Thursday, 28 February 2013

The player...

Family unexpectedly delayed their return by a day or two, so I got back online.  A few guys I'd been chatting with weren't around, but one promising lead was.  I hit him up, and he sent across pics of what appeared to be a monster cock, and some fairly explicit details of what he'd like to do to me.  After the usual 'do I know you' bullshit, we agreed to meet.

Turns out the cock was normal sized and attached to a compact, but hot, guy.  He's Lebanese (tick),  got a tightly muscled body, a shaved head & a beard (tick and tick).  And a fabulous ass.  He's late 20's and did I mention he was pretty damn hot?  So we head back to mine and bed,  but it is super late and I've had a few drinks.  Performance anxiety!

Turns out all is good.  We spend some time exploring one anothers bodies, kissing, fondling and playing with one another.  But this guy just loves to rim and suck.  He dives in and chews my ass out sensationally, and at length, working his tongue right in.  His beard is dragging up and down my inner thighs and ass cheeks, and it's my turn to moan and twitch.  It doesn't last too long however, and he moves on to an outstanding blowjob, then jerked off a stonking great load of strongly smelling cum all over my chest.  We clean up, and he leaves.  The whole thing took less than 20 minutes.

The next morning, all I can smell is his cum on me and in the room .  I open the window, and as I leave for the office I tell the maid 'everything' needs washing.....



Monday, 25 February 2013

Unexpected pleasures

Despite swearing to avoid buddy finder apps, I find myself online.  I get a hit, and unexpectedly see the Jordanian smiling at me.  Onto chat and it's clear we're both horny.  My family are traveling, so I agree to host and he's with me in 15 minutes.

I open the door, and a different person is smiling at me.  It's unquestionably the same guy, but he's somehow different.  Certainly a lot bigger physically, and as he steps through and embraces me roughly, also clear that he's a lot more confident.  The bulge in his pants tells me he's not here to talk, so we repair upstairs.  As he strips, it's also clear his cock is a lot bigger than I remember it as well.  It seems the lad from a year or so back has blossomed into a man.  A quite dominant one at that...

He starts by tentatively sucking my dick, then quickly moves onto my balls.  He's got a good suction and rhythm going, but we switch to a 69 and I start to suck his now massive cock.  It takes me a bit to accommodate the thing, but I manage to deep throat him repeatedly, to the extent he is twitching and moaning.  He's got me by the ears, forcing his meat into my mouth, and I'm struggling to breathe.  So I turn him and start to eat his ass, dropping down to kiss his balls and tease his cock, interplaying this with rubbing my whiskers inside his thighs and crack, and nipping his backside as the Turk did for me.  It turns out he's ticklish, and he throws me onto my back to make me stop.  We kiss and stroke each other, then he starts to bite my shoulders and nipples as he grinds, then flips me over again.  As he straddles me, he stretches my legs apart and inserts his own massive frame between them.  He starts to nudge my hole with his dick, murmuring in my ear that he's "going to take his time", then begins to fuck me slowly, gradually increasing the tempo.  After some initial discomfort I am lovin' this, and make an inordinate amount of noise as he pounds my ass.  He then lifts me and sits me on top of his shaft, so we can kiss while I grind against his hips, which feels incredible.  Then he pushes me back onto my stomach and re-enters me from behind.

As he is ramming me, he grabs my shoulders and begins to fuck me even harder.  Then, he starts to make incredible snorting and snarling noises and begins biting my neck and back.  Initially it's alarming as he is so raw and animal like, plus he could snap me in half if he chose to, but it's also incredibly hot.  He's literally holding me with his teeth as he shoves his cock further and further into me, making me moan with extraordinary pleasure.  He flips me onto my back and lifts my legs high into the air, and starts to take me that way, banging away and ramming his cock into me for all he is worth

Suddenly he pulls out and removes the condom.  'Time' he says, flopping onto his back next to me.  I am also about to cum, and the sudden void in my rear triggers an amazing orgasm and, given I had scored a pretty good blowjob the night before, a fair amount of sperm.  He's now stroking his own dick, and I go in to pleasure his balls and ass, but he grabs my hair and drags me up to bite his nipples.  Hard.  I'm happy to oblige, and he shoots a load all over his hairy chest and stomach.  We lie about for a while, then it's time for him to shower and leave.  Bliss.

