Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Return to the fold



After a quick break in a nearby city, the family have decided to stay on.  The maid is traveling with them, so I am returning to an empty house.  Of course, I call the Engineer and let him know.  He immediately offers to meet me at the airport, and I cautiously accept.  Our encounters are moving from the entirely NSA to a deeper level, and neither of us began this with that intention.

My cautiousness evaporates as I exit customs.  He is standing there - tall, solid, haughty, and magnificent in his national dress.  I pause, feeling my face flush with the realization that this man is waiting for me, that he is my lover, and that I care deeply for him.  He spots me, and we grin like lovestruck teenagers at one another.  I do not know what to say, other than to tell him he makes me feel like a schoolgirl.  He laughs.

During the car ride we exchange pleasantries, then enter my house.  He immediately sweeps me into his arms, murmuring Arabic nothings into my ear as he kisses and holds me, running his tongue and hands all over me.  We move to the bed, and as always, we kiss and kiss, eagerly exploring one another.  After some time he wants to fuck, and I ask to try a new position.  On my knees on the edge of the bed, I ask him to stand behind me and ‘fuck me hard’.  It is the same position in which I had the Civil Servant a little while back.  The Engineer is happy to oblige, but it is no wonder the guys in the porn movies yelp so much – it seems to be the position that offers him both maximum leverage and penetration, and I get the hard fucking I asked for, until I can take no more and fall forward onto the bed.  He climbs on beside me, and wraps himself around me, shifting me to my side whereupon he re-enters me and we continue.  He is enjoying and I am too, and after a few minutes I clench my hole around his thrusting cock, triggering his orgasm.  Quickly withdrawing and removing his condom, he roars with delight and I am once again covered in a ridiculous amount of cum as he unleashes his load.  Immediately, he drops his head to my own member and dragging his beard all over me, brings me to shoot my own load, our seed mingling between us as we collapse into an embrace.

After showering, we get into the car and head out for dinner.  Afterwards, when leaving the restaurant, he tells me that I “have the ass of a teenager”, and that he wants to fuck some more, so we return to the house and fool around for a few more hours, 'till his wife calls and demands he come home.  I change the linen, shower once more and fall asleep dreaming of his embrace...

Monday, 12 August 2013

Better the Devil you know…



Don’t what to say about this guy, maybe it was me, maybe it was him…  He hit me up on grindr, under the nickname "Devil", and we chatted for a bit.  I had had a crappy day, too tired to top, not in the mood to bottom, but horny as hell.  After a number of frustrations, and some hours later, he comes back on line and wants to talk some more.  Turns out he can’t host (nor can I), but he has access to a ‘day flat’, so we agree to meet at a coffee shop near the place.  For those unaware, a day flat is one you rent for the day, for all sorts of reasons.  We meet, and click – he’s cute, reasonable body, clever conversation, so we move on to the place.  What a fucking shithole.  I wouldn’t even begin to describe the squalor (or the stains), without churning your gut.  However, we’re there, so what the hell.  For some reason the a/c is set to ‘arctic’, and I am shivering, but “he likes it that way”.

Initially, he‘s all shy.  “What do you want to do?” I ask – he shrugs and rolls his eyes.  I move in to kiss him, but he draws away, then comes back, pecking at me like a fucking goldfish.  I get his shirt off, and start to work on his nipples, but he just stands there, idly rubbing my back.  Hmmm.  I turn on the TV in case we start to get noisy, and we move to the bed.  It’s hard work.  The guy hugs a lot, again keeps pecking at me with his lips, and any efforts to get my tongue down his throat are repelled.  So we hug a lot more, and I finally get him naked.  Like I said, nice, normal body and an average length dick, but it’s so fat I can’t quite get my hand around it.

Now it gets weird.  Having boasted of his experience when online, he now tells me it’s his first time for anal, and he wants me to fuck him.  But "the pain, the pain".  So I turn him, and begin to open him up with a well-lubed finger.  He gets angry, and tells me no.  I offer to rim him, explaining this will make the fuck a lot less painful, and he refuses that too.  He will only straddle me, taking the whole cock in one hit.  Again, I talk about stretching and all that, but he’s adamant that he doesn’t like it.  Attempts to fondle his ass, kiss his cute butt cheeks and nuzzle his general 'area' are also rebuffed.  If it’s his first time I wonder, how does he know he hates it?

Now the problems really begin.  With the a/c so fucking cold, and with the various carry-on about things, I start to deflate.  He grabs my semi-rigid cock and actually shakes it, saying it is ‘too soft’ so I can’t enter him.  Possibly a fair comment, but by now my interest is quickly waning anyway, so it is my turn to shrug.  “Blow me and it’ll come back” I suggest, so the guy drops his head down, for a whole 10 seconds, and then says ‘no good’.  It is only on occasion that I don’t manage to get it up (and I quickly turn into a bottom to disguise this), but he’s unhappy.  I’m also feeling pretty crappy about my lack of performance (a bit of urut tenaga batin right about then would have been a godsend), but I see that his own dick has shriveled up and gone to sleep anyway, so my guilt quickly lifts.

Deciding it’s just a bust, I get all selfish and go in to jerk myself off.  Straddling him, I am trying to aim my load at his face, but he pushes me down and our balls come into contact.  Grinding on these for a minute or so, I surprise both of us by shooting a load straight over his shoulder, closely followed by another rope that ran all the way down his chest to his navel.  Happy that at least I got off, and knowing from the state of the place I wouldn’t be using the bathroom, I dress and leave, cock still dripping.  When I get home, I realize I stink of lube and cum, so shower and start some laundry.

