Wednesday, 30 November 2016

The Driver

This is such bad form I can't believe I did it.  A friend invites me to his beach house for the weekend, but it's a hike, they go pretty hard with the party there and I'm really just too tired, so I decline.  He's persistent, and I finally admit I'm just too tired to make the drive, to which he replies he'll send his guy up to collect me.  Within the hour my concierge advises that a car has arrived, so I grab my bag and head down.  The friend is a pretty wealthy man, so I'm unsurprised to see a late model S class Merc waiting for me, but I am surprised by the driver.  A shockingly handsome, tall and well built Sri Lankan guy is smiling at me as he takes my bag - I smile back, but as I know it'll be a late night I elect to ride in the back seat and sleep for the journey.  We duly arrive, and I'm gently woken and find this smiling man leaning over me.  He takes my hand and helps me out of the car, but I see him no more.  I join the party, and amongst the crowd is a very handsome European guy who keeps smiling at me but we chat infrequently.  We drink too much, usual party stuff, then it's bedtime.  I go up to my room, and my bag has been unpacked etc., and in my stupor I fire up Grindr.  The Euro guy is "10m away", but other than a knowing smile from him at breakfast, nothing further happens.

We spend the next day continuing to drink and eat, and I finally tell my host it's time to leave, so I'll call a car.  He's horrified - "I bought you here, I'll take you back" he says.  Picking up a walkie talkie, he instructs that my bags are to be packed and ready for departure in one hour.  More drinks, then I finally leave, the Sri Lankan smiling as he holds open the back door.  Now he's pretty damn cute, and I've had a few drinks, so I elect to sit in the front this time.  He flirts outrageously with me all the way home, telling me how he enjoyed watching me sleep on the downward journey, that as he'd unpacked my bag he thought I had "very nice clothes and underwear" all accompanied by many smiles and a lot of eyelash batting.  We get back to my place, and I thank him and make to go upstairs, but he holds on to my bag and insists on bringing it up for me.

So we talk some more in the elevator and it's clear that he's keen.  We get to the door and he still won't surrender the bag, insisting to bring it all the way.  As we then stand inside, I tell him how fortunate he is to have such a good boss, but he smiles again and says "I am lucky that I get to drive handsome men like you around sir" as he slides his hand inside his shirt to rub his chest.

I don't care that he's 'staff' and all the usual hands-off rules that apply, I simply step forward and kiss him.  It's the only trigger he needs, and we're suddenly locked in an embrace, kissing and shuffling towards the bedroom.  We get naked, and he's got the most fantastic body, although quite a small cock.  Defined, a little hairy and an excellent kisser, we indulge in that for a while, then an all-too-brief 69, before he has me on my back as he straddles me, sliding his ass up and down my now rigid cock.  I raise an eyebrow at him "You want?", and he smiles and nods.  So I suit up, still lying on my back, and he slowly lowers himself onto me with a shudder and a smile.  He begins to ride me, but I'm not really feeling it, so I push him off and turn him to his stomach, my knees at his hips and I begin to fuck him again.  He's squirming and wriggling a bit, but it seems in pleasure, so I continue until I edge.  Withdrawing, I remove the condom and shoot my load over his back, panting and grunting as I do. 

I grab some tissues and clean him up, and we go back to kissing for a while, then I offer my own ass in return.  He's shocked (?!?!?) and declines, climbing off the bed and dressing before asking for water on his way out.

So yeah.  Fucking the staff.  My bad...

The Persian

It's been a while - usual bs with computer and internet, but hopefully back on track now.  Although the Syrian is away (again!!), as is The Engineer.  I've dropped Adonis and the Falcon, but I'm still trying to reconnect with the Indian guy (we chat often), but damn the diaries have been difficult...

This happened about 3 weeks ago - this guy has been messaging me regularly, sending some pretty hot pics of a huge dick attached to a solid and hairy body.  We've chatted a bit, and he's keen on nipple play and fucking, but not, it appears, very much else.  I'm bored, alone and horny, so I drop him a line.  He's about, and quite close it seems, and we agree to meet at a coffee shop which happens to be ~300m from my flat.  He's on time, he doesn't have that glint of crazy in his eyes, and the coffee shop is closed, so I shrug and tell him I live a few doors away so lets head there.

He's well over 6' tall, very solidly built, and quite handsome in that far mid east/subcontinental way, and he can also hold a conversation, which is quite rare here.  We get inside, and I ask if he wants coffee or water or whatever, but he just points at the TV and asks if I have porn.  As a matter of fact I do, and after a few false starts we settle on one he likes.  As we watch, he's stroking himself through his pants, then leans forward and peels off his shirt.  He's a big guy, covered in hair (almost possibly too much), and as a guy on the screen leans in to bite the chest of his partner, my guy moans 'oooh yeah', and reaches over to drag my face to his chest, saying 'do that to me' as he positions himself so that I can.  Over the next ten minutes I'm encouraged to bite and suck as hard as I can, one of his hands holding the back of my head to his body, the other down his pants as he strokes himself.

