Saturday, 25 November 2017

Spotted Dick*...

* - can mean two things.  Either a delicious english dessert, or a penis with variable skin tone.  If you're lucky, both come loaded with a delicious custard cream...  For today's post, we'll focus on the latter.  Indian guy hits me up - late 30's, well built, well hung, uncut and (blessedly) tall.  Happy days.

 We arrange to meet outside my hotel (there's a smoking area), and he arrives at the appointed time, cheerily waving at me as he hands his car to the valet.  We sit and chat for a bit, then move up to the room.  Once indoors, he retires to the bathroom to get clean, then exits in his underwear, his balls so big the briefs barely contain them.  From here his demeanor changed quite dramatically, and he goes all dominant, taking my jaw in his hand and kissing aggressively, quickly pushing my head down to his cock.  I love sucking an uncut dick, and he's vocal in his approval, drawing me of the edge of the bed and onto my knees where I continue my work.  As I run my tongue in laps around the inside of his foreskin, he starts to leak quite a lot, thrusting himself further into my mouth.  I finally stand, and push him onto the bed, and the angle change makes it possible for me to deep throat him, but as he thrusts I start to choke a little, and he's got precum fairly pouring out of him, so he stands and reaches for the nightstand.

Pushing my shoulders back on to the bed, he announces he's going to fuck me hard, and draws my legs apart and towards him.  In a feat I've
 rarely seen, he manages to do this, wrangle the condom and lube us both up.  I note with interest that the tightness of the condom seems to push all pigment from his cock, which now appears very pale beneath the sheath.   One arm casually flicks my leg over his shoulder, the other draws me closer, and in one stroke he enters me.  The angle is perfect, as I experience no discomfort whatsoever, then he basically just fucks the shit out of me (not literally)...  All too soon he's done, and with a final thrust and judder I can feel his cock pulsing inside me.

He stands tall, still hard inside me, gasping and catching his breath.  He then withdraws and carefully removes the condom, dismissively emptying the contents over my stomach before heading to the bathroom.  I'm still horny as fuck, and surprisingly hard given the belting I'd just received, so I scoop his load and as I stroke my stretched hole with one hand, I jerk off with the cum.  Takes a minute or two, then I spurt as well.  Unbeknownst to me, he's exited the bathroom and is watching, murmuring in approval as I grunt and shoot.


From here he reverts to Mr Chatty, smiling and talking of his distant family as he dresses, then we depart the room together - him for his car and me for another cigarette...

Return bout...

Mr Versatile has been down the line a few times during the week, and it's been pleasant.  Just chit chat, an update on his hifi purchases and so on.  He's keen to meet again, but his schedule is awkward - he works 6 days a week, and his usual free time coincides with a long standing group brunch for me, so we'll see what can be arranged.  As an incitement however, he sends this;

I manage to re-arrange a few things, and head off.  However, once I get there, his full complement of flatmates are home, and I'm invited to sit and join for coffee and chat.  Is this the equivalent of meeting the parents?  Eventually they drift off, and we're alone, and after a brief kiss I'm led to the bedroom.  He'd recently attended a Halloween party, and had sent pics of himself in a risque outfit (naughty gladiator), which he duly models for me.  I make out with the gladiator for a while, and despite his cock lifting the skirt, it all feels a little forced so I tell him to get naked.  I'm more than a little hungover (again), so the hydraulics aren't at full function, but he's hard and ready to go.

We get properly horizontal, and I try to slide beneath him, but he really only likes to fuck as the big spoon, so I'm soon turned to my side and he enters me from behind.  Some pretty energetic fucking follows, my legs eventually draped at 45 degrees over him, as he snorts poppers and bucks away at me from below, before rolling out and positioning himself above me.  Grinding his balls against mine, he starts to jerk off, once more producing more than a few ropes of cum which in turn are harvested and used to jerk me off.  Our collective aim is slightly off, and instead of wearing it, we've soaked the sheets and the pillows, but he just laughs and snuggles down on me.

The whole time we've been kissing, he seems to be holding back a little, and I can't put my finger on it.  After our cuddle I'm sent to the shower, and when I return he's dressed.  Clearly we're done, which is inconsistent with both his behavior last time, and his comments during the week. I'm a bit confused, but exit with good grace.  As I reach the car, my phone pings and it's him.  He'd stopped smoking that week, and he ruefully tells me that the smell of them on me is fucking with his willpower.  Aha - now I understand the reluctant kissing and fast exit!

