Sunday, 30 August 2015

Again with the farewells...

So the Syrian messages me, and wants me to pass by 'today'.  As it happens, I can, so I do.

It's only been a week or so since I saw him last, but he's stopped shaving and he looks completely different.  Damn the facial hair grows fast around here...

It seems he has a problem in his hometown that must be attended to, and a pretty scary part of town that is too.  He's not going to fight, but the beard is, well, a beard for the neighborhoods he must visit.  He leaves tomorrow morning, and wants to say farewell.  I am a little stunned by this - the headlines we all get to read and experience via the nightly news are simply a fact of life in my part of the world, and when it does intrude on a such a personal level it's always a jolt to be reminded just what a "hot" part of the world I live in (no pun intended).  Our little bubble of luxury cars, expansive villas & numerous servants is a fragile one indeed.

True to his form, he wants to disrobe me and suck my dick.  He's doing well as I run my fingers through his hair, but I want a little more so I drag him to his feet and push him onto the bed.  From here we commence our usual rolling and thrashing kiss/lick/suck fest, pausing in our efforts to remove stray hairs from my mouth (that damn beard), and to also indulge in a leisurely 69 and concurrent ass play.  Great fun, and he can't get enough of it.

Gradually though, he uses his knees to flip me onto my stomach, and begins to lick, bite and kiss my back, working his mouth up my spine until his tongue is in my ear and his fingers in my mouth.  I can feel his cock nudging against my hole, but wriggle him off to get a condom and lube.  Once done, he returns to his position, and with a gentle, almost inquisitive approach, starts to work himself into me.

Once in he pauses, then smoothly withdraws before slamming back in.  It's good, but for some reason I'm feeling like a bitch just lying there and taking it, so after a few minutes I roll out from below him and wrap my legs around his waist.  I'm quick enough that I see the surprise on his face, but when he locks eyes with me he smiles and dives down to kiss me, sliding his cock right back inside me and starting to fuck me hard as our hands and mouths roam, my hips resting in his lap.

It doesn't take long before he withdraws, and rips off his condom.  Grabbing both our cocks in one hand, the other on the mattress for balance, he begins to pant and moan as he jerks us off together.  I'm silent but panting, and I feel my legs start to drum on his back as he begins to cry "yes, yes, YES" and his load shoots over my chest.  With my own climax well advanced, I can't do anything other than twitch in his grip until my own cock explodes over his hand and my stomach.  At this he roars 'good, good', and keeps jerking us both until we're milked dry, then he falls onto me laughing.

After some kissing, he slaps my rump and tells me to rest as he goes to shower and make tea.  Returning with this we lie about in our mess together and enjoy our time before I too must shower.  He claims not to be bothered by his upcoming journey, but I sense something in his eyes as we part company and I find myself genuinely concerned for him.

Thursday, 27 August 2015

Serendipity and fisting...

I'm in a part of town known for it's "bachelors", and free for an hour or two.  I fire up Grindr, and immediately get a hit from Andre, "eager to serve me".  He's nearby and available, so over I head.

I arrive, and am greeted with a lingering kiss - damn he's good at it, so we stand for a while in each others arms, his pierced tongue clacking against my teeth, and we kiss for a while.  I break free and point to the bedroom, and we resume, standing by the bed and kissing more as I work his wifebeater off and start to bite and twist his nipples as he removes my shorts.  He drops to his knees and starts to eat at my cock through the fabric of my briefs, then he starts to sneeze and excuses himself.  I remove my own shirt and am lying on the bed in my briefs when he returns, a smile lighting his face when he sees me.  He removes his shorts and I see that he's wearing the briefs I purchased for him last time, when he dives onto the bed, landing between my legs and falling down to kiss more.  He's quite desperate for affection, and as I lick his throat and neck, working my tongue into his ear, he literally goes limp and just lies there on top of me, soaking up the physical contact.  I tell him my balls need licking, so he slides down and removes my jocks, then starts to run his tongue from my hole, taint and balls up my shaft and begins to suck.  I haven't shot in a week, and I can feel myself edging, so I pull his hair to get him off me, then push him back to my sack so he can continue.

I lie there quite contentedly being pleasured, and ask if he wants to swallow my load - he answers in the affirmative, so I tell him to suck me dry, then I'll fist him.  He looks up and smiles at me, then goes in to suck my dick like there's no tomorrow.  I'm close, but not close enough, so I get off the bed and stand, his mouth continuing to work my shaft, but I really, really, just want to bust, so I push him back a little and start to jerk off with one hand, the other holding the back of his head.  When I feel my legs begin to tremble, I shove my cock back into his mouth and let loose my load, which he dutifully swallows.  Once I'm drained, I lean down to kiss him, and he snowballs a little bit back at me.

I get him on his knees, and ask for some lube - he points below the nightstand, and bugger me if there isn't a porn-sized tin of Crisco.  I laugh and tell him I'd never seen such a thing outside a movie before, and duly stick my hand in.