Hot in the hammam



Summer sees me take a quick break in Istanbul, one of my favourite cities for all sorts of reasons.  A primary attraction is the local hammam (baths), which regular readers will recall I am quite a fan of.  They are normally quite tame, and usually very modest, but I decide on this trip to try a new place, one that has a racy reputation.  Arriving late on a Sunday afternoon, I am not disappointed.  The staff are not keen to confirm services available, but I persevere.  Stepping into the wet area, I understand why.  It seems I have arrived at a time when it is not officially open, yet available to the cognoscenti.  I am surrounded by men in various stages of undress and congress, so quickly move from room to room to establish what is going on.  The initial room has 4 additional entryways, one of which is closed, so I move to the next.  I sit, and observe a guy in the corner idly washing himself and occasionally stroking his cock through the towel.  He’s young, hairy and cute, but painfully thin.  As I am watching, a somewhat fatter guy sits beside me, and begins to vigorously masturbate his short but fat cock.  I don’t quite understand what’s going on, so I move to the next room, which contains the hotstone and basins.  It’s quiet, so I begin to relax and prepare an action plan.  The skinny guy comes and sits opposite me, staring ‘with intent’ as they say.  I smile non-commitally, and before we go any further, two large fit guys enter.  Tatts, muscles, late 20’s, the whole bit.  One begins to massage the other as he sprawls face down on the stone, gradually becoming more assertive as he works his way up the guys back, by now apparently sitting on the backside of the guy as he rubs his shoulders.  The groans suggest it’s quite a massage, then I do a double take.  The guy being massaged has his towel up around his waist, and the guy massaging has his over his lap, and they are in fact fucking.  I don’t want to be the creepy guy that watches, so I arrange my towel to cover my hard-on, and move on to the next room.

In there I encounter a bear that you would describe as ‘in his prime’ sprawled on the bench.  Late 30’s, naked with a big solid body and legs spread, rocking what looks like the proverbial foot long cock, which he is thrashing for all it’s worth.  The cock is slapping against his chest as he goes at it, with many an admirer standing by and watching, some occasionally moving in to nudge his massive balls with their feet.  Again, I am made vaguely uneasy by this unsought-for act of voyeurism, so I exit to the entry hall, and take a place outside the closed door to gather my thoughts.

As I sit there, the door opens.  Beyond I can see a tall young guy (early 20's?), also naked.  Built like a rugby player, he is idly playing with his cock as he converses with a man unseen.  I see that he is also the possessor of a monster cock (is it a Turkish thing?), which is flopping around on his thighs and stomach as he strokes it.  The main entrance suddenly opens, and 4-6 guys enter at once.  They are to a man young, fit and handsome, and they enter the door which quickly closes.  It is as though a soccer team has turned up for a gang bang.  I am curious (read horny), so I attempt to go through but the door has been locked.

Reeling somewhat from the overtness of all this action, it dawns on me that there are no “real” patrons and that today it is just a sex venue.  More 'bathhouse' than 'bath' if you get my drift.  I retire to the first room, pondering my next move.  It doesn’t take long.  The skinny guy follows in, and takes up a position opposite me, where the bench forms a narrow ‘U’, and we each have a corner.  We begin with the motions of washing ourselves, quietly watching one another.  He gradually undrapes himself, and displays a cock the dimensions of which one rarely sees.  It was the size of a Red Bull can, and fully erect.  Game on.  Letting my own towel fall away, I begin to actively ‘wash’ my balls and cock, when the guy stretches out his leg and hooks my foot.  The marble bench is both wet and soapy, so it is with minimal effort I slide up to him, till our cocks and balls are in contact, my legs astride his hips.  Still staring at me, he reaches down and grabs my now hard dick, and begins to jerk me off.  After all the other action, and with thoughts of the soccer orgy going on next door, it only takes a minute or so and I shoot a load all over his hand, which he then transfers to his own dick, whereupon he himself cums almost immediately.  As it would seem I am now ‘done’, I shower and depart, eager for my next visit.

Urut tenaga batin



There is a massage place not too far away advertising itself on Manjam, whose services include the intriguingly named “Urut tenaga batin”.  A google of this discloses it is a form of ‘manhood massage’, whose benefits include “increased stamina, hardness and virility”.  Who wouldn’t be interested in that?  The call is made, the booking placed, and I arrive at the appointed time.  A remarkably handsome young Pinoy enters the room, shakes my hand and instructs me to get naked.  What follows is a fairly standard, yet enjoyable massage, until he tells me to roll over and lie on my back.  Beginning at my feet, he works his way up between my legs and onto (into?) my inner thighs.  Things start to stir, and within a few minutes I am rock hard as he works his thumbs into my taint and surrounds.  Leaving this area, he moves his legs astride me and starts on my upper groin, lower gut and so on, working up my outer body until he is straddling me face-to-face.  I am harder than I can ever recall, and he knows it.   Taking advantage of my oiled and hard state, and before I can react, he has slammed his hole onto my shaft and I am inside the guy.  Anyone that does that will do it with anyone, so I quickly shove him off and tell him I want a condom.  Immediately he produces one, fits me up, and resumes his position, breathlessly informing me he only does this ‘with foreigners’ as he pumps up and down on my cock.



To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to fuck the guy.  A handjob I hoped for, maybe a BJ.  But whatever this massage is, it’s working and I am ready to go.  I let him ride me for a bit, then push him onto his back, lift his legs over my shoulders and pound him good.  I am going harder and longer than I can recall for some time, and from the whimpers and squirms beneath me it seems he is enjoying it as well.  Suddenly his hole contracts tightly, and he squirts his load all over himself.  The squeezing is too much for me, so I withdraw, remove the condom, and shoot my own load all over his stomach and chest.  We clean up and I shower, leaving a sizeable tip as I depart.  It is later confirmed by a guy I know who's a fellow customer (this is a very small town), that the guy loves to fucked by westerners and didn’t expect anything extra from me.