Thursday, 1 February 2018

And just like that, he's back...

I get a message on Grindr, merely saying 'hi'.  From the pic and profile, it looks suspiciously like the Engineer, and mindful of how we parted I decide his memory is short and not to reply (the Swimmer has likewise been in touch and duly ignored).  However, 24 hours later he's back down the line, using my real name and asking how I am.  I play dumb, but he quickly confirms it is indeed him, and I'm a bit confused.  I remind him of our last conversation, and he asks that we put it behind us and not to speak of our 'misunderstanding' again.  Fair enough.  He's at my hotel within 15 minutes, and it's like we never parted.  He quickly details the soap opera that has been his life for the past 12 months, and asks after mine.  He is hurt that I didn't inform him I'd left the country (why would I?), but pleased I am back.  At this, he stands and reaches across, dragging me into his arms and kissing me.  "Ohh habibi, I've missed you..." is all he can say as we kiss, falling onto the bed and rolling around, our lips locked.

We break free and undress, and as before, he immediately pulls the covers over us.  We continue kissing, then I work my lips down his body and gently lap at his balls.  I run my tongue up his shaft, and suck him a little, then kiss my way back up his body.  He's lying there, eyes closed, one arm cocked above his head, the other outstretched on the other pillow, and a warm feeling of familiarity runs through me.  He opens his eyes and sleepily smiles, pulling me in to kiss more, then reaching t'other way and finding poppers in his robe.  We huff a bit and resume kissing, then again, but now he informs he's horny and 'wants my back'.  This means fuck time, and I roll to the side as he suits and lubes, then he wraps an arm around me and begins to nudge at my hole.  He's pretty well hung, and I'm wondering how it's going to go, but he glides in smoothly and begins to kiss the back of my neck.

From here he gently thrusts as he kisses me, then a little more aggressively on both counts.  More poppers are taken, and he's going full steam, and I'm lovin' the sensation, the deja vu, and the feeling.

All too soon he gasps he about to cum, and as always he manages to withdraw, unsheath and spray me with his load.  Some panting, some recovery, then more kisses as he works his hands to my own cock and begins to stroke me as he tickles my balls.  It's a great feeling, and I quickly shoot, then it's to the shower and he leaves, with strict instructions to inform him of my next visit...


Wednesday, 31 January 2018

and some unpleasantness...

Now the unpleasant bit.  The Beard has been in contact after a few months of traveling.  He 'misses my ass', and is right next door to my hotel.  Can he come up?  He sends me this, so for sure he can.




Turns out to be a live action shot, for when he arrives just minutes later, that's what he's wearing.  We chat for a bit, him telling me of his travels, his decision to stop smoking & drinking, much laughter together at my new circumstances etc etc.  He then stands and stretches, removing his shirt (but not the damned cap), then reclines on the bed.  Motioning to his crotch, he tells me to come over and bite him through the trackpants, and I'm happy to oblige.  After some moaning and encouragements to 'go harder', he slides his pants down and his cock springs out.  The angle is somehow perfect, and I'm able to deepthroat him repeatedly as he squirms around, finally dragging my head up to kiss.  He removes my clothes, reaches for the lube and condoms, then stretches me out to kiss as he grinds against me.  I'm soon flipped to my stomach, and he wraps his arms around me and slides in, gently at first, then with increasing tempo.  We're both moaning and grunting as he thrusts, then he holds me tight and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me.  He lies atop me, panting and laughing, then withdraws, the condom sagging with an impressive load.  He walks to the bathroom and showers, then returns and dresses.

Then he sits on the couch.  Addressing me by my real name, he tells me he's worked out 'who I am', and that after his travels he needs a job.  "It would be a shame" he says, "to have your new career destroyed if it ever got out you loved cock".  I dismiss this as an empty threat, but it gets a little deeper.  I know where he used to work (a nearby call centre), and I also know I've hooked up with a few guys from that company/department (I've said before, it's a small town...).  What I don't know is that despite their collective hetero bluster, they're selectively out to one another and compare notes....

Maintaining my calm (there's really very little he can do to me), I tell him "I'll see", and suggest he make tracks.  Looking slightly crestfallen, he then departs.  I won't be assisting him in his request...

Vague update...

The endless travel continues, and thus a bit of a drought.  The Syrian has had a family emergency back home, and been gone now for about 6 weeks, so little to report there.

Zero Chemistry guy keeps messaging me, and he wants to flip fuck, but tbh I can't be bothered.  Easier to lie there and take it up the ass than go through endless performance anxiety (and my back really isn't up for it either...), so he's passed by a few times, belted me doggy style, then left.

Zobr Boy messages me daily, hearts and flowers kind of shit, but also (and constantly), telling me of his feelings for me, his 'need' to see me, and it's all a bit offputting.  He has also passed by a few times, and the sex is slowly becoming more reciprocal.  He is now keen to be rimmed and fingered, and also to tentatively kiss my cock and jerk me off, but he keeps phrasing it as an expression of his 'devotion to me', which I don't really like.  It's meant to be fun dammit, not some kind of obligation.  Additionally, my travels are scheduled to end sometime in March, and I doubt I'll see him again after that, so I really don't want to lead him on at all...

Out of nowhere, The Falcon has been in touch.  He loves me, he misses me, he's sorry he had been so disrespectful in the past, blah, blah, blah.  He's getting day late, single word replies from me but he persists.  I am resolute, however he's not without his charms...


The Falcon #1

The Falcon #2

































Monday, 29 January 2018

It had to happen eventually....

Is it sexual assault if I'm complicit and consenting?  Either way, after the number of random hook-ups I've had over the years, for just one to go wrong is kind of a miracle I figure.

I've been to dinner with some mates, and the wine flowed freely.  We kick on to a bar, then a club, and I notice a message on my phone.  The guy in the second part of this story has messaged and wants to meet.  I'm drunk, it's been a while, and I can leave my mates on the pretext of 'enough', so the meet is confirmed, the cab hailed and away I go.

The guy lives miles away, so it takes a while to get there.  I arrive, and he's kind of belligerent - I've kept him waiting, it's now very late (it was), but in my drunken haze I failed to recognize just how annoyed he was.  Before I know it, he's got me in an armlock and bent over the dining table, his free hand tearing at my trousers, and suddenly he's penetrated me.  He's cursing at me for being too tight, then he keeps me pinned to the table while he fumbles for a condom, ramming himself back in and fucking me viciously.  He soon shoots his load, and I'm manhandled to the door, jeans around my ankles, and pushed out into the corridor as the door slams behind me, barely masking the abuse he's shouting.  Humiliated and chastened, I dress myself and call a cab.

That's it.  The bad along with the good...

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...