Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Quiet, gentle passion...

The Civil Servant unexpectedly drops me a line.  He's back in town visiting, and is keen to catch up.  However, family obligations during the fasting month keep him busy for a few days, but we eventually identify a date to meet.  He arrives as expected, and again I'm surprised at how handsome he is (and how short..), but it's great to see him again.

In just one of the many, many inconsistencies observed during this month, he declines alcohol so we drink copious amounts of tea as we talk.  He's been experimenting with yet more drug related 'healing', and tells me at length of the experiences (physical, emotional and mental), he underwent in a candle-lit Brooklyn warehouse, before moving on to the details of his newly founded business.  It's actually a really nice conversation - I find my time with him somehow invigorating, and we in fact talk for hours.  He goes to the bathroom, and on his return he pauses behind the couch I am sitting on and begins to gently massage my shoulders, asking if perhaps we'd like to move 'inside'.

We lazily strip as we continue talking, each climbing onto the bed from opposite sides and meeting with a kiss in the centre.  There's no hurry, no urgency, we simply continue to chat as we kiss, hands roaming, his cupping my balls, mine gently stroking his butt cheeks, and we end up spooning, my cock pressed into his slot, my breath in his ear and my arms wrapped around his chest, when he rolls back and kisses me.

As we do, I am now on my back, and he begins to assume a more dominant and active role, his beard dragging across my face as we kiss, the feel of his cock against mine, and he works his way down my torso, eventually licking my balls and repositioning himself so that we are in a 69.  We continue with this for some time, then he breaks away and comes back to kiss me on the mouth, his hands stretched out to the nightstand for lube and condoms.

Suiting up, he keeps me on my back and draws up my legs, telling me that he wants to look at me as we fuck, then he slowly enters, dropping his head and kissing my chest as he does.  It's a strange sensation - he's inside me, yet outside me as I hold him, the connection somehow deeper than merely physical, and our bodies seem melded.  He's gently undulating his body, never leaving my embrace, and all too soon he pauses and shudders, eventually withdrawing and taking the loaded condom to the trash.  He returns, then notes the time.  He has but an hour to get home and eat before his fast starts, so it is with regret we bid farewell...

 

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Standard meet, but... (2/2)

Over the next day or so, the Swimmer sends me a few messages, calls once or twice, then invites himself over that evening.  I've already arranged to meet with the Indian guy, more for a catch-up and possible sex than anything else, and we're on the couch together talking and drinking for hours.  I delay the Swimmer as I don't want the Indian guy to get the 'bum's rush'.  He's a nice guy and I genuinely enjoy his company, and I'm kind of toying with the idea of a threesome, but it doesn't go anywhere.

As always, the Swimmer is right on (delayed) time, but he enters, and stares at the Indian guy.  I kiss him in greeting, and tell him the Indian guy "is cool with that", but it's somehow awkward and the poor Indian decides to leave.  I feel pretty shitty about this, and as soon as he's left, the Swimmer asks me the last time I had sex, not so subtly implying that I'd already had a session with the Indian.  I tell him otherwise, and he's mollified.  I ask if he got all his calls sorted, as he seemed quite stressed, and he replied "yes, you know why", but I don't, and he won't elaborate.

So we sit and chat for a bit, then he stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom, jokingly telling me not to look as he strips - he's "quite shy", then he roars with laughter.  We get horizontal, and as we kiss, he tells me, in a serious voice, that he was horrified I had had sex with someone else, that he really feels we shouldn't be seeing other people, and the thought that I might have had another mans cum on me was abhorrent to him.  I'm then informed there must be "at least" 48 hours between my last meet and seeing him!  A bit much from a guy who's on Growlr almost constantly, but he's a local and they're just weird.

He has no interest in anal sex tonight, just wanting me to suck him off (again), and I'm getting a little tired of the non-reciprocity, so we conclude and after some further chat, he departs.  Tonight he does call me, telling me he wants to 'wank me off', and he can't wait to see me cum again, and we agree to meet over the upcoming weekend.  I have already agreed to meet the Syrian, so tell him of this, and nominate another night.  He's unhappy, but agrees, however on the day sends me a 'can't come' message, with all subsequent communications bordering on monosyllables...  I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, and presume he's busy, so don't put too much store in this.  Let's see what happens after the weekend...

Standard meet, but... (1/2)

the Swimmer arrives right on time, and as he enters he pauses to take a large inhale.  He loves the fact my apartment smells faintly of cigarettes (a fact I wasn't aware of, and find mortifying), as it reminds him of the shisha bars he frequents.  Apparently, only 'boys' smoke cigarettes, and 'real men' take the pipe.  Ok...  Having said that, one of the things I like most about him is his idiomatic English.  He clearly speaks it fluently (3 years in the Midlands apparently), and he's able to moderate his voice to deliver sarcasm in an entirely appropriate fashion.

