beginning 'a professional life', it's all as God gave him.  Then he drops his shorts.  Holy shit (the pics are actually collected over a series of conversations I had with him, some before we met, some after).  Like many from his country, he wears the most atrocious, cheap and unflattering underwear, but that's fast becoming part of their charm.

6'...
He's an eager kisser, and active, his hands roaming, our bodies turning and rolling across the bed, this monster cock jabbing at me from all angles, when he flips me to my stomach and lies atop me, somehow then lifting us both until we are on our knees, me leaning back against him, his arms around my chest and his cock poking through beneath my balls.  As he kisses my neck, he asks if we can fuck, and I gulp and agree...

He's gentle at first, but I honestly feel as though a baseball bat is being used.  I am panting with discomfort, so he pauses and waits for my breathing to slow, then continues to enter me, finally coming to rest on my back, his cock now fully inside me.  Stretched out and gripping the edge of the mattress, all I can do is groan, and he laughs.  "Yes", he says, "this zobr*, it is legendary in my hometown...".



He begins a gentle fuck, and I begin to get used to it (not really...), but then he picks up the tempo and I can't bear it.  "Not fun" I call through gritted teeth, and he immediately withdraws and rolls to the side, apologizing. My respite lasted about as long as the apology, then he swung back on top of me and slammed it back in.  Ouch.  After a few minutes of relentless fucking, I simply can't take it, so roll out from below and catch my breath.  The guy is smiling at me, but he's also fired up and determined, so as I lie on my back my legs are lifted and he shuffles forward on his knees.  He positions his cock against my hole, then takes my raised calf and begins to kiss it gently.  I'm distracted by this, but not for too long.  The kiss turns into a hard bite, and the associated pain distracts me from the fact he's thrust himself back inside me.  Cunning bastard...

It's marginally more comfortable at this angle, and he continues to fuck me, back arched, stomach taut and head thrown back.  Soon he slows however, and drops his chin to make eye contact.  Grinding and driving his dick into me, with a grunt and a final few thrusts, he withdraws.  The condom is half off, weighted down by the cum it now holds, but what with the pain and all, my dick has totally deflated, so my load isn't arriving anytime soon...  After a shower, he emerges, languidly toweling himself and looking more 25 than 35 without the hairgel.


We are now very close to my departure from this country, and his texts over the next few days are worrying.  Apparently he "has feelings" for me, and I'm not to "break his heart like the last one did"...  These frequent messages are invariably accompanied by more dick and face pics, and I kinda feel guilty.  I tell him I'm leaving only for vacation, but it transpires he too is leaving for a lengthy bi-annual visit to his wife, so we wouldn't have met again for a few months in any case.

We do find a chance to reconnect once more, but it was basically a re-run of what I've described above.  Painful but awesome...

And again, if anyone has advice on how to position pics in these blogs, I'd be grateful...

* zobr = egyptian slang for cock (actually 'prick')...

Another young pup...

I've been chatting off and on with a young guy (23!!!), for a while, and it all went quiet.  I decided to bite the bullet and reach back out to him, and he responded immediately - "let's grab a coffee".

So we arrange to meet at 3pm, but he's late.  Just enough so I'm wondering if I've been stood up, when this pup bounds up the stairs and shakes my hand.  It's him, and he's quite frankly incredible.  Far better looking, and far better built than his pics or profile suggested, he's funny and articulate as well.  We sit and chat for a while, then he asks if we could maybe go elsewhere.  I ask where, and he grins at me.  "Your place"...
6'2" btw...

So we convoy off.  I actually think he's going to do a runner, so I stop for an errand, but he's waiting in my carpark when I arrive, and we head upstairs.  A brief kiss, some more coffee and chat - he's showing me endless pics of himself at various parties and party destinations, invariably shirtless.  I finally look at him and say I've seen enough of the virtual shirtless, how about the real thing.  He smiles and peels his tank off, revealing an incredible physique.  I can't help but laugh with delight, and he grins once more, telling me of the Greek deity he is nicknamed by his friends.  It's apt, but let's call him Partyboy...

We continue to sit and talk, then he leans across to kiss.  This is all we need, and we're quickly in the bedroom, naked and rolling about.  He can lift me like a doll, and he does, planting me on his face where he starts to rim me, then turning me around so I can suck his cock while he continues to eat me out, gorging on my ass like he hasn't eaten in days, while I suck and slobber all over his 7" cock.  It's heavenly.  He performs some some of cantilever trick, and next thing I know I'm flat on my stomach, and he's driven himself smoothly inside me.  I object, and tell him to suit up, so he withdraws and does so.  From here we engage in a spirited round of acrobatic sex, at one point my shoulders are on the floor, my ass resting on the sidewall of the mattress, and him standing astride me, drop fucking like there's no tomorrow.  We're both covered in sweat, and he finally pauses, asking if I've had enough.  I just laugh and say sure, so he smiles and removes the condom.  "Great" he says, aiming his cock at my chest at shooting a torrent of cum all over me - I've never seen a shooter like him - it was an endless series of little spurts, and it crossed my mind it was like rainfall.  He laughs and informs he'd been holding back for 20 minutes, before leading me to the shower.

After, he's in no hurry to leave and we return to the couch.  He actually downloads a movie, then asks if I'm hungry.  As it's now close to 7pm, I kinda am, so we dress and head out in search of food.  After a pleasant, chatty meal, we return to the flat and he lines up the film.  A gay romcom (shoot me).  I watch, and I actually do smile at the ending, which pleases him greatly.  Apparently I've passed some sort of test, and he's decided we're sympatico, so he wants to go back to bed. Thus follows another round of actual fun fucking, no pressure, no urgency, just two guys having a few laughs as they pleasure each other.  I get two more rounds of rainfall (oh the young...), and drop my own load on the third round.  Finally we're done, and after another shower he dresses and leaves.  It's almost 3am by now, and we've just had a great fun time for 12 hours.

As it's been a while since I updated, I'll make this an omnibus entry.  Since that night, I've relocated so we've not had sex again, but he visited Sin City and we spent a beach day together, and he's asked me to be his guest on a visit to Phuket.  Sadly I am already traveling that particular week, so had to decline.  But in my new part-time role I'll be in his hometown often, so hopefully more tales to tell...

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Catch-up...

It's been busy, but quiet.  My posting finally came to and end, and I've relocated, back to Sin City.

The last few weeks were good fun - a couple of meets with the Persian and the Indian, and a few new faces (?) as well.  More on those in due course.

As I write, I'm on a half-sabbatical, half contract basis - it seems I'll be revisiting my former employer quite regularly, at least for the next few months.  I'm very happy about this, as it will give me more time with the Syrian.  His sadness at my departure was heartbreaking - he tells me that he's "all alone now", but with his looks, body and fucking skills, I doubt that will be the case for very long.

So, a few posts to come, and hopefully some new adventures back here.  On day one, I get a hit on Scruff, and it's the National, welcoming me back and very keen to meet again.  From there, it seems Sin City continues to live up to it's reputation, and I've been messaged, on average 8-10 times a day by different guys.  Promising indeed...