Sunday, 29 November 2015

Unexpected...

Quietly minding my own business at home, when my phone bings.  Out of nowhere, it's Ducati, wanting to reconnect after almost, what, 9 months?  "Been busy babe - missing you though" he says "when can we catch up...".  Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I agree it's been too long, and ask what he has in mind - "Netflix and chill" he replies, followed by a wink.  Why not - I agree to pass by later that night, and duly armed with a bottle of wine (a rare treat here), I arrive at the appointed time.

Upstairs to his rooftop flat, and as soon as the door is closed, he comes in to kiss me.  His compact frame has been transformed since I last saw him - after returning from 'the fighting', he has been reaccepted into the police force and hit the gym.  Damn he's hot - not an ounce of fat on him, but happily there are no veins showing either - he's built like a boxer now, and keen to display his physique.  We open the wine and he cocks an eyebrow - "I haven't drunk in a very long time" he says, before skolling his glass and reaching for another, commenting favourably on my selection.

We're barefoot on the couch, and I tell him my feet are cold - his reply is to stand up and suggest we get into bed as he knows a way to warm me up.  This we do, and as soon as we reach his bedroom he's tearing at our clothes, biting and kissing me wherever he sees bare flesh, then he leaps onto the bed and draws the duvet up.  I lose my clothes and follow, and a lazy makeout session ensues - he's a great kisser, eager to explore my body with his hands, and not shy about sucking my cock either.  I push him around until we are diagonal on the bed, and begin to suck his dick, and as I work my way up and down his shaft he starts to explore my hole, alternating between his tongue and fingers, nipping and biting at my butt cheeks and inner thighs as he does.  We continually break for more kissing, then I return to his cock, my hands stretched out along his legs, and his own holding my knees apart from below as we each eat one another.

Finally he comes around to my mouth again, and smiling at me he asks if I'm ready.  I smile back and lean up to kiss him again, but he's already climbed off me to grab protection.  Donning it, he returns to my arms, and with a shuffle and a flick of his hips, he enters me smoothly from above, my legs wrapped around his waist as we kiss some more.

He's not that big, and I'm having no problem taking his size, but he's a bit like a puppy, banging away as we kiss, until he tilts me to my side and comes in from that angle, one of my legs stretched between his, the other over his opposite shoulder, but he's cricking my neck so I wriggle out and flip to my stomach.  He claps his hands in delight, then squirms and wriggles his way up my back, biting and kissing me until he's aligned, then firmly loops his arms under my shoulders and enters me, hanging on as he bites my neck, his hips slamming into my ass until he suddenly stops.  "I'm dead" he announces, rolling off me.  I look down and see the loaded condom sagging off his cock, but he doesn't want to move at all, so we lie together in silence for a bit as he pants and slowly regains his breath.

After cleanup, we return to the living room and finish the wine while watching some rather funny TV and chatting quietly.  It's only as I'm leaving it dawns on me that I didn't shoot.

The next day I get an unusually long message from him about how much he enjoyed our time together, and the apparently sincere hope it won't be so long before our next encounter...

Friday, 27 November 2015

Squeezed in...

It's been a long and shitty week, and all I really want to do is surrender to someone.  Anyone really.  I ping the Syrian - his recent absence seems to have intensified our intimacy, and, dammit, he's fun.