Anyway, we blob around on the couch for a bit, catching up and chatting, then he climbs over the couch and sits astride my lap to kiss me.  I like this, and it goes a long way to resolving our height difference, but he soon wants to hit the bed, and we duly go to the bedroom.

As previously, we kiss and talk a lot - he's very much the top, not touching my cock, but happy to kiss after I've blown him, so it's maybe a little one-sided, yet we persevere.  He delights in teasing me and finding new sensitive spots (I'm rather ticklish), again telling me 'only boys' suffer from this, and that 'men' don't, but it's all delivered with a cheeky grin, so I let it slide...

Eventually, I drop my head to his crotch and take his cock in my mouth, easily swallowing it and using a spit lubed finger to massage his hole, and he starts to pant, clenching his ring around my digit and mouth fucking me briefly, before he arches his back and unloads a torrent in my mouth.  I suck him dry, then move my mouth up his body, kissing and nipping as I do, when he grabs my head and drags me up to kiss, working his tongue into my mouth and sucking the saliva out.  So he's happy to snowball, but won't touch me?  Hmmm...

Flopping back beside me, I'm instructed to jerk off as he rather roughly massages my balls, but I'm really not feeling it, so I tell him not to worry.  He's disappointed, and I shrug, telling him I'd already had sex that day and it was ok (I didn't mention I hadn't shot though).

At this, he's seemingly electrified, and climbs out of the bed, heading for the shower.  He emerges, and dresses, then picks up his phone.  Frowning, he tells me he has 5 missed calls and literally runs out the door, with barely a farewell.  His habit is to call me from the car and talk some more as he drives home but when he doesn't call me tonight, I'm surprised/not surprised as I assume he's catching up with the missed calls.  But no...

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

The neighbour, and a minor revelation...

So I open Grindr, and get messaged by a guy "27metres away".  His profile is ok, so we chat for a bit.  Turns out he's in my building, and has been for 8 months.  I ask why I've not seen him before, and he informs he's only just decided to get the app.  Seems he's a middle aged long-distance family man who likes cock (sound familiar?), and is just as bored as the rest of us.  After some ongoing chat over a couple of days, he nominates his apartment number and offers 'tea'.  But the swimmer wants to pass by later, so I'm conflicted, but of course I say yes.  Unsure which way this might go, I clean up, brush my teeth and present at his door.  Good looking guy, my height, very slender opens it, and I enter.  He's really made his place a home, and we comment on the various artifacts and books he has about, then once the tea is finished, he shyly asks if I'd like to "lie together", and we repair to his bedroom and strip off.  He has the softest skin imaginable, but the harshest beard, and I'm squirming a little as we kiss and make out.  We take a break and start talking about how we find 'fun' in this shithole of a country, and he reveals he has a FB, and starts to describe him.  I stare in amazement and ask some questions, all of which are answered in the affirmative.  Turns out this guy is his regular, and the story I was given about smoking was true, but only up to a point.  The cheeky (or greedy, or maybe just horny) prick has ducked off mid-fuck for some side action with me!  It also explains why he's now mostly 20+kms away and only rarely nearby...

Anyway, we return to sex, mostly just 69 and kissing, but he's not getting hard and I decide to start biting his ass to see if that moves things along.  It kind of does, then he rolls to the nightstand and produces condoms and lube, suiting me up.  I'm on my knees, between his legs, when he throws his ankles over my shoulders and lifts his ass, lowering himself onto my upright cock, and smile and a sigh escaping his lips as I enter him.  He also reacts by turning his semi-hard 5" cock into an 8" stiffy, bouncing himself up and down me as he starts to jerk off.  Knowing I have the Swimmer passing by soon, I try to hold myself back, grabbing his shoulders and trying to stay 'in situ', and letting him have the fun.  He soon shoots, getting himself on the chin, the rest disappearing into the fur on his chest, and (not proud here), I fake it.  Quickly withdrawing I head to the bathroom and flush the empty condom, washing then dressing and telling him I have things to do.  I do feel kinda awful, acting like a 'blow and go' guy, but hopefully I'll get to make it up to him some other time.

Back to my flat and I prepare a light meal, jump in the shower and await the Swimmer...

Sweaty fun...

