Monday, 19 September 2016

Treat yo'self!

As mentioned, a young guy has hit me up.  At 22, he's much younger than I would usually consider, and I've told him so, but his pics are awesome and I've drawn blanks all round elsewhere.

I decide that to fool around for a bit with a young pup might be "good for the soul" as they say, so I treat myself and tell him to come over.

He's beside himself with excitement, thanking me for 'breaking my rule', and promising 'great sex - you won't be sorry'.  As an aside, and you'd never know it walking around this city, but it seems the men here are quite short - at least 90% of the guys on the apps are 170cm or less, which I find odd.  He hasn't indicated his height, and I forgot to ask, but he arrives within 30 minutes, and messages me to say so.  I walk out front, to see a Range Rover in my drive, and with a wave he climbs out.  He's got to be 188cm tall, with a wide rangy body that sits somewhere beyond swimmer but not quite muscle guy, dressed in a tight T and baggy sweats, a headful of lush curly hair framing a face that would make a statue melt.  In short, he's a bona fide Adonis, and I'm gobsmacked.

He smiles and walks over, shaking my hand and as we head indoors I tell him the maid is about and we need to be discreet.  She's not, but it's always good to have a stranger think that we're not alone in the house.

Tiptoeing upstairs, we go to the bedroom and close the door - he suddenly goes all shy, and stands there smiling at me, so I ask him how often he goes to the gym "Not too much" he stammers, so I tell him to shuck the T and how me the results.  This, it seems, is the icebreaker - he grins broadly and tells me that we will each remove the same item of clothing simultaneously, so we do.  We're down to our briefs, and I shake my head, approaching him for a kiss - he's good, but 3" taller than me and I'm on my toes to reach his mouth.  I solve this by pushing him onto the bed, and crawling up his body kissing as I go.  He's quite ticklish, so this has him in fits of hysterics, and we simply roll around in each others arms French kissing and more until I work my way back down his body to where his straining cock is making quite a wet spot on his trunks.  I peel them off, and am confronted with a truly perfect cock, which, mindful of his ticklishness, I gently lick before diving in to suck.  He's almost hairless, and I run my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples and licking his pits as I go about my work.  He slowly draws me back up his body to kiss some more, and we alternate body kisses and ball licking.  He won't suck my cock, but he's happy to offer up butterfly kisses to it and my balls, which is pretty good.

After a lot more kissing, I push him to his side and then position him doggy style.  He's nervous about what might be coming, but I gently bend his cock backwards and run my tongue from its tip, along the underside of the shaft, the balls and the perineum before tickling his bud and gently rimming him.  He shudders with delight and slumps forward, further exposing his hole to my attention, which I happily provide.  My right hand is between his legs for balance, and I can feel something on it - a quick check confirms the pre-cum is quite literally dripping out of him, so my tongue reluctantly leaves his ass and makes the return journey, lapping at the remarkably sweet juice when I get back to his tip.  Using the residual spit, I begin to work a finger into him as I suck, which, after initial resistance he eagerly takes, going so far as to push back on it as I tease him with my mouth.

Once I've sucked him dry, I work my tongue back to his hole, now using my hands to flatten his body as my tongue rolls up his spine, finally kissing the back of his neck as my cock works into his slot.  His ass is two perfect globes, and his shoulders and upper arms are perfectly formed granite.  Fucking awesome...

He's fearful I'm going to fuck him, so he rolls out from under me and comes atop for another series of lengthy kisses, which we continue for some time.  Eventually, he has my left leg drawn against my ass as he strokes my right, staring into my eyes and murmuring all sorts of things in Arabic, our cocks rubbing together.  That I understand a good deal of what he says shocks him, and we converse briefly before he flops backwards, thus enabling me to climb on top of him, and slowly grind my pelvis against his while leaning down to kiss.  Grabbing my ass, he flips us over, and from above smiles down at me, and says 'waqi' (Arabic for condom).  Once donned, he climbs back onto the bed and raises me by my back to my knees, his arms wrapped around my chest, then, us both in this kneeling position, he enters me from behind.  Damn it was good.  He's slow but persistent, undulating his hips to accomplish his thrusts, kissing my ears and neck as he does, and I'm moaning.  And moaning loudly.  He's worried we'll be heard, so he withdraws and lies me on my back, straddling my right leg, and casually lifting my left over his opposing shoulder so that I'm semi-twisted beneath him, then he enters again.  The Syrian has fucked me in this position a few times, and I really enjoy it.  So much so that as he thrusts, his back arched, I can feel myself begin to edge.  My ragged breathing gives me away, and he smiles at me as he grabs my cock and starts to jerk me in time with the thrusts.  OMG...   As I tremble, he continues to look me in the eye, smiling the whole time, and withdraws.  Using his free hand he removes the condom and starts to jerk himself, and as my legs clench his thigh I erupt, first spurt not much, second spurt on my chest, the rest just normal.  Then his eyes roll back and he lets loose, the first shot landing with a satisfying splat on the pillow next to my ear, the second on my chin and the subsequent ones leaving a trail down my torso.  Amazing...