He's about, so I don't even remember the excuse I gave my wife, and leapt into the car.  Soaring down the motorway (we have very generous speed limits, and even more generous camera triggers), I am excited to be seeing him, and my dick starts to stir in anticipation of what's to come.  Arriving, I don't even make through his foyer before we're in one anothers arms, kissing, licking and biting each other as we shuffle to the bedroom.  All he wants to do is suck my dick as he runs his hands over my body, and I'm content for him to do this, when his phone goes off.  He leaps to his feet saying 'I must take this', and begins a protracted conversation in his native tongue - he looks quite comical, standing naked, cock upright, as he chats away on the phone.  I'm kinda at a loose end, so I drop to my knees and start to blow him as he talks, and he obligingly parts his legs so I can lick his balls as well.  His free hand is running through my hair, when he turns around and squats a little, enabling me to tongue fuck him as the conversation goes on.  And on.  Finally I'm bored, and following only little of what he's saying, so I throw myself down on the bed and draw up the covers.  Finally he is done, and very apologetic - it was a family member who he had been trying to track down all day.  All is of course forgiven - he pulls the covers away, exposing my stretched and naked body, and he falls down next to me and starts to kiss me.   Blissful.  We kiss and make out for a while, then he starts to work his tongue down my body, licking, lapping and kissing as he goes, and ends up gently licking my balls and one at a time taking them into his mouth.  Having teased me like this for a bit, he starts to suck me again, and I drag his body atop me so I can access his own cock, and we settle into a comfortable and silent 69.   I constantly marvel at the size of his dick, and more so it's fatness.  It's like a damn kransky - pliable yet firm, fat, long and heavy!  He's now wriggled away from my dick, and is aggressively sucking and eating my hole, which positions himself in a such a way that I can reciprocate, so our 69 turns into a mutual ass-eating festival.  Does that have a name?

He push/pulls me around, and draws my legs up and pushes them back towards my head, my ass pointing skywards, and he leans down and starts to lick and rim me from that angle, but I think my spine is going to snap, so I stretch my legs out and over his shoulders, only noticing then that at some point he'd donned a condom and lubed up.  He looks up and smiles at me, then gradually lowers my body down his torso, connecting my spit slicked hole with his cock, and without losing rhythm or motion, he enters me.  Once my full weight is resting in his lap, I think he's as far in as he can go, but no.  Just as my insides start to become accustomed to his mass within me, he shifts his legs a little and I feel another inch or so go in.  It's starting to get uncomfortable, and as he leans forward to kiss me, I tell him so.  "sorry habibi" his reply as he starts to manouver his hips a little, looking for the right angle to satisfy us both, and he finds it.  I am now content to work my ass against his hips, gripping his cock from within as I do so, but it is his turn to grimace "too much" he pants, "too  much", but which I figure he's edging a bit and wants to slow down.  I squeeze him out of me, and roll to my stomach, and he's quickly atop me, kissing and licking my spine as he uses his knees to force my legs apart.  As he kisses the back of my neck, I can feel his cock sliding up and down my slot, when, whammo, he enters me again.  One shot, one stroke, and he begins to pump, giving me a good old fashioned fucking, his hips ricocheting off my ass while he pounds me good and hard as I lay there spreadeagled on the bed.

His thrusts become erratic, and he suddenly flips me to my back and comes in to kiss me, his cock once more finding its mark, and his hands start to massage my body.

Slowing down a little, he sits upright, my legs around his waist as he wriggles and short thrusts into me, but my cock is in his hand and I start to clench and squeeze as my own orgasm builds.  He's fighting back against me, trying to keep his cock inside me, and I suddenly surrender and relax and let him slide back in.  His cocks gains back all lost ground, and the cum starts to flow and flow out of my cock.  No shot, but my body feels somehow as if it's floating while the cum keeps coming, and he starts to shallow breathe and withdraws from me, one hand working my cock as the other strips off the condom and he begins to shoot over my torso, grunting with each spurt.

We shower together, and relax on the couch with tea and cigarettes, some crappy film playing on the wall.  After too short a time together, I must take my leave and so I depart...

Monday, 16 November 2015

Reunion

The Syrian messages me that he is back from his 'visit', and wants to see me.   I, of course, want to see him as well.  Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder, and we arrange a time.

As I arrive, he merely smiles at me and takes my hand.  Without letting it go, he gently closes the door behind me and takes my other hand, and stands there smiling at me, and I him.  He's lost some weight (living in a war zone will do that), and thank god he's shaved off the beard he's been forced to wear these past, what, months?