Full of apologies, he asks if maybe we could meet again in a few weeks, and if I'd mind brushing my teeth before arriving next.  So not quite the unicorn I'd hoped...


Sunday, 19 November 2017

The soccer player...

So this guy has been chatting with me irregularly over the past 2-3 weeks.  Irregularly as the app we're on doesn't work where I live, only in the city where my job takes me to most frequently.  Again, this guy is 6' plus, late 20's and a soccer player (and as fit as that suggests).  He's also got a pretty decent cock...

Despite the keenness of his replies, he's also pretty guarded.  Things go on for a week or so, then we decide to meet.  He's remarkably handsome, long shaggy hair, great smile, but perhaps not quiiite as fit as the pics sent.  But it's ok, until I go in to kiss him.  He's having none of it.  "I don't do that" his stern reply, so we sit and chat for a while, to the point that I'm wondering what the hell is going on, so I finally ask if he'd like his dick sucked.  He stands in silence, disrobes and climbs onto the bed, cock pointing skywards.  I ask if that means yes, and he nods.  So I go to work, and its good.  Fat and rock hard, he soon starts to leak a little, getting more talkative as I go at his balls.  He leans off the bed and grabs his phone, and before I can protest, he snaps a shot of me going down on him.  I protest, but he shows me the pic and I'm not recognisable, so I let it pass.  He's serious about not kissing though - my lips aren't allowed north of his nipples, so I continue the blow job and he finally wriggles out and asks to fuck me.  I consent, and here's where it got awkward - he slaps some lube on my ass, dons a condom, but he only uses the lube inside the foil to grease himself...  Fuck it hurt, but he wiggles and jiggles, inching his way in, until he's fully lodged.  Then he starts to pump, rolling us over and back on the bed, until we've both got one knee bent on the mattress, and our other foot on the floor.  He's holding my waist from behind, bucking into me, and suddenly my body goes limp, and I gasp as my cock spurts, my load going onto the nightstand, and onto his phone...

He peers over my shoulder and laughs.  "Now you're in my phone and on my phone" he chuckles, simultaneously pushing me back onto the bed, unsheathing and shoving his dick into my mouth.  Barely seconds pass before he holds my head tight to him and floods my mouth with cum, shuddering as I swallow the last of it.  From here he's all business, showering, strutting around naked (and cleaning off his phone), then dressing and leaving.  A few days later I get some very flowery messages from him, saying how good it was and he can't wait to meet again.  This keeps up for a few weeks, and we did meet again, but more on that soon...

A weird evening, but a double header!

First part - This guy has been in regular contact with me, sending flirty messages on Growlr more or less weekly.  My travels have been getting in the way of a meet, but now my wife has traveled and my son is at an all-night party, so we finally arrange to rendevous at a pub.  Mid 30's, 6'2", and a mixed set of private pics.  In some he's a full-on bear, massive body etc, and in others he's sort of rugby fit.  All with the same long hair, trimmed beard and killer smile.  So we meet, and he's more rugby, with shoulder length hair and a deeply sexy voice.  We sit and drink some beers, chatting idly as we smoke, then he asks if I'd like to head back to his place.  He's talked always in terms of being a top, and his desire to 'take me from behind', and I'm keen for that, so we head out into the night.  He lives in a highrise maybe 5 minute walk from the pub, and we're soon in his bedroom, admiring the view as we strip and chat.  Onto the bed, and he's a damned good kisser, so we thrash about together for a while, his good sized cock grinding against me, until he flicks his hair back and sits up.  Reaching to the side, he grabs some condoms, then suits me up, lathering me in lube and coming back in to kiss again.  As we do, he lowers himself onto my cock, shivering and wriggling his ass as he slides down me, eventually bottoming out and sitting upright.  Again with the hair flick, and he massages my chest as he grinds away, finally (per last week), bouncing up and down on me before he arches his back and shoots a handsfree load over my torso.  All this time, his dog has been yelping and scratching at the door, and I'm finally inclined to let the damn thing in, but he says no, it's shower time.  I go and clean up, and when I emerge he's fully dressed, so it's clearly time for me to leave.  After a brief kiss, we open the door and the pup bounds in, but it's ignored as he offers to show me the door.  Since we got in, the flatmate has returned, so I have to do the walk of shame, but we get downstairs avec dog.  Murmured talk of meeting again, then he heads in one direction to walk the dog, and I in another to grab a soda.

