Sunday, 8 May 2016

The last night...

The whole time I've been in this apartment, I've been flirting with a very handsome young man working in the convenience store next door.  I learn he's 26, Jordanian and we speak, infrequently, in Arabic, which delights him.  I'm offered free drinks, I'm taken to the back room to smoke, and we talk of different things.  After round two with the Mexican, I head out for dinner and as the uber drops me, I realize it's near closing time for the store, so pass by "to grab some cigarettes".  He's tiny btw - around 5'4", bearded and handsome, with a painfully thin body, but he's nonetheless somehow damned attractive, and seemingly receptive to my advances.

I tell him it's my last night and that I'm going upstairs to smoke a joint and drink some whisky, but he declines, shyly asking if "perhaps I had tea...?"  Of course I do, and 15 minutes later the buzzer goes and he's at my door, laden with chocolate and biscuits.  In he comes, and kicks off his shoes, and, having smoked the joint, my hopes are high.  Never met a young Arab who wasn't keen on being blown.  By anyone.

We sit and talk, then we go to the balcony to smoke.  I stand behind him (yes, too close), and guide his eyes through the frankly amazing view, showing him parts of the city he's unfamiliar with, my hand on his shoulder, his pelvis pressed to his ass, when he turns to face me.  "More tea?" he asks, ducking under my arm and returning indoors.

We sit on the couch again together, his arm stretched across the back towards me, and as my own arm moves across, his is withdrawn, then suddenly returned.  Hmm.  Finally he stands and walks down the hall towards the bedroom, and as I rise to follow, I see him putting his shoes back on.  Thanking me warmly, he tells me he has far to travel and exits.

Cold feet on his part?  Misread on my part?  No idea.  What I do know is that I basically did everything but call him "dear boy" and "accidentally" put my hand on his leg.  Which kinda makes me feel like a tragic, predatory old queen.

Afternoon quickie

I'm chilling at home in the flat, idly scoping the apps before heading to an early dinner.  A few guys, but none terribly interesting, or on that cusp of close, but too far to walk, when the phone bings again.  It's the Mexican guy from last week, asking if I'm keen for a re-meet.  Sure.

He arrives not 10 minutes later (I'd barely had time to clean myself up), and after the previous ice-breaker, we're straight into it.

Naked and thrashing about on the bed, he's keen to kiss and grind against me, positioning my cock between his legs and humping away.  I roll him to his back and as we kiss I ask if he wants to be fucked.  His response is to merely lift his legs in the air and wriggle his hole against my dick.  So I suit up and start to finger him, working first one then two into him, then position my cock and begin to slide in.  He's arching and grimacing, squeezing me out to the extent I'm really struggling to find my mark, when I give up after a few minutes and flop to my back.  "Ride me" I instruct him as he eagerly clambers on to me, working my dick into his hole with remarkable dexterity, but we can't get a rhythm going - as I buck he lifts and so on, so we give up and return to kissing and 69.

He wants to suit up and fuck me, so we swap places and he replays our earlier encounter.  Me on my back, him kissing me as he enters then we fuck all too briefly and he suddenly loads his condom again.

With a laugh and a shrug he moves to withdraw, but I haven't shot yet, so I ask him to stay inside me and to jerk me off.  He smiles at this, and begins to tease my cock, scraping his fingers up the shaft, tickling my balls as he kisses me, then he grabs it and starts pump up and down.  I can still feel him inside me, and it doesn't take too long before I unload on myself and he withdraws.  Leaving the room to clean up, he returns and dresses in silence, saying only 'bye' as he exits...

Attempted domination...

So this guy on Scruff keeps woofing me, then he starts sending through some pics.  He's pretty confident, displaying full face on his profile, and in the pics, a lengthy and uncut cock attached to a fairly solid body.  He's also less than 500m away.  I've a few hours to kill before meeting friends for drinks, so I eventually reply, and then get caught in an endless to and fro.  By now I'm almost out of time, so I decide to push for a meet, when the guy turns all butch on me.  "You wanna come and ride my cock bitch" is his reply, and I'm about to just give up, buuut I'm horny so I say yes.

He's a 10 minute walk away, but I find the joint easily enough.  He opens the door in his robe, and the house is a pigsty - party debris everywhere.  He shrugs and says "big night", in the highest and campest voice I've heard in a long time, somewhat disjointed with the attitude online.  There is literally nowhere for me to put my stuff, so I kick off my shoes and put the specs etc. inside before moving to the bedroom.

He's a hefty guy, half Pacific Islander, half Indian, probably 5'11", maybe 90kgs, and with the mentioned lengthy uncut dick swinging between his legs.  We're onto the bed and kissing, and the dick starts to swell.  Or, more precisely, lengthen.  It's maybe 7-8" long, but thin.  Like a hot dog basically...  I'm attempting to get it down my throat, when he turns me around to kiss some more before pushing me off him and back down onto the cock as he swings my body around and starts to eat my ass.  And does he eat it...  Slapping my rump, he bites, licks, kisses and tongues my hole, telling me I've got the sweetest ass he's ever eaten, and he wants to be at it "all day".  I've got drinks in an hour, so that isn't happening, but I persevere with sucking him, noting with interest that the head beneath his foreskin is the smoothest and basically glossiest I've ever encountered.  I mean some guys have smooth dicks, but this was in a class of it's own.