He shakes his head and smiles again, and it's like a dam has burst.  We're madly kissing and hugging each other, when he gets all host-like and asks if I want tea.  Fuck that I tell him - later we have tea, and he correctly reads my signal and drags me to the bedroom.

As I peel off my shirt, he gasps with delight and lunges forward to kiss my stomach and lick my chest, pausing only to suck my nipples as his hands work my pants off.  He's then straight on to his knees, swallowing my cock and pinching my nips as he sucks.  All I can do is run my hands through his now shoulder length hair and tickle his ears as he bobs up and down on my shaft and gently scratches my balls.

I drag him to his feet and push him back onto the bed, letting my weight fall onto him as we resume kissing, his cock and mine both hard and tangled up together between us.  He rolls us over, and I am on my back, but his damn hair is falling all over my face, so I push him back a little, but he keeps moving and resumes the world class blowjob until I start to edge a little, so I wiggle away and drag his ass onto my face.  As he rises to his knees, I'm holding his hips and letting my head travel up as well, constantly probing him with my tongue and dragging my 3 day growth across his hole and taint, before he lets out a roar and falls forward, his own head now buried between my legs as he starts to work my own hole.  We stay like this for a while, eating each other out, sometimes kissing, and then I get my mouth around his cock.  I'm taking my time, and deliberately teasing him, but he pushes me around onto my stomach and straddles me from behind.  He starts to nudge at me with his pole, but I clench my legs and tell him 'suit and lube', which makes his face fall a little.  He obliges, and starts to kiss the back of my neck as he enters me, but damn he's big, and I'm struggling to take it.  Regular readers will know I'm kinda out of practice lately, but he perseveres, and I feel him bottom out inside me.  From here, he begins to sort of undulate, fucking me gently, but with his whole body, and it feels great, but I want to kiss him.  Squeezing him out, I roll to my back and drag him to my arms.  As we kiss, I wrap my legs around his waist and he re-enters me smoothly and starts to pump.

I'm gasping at this, and I know I can't last long, so he withdraws and pours like a bucket of lube onto us "to reduce the feel", and starts again to long dick me, but it's no good.  He has one arm outstretched for balance, and he grabs my shaft with his other hand and starts to stroke me in time with the thrusts, and I simply lose it.  Cum spurts out of me like I was 20 again, and he starts to laugh, then exits me and jerks himself off, falling forward onto me.  We lie together for a while, then he showers and brings tea back to the bed, where we sip contentedly.  He will not discuss his time in the caliphate, other then to say he eventually used the cover of a nearby airstrike to drive in darkness through the stony desert and evade capture.  I then shower and we take a lingering kiss at the door before I depart...

Monday, 9 November 2015

Kids these days...

There's a guy regularly online near me, both at home and at work.  His pic is awesome, a fit and muscular tattooed torso stretched out, displaying muscular arms and a stupidly flat stomach.  He's also 23 and 5'4".  Out of nowhere he growls me, and we start to chat a bit.  He's keen to meet, and assures me he can host, so once roles etc are sorted, we exchange location and pics.  He's 2 streets away, and damn handsome, so I head over.

He meets me in the street, outside a house that's large even by local standards, with an array of luxury cars parked in the drive.  His is (of course), the red Hummer (as opposed to the grey Bentley, the yellow BM, the black Porsche or the silver G-wagen), and he leads me inside and to the elevator.  It's clearly a family home, but he's seemingly unconcerned about encountering family members or maids, and up we go to the top floor.  His apartment is large, but full of juvenilia.  Disney stuff, fancy dress costumes, shoes and furs.  Furs?  Yes, he's a fashion blogger, and "likes to wear them when it's cold..."