As I bite and suck, he's now wriggling his hands down my pants and squeezing my butt quite hard, using his heft to lift me and force my face further into his chest.  Eventually he's shuffled his own pants down, his cock resting against my stomach as I bite him until my head is directed south to suck him.

It's a good sized cock, although not quite what I'd seen in the pics, but I'm not going to complain.  However.  As I begin to lick it, moving my tongue around the tip, and down to tease his balls, I feel it thicken even further and I swear it grew another two inches.  Now, it's seriously impressive, and I'm beginning to fear for my ass.  Eventually we retire to the bed, and he's happy to roll about kissing and reciprocating the biting, and wanting his cock sucked more, until he asks for a condom.

I find them, and he suits up, this monster jutting up between his legs as he stands and takes my shoulders.  I'm flipped to my stomach and pushed down, and he mounts me.  Jesus.  On the first thrust I thought I was going to split in half, but he sensed my discomfort and both backed off and slowed down, moving into a gentle rhythm that's only moderately uncomfortable, then he lets his whole weight rest on me, pinning me to the mattress, and whispers in my ear "now you're gonna get it", which is not really something I (or anyone) would be pleased to hear in those circumstances.  He's probably got 3" and 40 pounds on me, and so I'm pretty nervous, but when he began to jack rabbit fuck me the pain subsumed all that.  I'm literally begging him to stop, and trying very hard to get away from him, but his weight and his grip are holding me tight.

Suddenly he realizes this isn't role play for me, and immediately stops.  Thanks god.  Apologizing, he asks me to find a more comfortable position, so with him standing beside the bed and me lying on my back, I'm drawn back onto his cock and we let the bedframe act as a 'buffer' to ease things a little.

Pretty soon he's grabbing my hands to his chest and demanding I pinch and squeeze his nipples as hard as I can while he fucks me, then, with a final few thrusts he shudders, straightens and then slumps, before withdrawing a loaded and drooping condom and asking for a shower.  The possibility of me shooting had long disappeared with the pain, and my own dick is forlornly lying asleep on my stomach.

After the shower he finishes his juice and leaves, sending me a message afterwards that he'll be back, but next time I should have a friend for him as well...  With that cock and that aggressive fucking, I immediately think of the Moro,but he's in his homeland until mid-December.  So there might be another tale to tell with this guy!

Monday, 7 November 2016

Romance!

So the agreed Tuesday has arrived, and the Syrian is down the line early in the morning - "waiting you tonight habibi" he says, and I reply in the affirmative.

I get to his at the appointed time, and he opens the door to a room much more dimly lit than usual.  I see that he has placed candles on almost every available surface, and a beautifully laid table, set for two, stands to one side.  Local custom is to light most rooms to the max (think a supermarket), but he's broken with this and he shyly takes my hand and asks if I'm hungry.  We're meeting for dinner, so yes, I have my appetite with me, and he claps his hands in delight and disappears into the kitchen.

First trip, he returns with a bottle of wine he has somehow sourced, glasses and an opener.  He pours for us and giggles like a little girl as we clink glasses, then he disappears again, returning with salad. We sit to eat, and the conversation is strangely awkward, but gradually warms up.  After the salad, he clears and returns with not one, but 3 x dishes.  I'm a bit surprised, but he tells me he wasn't sure what I'd feel like, so he prepared 'a variety'.  I'm now feeling obliged to put in a good effort on each dish (all of which were local specialities and delicious btw), as we talk some more and finish the wine.

He clears again, then returns with a selection of deserts, taking my hand and leading me across the room to the couch where tea awaits along with the candied fruits, chocolates and pastries.

We sprawl, chat and consume more, until I am finally fit to burst.  Patting my belly, I tell him so and he smiles.  "I know", he smiles, taking my hand again and leading me to the bedroom.  I don't know about you dear reader, but sex on a full stomach?  Hmmm.

It seems he is aware of this, and we begin with a very different routine.  Merely kissing and stroking one another, he is in no hurry to get horizontal, but wants to kiss and kiss more as we stand together fully clothed.  Oddly, there is some form of digestif effect as my stomach soon begins to calm and shrink.  His hands on my body have already told him this, and he begins to remove my clothes, dropping to suck my stirring cock into hardness, before lowering us onto the bed and we begin a more active form of make out.  But again, it's different.  He's entirely focused on my pleasure, intentionally positioning his body away from me so that I cannot suck him in return or finger his hole.  So intent is he that I start to feel like a bad fuck - I'm not reciprocating at all, other than to moan a bit, and in time I grab his head off my dick and up so that I can at least kiss him.  He's happy with this, but happier still to return to pleasuring me, and I decide this is a conscious move on his part and that I should simply accept and enjoy.

