Thursday, 3 December 2015

Scratch that itch...

I mention to the Syrian my encounter with Fast, my newly acquired baldness and the ongoing itchiness.  He responds with a gazillion 'lovestruck' emojis, and a fervent offer to kiss it better.  Of course I consent, and soon enough I'm on my way to his place.

I arrive, and he's smiling in anticipation.  No tea, no cigarette, I'm just dragged to the bedroom and he immediately starts to remove my shirt, and I lift my arms to assist.  The smile that breaks over his face as he looks at my 'pits is hilarious, and he dives in to kiss and lick them, first one, then the other.  I do manage to drag his face up so I can kiss him too, and his hands are roaming all over my body as we embrace.  He works his way down my bod, tugging at my jeans until they're around my knees, and with a roar of delight he begins to kiss and lick my freshly shaved junk.  Again, I have to drag him up to kiss as I wriggle and kick the last of my clothes off, slipping my hands inside his shorts and pushing them downwards as we shuffle towards the bed.  I push him onto the bed, stomach first, then drag his ass into the air and start to rim him.  He's sighing contentedly, and I drop my head a little to lick his balls then run my tongue up his taint and back to his hole, which has him crying out as he grinds his head into the mattress before he rolls over and onto his knees facing me as he reaches out and embraces me once more.

Falling down, we continue the embrace, naked, and kiss.  A lot.  He's eagerly working his tongue into my mouth, and I'm happy to reciprocate, him gripping my ass and me holding the back of his head as our mouths remain locked and our cocks grind against each other.

He soon rolls me to my back, and kisses his way down my body.  All he wants to do is suck me, snorting and snuffling as his mouth roams over my groin, lifting my ass so he can suck and bite my inner thigh with such ferocity I'm concerned about love bites, then it dawns on me that until my pubes grow back, my wife isn't going to be seeing anything.  So I let him go ahead, and he has me squirming with delight.  I reach around to pull his body upwards in order that I can get his cock into my mouth, but he's resistant.  However I am persistent, and as I drag his fat member to my lips I can taste and feel the pre-cum dripping off him, and manage to work this by gently massaging his balls as I suck.  He jerks his hips back, saying 'too close', then resumes sucking my cock until I am flipped to my stomach.  Straddling me, he douses me in baby lotion and dons a condom, then he stretches out atop me and begins to grind, his cock sliding up and down my crack as he kisses the back of my neck.  The grinding intensifies, and I realize he's trying to enter me, so I hunker down a little and spread my legs - he soon finds his mark, and begins to come inside me, but the angle isn't quite right and it's uncomfortable, so I wriggle a bit, and then feel every one on his 8+ inches enter me, bottoming out as his hips come to rest on my ass.  It hurts, and I'm clutching the edge of the mattress and breathing heavily, so he withdraws a little then re-enters, and I decide it's gonna be a painful one tonight and exhale deeply.  He takes this as a sign of satisfaction, and begins to fuck me slowly, but quickly building his tempo - but I just can't do it, and squeeze him out and push him across to the bedhead.  I sit him up, and he's not sure what's going on, but as I smile at him, I climb into his lap and kiss him as I reach behind and guide his cock back inside me.  He's delighted by this, and with our mouths together I begin to pump up and down atop him, which has him outright groaning with pleasure.  My cock is rock hard, and as I lean back onto his drawn knees he grabs it and holds it tightly.  As I ride up and down him, his grip means I'm pretty much fucking his fist, and I lose it.  Cum sprays out of me and all over his chest as I shudder to a stop, and he suddenly bucks his hips down and thus his cock out of me, and he removes the condom and uses my load to jerk himself off, my balls resting on his and my hands on his shoulders.  He cums so quickly the pair of us are panting in unison, him from his orgasm, me attempting to recover composure from my own, then he throws his head back and lets rip with a wolf-like howl before rolling me to the side and climbing onto me to kiss some more.

Shower, tea, cigarettes and some chat about his future plans as we sprawl together on the couch, then I must depart...

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

The razor gang, or Geoducked...

Fast drops me a line, and asks if I'm free to pass by.  As it happens, I am nursing a hangover of epic proportions, and a massage and shower session with him would be a perfect remedy, so over I head.

Once I arrive, he's all business.  He's been 'practicing' his massage on me for a while now, and he announces he's going into business as the same.  In this part of the world, a bit more is expected (get your mind out of the gutter), and he now wants to practice something else.  Hair removal.  A fact that's perhaps not widely known is that many Arabic men routinely shave their groin (and their armpits), in respect to a dictat of 'cleanness' from the navel to the knees, however most just go within the line of their trunks.  He's been doing himself for a while, and would I consent to his first attempt on 'someone else'?

Now I'm as guilty as the next guy of some manscaping (but with something from Braun, not Gillette), however after a moments hesitation I consent.  He gives me the standard massage, then leads me to his vast shower, now somewhat cluttered with additional shelving and a stool.  I am scrubbed, washed and rubbed, then he lifts my arm over my head and soaps my armpit.  Producing a standard disposable razor, he begins to scrape away at the hair, taking far longer than I thought, but eventually moving to the other arm and completing that as well.

He then soaps up my cock and balls, and dropping to his knees he lifts my cock and begins to shave my balls, working the razor in and around my sack and behind, but not into my crack as such.  He's got the hot water on drip, so there's plenty of steam, and he works the razor onto my inner thigh and up towards my groin.  All good so far, and I'm now basically bald below the dick line.  Working me with a little more soap, he gently pushes me on to the stool and raises my cock again, beginning to shave underneath it, and working the razor up and over my broader pubic area, pausing every now and then to re-soap me.

Finishing that, he then takes my cock in a down thrust and starts to skim across the top of it, then stretches it out and in a terrifying move, starts gliding the razor up and down my shaft.  Fight or flight fails to kick in - instead, my cock starts to swell in his hand, and he nods approvingly as it thickens - "much easier" he murmurs as the hair disappears.  He finishes the job, with a few flourishes over my belly, then turns the hand hose onto me.  After the rinse, he squares me up on the stool, my dick now pointing skyward, and soaps me some more, slowly working the lather until I think I'm going to cum.  Then he straightens up and kisses me, simultaneously swinging a leg over and lowering his ass onto my pole.  I'm inside him before I know it, and it feels quite awesome, but I don't like BB, so I push him off me.  He's all downcast, but returns for another kiss and jerks me off as our tongues intertwine.

Afterwards, I really don't know what I look like.  An albino geoduck clam?  My heritage is exclusively northern, and as such I have extremely white skin - my freshly shaved parts look like something that belong in a novelty store (or on a deli counter).  Interesting that Fast himself has always been shaved, but with his darker skintone it doesn't look quite so ridiculous, nor does it on the Arab guys I've encountered over the years.


not to scale...
And the next day it itched like hell!!!