Tuesday, 10 March 2015

More fool me....

So  I get a call from a guy who's in my phone (under a family friendly pseudonym), and who's voice is familiar, informing me that his office have put him up in the newest and most lavish hotel in town for a few nights.  Perhaps I'd care to pass by?  I'm keen for a round or two, so readily agree and commence preparations, all the while trying to put a face to the voice.  Then it dawns on me - it's the Thief.  

Hmmm.  As always, horniness triumphs over caution, so I set a little test. I empty my wallet of all but 1 x high and 1 x low denomination note and head off.

He opens the door by peering around it, and I see that he's already naked and added quite a few pounds since I last saw him.  He quickly shuts the door and I step into a remarkable set of rooms, but he just wants me naked and on the bed, so I dump my wallet, watch etc on the side table and throw my clothes on the floor.  He asks me to pick the clothes up and hang them in the bathroom, so I oblige.  I return, and we're onto the bed and he's chatty, but really just wants his dick sucked - I'd had a drink before I left the house, and unlike last time, he won't kiss "in case someone smells it", and really, he just wants me to suck him off.  I oblige, and after working on his fat cock for just a few minutes, he spasms and blows in my mouth then swats me away "too sensitive" he says...

He suddenly lurches over and grabs his phone, and begins to argue with someone (I hadn't noticed a ring or a buzz...), then he informs me that as he has refused to meet 'a friend' downstairs, that person is on their way up to the room and I must leave.  Immediately.  Knowing now that I've been played, I tell him it's ok - I'll just hide in the bathroom.  Not good enough - "the friend" might want to use it.  I dress and leave as he asks me to return tomorrow night.  "Unlikely" I tell him as I exit.

In the elevator, I check my wallet.  Empty.

Now what's the phrase "fool me once - shame on you, fool me twice - shame on me"?

Shame on me...

Monday, 9 March 2015

Pillowbiting

The Syrian has been relentless with his contact - when can I visit, how much he misses me and so on.

I finally find the time to get down there, and leave the house with a happy heart.  The guy really is a sensational fucker, and I'm frankly gagging for it.

Arriving, we undergo the usual tea & cigarettes ritual, then quickly fall onto the divan, our bodies still clothed but intertwined.  As we kiss, he's simultaneously wriggling out of his clothes and removing mine, and we are finally naked together.  All he wants to do is nip & suck at my nipples, then work his mouth down my torso until he's fingering my hole and sucking my cock.  I turn him around so that I can eat his ass as he sucks me, then we switch positions.  Choking and gagging as he bucks his rock hard dick into my mouth, he drags me up so we can kiss, eagerly sucking the cock flavoured saliva out of my mouth as we continue to writhe about.  Fuck it's fun.

We continue in this style for a time, with him on occasional dragging himself up my body with his cock hooked downward until the pressure is too much and it springs back upright.  As he drags he utters low moans, the friction of my flesh intense on his cockhead, until it releases and he lets go with quite a howl and a shudder.

He flips me to my stomach, and starts to work his face into my crack, his tongue working across and into my hole, his moustache tickling my cheeks and thighs, and then he starts to work his mouth up my back, pausing only when he is kissing the back of my neck and nibbling at my ear.   As he kisses me, I can feel his cock straining against my hole and then he is in.  Resting atop me, he stretches my hands forward over my head and, holding them in place, he begins to pump my ass.  Fuck it hurts, and I'm struggling beneath him and yes, biting the pillow as he works his length in and out of me relentlessly.  With his weight on top of me, I'm actually unable to get his cock out of me, until I finally buck him off (and smack my forehead into the wall).

He's pretty fired up, and flips me onto my back and launches in again, banging his hips into me as he resumes what is a world class pounding.  As he thrusts and grunts, I tell him I want to shoot while he's inside me, but all he can manage is a nod and a smile as he bangs away.  But my dick starts to go down, so I just relax and let him do his thing.  He withdraws with a roar and sprays a load all over my stomach, falling down onto me and laughing his head off as the cum squelches between us.  He's not noticed I haven't cum yet, but I don't want to spoil his fun so keep schtum.  I've also not noticed he's fucked me BB.

We head to the shower, where he washes me like a baby, then dries me off before resuming his own ablutions.  After more tea he walks me to my car and I leave.  Damn it was good!

Saturday, 7 March 2015

Show-ers vs. grow-ers

So, it's official, I'm a grow-er.  Like I didn't know.  But the recent penis survey was instructive (to me anyway), for a number of reasons.

I always feel a little 'shy' in the locker room, yet I have never had a complaint or comment during sex.  The survey helped to clarify this.  I go from bottom 30% flaccid to top 5% when hard.  Girth is smack on the  50% marker.

So there you go...

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Spelunking

A regional holiday means a long weekend, so I depart with the family to Beirut.  Long term readers will know I have had some fun there before , but as I am 'en famille', not much chance this time around.  Or so I thought...

We journey to one of the best known local landmarks, but family decide at the last minute that it's preferable to sit in the sun and have coffee.  Thus, I enter a large grotto alone.  It's both off season and mid-week, so I am wandering alone, and it's amazing.  It's also very warm, running at around 25c.  I come to the end of the pathway, where a set of steps go further, but a barred gate blocks the way.  I had vaguely noticed a security guard as I passed, but not paid a lot of attention.  I decided to sit on the steps and look back at what was a truly amazing view, when I notice him looking at me quite intently.  I take the chance to look at him also - mid-twenties, scruffy, not especially handsome, but broad of shoulder and slim of hip he is, in short, a lovely piece of rough trade.

I smile, he nods, then approaches me.  "Better view here" he says, unlocking the gate and gesturing for me to enter.  I do so, and we are on a small platform jutting out over the void below.  He smiles and nods again "Good?" he asks, and I smile and also nod in response.  Smiling, he turns and locks the gate behind us, returning to simultaneously place one hand on my shoulder to push me to my knees as he undoes his trousers with the other.

It was pretty standard, maybe 6-7", cut and fat, and smelt like a man should.  I swallowed it whole, as he began to buck into my mouth I rubbed his tight and hairy ass cheeks until he shot a quick and small load into my willing maw.  I wasn't allowed to finger his hole or stroke his chest, and it was all over in a matter of minutes.  As if nothing had happened, he rebuttoned, unlocked the gate and indicated I should leave, so I did.

Wife asked how it was in there, and I simply replied 'hot'...