I'm down in Sin City for the weekend, visiting the family.  I need a haircut, and there's a place nearby that offers this, plus Turkish bath, massage and so on.  A quick call confirms it's "for men, by men", and so I tell my wife I'll be out for a few hours and head off.  On entering, it's not terribly promising - all very 'local', with gilded furniture, heavy drapes, overflowing ashtrays and tiny teacups, but I sit in the chair and tell the guy to do "whatever he wants", and he goes to town, producing quite a decent haircut.  I'm happy.  As I sat, I was watching in the mirror as the other guys prowled around, each of them rather fit, varyingly handsome, and all dressed in a minimum of athletic wear.  Intriguing, and I'm curious which I'll be assigned for my massage.  One in particular has caught my notice - Lebanese, very handsome, muscular just shy of body-builder, wearing only tights and a low-cut singlet.  If it weren't for the manbun, he'd be seriously fucking hot.  Haircut done, I go to the main desk and ask for the massage, and I'm directed upstairs, first door right, "and get undressed".  Up I go, into a small suite of rooms, strip off and wrap a towel around my waist.  The door opens and the manbun walks in and smiles at me.  First thing he does is undo the wretched bun, releasing a cascade of Fabio worthy hair, then peels off the singlet, then the tights, presenting to me a fantastic body and a bulging pair of trunks.  Still smiling, he says "this is better", then tugs my towel and drops his trunks, revealing a very tiny tan-line and a long fat cock atop the most dangly balls I've seen in a long time.  I've got my own private Tarzan!!!

With his hands on my hips he guides me into the massage room, indicating where I should spread out, then proceeding with a pretty standard massage, some titillation, but not a lot.  From here we go next door to the steam room, where another bench awaits, and I'm guided to this and laid down.  He continues the massage, but with soap, actively working my butt and slot, and I can feel his cock dragging over me as he clambers off and on, my hands subtly guided to his own package on occasion.  With a slap on the rump, he lets me know to flip over, then positions himself between my legs and begins to massage my chest and shoulders, our cocks in constant contact, both beginning to swell.  He looks down and smiles, then comes in to kiss me, sliding up and down me, his pubic stubble very pleasurable against me.  To hold such a muscular man in my arms is quite a treat, and I freely explore his muscles and tight little butt before he pulls back and taps me again, so I flip to my stomach once more.

He climbs back onto me, and I'm concerned he's going to fuck me - it's probably 8" of cock pressing against me, and I've seen no evidence of condoms, but he doesn't try, merely using his mass to extend the massage process, then he climbs off and taps me once more.

As I roll to my back, I see his massive thigh pass as he swings over me, grabbing my cock and swallowing it, his own slapping me in the face.  It'd be rude not to return the favour, so we enjoy a few minutes of 69, neither of us shooting a load.

When he climbs off me, he's back to business - strutting about in the steam, flicking his hair and leisurely washing himself as he talks, then he reaches for my hand and washes me down, finally slapping my backside and telling me it was time to get dressed.

I think I have a new regular place...

A quickie with a twist...

With a month of devotion looming, many in my part of the world decide on abstinence as part of their observances.  Notable in this are the Persian, the Beard and the Falcon.  When the Falcon messaged me to inform, I really couldn't understand why.  I honestly don't recall when we last met, and I don't care to meet him again, but...

The Syrian will be observing, and he's been a little cagey about meeting, so perhaps he's going down the same path.  Unsure.  I do know he was intensely keen to meet in the days before, and we agreed on dinner and 'let's see'.  He arrives at mine right on time, as always bearing gifts (wild honey this time), and we go for a walk, run some errands, and I see we are near an excellent Japanese restaurant and I ask if that's what he fancies.  He's never tried, and is happy to do so, so we enter and take a table.  I'm a huge fan (and have traveled to Japan many, many times), so the menu is familiar to me and I order adventurously, but not too much so.  The Syrian decides he doesn't want to know what he's eating until he's tried it, and he's surprised and delighted to learn he's quite a fan of eel.

After dinner, we continue our walk, and in the lesser populated parts of town he slips his arm through mine, telling me alternately of his love for me and tales of other guys he's been fooling around with.  I'm simultaneously jealous (with no cause), thrilled of his arm in mine, and nervous that we might be seen.  He takes this as a rebuff, and we walk slowly together in silence, eventually ending back at my flat.  Without a word we continue indoors and upstairs, and he takes me in his arms and kisses me at length.  We make tea, have a cigarette, and his phone starts to beep madly, indicating the internet is running back in the caliphate and he is able to exchange messages with family.  Some are voicemails, and he smiles and says "Mama" as he opens one.  I speak some Arabic, and as I listen, I'm shocked to learn I've been calling him by his family name for the past 3 years, not his given name!