Then I stick my hand in him.  One finger, then two, then four.  He squirms a little, then my whole fist goes in, right up to the wrist bone.  He's gasping and squirming about, so I begin to slowly move my hand around, then I clench my fist and start to fuck him with it.  I'm not really into this, but he's crying out in pleasure, and I can feel his muscles contracting and releasing around my hand, so I change tack and cock my pinky finger a little - this gives a small protrusion on my fist which I use to stroke his prostate as he shudders and moans - I've rarely seen a guy in such ravages of pleasure.  He starts to buck against me, and then clenches himself so tight I can barely move my hand.  As this happens, he raises his head off the mattress and roars as I feel him pump his load out all over the sheets.

Leaving him slumped on the bed, I go to wash up.  When I return, he's starting to change the covers, so I figure we're done.  I dress and leave...

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Workplace practices...

Actually, "practises" could be apt as well.

Most of my employees are men - some older, but mostly younger.  Some eyecandy (a former military guy in particular), some not so much.

For the past three mornings, when entering the bathroom (stall #3 to be precise), it seems someone has been rubbing one out - the smell of cum is overwhelming.

The thought of someone jerking off in there brings mixed feelings - but I hope at least it's one of the cute ones.....

Sunday, 16 August 2015

Bad angles, happy endings...

The Syrian has been messaging me regularly, hoping I can 'pass by'.  With his recent spate of gift-giving and whatnot, I'm cautious (I really don't want things to escalate beyond "fuck buddy"), but happily the Premier League has recommenced and watching the football is a cover story that seems to wash well with the wife, so I head over.

I'm greeted at the door with a broad smile, and quickly dragged into his arms as he slams the door behind me, and we stand together in his foyer making out.  It's stinking hot outside, and I ask for tea & water as we shuffle into the living room, his arms wrapped around me.  He returns with same, and we sit together talking for a bit, then I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.  As we kiss he gradually removes our clothes, until I am naked and he in a pair of gym shorts, when he drops to his knees and starts to blow me.  I am content to shift my weight and widen my stance a little, which enables him to get his mouth in and under my balls, and to suck those as well as my cock, which is firmly standing to attention.  He's down there forever, dragging his hands over my chest, tweaking my nipples as he sucks, until I finally drag him to his feet, slide his shorts off and push him onto the bed.

I'd had a most satisfying solo session the morning before, thinking primarily of his fat and heavy cock in my mouth, and I'm keen to turn the fantasy back into reality, so I dive down and begin to lick his balls, slowly running my tongue up his shaft and abrading it against the underside of his cockhead, before flicking it over the tip of his cock, which is now twitching violently.  He's really spasming, so I'm forced to actually grab it and feed it into my mouth, but for some reason I can't get the whole thing in so I bob up and down on it as he thrusts from below.  For whatever reason, today it seems even larger, and I'm struggling to accommodate it.   I've also not showered that day, and I'm a little self conscious about my possible smell, so I ask for a towel to shower.  "Uh-uh" his reply as he returns his mouth to my dick, then he comes back to kiss me again and I can taste myself - it's not unpleasant at all, but clearly on the musky side, and he professes to love it, so hey...

We continue like this for a while, but he's mostly interested in eating out my ass, which he does at length.  I finally spin him around a little so I can access his own hole, but again the bad angle and I'm once more struggling.  As he sucks my shaft, I eventually bend his cock back and take it in my mouth on the reverse angle, but it quickly swells in my mouth and I have to let it go.  As it leaves me, it flicks up with a wet 'snap' to hit his stomach (which is awesome btw).

As he's eating me, he flips me onto my stomach and dives in to my ass once more, then pauses.  I turn my head and see him donning a condom, but I can't see any lube.  He grins at me and then spits on his cock, and begins to nudge into me lube free.  Fuck. It. Hurts.  He withdraws a little and spits some more, and starts to enter again.  Jesus H Christ....  I'm squirming and protesting, but his reply is to hook his arms beneath mine and force his fingers into my mouth as he continues to enter me, withdrawing a little to gain 'purchase' before resuming his entry.  When I think he's finally in, he wraps one arm under my chest to hold me still, then flicks his hips to get another cm or so in and he's finally done.  I'm taken back to our our first ever fuck, where his size was an issue, so I try to relax and go with it, but once in he starts to pump and I just can't do it.  It's too much, too big & too rough, so I push back until I am on my knees, doggy style, but then he's even keener, and starts to go harder but I'm literally shouting in pain, and push him off me.

We are on our knees facing one another on the bed, and he smiles at me and reaches over to start jerking me off, using one hand on my cock and the other to get a few fingers into my devastated ass, when I start to tremble.  Sensing this, he falls back on the bed and begins to jerk himself as he continues to stroke me, asking me to dump my cum on him.  I quickly oblige, and he scoops my load to use on himself, crying out as he shoots his own cum across his chest.