Second part - I'm still keen to get fucked (and shoot my load), so whilst in the shop I message another chap who's been constantly messaging me over the same period.  I'd not followed up with him as he lives miles away, but after a few beers I figure why not, so I send a message and get an immediate reply.  Uber duly summoned, and off I go.

Now this guy is awesome.  Again, 6' plus, local guy, monster cock dangling off a gym fit body and a gleaming head.  Also, a deep, deep voice that would make your heart melt, and a laugh that can only be described as "Caribbean" (if that makes any sense).  He's a fucking delight, and we drink waaaay too much together before kissing on the couch, then he tells me I'm a 'disappointment' compared to my online pics.  I'm pretty upset by this - I go out of my way not to misrepresent - and in my protests I peel off my shirt and drop my pants, demanding to understand the deviations.  He roars with that laugh again and tells me he was kidding, but at least now I'm semi-naked.  After the beers, and a few overly generous vodkas, I have to admit things are a little hazy after this.   We went to the bedroom (almost camp in the number of throw pillows), he has a massive cock, it's rock hard and it hurt a lot when he fucked me wheelbarrow style.  I remember him telling me to shut up as he clamped his hand over my mouth, and at some point I bit him to make him stop, but all ended well and we're soon clothed again and back on the couch talking.   Basically he just took advantage of my drunkenness and had his pleasure with me, so I still haven't shot, but it's now 4am and I really need to get home.  The next day I can barely walk, so I message and ask what the hell he did to me.  Wheelbarrow is hell on ones hips btw...  Apparently I loved being fucked until he turned me around and tried to take me from below, which was when I bit his shoulder.  Ooops.


Haven't heard a word from rugby guy since, but the bald chap is messaging a couple of times a week, looking for a rematch.  Fingers crossed...

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Afternoon fun...

The endless travel continues, and apart from a few meets with Zero-chemistry (although that's improving), and Partyboy, there has been little to report.  Partyboy dumped his load on my ass, then sneakily tried to fuck a little of it into me, but I stopped that quickly.  The Syrian has traveled again, so I've really been at a bit of a loose end.  But, a very cute guy hit me up on Scruff a while back - 35, 5'10", solid body and a standard 6" but a nice fat dick.  We've had a few failed attempts at coffee (he works near my home), but we finally identify an opportunity and I head off, telling my wife that a mate and I are having coffee.  In fact we're both incredibly hungover, and he's proposed a recovery lunch.  He lives on the far side of town, so we agree to meet mid-way but at the last minute he suggests we meet at his place, and 'if we get on', fun could be had afterwards.  One of the wonders of Sin City is the incredible freeway system (mercifully quiet on the weekends), so why not.

I arrive downstairs at the same time as the food - he opens the door to me (and immediately after to the food guy), wearing only boxers, the fat cock clearing bobbing about, but he's funny, charming and totally unselfconscious.  Also surprisingly smooth for a regional guy.  After some greetings and a cigarette, we sit down to eat together. We enjoy a good meal, retiring to the balcony for a cigarette afterwards.  As we re-enter the apartment he taps my shoulder, and as I turn he leans in to kiss me, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.  Once inside, we start to kiss quite aggressively, his boxers tenting as he starts to pull my clothes off me, and we fall onto the bed.  We roll about together for a while, mostly kissing, until he swings himself around and positions us for a 69, his cock glistening with pre-cum.  We fool around for a while, then he rolls off the bed and opens the nightstand, producing poppers, lube and condoms.  He takes a hit of the poppers, but they smell off to me (a guaranteed boner killer), so I decline, then we kiss a lot more.  Suddenly, I find myself flat on my back, and being suited up.  With one hand holding the poppers, and the other my cock, he lowers himself on to me, slowly rocking his way down my shaft, murmuring to himself as he does.  He eventually bottoms out, and smiles at me dreamily.  "So.  Fucking.  Good." he says as he starts to grind then bounce on me, his fat cock pointing skyward.  I'm happy to massage his chest and tweak his nipples while he enjoys the ride, but he suddenly gasps and starts to shoot all over me.  The first got me in the face, the subsequent shots hit the pillow beside me and gradually I was covered in his load.  The guy just kept going - haven't seen volume like that in a while.  After regaining his breath, I'm still hard inside him, so he tears off the condom, scoops up some of his cum and jerks me off.  It was somehow spectacular - I was twitching and squirming before I produced a fair sized load of my own, then he slapped my hip and told me to get in the shower.