Family matters dealt with, he turns and kisses me, standing and leading me to the bedroom.  We begin our usual routine (which is neither usual, nor routine), but to my surprise when he does reach for the condoms and lube, it is me who gets fitted.  Sitting astride my hips, he lowers himself on to me, kissing, biting and occasionally arching backwards with a grimace on his face before he finally bottoms out on me.  He's sitting there, looking slightly pained but triumphant and leans forward to kiss, but my cock slips out of him and his relief is palpable.  He shakes his head and says "I like everything with you, but not always that", then we return to our more normal activities, him finally flipping me to my stomach, reaching around my chest and entering me.  We fuck for a while, various positions, then he gets at 90 degrees beneath me, one hand out for balance, the other wrapped around my shaft, and as he fucks he gives me a handjob, and I quickly release.  He immediately withdraws, removes the condom and sprays his load over me, apologizing as it hits the sheets and pillows as well.  I don't mind at all, and we quickly wash before returning to bed, where we talk of nothing for a time.  Eventually, he wants a cigarette so we don our briefs and return to the living room, where we lie in each others arms, staring at the TV.  All too soon he must leave, so he dresses and does...

Monday, 29 May 2017

Missed chances, then a triple shot!

So we've set up a threesome, the Persian, the Beard & I.  I'm to host, all parties have confirmed, then the Beard goes silent.  Two hours out, I call it off with the Persian, but he's interested to come over anyway.  However, I decline, choosing instead an early night.  30 minutes out from the putative rendezvous, the Beard messages to tell me he'd fallen asleep, just woken up, and "maybe next time".  No surprise there, but I'm kinda sorry I didn't invite the Persian over...

The next night I am to attend a friends birthday party, and am pretty confident I'm going to get hammered, so clear my slate for the weekend.  I do indeed get drunk, and am lying in bed feeling sorry for myself the next morning when the Swimmer messages me.  He's out on some errands, very near to my home, and would like to visit.  I tell him of my state, and he laughs, offering to pass by and take my mind off things.  I consent.  He's with me inside of 15 minutes, shaking his head at my 'unfortunate ways', which he clarifies to mean drinking and not speaking more Arabic.  I'm not certain which is the greater of the transgressions in his mind, but he leads me to bed, and we climb under the covers together.  As before we alternate between kissing and talking, our bodies naked together, when he taps my hip, stretches across for condoms and lube, then begins to gently fuck me.  We roll around for a while, changing positions, when he flattens me back to my stomach and starts to jackhammer at me, squeezing my shoulders and biting my neck as he shudders and dumps his load inside the condom, inside me.  He lies atop me, panting, then goes to clean up, returning shortly and climbing back into the bed for more kisses and cuddles.  We talk and chat some more, sitting on one another, breaking for water, talking, and his cock starts to stir again.  I'm happy to tease the shit out of it, lapping at his balls, pinching his nipples, running my tongue up and down his shaft and sucking madly.  He grabs the side of my head, and starts to guide my mouth up and down his shaft, then suddenly lifts me clear just in time to see a series of massive spurts erupt out of his dick, landing in a spatter pattern on his stomach and chest.  It's been less than an hour since he filled the condom, and this (to me), is remarkable.  I clean the last of it from him, then he pulls me up to snowball what little was left, the bulk of his load now squished between us.  He makes a few tut-tut noises, then exits to the shower, telling me loudly how he hates the way it sticks to him, then he emerges, dripping wet, and climbs back into the bed.

We continue to talk and kiss, really nothing consequential, family stuff, work, the usual nonsense one would normally cover in a coffee shop, except we're naked and entwined in each other.  He again comments on the paleness of my skin, and starts to kiss my body all over, and as he works his way down my legs I can feel his cock, hard once more, slowly dragging across me as well.

He's got my leg in the air, kissing my calves and feet, then he slowly using these as a lever to turn me over, and kisses his way back up my body, ending with butterfly kisses on my neck, and his rigid cock lodged in my slot.  He's kind of wriggling a little bit, then I turn my head and see his arm outstretched for another condom.  Three times?  Lifting me gently, he enters me once more, but by now the pace has slowed somewhat, and we indulge in a leisurely, if conventional, fuck, me finally on my back, legs around his waist.  He spends some time thrusting in and out, then withdraws and flattens my legs onto the bed, now straddling my hips.

Ripping off the condom, he starts to jerk at his cock, his balls grinding against mine, then, once more, his cock starts to shoot over me.  It's as if he hadn't shot once, let alone for the third time.  I cannot hold back, roaring with laughter and congratulations, but he shrugs.  "Four is my best" he comments, then drops onto the bed next to me.  I glance at the clock, and see that it is now very late in the afternoon, and I've yet to check in with the family.  He stretches a little and suggests that he too should be making a move, so we shower together, dress and exchange lengthy kisses at the door before he departs...