We sit on his terrace, sharing a joint and some juice, when I ask him to take me on a tour, which leads of course, directly to the bedroom.  We lie about together for a bit, discussing AHS, Empire and various other shows we're both watching, then he slides down and takes my head in his hands to kiss me.  We send some fully clothed time making out (he's an excellent kisser), but gradually get down to business, and naked.  His pic seems to be an old one - he's carrying quite a spare tyre around his waist, but the tatts are the same, so it's clearly him.  We exchange blowjobs for a bit, then he gets to business.  Suiting up, he flips my legs over my head and begins to work his shaved and normal sized cock into me.  Maybe it's an angle thing (or maybe I'm still sore from last night), but we're struggling, so he goes all porno and raises himself up into a crouch, and pushes my legs so far back my spine is bent and my ass pointing skywards, and begins to drop fuck me, his full weight hammering his cock into me as I grunt beneath him.  He really starts to pound, then stops and begins to slow fuck me, his shoulders pinning my legs against the wall as he trembles and falls still.

He dismounts (I can't think of another, or better, word), then silently goes to the bathroom.  Water runs and he returns, still hard but condom free.  He lies next to me and we start to make out some more, all the time jerking himself off, then he pushes my head down to his dick and works it into my mouth.  Bucking against the mattress he face fucks me, then, as I feel his nuts tighten in my hand, he pulls my head away, but not quickly enough for the first shot not to hit me on the chin.  Subsequent spurts come, but there's not a lot of volume, which surprised me until he broke his ongoing silence to say 'the second load is always smaller'.  The guy has shot once into the condom, then again 15 minutes later?  Oh to be that age once more!!!

More alarmingly, as he climbs off the bed, he addresses me by my real name and asks about a project my company is involved in.  The little shit won't disclose how he knows me, or the project, and his smugness is such I want to slap him.  God I hate small towns!

It's definitely time for me to clean up, and when I exit the bathroom he's wearing briefs and a Maleficient headpiece, engrossed in a video game.  He barely glances at me as he thanks me for passing by, so I see myself out and leave...

I usually avoid younger guys - I don't need to be courted or any of that shit, but I do like to 'make love' as opposed to just fuck, and I enjoy some interaction beyond 'where do you want it'.  When I think about the passion and tenderness I experience with the Engineer and the Syrian, as opposed to the mechanical, porn-learned fucking of this guy, I am reminded why I usually have an age filter on my apps....

Back to back (as it were...)

My Chinese mate pings me, very keen to catch up.  I have some errands in his neighborhood, so off I go.

I enter the apartment, and he begins to chide me for 'so long' since we last met.  I shrug - I've been very clear that my professional and family life is my priority, and any fun that comes along is opportunistic and incidental, and he stands there in silence.  "But I miss you too much" he says, before lunging across the brief gap between us to kiss me.  I actually do have errands to run, so I tell him I'm short on time and we quickly move to the bedroom and get naked.

We're rolling about on the bed, kissing and letting our hands roam over one another, when he works his kisses down my torso and starts to suck my dick.  He's good, keen and energetic, to the point where I have to drag his head off my cock to slow myself down.  I roll him to his back and climb astride him, my hands caressing his massive pecs as I feel his cock nudging in my crack as we kiss and kiss some more.  He rolls me to my back and starts to rim me, then flips me again and works his way up my back with his tongue, his cock nestled in my slot as he kisses the back of my neck, our hands intertwined as he stretches my arms out to the side.  He climbs off me and forages for condoms, then resumes his position atop me, when he lets out a groan and slumps down, his full weight almost crushing me.  He then sits up and points to his soft and shrunken cock "again" he cries, "why does this keep happening".  After my experience earlier in the week with the Saudi, I'm also wondering the same thing - perhaps I'm exuding some deflationary pheromone?

I tell him not to worry, and we make out for a bit (mostly from sympathy on my part), and I decide to cut loose and make tracks, so I do.