He's content to keep eating me, and with no glasses on I can't quite read my watch, and I'm now at the point where I'll have to go from this directly to meet my friends, but hey.  We continue for a time, him occasionally uttering some foul oaths regarding my masculinity, the sweetness of my hole and how he can't wait to make me his bitch, but the timbre of his voice is such that I'm trying hard not to smile as he talks.

Finally, he wants me to turn around and ride him, but the dick is so long and thin it keeps bending, so he spins me around and onto all fours as he comes in behind me.

Head on my forearms, ass in the air, I wait for him to enter me, but the fucker grabs my hair and lifts my head, telling me "face the mirror so I can watch your face as I fuck you", and enter me he does.  I feel nothing.  Zero.  It really is a width game...  The guy is pounding me, all the while calling me his bitch, telling me how much I love cock, and forcing my body forward on the bed as his hips slam into my ass, but I. Felt. Nothing.   Finally dropping my head to both conceal my smile and try and get a little feel out of the guy, the angle changes and he starts to hit my button, and NOW we're talking.  I begin to edge, and tell him so, but he's not ready and keeps belting into me, telling me not to cum as he's just changed the sheets.  Fuck that.  I tell him I can't hold off any more, so he throws a Tshirt under me, and I shoot a surprising amount out handsfree.  He backs us up, then tries to force my face into the puddle like a naughty puppy, finally pushing me to the side and jerking off onto my chest.  And all the while with that voice...

It's clear we're done, and I ask for a shower, but he says only to wash as he wants to sleep.  So I clean myself up over the basin, then head off.

10 minutes later I'm standing on a terrace, overlooking the water, glass of champagne in hand.

And wondering if anyone else can smell what I can...

Misrepresentation, Poppers and popped...

I get hit up by a guy on Scruff, who, strangely, had been in my small Sandlands town a few months earlier.  We never hooked up then, but this prior communication seems to make him even keener to meet.  It's late, and I trot out a few excuses, but he's persistent.  I tell him I'm not up for a fuck, but what he really wants is a 69, so I say why not.  His location is some way away, but there is a clear motorway between us, so he's with me in 15 minutes.

He's all that his pics implied - big strapping contractor type, Lebanese, 6'1", well built at maybe 85kgs and with, frankly, the sexiest butt and legs imaginable.  And with a fresh bottle of poppers.  As mentioned, it's late, so we're pretty quickly stripping off.  However....

He's sent me a suite of pics and a jerk off video, none of which contained his face, but all of which had a mightily impressive cock, with a prominent freckle on it (don't laugh - I've got one on mine as well).  Notwithstanding his great build, the cock that appears when his shorts drop is barely standard size and lacking a freckle.  Nor does he want to kiss, despite what we had arranged online.  So we roll about on the bed for a while, but basically, he just wants a 69, and he drags my groin to his face and, holding my legs apart in mid-air, he starts sucking on my dick with a ferocity I've rarely experienced, but I'm up for that, and start on his own member, which swells, but only so slightly.  I'm guessing 5-6" max, and each time I try to lick his balls, my head is guided firmly back to his cock, as he continues to hoover mine.

I'm getting a stiff neck, so I roll off him and he takes the chance to reach for the poppers, huffing a lungful, then another.  I take a hit, but they smell off, so I stop but let him bury his face in my groin once more, reveling in the sensation before diving back into his own. 

But then the weirdest thing happens.  His dick literally shrinks in my mouth, softening up and almost disappearing as I try my best to pleasure him.  WTF?  Suddenly I'm pushed away and he sits up.  "Too much amyl" he says, leaning forward with his head in his hands, before standing up.

"Sorry man - new fucking bottle as well" he shrugs as he pulls his clothes on and walks out the door...

I'm kind of sympathetic - bad poppers have cost me a hard-on before, and the Engineer frequently has to take a break after "too much", but what's with the whole set of fake dick pics???

 

Resumption of activities...

Unexpectedly, I am again asked to travel, this time for 2 x weeks, and to my hometown no less.   In between business and (endless) family engagements, I reinstalled the apps and managed to find a few distractions...

First up was the astonishing number of guys within a 200m radius.  Some awesome, so not so, but one guy was persistent, and, apparently, right next door.

After some to and fro, we meet.  He's nervous as hell, nicely built, if not a little short.  And vers.  He tells me in the elevator that he doesn't do this 'very often', but as soon as the door to the apartment closed behind us he's right into it - kissing, roaming hands tugging at my clothes and suddenly on his knees sucking my dick.

I get the rest of my clothes off, then his, and we're onto the bed.  He just wants to suck me, kiss me and be reciprocated, and all this is good.  He's very dark skinned, with an almost black 6" cock, and some questioning reveals him to be of Mexican descent.  In Australia, that's a novelty I can assure you...

After some 69 action, it seems he's pushed for time, and I'm quickly flipped to my back.  As he kisses me, he starts to nudge his cock against my hole, but I tell him to back off and suit up, which he promptly does.  Resuming position, he grinds and slides against me as we kiss, his cock slowly but surely loosening me before he enters fully.  Once in, he leans back and pushes my knees over my head and begins to buck into me, his hips and pelvis slamming into my butt as he fucks away, then his eyes literally roll back in his head as he unloads and fills the condom inside me.  He leans down to kiss me again, before withdrawing and heading for the bathroom.

He returns eventually, dresses in silence and kisses me once more before letting himself out. Odd...