We remain quite still, panting and catching our breath, then he pulls me down to kiss him, and lay for so long we end up stuck together.  He giggles at this - clearly it's not HIS chest hair being pulled out - then goes to shower and make more tea.  After my own shower I join him back in the living room and we chat a while more.  Never got to watch the football...

Thursday, 13 August 2015

A rebours

I've got the itch, and no-one's around.  I ping Fast, and he's about, so over I head.  I've mentioned before his massage talents, and he wants to give me the full treatment today.  I happily oblige!

He starts with my feet, gently working the reflexology points, working his way up and down one leg, then the other.  Special attention is paid to my broader groin area (the tease), then my lower stomach, then back to my groin, passing his hands lightly over my balls and up my rapidly stirring shaft, before resuming work on my inner thighs and lower butt cheeks.  It's good, and I'm giving him (via my hard-on), the happy signals.  He moves his hands up my sides, fluttering his fingers as he goes, then on to my shoulders from behind.  As he massages me, he lifts my arm and begins to lick and kiss my armpits, dragging his tongue across my throat as he moves my other arm out of the way to gain access on that side.  It's all pretty blissful, and I'm content to lie back and be spoiled.  It's pretty warm in the room, and we're sweating, the occasional droplets falling from him onto me quickly licked off.

He moves back down the bed and places himself between my legs, resuming the massage on my stomach, then works his hands down my legs and lifts them over his shoulders.  He leans down to lick and kiss my dick, then shuffles himself down so he can lick my balls, his tongue moving down to flick my hole as well.  He starts to get right into this, his tongue darting over me and occasionally driving inside, and I wriggle and shift with pleasure.  Running his tongue from the hole, over the balls, along the shaft then continuing up my torso, he begins to kiss me on the mouth as our bodies slide together, the sweat acting as a lubricant.  His own dick is now rock hard, and he's nudging me with it as we grind together, then we pause for him to grab condoms and lube.

Duly suited, we resume, his cock eagerly pushing against my butt.  Again I wriggle and wrap my legs around his waist, and he's in.  Sliding his length into me, he pauses and smiles at me before kissing me again as he begins to thrust.

It's good - he's not so big that it's uncomfortable, and his muscular body is a treat as my hands roam over him, resting on his tight little cheeks to pull him further in as he continues to fuck me.

He raises himself off me, then hooks one of his legs under mine and gets more-or-less upright, still sawing his cock in and out of me.  He's in kind of an 'archer' position (not the cartoon), on one knee and with the other leg drawn up, and this gives him the freedom to flick his hips and thus his cock in and out of me as he rests one hand on my own knee for balance.  This is good, and I start to squirm as I feel my nuts tighten and my breathing increases.  He smiles at me and then clamps his hand over my dick so I can't touch it, his thumb pressuring and stroking my balls as they swell and contract.  I really want to cum, but the fucker won't let me, however his jagged thrusting and irregular breathing tells me he's close as well.  With an effort I squeeze my ring and bear down on him, and he suddenly withdraws.  Ripping off the condom, he releases his grip on me and with a cock in each hand quickly jerks us both to conclusion.  I spilt loads, as did he - his third spurt hitting my chin and leaving a rope down my body.

He falls forward onto me, and we kiss as he rests in my arms, then, as always, he leads me to the shower and washes me gently.

Didn't check the time, but I was rather late for dinner.  Against his nature indeed...

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

The quotidian reality of having a 'lover'...

After so much frustration and fucking around on the apps, I've kinda given up.  The Syrian is usually free, has his own place and is a sensational fuck, so why bother with the carry-on on Grindr?

Hence my relative quiet over the past weeks - I've been getting plenty, but only with the Syrian.  It's been fun, make no mistake, but there hasn't been a lot of variety to report in either partner or tale.

I get to his, we kiss and embrace, we have tea and cigarettes, then we go to his bed and fuck.  Simple, uncomplicated fun.  He's been getting a bit more adventurous lately, drilling me from different angles, and he always makes sure I shoot my load, then we lounge about in our underwear and watch TV whilst drinking more tea.  It's all a bit "Wednesday afternoon in the hotel room" in it's predictability of both form and location.

But there's also another element creeping in.  After declining some jewelry from him, he's begun to present me with other gifts.  To wit, a set of luggage "for when my dream of our traveling together comes true", a rather expensive wristwatch "so you can keep track of our time apart", and my own bottle of his preferred cologne "so I can smell it and think of him".  Suffice to say the luggage went straight to the maid, the watch lurks in my bottom drawer, and the cologne is in a dumpster.  HTF do I explain any of this to my wife?

In a similar vein, the Tyrolean has been down the line every other day, sending me photos of the spectacular scenery he works in (and a fair sprinkling of dick pics as well).  He also wants to come to the Sandlands to visit me "and we stay in bed to have sex for 2-3 days".  Again, how do I sell that to the family?

So, dear reader, I'm afraid I've been a little dull of late.  However both Fast & Andre have been in touch, so perhaps things will return to 'normal' soon & I'll have more tales to tell....