I enter the elevator and fire up Grindr, only to receive an immediate ping from a guy less than 100m away.  We chat online for a few minutes and I decide I have nothing to lose and accept his offer.  He's literally next door, so within minutes I am with him.  English, 6', maybe 80kgs and pretty darn handsome in a Hugh Lawrie kind of way.  We start to make out in quick order, gradually removing our clothes and falling on the bed.  The guy is a top, but happy to reciprocate oral, and we engage in a most satisfying 69.  I would have to say his cock is possibly the most perfect one I have ever seen - I never really think about such things (unless they're really bad or weirdly shaped), but this one was so perfectly proportioned I didn't even register the size of it until I tried to get it in my mouth.  Barely 75% in and I start to gag, my hand barely wrapped around it as well,  I'm guessing 9", but maybe more.  Anyway, he's expecting a delivery, and I still haven't run my errands, so we'd established during our chat it was going to be 'fuck and go', so he pushes me onto my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders.  He's rock hard and suited up, but there's no way he can get it in without me grimacing and panting, so he kindly offers to lie on his back and let me cowboy him.  We change around, and the position is better, but I really just feel like there's a baseball bat inside me, and it's all I can do to keep my breathing straight.  He senses this, and begins to gently move beneath me, kind of undulating his hips in an attempt to satisfy us both, and I begin to relax.

We're only at it for a few minutes when he changes his undulations to thrusts, and at the same time starts to jerk me off as I ride him.  It takes less than a minute and my dick explodes over his stomach, but I'm determined not to cheat him so I keep riding, but my gasping gives me away and he lifts me off him.  "There are other ways" he says, exiting to the bathroom to clean up.  When he returns, his dick is still rock hard, and without any ado, he crosses the room and slams it into my mouth.  Happily, I suck and slurp a much as I can, working his balls with my tongue as well, and he gradually lowers himself onto the bed and draws my mouth to his nips as he strokes himself.  I reach down to massage his balls as I bite the nipples and he jerks his cock, and with a stiffening of his spine he shoots a pretty impressive load over himself.  As we're both on a timetable, I clean up, dress and leave.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

If I didn't laugh, I'd cry (part 2)

I was recently in a different part of town, and Scruff showed up a very, very cute young lad nearby.  As I sit in the café, the phone pings and it's him.  He's 24, built like a truck, barely 5'6", with a cheeky grin.  The proverbial muscle pup, and visiting.  Now I'm a bit older, and not certain why he'd be interested, but he's persistent.  He unlocks his pics, and there he is - amazing build, nice normal cut cock, the cutest of bubble butts, and again, did I mention the smile?  So we chat for a bit, and he's keen.  We agree to meet on Wednesday night, but as we get closer to the time, he becomes a little more guarded.  "internet problems", "no visitors in my hotel", "friends want to go out", so I try to be gracious and offer him an exit.  "No, no - don't be like that, I really want to meet you" is the immediate reply, so I figure ok.  We establish the time and place, but he wants me to message enroute, so I do.  There's no answer, but he's been offline for a few hours, so I continue, and find myself sitting in the hotel coffee shop (feeling like a creepy old stalker), when he comes online.  He's less than 100m away, but no message.  I figure by turning up 'unconfirmed' I've officially crossed a line, and I probably wouldn't meet me either, so I finish my coffee and depart.  I go home with blue balls again for fuck's sake...

I know this is supposed to be a lighthearted recount of my infidelities, but as to the cry bit, the Syrian has been denied exit from the caliphate by Daesh 3 x times in the past 2 weeks.  His online presence is patchy, but he does send me a message "I want you to know that I love you", which I read in the car this morning.  Just how much I miss him, and his words, with all their Hollywood style finality, hit me and I start bawling...

If I didn't laugh, I'd cry... (part 1)

Oh fuck - what a week....  Some Saudi guy hits me up a few days back, not terribly tall, a little chunky, but friendly and personable enough.  I'm no Adonis myself, so I'm generally pretty open to varying body types - we all just want to get laid right?