Having been flipped, stretched, bent, bitten and generally treated like a bitch (in a good way...), I am feeling somewhat stiff and sore the next day.  Yet I am smiling at the knowledge that the boy has become a bear...


Saturday, 23 February 2013

some thoughts on buddy finders and other social media

In this part of the world, being gay is not only considered to be immoral, it's downright illegal.  The lash & jail (for nationals) and the lash & deportation for foreigners.   Entrapment is also considered fair and is admissible in court.  This makes buddy finder sites a great way to find 'like-minded' folk.   You'd think....

Owing to the perceived stigma, 95% of profiles only show the chest/torso of participants.  That plus the usual untruths about age, type and body means that without the visual cue of an actual face you're flying blind.  I can't tell you how stupid some of these people are - the pic of a famous movie star "is really them", or the insanely fit and wrinkle free young body attached to a 50y.o. profile.  And then there are the timewasters...

I swear, the timewasters.  A day flirting, sending pics and outlining what they want to do.  20 minutes before the appointed time "wallah habibi I'm unwell", or "oh no my wife has returned from her overseas trip early".  And then the ones who seem to think their privileged position in real life extends online.  In the real world it is called arrogance, but these guys just don't get that.  They're 'national', so they're special.  End of.  Likewise the 'macho men' who turn out to be either whimpering bottoms or only into soft sex.  FFS - it's called "grindr", not "cuddlr"!

Then there are the guys I almost feel sorry for. Interaction between the sexes is limited here, and there are an awful lot of horny young men.  It's (apparently) acceptable to be a top until one gets married, at which point you become monogamous.  So endless, endless profiles of well-built 23-28y.o. guys with 'top here' or 'looking for shemale only' on their screenshot.  One must also be able 'to host'.  But for some reason they hit me up, and are all pissed off when I'm not who they're looking for.  Read the profile guys!

The lack of face means you're not certain if it's a friend, a colleague or perhaps the police on the other end as well.  Regular readers will know that one of my staff sent me dick and face pics recently.  So we all play "20 questions", gradually getting more personal until a conclusion can be determined as to whether or not we are already acquainted before disclosing actual identities.

Frankly, it's exhausting.  After a period involving all of the above behaviours, amongst a revolving cast of nationals, I suspect I shall be deleting my profile shortly.  And breathing a lot more easily...

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Tailoring and teasing...

February 2013  Over the past few months I have come to know a guy via our respective wives.  He's a cool dude, former military, now active in charity work.  He's also built like a refrigerator, with a physique well past 'awesome', but happily short of 'weight lifter'.  We first met at a party, when he complimented me on a pair of pants I was wearing.  Tailoring in this part of the world is pretty cheap, and it so happens these had been recently made.  When I told him this, his face lit up and he became very enthusiastic, commenting on various details of them, and how I had it done 'just right' etc etc.  Lets call him 'Fashion guy'.

2 weeks later, he calls and tells me he's heading into the part of town where the tailors are, and would I like to accompany him, so I did.  We. Went. Button. Shopping.  I could practically feel my man parts shriveling as we discussed the merit of tortoise shell v plain and so on, but it was an enjoyable evening.

Last night we go to an embassy ball and he's there with his wife.  We have a pleasant night, drinking and talking, and then it was time to leave.  He had earlier dragged me aside to show me some detail of his watch, the whole time in a conversation loaded with ribald double entendre.  But other than fashion, he's always struck me a totally straight guy, if a tad narcissistic.

So, as we leave, he grabs me, in public, and kisses me.  I stepped back, a little surprised, and gave him the "really...?" eyebrow.  He took this as an encouragement, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss again, this time working his tongue actively into my mouth.  Our wives are standing right there, even more surprised than me, and mine grabs me and drags me out the door.  To say she was angry, especially after the incident with the Friend a few weeks back, would be something of an understatement.  I put his actions down to drunkenness and leave it at that.

Next morning I wake with a heavy head and a flashing light on my phone.  "More to come" he says...