I figured we were done, but when I exit the bathroom he's still naked, leaning out the window smoking, and he smiles and offers me water, returning to the bed and opening his laptop, motioning for me to join him.  So I do.  We spend an hour or so talking (implausibly), of hifi equipment, then he guides my hand to his now stiff cock.  'My turn' he laughs, and pushes me onto my side, coming in behind me as the big spoon.  He's very thoughtful and gentle, holding me as he kisses my back and neck, then he withdraws slightly to suit up.  With one arm wrapped around my chest from behind, he uses his hips to find the mark, then with some grunting on both our parts, his fat dick enters me.  It's painful, but in a good way, and he's got a mercifully short stroke.  All too soon I feel his chest pull away from me as his back arches, and I experience the incredible sensation of his cock pulsing inside me as he cums yet again.  We lie together for a while, and his cock inevitably shrinks, leaving the loaded condom inside me.  Laughing, he carefully extracts it, then empties the contents of the sleeve into his mouth with a shrug.  "Easier than washing the sheets" he says.  Let's call him "Mr Versatile"...

We share another cigarette, and he want to go for a third shot, but I'm out of time.  Regretfully I take my leave, but I have visited him a few times since.  More on that later...

Monday, 30 October 2017

Regional romp(s)...

I take what I thought to be a quick trip to another city in the region, but as I'm uncertain of my timetable, I don't have a return ticket.  Rookie error.  A combination of circumstances sees all outbound flights full, so I'm forced to spend 3 days there.  I lived in this city long ago, and still have contacts there, so it's not a problem, just an annoyance.  One chap and I were 'sympatico' back in the day, but despite a pretty clear mutual attraction we never got around to anything sexual, so I call him up for a casual catch-up.  Not completely random - we're in regular contact and occasionally facetime.  He tells me he's already at my hotel, sitting in the coffee shop, killing time as he wanted to get out of the house.  As an unmarried guy, even though he's in his late thirties, he still lives at home - weird, but not uncommon.  We embrace upon greeting, and he lingers just a little too long, but we sit and talk for a while.  After a time, he shifts in his seat and leans forward, our legs now touching, and he tells me quietly how good it is to see me again, how good I look and did I know he has always had the hots for me?  Now this guy is pretty much the package - tall, sportsman build, handsome with twinkly eyes, salt and pepper hair, and I'd be a liar if I didn't admit to the occasional past wank over what I suspect lies in his shorts and what he can do with it...

I smile at him, and inform that it's mutual, but I have a dinner engagement in just a few hours.  At this he stands and suggests we better 'get moving', so we head to the room. As soon as the door is shut, we're kissing, then we undress in a frenzy and fall onto the bed.  It's borderline electric, years of pent-up desire coming to the fore, and we roll about kissing and stroking, pausing to gaze at one another, but in a moment of poor planning, neither of us has a condom.  His response to this is to finger my hole as he sucks, and I reciprocate as part of a 69, both of us using spit to work fingers in.  He turns and straightens, sitting upright between my legs, then inserts two fingers into me, his thumb massaging my balls as his other hand strokes my cock.  I soon shoot my load, and he carefully scoops it up before falling beside me, using my cum to jerk himself off as I slide my own fingers inside him, and as he bucks down on my hand his cock explodes all over his stomach...

A quick shower and a cigarette, then it's time to part.  Lengthy kisses at the door, then he's gone.

After my dinner it's still early, so I retire to the hotel bar, discreetly firing up Scruff.  Incredibly, as I get a barrage of messages from a guy barely 200m away, a mate walks in.  I close the app and engage in too many drinks and banter with my friend, but eventually it's time to leave, and I check the app again - the guy is still nearby, asking what's going on.  I offer my apologies and tell him I'm heading to bed, when he reveals he's in the same hotel, but at a different bar.