After some to and fro, we agree to meet on Tuesday, so I arrive at his hotel at the appointed time.  He's not about, so I retire to the terrace for a coffee and a cigarette.  Suddenly he appears, in what seems to be his pyjamas, and he pulls up a stool opposite me.  With clear dismay he looks at my cigarettes, which I find annoying - bad enough I already know what a vile habit it is, I am also super clear in my profile that I do indulge, so caveat emptor in my view.  After some pleasantries, he offers to show me his room, and off we go.  He walks in and immediately picks up the phone to call housekeeping for a toothbrush and extra towels, then hands me mouthwash and gum.  We chat, but he won't come near me.  Riiiight.  Delivery arrives, and I am sent to the bathroom to clean up, after which he tells me I'm "ok - kinda".  I'd exited the bathroom with a towel around my waist , and he does smile - "like a sauna" he says, telling me he'd visited a few in Paris last month.  I too am familiar with the Parisian bathhouses, but it seems we move in different circles as I know none of his and he none of mine.  Anyway, he soon gets over his hesitation, and we roll around and make out for a bit, me naked after the shower and him in his boxers.  I can feel his chubby hardon through the fabric, and after some more kissing I finally get them off him.  He won't touch my dick, but he's keen to be sucked, and then he just wants to run his hands over my body, commenting on the softness of my skin (I get a lot of that) as we kiss, then he climbs off the bed and suits up.  I'm flipped to my stomach, and he draws my ass into the air, then begins to tentatively slide his cock around, never quite connecting with my hole, then he says "oh shit" and climbs down.  As I look up, he shrugs and points to his fully loaded condom.  "I was too excited" he says, going to the bathroom and cleaning himself up.  When he returns, I get the 'we're done' vibe and suggest he might like to rest now.  "Yes please".  So I dress and leave.

I exit the elevator, and I am accosted by another Saudi, this one in full dishdash.  He's quite tall, maybe 30, with a great smile and seems to be built like a greek god.  But the outfit can be deceiving.  I know guys who look awesome in their 'kit', but are in fact more like potatoes underneath, and vice versa - as with so much in life, it's all about the tailoring.

He asks for a light, then engages me in chat.  My hometown is his 'favourite place', and would I like to come upstairs for some tea.  I haven't shot, and he's cute, so yeah.  Up we go and, hilariously, he's in the room directly above guy #1.  We sit and talk, then he coyly admits he likes to give massage, and would I like?  Sure.  I'm instructed to remove my shirt, then my shorts, then he holds out a towel so I can remove my briefs in modesty (???), and he directs me to the bed.  Then he peels off his own shirt and yep, the god-thing is definitely going on.  His physique is, frankly, amazing.  Broad hairy chest, fantastic shoulders and arms, a tiny waist and trunk like legs.  He climbs astride me and gives my shoulders a cursory rub before whispering in my ear "you want sex"?  Of course I bloody do, and he reaches down to work my ass, as well as my cock and balls from behind.  Things heat up from here, and we're going hard at it, sucking and rimming each other, my hard cock sliding around in his incredibly hairy crack, getting a damn nice feel, and after I go down to lick and suck his hole some more, he flips onto his back and pushes my head down to his dripping cock.  He wants me to snowball his pre-cum back to him, so I happily oblige, passing that and a fair amount of saliva between us time and again.  My own dick is achingly hard, but we have no condoms, so fucking is out, until he leaps off the bed and begins to dress.  I'm somewhat taken aback by this, but he says as he runs out of the room 'the gloves are in my car', and I'm left to watch local TV until he returns.  I notice at this point there is no luggage in the room, which is kinda odd, but he's left his glasses, ipad & a very expensive watch on the desk, so who knows.  He soon returns, and begs me to rim him some more, and we do this plus some more spit exchange.  He won't rim me again, but he does want to fuck - after straddling my chest and stroking himself for a while, he puts the condom on and flips me over, his muscular body atop mine as he shuffles and wriggles about trying to enter me.  But it ain't happening...