Gasping raggedly, he slumps down onto me to kiss, then climbs off and heads to the bathroom.  I can hear him washing, so I stick my head in and offer him a shower, which he takes.

Minutes later, the towel clad Adonis returns to the bedroom, and I can't help but run my hands over his chest as we kiss some more.  He then shyly dresses and motions to the doorway, asking if he should leave "in case the maid returns".  Still shattered, I agree to this and after a quick kiss by the door, he exits.

I have since been bombarded with text messages, telling me all sorts of things and asking when he can return.  It was fun, and I got the great sex he promised, but I can live without a love-struck puppy.  Maybe...








Sunday, 18 September 2016

Quiet, too quiet. But then...

As mentioned, almost every one of my regular & semi-regular fuck-buddies is out of town.  The Indian guy had a hiccup with his ticket and was delayed a few days, so we had a good get together but really just vanilla other than he informed me on arrival that he'd be sleeping over.  I didn't really care, and it was kinda nice to wake up with his smooth muscular form in my arms, quickly followed by a quick flip fuck.  I also had a long-anticipated encounter with a burly young Egyptian guy who was simply desperate for me to fuck him, so I duly obliged, but not until after he'd given me a fantastic blow job and an amazing tongue fuck.  But his puppy-like devotion afterwards has been a little off-putting...

I then had to spend a few days in Sin City, but, more-or-less confirming that Grindr doesn't work there (or at least pics won't download), so didn't really bother.  Relocating piece by piece from our villa to an apartment in light of my family's departure has also kept me occupied.

The apartment is located in the city, and opens up a whole set of fresh thumbnails on my screen.  I am quickly hit on by a young guy who sends through some remarkable pics, and a promise of "a very good time", but I politely defer.  I've always thought "half your age + 5 years" a reasonable rule of thumb for hook-ups, but this guy is more like 1/2 - 3.  Usually they're flakes or drama queens (or both), and I've learnt over time not to bother.  Like this time...  I reach out to the handsome guy mentioned in my last post, but dammit, he too is out of town and I am seemingly out of options.

Anyway, I spend a pleasurable afternoon alternating between porn and Narcos (fantastic btw), and I get a few hits on the apps, but really, they're all just timewasters of one sort or another, so I retire to bed alone and with increasingly blue balls.  But the young guy is persistent...

Thursday, 1 September 2016

Home alone. Literally.

So, with my daughter away at college and the rest of my family now resident in Sin City, I'm looking forward to some ongoing action and renewing hook-ups old and new.  Life, however, has other plans for me it seems.

Despite summer being officially "over", The Falcon, The Engineer, The Syrian, the Indian Guy and Ducati have all traveled, and the Jordanian doesn't want to see me.  There's one impossibly handsome and fit guy that I've been exchanging messages with for a while now, so maybe I'll hit him up, but there's something about him that's not quite right.  Everything checks out (his pics are consistent, his Truecaller is confirmed and under the name he gave me, he's all over the internet), but I'm just not sure for some reason...

Otherwise, it's back to the apps and see who/what is around.  But damn I hate that roundabout...

A new position and a fitting farewell...

The Syrian has had to delay his travels, for all the right reasons.  With the turmoil in his homeland, his family have escaped the caliphate and are now in the (relative) safety of the capital.  We've caught up once or twice over the past weeks, but now it is time for him to leave.  As they have escaped, he cheerfully removes his beard (which has been shredding my face), and passes by for a last visit.

Clean shaven once more, he's a delight to kiss, but that damn mustache is both irritating to my already abraded face yet utterly pleasing to my hole - one can't have it all.