We meet in the lobby, and he's cute (but very short).  In fact, he reminds me strongly of the Swimmer, but I push through that and we head upstairs.  He's more of a talker, and we spend some time naked together just chatting, then he rolls on top of me and starts to dry hump, his cock sliding between my legs as he grunts and groans, then he flips us so I'm atop and astride him, his cock now moving up and down my slot as we grind together.  His pubes against my balls have me going, and I start to leak a little, then whammo, I shoot handsfree onto him.  This drives him nuts, and he drags his cock beneath me, my belly now grinding it against his cum covered one.  With a roar, then a whimper, he starts to tremble, then spurt.  And spurt again, and again.  It took a lot of tissues to soak up the combined loads, but we managed.  After regaining our breath, he stands and dresses, massaging the last of the mess into his fur, then makes his exit.  I immediately fall asleep, waking late the next day to many messages from him, asking when I'll next return...

Update, and some fun...

Wow - sorry for the ongoing silence.  My new role as a 'consultant' has been more successful than I'd imagined, and I've spent the past 2 months or so criss-crossing the region, with barely more then 3-4 nights in any one country.  But that doesn't mean I haven't had any fun, just no time to write about it!

One guy hit me up on Scruff - stats were good, the chat was witty and he wasn't too far away, so we kept talking.  After a few days, he informed that he was 'working from home', and that the flatmates wouldn't be back until 6pm.  Was I free?  Yes, as a matter of fact I was!  He unlocks his private pics, and god love him, it's just more face pics.  Cute guy from the region, mid-thirties, 6' & 85kg and 'versatile'.  A body approaching rugby player - solid, but fit.  His big deal breaker was the smoking, so I brush my teeth before I head off.  After some confusion (roadworks), I get there, and he comes downstairs to meet me, escorting me to a vast penthouse on the 55th floor of a downtown building.  The views are spectacular, and he explains that it's a glorified share house, and the rent split is much the same as living alone in a lesser address.  Smart move.

We retire to the bedroom, and as he closes the door he turns to take my head in his hands.  Kissing me gently, we stand together for a time, our hands roaming and tongues exploring, before he pulls away.  Shyly, he starts to disrobe, tugging at my own clothes as he does so, but that doesn't take much - my shoes were left behind at the door, I'm commando under my shorts and otherwise only wearing a t-shirt.  He's a little more structured in his appearance - long trousers, shirt + tee, and the bizarre custom of drawers over briefs.  Eventually we're naked together and kissing again, and he lowers us gently on to the bed.  He's rocking a good sized cock (more on that later), but I don't see too much of it as he drops into a crouch and starts to suck me.  He's very good at it, and goes at me for a while, until I'm uncomfortably close to edging.  I pull his lips off my dick and to my own, his now hard cock pushing against me as we roll about on the bed, bodies intertwined.  He'd been such an enthusiastic sucker I began to wonder if I'd misread his profile and he was more bottom, but he asserts himself and directs my head south, where the 'good sized' cock has swollen considerably and can now be considered 'large'.  I suck him for a while, nipping at his butt cheeks, sucking and slurping on his member, tugging at his balls with my mouth, then I break to return to kissing him.  Again the enthusiasm, but as we roll, I feel something between my legs and glance down.  'Large' has grown another two inches, and can now be called 'rampant', or, if you prefer, 'massive'.

I'm not certain how I'm going to accommodate the monster now pushing against my belly, but I ask him if he wants to fuck, and looks at me in surprise.  "No - I only fuck people I know" his reply, and he drops his head to my aching cock and starts to suck again.  I'm now squirming, and tell him to slow down, but his reply is to reach up and shove his fingers in my mouth, silencing me as he takes me to conclusion, swallowing every drop.  As I shudder and gasp, chest heaving, he looks up with a smile, then shuffles up my body until he's straddling me.  As he grinds his balls against my torso, he works his cock until rope after rope sprays across my chest and shoulders, finally dropping on to me for a lengthy kiss.

After some quiet time together, we shower then move back to his living room for coffee and talk.  Soon we are close to the time his flatmates will begin to return, so I reluctantly take my leave.  We've been chatting off and on since, but the diaries haven't gelled again as yet.  We'll see if there's to be a return bout, and if he's decided he 'knows' me...