He rolls off me, and points to a deflated cock.  "Not tonight habibi" he shrugs as he lights a cigarette.  "I come back in 2 weeks - I fuck you then and you fuck me."  I offer to fuck him now, but he says his ass is too sore from last night, when his Pathan mate passed by.  For those who are unfamiliar, the Pathan are an Afghani hill tribe, known for their height, their aggression and their monstrous cocks.  I mention this, and he nods "23cm - I can only take half of it".  He snuggles down beside me, and reaches for his ipad - he wants to watch straight porn while we make out, but after 2 strikeouts I'm done and I just want to leave.  So I do...

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Always read the fine print...

It's a quiet afternoon, and I'm horny as hell for some reason.  Constantly checking the apps, prowling around the house waiting for answerbacks, and so on.  I'd spent the prior weekend in Cairo, and totally failed to score - all money boys or big, big bears.  Not for me, and now I'm desperate to bust a nut.  Having said that, one of my 'new' colleagues in Egypt (who has my gaydar going),  did invite me for a bbq "so I can try his meat"...

A guy hits me up "wanna fool around..", closely followed by some pretty tidy pics.  Anglo-indian, 32, 6' and around 80kgs, with a nice fat uncircumcised cock.  He's 10 minutes away, so game on.

I get there, and he opens the door, exactly as his pics, but with an extraordinarily high pitched voice, but who cares.  He leads me to the bedroom, and begins to strip off - I ask him for some water first, and he trots outside to get it.  He comes back in and shucks off his pants, then walks over to me and starts kissing me.  He's working my shirt off, and has his hands down my pants with such speed I ask if he's on a time limit, but he replies in the negative so we slow down a bit.  Falling onto the bed in our briefs, we make out for a while, then wriggle our way into nakedness, when he straddles my chest and starts to feed his cock into my mouth.  It's nice - uncut, juicy and fat, and I'm happy to suck and slurp for a bit, then I push him back and position us for a 69, but he'd rather eat my ass while I suck him some more.  I'm not complaining.  As he sucks my ass, I work a couple of fingers into him, feeling his meat stiffen in my mouth as I do so, and I begin to wonder which way this is going.  Why send me a cock shot if you're not a top?

So I turn him over and flick his legs over his head, diving down to eat him out.  He's tossing his head around like someone in a porno, so I get him on his stomach and begin to lick his hole from that angle, lifting and parting his globes as I kneel on the floor. This reduces him to shivers, so I climb back onto the bed and run my tongue up his back as my cock works its way into his crack, nudging against his hole.  I really wanted to get fucked today, but if this is the way it's playing out, no biggie.  I climb off him to grab some condoms, and he looks up all startled - "no fucking" he says.  "I asked you over to fool around".  Aaah - so like naughty teens we're just going to make out it would appear....

I really, really just want to shoot, so I slap his rump and tell him to clench his thighs, then I spit on his slot and slip my cock into the gap, coating it with saliva, then driving it between his legs.  I feel his balls against my tip as my hips connect with his ass, then I start to kiss the back of his neck as I pump.  It feels good, and him squirming beneath me gets some extra feel happening as well, and I begin to moan, my hips slapping into him as I feel my ass and nuts tighten, then I flood his space with cum.  I rest, wrecked, atop him for a bit, his fingers twirled back in my mouth as my head rests on his, then I roll off.

He too rolls over, his glistening shaft standing tall, and he begins to jerk off, breath ragged as he issues instructions - "bite me", "kiss", and finally "I'm cumming - lick my balls".  Happy to oblige on all counts, and as I run my tongue over his shrinking sack, he lets rip with a spray that covers his chest and stomach as he bucks up and down on the mattress.

As soon as he's done, he leaps off the bed, revealing the extent of my own load.  Awesome.  He returns with a hot towel for me to clean myself up (thoughtful!!), then as he perches on the end of the bed, curled up like a cat and smoking a cigarette, it's clear that, once clean, I should depart.  So I do.

"fool around"  ffs!