He arrives, and with no time pressure on either of us we're able to talk and relax over drinks and cigarettes before he tells me he wants to go upstairs, so we do.  He comes to me for a lengthy kiss, pulling and dragging at my clothes as he sheds his own, and he stands before me, all tight chested and slim hipped in the tiniest black briefs imaginable, which only serve to accentuate the size of his bulge.  His cock forms a massive outline, I reach down and gently release it, feeling the heat through the fabric before it springs free.  He now has his hands inside my own shorts, gently massaging my balls as my own cock starts to grow, then he drops to his knees and begins to suck me.  It's good, and I stand contentedly, running my hands through his hair for a time before I draw him to his feet and push him onto the bed.

We roll around, kissing, stroking and rimming each other, finally ending in a 69 until I'm gagging on his length, so we return to kissing.

He gradually works me onto my stomach, and begins to kiss my back as he slides his meat between my thighs and up and down my slot, pleasuring me intensely with both the sensation and the anticipation, then he sits upright and reaches for the condoms.

Once done, he returns to humping me, his tip pressing against my hole before withdrawing and sliding some more, then as he snakes his arms around my chest he begins to enter me.  It's nice, but he's big and it's a little uncomfortable, but we find a position and a rhythm and all is good.  He starts to get a little carried away, slamming into me, and I start to yelp a little.  He pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I'm now fully grunting as I feel his length sliding in and out of me, his final thrusts going in just that little too far for comfort.

He's usually a gentle and thoughtful lover, and true to form, he lodges himself fully inside then, holding me tight, he flips us over as one.  I'm now on my back, atop his chest, his cock inside me from below.  Is this a reverse cowboy?  I think so. 

As I lie there, adjusting to the, quite frankly, amazing sensation, he begins to gently buck at me from below, using his upstroke to push me into a sitting position, my legs stretched forward between his.

I can honestly say I've rarely experienced anything like this.  All I can feel is the electricity running through my legs as his own pin them together, enhancing the thrust and withdraw of his cock, and I am so consumed by pleasure that I really don't know what's going on.  I could have been screaming, panting, singing like Madeline Kahn for all I know (ohhhh, sweet mystery of life...).

To top it he finds a free hand to squirt lube on me, then, as he thrusts, he starts to jerk me off.  Fuck.  All I know is that I can barely breathe, and my legs are trembling to the point of spasm.  Then, I release.  Judging by how increasingly slippery his grip on me is becoming, I can only assume my load won't stop, and he's roaring with laughter before sliding himself out of me and dragging me down to kiss my back.  Again, with a free hand he's slipped off the condom (I swear, the guy's like a fucking octopus), and he shoves his cock between my thighs and with a few thrusts from below, he shoots his own load all over my balls.

We're both wrecked by the sensations and novelty of the experience, and we just lie there in silence for a second or two.  Then we start laughing, gasping and heaving as we roll about looking for tissues to clean up.  After showers, a last drink and a cigarette, he kisses me farewell... 

The booty call...

So, the Harus has left and the Jordanian has turned me down, so I send a drunken "g'night" to the Syrian, who immediately responds with the same and "what are you up to".  I tell him I'm drinking and watching porn, and he asks to join.  Bingo.  He's with me in about 20 minutes, fully bearded and looking like a madman, but that's ok.

We kiss as he arrives, and the damn beard hurts, but I'm drunk and don't care.  We're quickly upstairs, tearing at one another's clothes and soon on the bed.  To my surprise, after a lengthy kiss and rim session, he flips me to my back, suits me up, climbs aboard and slides onto me.  This is (I think), the second time he's let me fuck him, but he's clearly not comfortable, and he holds himself still as we kiss, before rising off me and starting to slide and grind against me.  He soon enough lifts my legs into the air and starts to fuck me, slamming at me quite hard before ripping his condom off and squirting all over me.  Unusually, he's not that concerned about my own fun, merely climbing off the bed in search of a cigarette.  I must have drifted of in his absence, when he returns he tries to wake me, and all I see is his impressive silhouette as he gently tells me who he is (I must have been very incoherent), and he lifts me and places my head on the pillow before snuggling down beside me.

I wake the next morning with his arms wrapped around me, his night-time erection lodged in my crack, and we cuddle contentedly.  I slip out of bed and prepare coffee and fruit, which we eat in bed together before he removes the tray to the side table, coming back with a grin and saying "you haven't cum yet habibi" as he drops his head between my legs for a morning blow job.  Bliss.  He blows and jerks me to conclusion, laughing with delight as my shot lands on my chest, then he drags me to the shower and we wash each other.

He kisses me and departs, then I return to the bathroom, only to see that my face is covered with a world class beard rash.  I shrug and go back to bed, dreaming of his embrace...