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Triple header (3/3 - night)

The night before...  So this guy has been up and down the line, and he's pretty funny.  The pics are a guy who's quite muscular, maybe 5'11", late 30's.  We agree to meet for coffee, and after some confusion as to location I finally arrive.  After 45 minutes in the car, I end up 400m from my own front door!  He's nowhere to be seen, so I message - he's outside in his car, and will be in directly, so I sit.  The door opens, and in he walks.  Much better looking than his pics suggested, but difficult to get a read on his height as he is so musclebound.  I'm talking Arnie here.  Arms bigger than my legs.  Legs so developed he almost waddles.  A chest that just keeps going.  A neck you couldn't get your hands around.  All wrapped in a skintight t-shirt and white jeans (although at that size, I suspect everything is tight).  It's bizarre, bordering on comical.  But he's got a handsome face and a lovely smile, so I relent a little and accept his offer of coffee.  We start to chat, and he's quick to tell me he doesn't work, and of his car(s), his travels and the nearby house(s) he owns.  I live - as a renter - in a rather posh neighborhood, so he's clearly trying to impress me.  I'd already scoped him online, and I know the name he's given me is right, and that he comes from a very senior family.  Mindful of this I can't help but wonder what the muscles are compensating for?

Anyway, we spend a pleasant hour or so, with much laughter.  The coffee shop is closing so we must leave, and he insists on driving me to my car.  It's like 100m away, but he's adamant.  I leap into the car (yes, it's nice), and knock over a bottle of something, which he's quick to grab.  "My juice" he says, but it's clearly not.  More likely the 'roids he takes, but who am I to judge.  Within moments we're at my own car, and he pulls over, his hand stroking my leg as we chat.  After a few minutes, he leans across to kiss me, then he goes all shy, proposing we go drinking "or something" soon.  I agree, bid him goodnight and take the very short drive back to mine.

The night - I drop him a line, tell him I'm around and would he like to have that drink?  He tells me he has gym, and won't be ready for some time as he has no clothes.  I tell him to come to mine in his kit and we can just hang out.  He agrees, and arrives at the appointed time.  Collapsing on my couch, he declines alcohol, and instead consumes 3 x bananas, a packet of biscuits and 2 x apples.  All the while, it appears as though he's struggling to stay awake, and when I ask he just smiles and says "always like this after a workout baby".

Anyway.  We sit and chat for a while, then he dozily reaches across and drags me to him, kissing me quite passionately, but again with something like narcolepsy kicking in every few minutes, until he stands and indicates the stairs.  I honestly didn't know if I was going to fuck with him or not until this point.  He's absolutely not my type, and of the various holiday pics with the apparent world-wide network of white-haired boyfriends he's shown, I am maybe 10-15 years younger than anyone else (I have the sense he's a willing plaything/trophy for these older guys).  So I don't even know if I'm his type, but he seems keen and the chemistry is good, so fuck it, why not...

He literally shuffles up the stairs, and pauses on the upper landing.  I indicate which door, and he turns, lifts me into his arms and literally carries me to the bed.  Nice touch.  Then he lies down and closes his eyes, and I really don't know what to do.  He sleepily smiles at me, then sits up and starts to disrobe, literally peeling his clothes off, a good sized cock bobbing in his shorts.  Given the muscles, the juice, and all of that, I'm expecting a raisin sized pair of balls, but am pleasantly surprised to see a 'normal' pair dangling below a slim 7-8" cock.

From here it was kind of fun.  Rolling onto me to kiss, he's obviously crushed me, and my pounding on his back to get him to move made us both laugh.  We ended up on our sides kissing for a while, then a brief 69, before I set to work sucking his cock and licking his balls.  Again, though, each time I look up he appears to have nodded off, which was a little disconcerting.