Eventually I get his cock in my mouth, but he's quickly gasping and pulls it away, only to lean back for lube and condoms.  Once prepared, he comes at me from the side, sliding himself up and down my slot before working himself in, and gently beginning to fuck me.  This is good, and we're both enjoying, but he decides to withdraw and simply lie beside me to kiss some more before he turns me a little and enters me from another angle.  I am on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, and we kiss as we fuck, then again, he withdraws and comes back down just to kiss and cuddle.  We repeat this scenario across a few different positions, but finally he is on his back, and I am impaled on him as he jerks me to a conclusion before withdrawing and spraying his load over his torso as well.

He smears the cum into his fur, then draws me down atop him.  Nestled together we sigh contentedly and I actually drift off in his arms, before he wakes me a little after 11:30 to see if I'd like to sleep over.  It's a school night, so I can't, and he shrugs with resignation.  "That's ok habibi", he smiles at me "It is enough for me to know that we made love tonight, not just sex"...

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

the Wrestler

So this guy hits me up a few months back.  A local guy with a winning smile, early 30's, 6'4", probably 100kgs and built like, you guessed it, a wrestler.  We chat for a bit, establishing that we are strangers, all the usual small town precautions, and he wants to meet for a coffee.  That's fine, and he's already close to my office, so we arrange for post-work that day.  As we talk, some of his ambitions and aspirations come out and we get more specific in career talk.  I'm a relatively senior guy in my field, and am quite accustomed to ambitious young people approaching me as a form of mentor - this also acts as a useful cover when I'm out and about with my wife and someone cruises me.  All good.

I don't hear from him for a while, but he woofs me on Growlr last week, then follows up with a call 10 minutes later.  He wants to tell me of his recent O/S trip and when can we meet again?  We arrange for last night, and he duly arrives to my apartment at the appointed time.

He's got some pretty specific questions for me - I'm happy to oblige, answering and debating various potential outcomes, and his earnestness is such that I've come to the view that this is another mentor session, and that his recent silence was to do more with lack of attraction than distance.  Again, all good.

We seem to have exhausted the topic at hand, and so I put down my drink and say "Anything else you'd like to ask me?", to which he replies "Yes.  Are you horny?"

I laugh out loud and tell him 'always', which is the only incentive he needs to stand and peel off his shirt.  Bloody hell.  Massive, massive shoulders, a barrel chest tapering down to a solid waistline, a pair of well-filled athletic shorts and tree trunk legs are before me.  He leans across the coffee table and takes my hand, smiling as he leads me to the bedroom.  He quickly removes the remainder of his clothes, and 8" of thick dark cock is bobbing between his legs as he approaches me and leans in for a lengthy kiss.  As we do so, he's removing my clothes, and now our cocks are rubbing together as we continue to kiss, and he gently lowers us, as one, onto the bed.

We roll around together for a bit, me running my hands over that monster body of his, him just holding my butt as I do so, then he wants to swing around and 69, so we do.  As he sucks me, I can't quite get the angle right, and I'm struggling to get him into my mouth, so I content myself with licking his balls and caressing his thighs.

He wants to change position, so, conscious that I've barely sucked him, I wriggle back on the bed and drop my head over the side, freeing my throat to take his length.  This delights him, and he squats above my face and drop dicks himself into my mouth repeatedly, but complaining on occasion of my teeth (first time anyone has tbh).  He then withdraws and turns himself around 180 degrees, his cock now in my mouth the other way, and his torso leaning down mine so we can continue to pleasure each other.

As we frot and suck, in between mouthfuls he tells me his bf left him in February, and he hasn't been with anyone since.  For various other reasons he hasn't even been jerking off (the mentioned trip was his hajj), so I ask if there's really 8 months worth of load bottled inside, but he says no, he has regular wet dreams. 

Suddenly he straightens up, withdraws his cock and drops his balls into my mouth.  With my hands on his hips from below, I feel his stomach muscles tense and tighten, as do his balls.  He then lets rip with an almighty moan, and I feel the spattering of cum on my chest and stomach as he unleashes his load.  He looms above me still, shuddering and spasming, then disengages and grabs the tissues.

Cleaning me up, he apologizes for the quickness of his release, but I tell him not to worry.  From here, he launches into a detailed explanation of how he identifies as bi 'but never met the right girl', he's never sucked a dick before but felt he owed me after all my help, yada yada yada.  I've marked him as a conflicted straight guy, and slap his rump, telling him to go shower.  From there he makes an embarrassed exit, presumably never to return.

But the very next day he messages, asking if maybe we can catch up again soon...