He taps my jaw at one stage, and beckons me up to kiss, which involved literally climbing onto him.  It was like straddling a barrel, but pleasantly so.  He reaches off the bed and produces a condom from his pocket, fits it to himself and tells me to roll over. Positioning himself between my legs, he's careful not to lower his weight onto me, rather he lifts my hips and lowers me onto his cock, my legs now around his hips, but uncomfortably splayed owing to his size.  We fool around for a bit, trying different positions, but ultimately it's easiest for me to climb back onto 'the barrel' and take him cowboy style.  At this point, his strength and mass are an advantage - he's able to fuck me from below without any apparent effort, his cock driving far into me, my hands spread on his pecs, and suddenly I begin to tremble.  Before I can even register that I've passed the point of no return, my cock is spurting madly as he keeps fucking me, producing a fairly intense orgasm and a load that has sprayed all over his stomach.  Handsfree!!!  Wiping himself down, he barely breaks stride as he pushes me aside and positions us doggy style, his cock slamming back into me as he furiously pumps at my ass.  He soon shudders and stops, then heads in search of the bathroom.

After he bathes, he returns and starts to dress, but gets no further than his drawers before he lies back down on the bed to chat.  We spend a pleasant half hour or so talking, but then he must leave.

We're both traveling in the next day or so - me for the Med, him to Sitges, so it'll be many weeks before we see one another again.  Let's see...

Triple Header (2/3 - evening)

Having spent the afternoon cruising the apps, a guy that I'd been chatting with previously pings me.  As with the guy this morning he's nearby, but can't host.  He apparently has a weakness for sniffing, which is kinda odd, but with him in mind I had spent the day with the ac turned off.  Given it's 102f outside, I'm hoping to develop a suitable funk.  I figured if he didn't work out I could always shower...

 His pics are awesome, and again, tall, handsome and 33y.o.  I'm good with this, so an invite is extended.  However, he starts work in two hours, so I suggest he might like to start his duty with a smile, and within 10 minutes he's at my door.  Mixed race, he combines local looks with piercing blue eyes, and he stands maybe 2" taller than me.  Wow.  As soon as the door is closed, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me and telling me with almost childish enthusiasm how excited he is to be here.  He shucks his dishdash, revealing a massive bulge beneath Union Jack trunks (apparently worn in my honour), and he eagerly starts to remove my own clothes as well.


We're soon on the couch in our underwear, making out, teasing one another, our cocks bulging in our underwear, and I tell him of my ac free day.  He immediately lifts my arm and licks my armpit, moaning in pleasure and repeatedly licking at each, then he pulls away and falls to his knees in front of me.  Dropping his face into my crotch, he inhales deeply, and grabs my package, stretching it tight against the fabric of my briefs and dragging his nose all over my bulge as he rubs himself.  He somehow gets the whole lot in his mouth, tugging at me with his teeth, then letting go and sliding my briefs down.  He begins lapping at my balls and groin, inhaling deeply as he does, then swallows my cock whole.

He sucks me for a while, then lifts me to my feet, my underwear falling to the floor.  Breaking the bj, he also stands, then reclines back onto the couch.  From his now supine position, he takes my hips and brings me toward him, shoving his face back into my crotch and recommencing the suck and licking.  All too soon he taps my hip and points to his own member, lurking massively inside the shorts, so I move down to return the favour.

Fuck it's big.  I mean really big.  Snuffling through the fabric, I'm mentally calculating htf I'm going to take this, but I power on and pull down his shorts.  The thing springs upright, and I blink then start to lick it.  He's now squirming, but has enough presence of mind to pull me closer and he starts to kiss and lick my ass cheeks, then positioning us in a 69, his tongue back at work on my balls and groin as I suck him.  But really, he's just too big to swallow, so I return to licking it and sucking on his balls, moving myself further down so I can rim him as well.  This has him bucking up and down, so I move myself further down again and start to go at him from below, my tongue moving from his bud to the tip of his cock, then back again.  By now he's in another place, head twitching, and as I go for another dive into his hole with my tongue, his back arches and he announces he's cumming.  I lift my head and grab his cock, catching the second spurt in my mouth, then I decide to 'punish' him and go hard on the sucking while he's shooting.  When the Syrian does this to me, the pleasure/pain matrix is almost unbearable, and I'm hoping this guy is experiencing the same.  It seems he is, as I have to swallow twice before he pushes me away, and then he just lies there panting.

Sadly, the local in him comes to the fore, and he has little concern for my own 'conclusion'.  Once he's regained his breath, he redresses, kisses me on the cheek and leaves...


Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Triple header (1/3 - morning)

As previously mentioned, since relocating to Sin City, the apps have been running hot.  Although wtf is "Final Fantasy XV?  I'm on a sex app, and I'm likely to get distracted by a game???.  Do they even know who they're marketing to?

Anyway.  Unexpectedly, my wife has to travel, and I convince her to take the kids.  Easy, and I'm ready for some long delayed fun.  Just 72 hours of freedom, and I'm determined to make the most of it.

First up is a young chap living nearby - he's a Pathan (part of Afghanistan), a people famous for their height, strength, bad temper and massive cocks. 
The Pathan...

...and his cock
He doesn't disappoint from the pics, and at 27y.o. and 182cm I'm keen, but after an endless conversation, it's clear we won't be able to meet, so onto the next.  A strapping guy has been down the line off and on over the past week, so I ping him back and advise my sudden availability.

All is good, and he lives nearby, so I head off.  He'd sent pics of a too-good-to-be-true nature - a blonde Euro guy, dead handsome, 6 foot tall, swimmer/rugby build and an 8" uncut cock.  I'm curious to see what the reality is.  I get there, and knock on the appointed door.  It opens, and whole package is there, naked beneath a gaping bathrobe.  I step inside, and he closes the door behind me as we exchange cursory greetings, but he's more keen to fondle my ass and stroke my body, shucking the robe as he tells me to also undress.  He's very keen to fuck bareback, but I've told him no, and he has no condoms, but he accepts with good grace, pushing me onto the bed and shoving his cock in my mouth.  I love sucking uncut, and I soon have him gasping and shuddering, sucking and running my tongue around his foreskin, before he withdraws and leans down to kiss me.  He takes advantage of the break to get onto the bed beside me, stretching out to be serviced, and I'm happy to oblige.  We get to the stage he's almost in the foetal position, my head trapped between his legs, when he pushes me away and leaps to his feet.  Panting, he shoves me flat onto the bed and starts to jerk off, soon sending 3-4 stripes of cum that ran from my chin to my balls.  What a load!!!

Smiling at me, he shakes his head and reaches down and uses his cum to jerk me off with one hand as he milks the last of his load onto my balls with the other.  He smiles approvingly as I shoot, then we squish together for a bit, kissing and laughing before we shower, but it's clear he has things to do so I make my exit.  As I leave, he asks if I'd be prepared to bareback if we were 'exclusive', but I have to shake my head in reply.

Not a bad way to spend 45 mid-morning minutes, and, tbh, when I think of that body looming over me, and that uncut cock squirting all over me, I still get hard...

Final night, and a revelation...

It is my last night before departure - I have told the Syrian, and specifically reserved it for him.  He arrives at my flat right on time, and we kiss and chat for a while on the couch, moving to the bedroom in our own time.  He's come in the early evening, giving us time to fuck, eat and then fuck again if we so choose.  We choose.

Our sex is as always - the Syrian is a gentle and thoughtful lover, taking time to pleasure me as always, sucking my cock to the edge, then teasing me back down. He's determined to eat out my ass as well, his mouth covering every inch of me from the lips down to my hole and back again, before he snuggles down beside me in the 'big spoon' position.  From here he rolls to his back, and I'm now face up on top of him, and with a wriggle and a thrust he's inside me, bucking at me from below.  He has one arm drawn around my leg, the other around my cock, and as I bounce up and down, he's effectively jerking me off.  It's electric, and I explode all over my chest all too soon.  He quickly withdraws, and kneeling between my legs he shoots over me, our loads conjoined, as he slumps forward to kiss and cuddle.

We bathe together, then dress and go walking.  We eat a casual meal then return to the flat, indulging in another round of sex, both of us enjoying a second orgasm, then lie together panting and smiling.  Exhausted, sweaty and with bits of dried cum all over us, we flop on the couch for a cigarette, then decide to shower before watching TV.  During this time, I am lying in his arms and he goes all serious on me.  "So habibi, when is it that you leave" he asks, and I am surprised.  "Tomorrow" I say, and I feel him stiffen beneath me, then silence as he strokes my arm.  I am far more upset by this than I realise, but then I lift myself and turn to him.  He is staring into the distance, and tears are rolling down his face.  "This is just like my Qusay" he says softly, and I ask him to clarify.  Of all the friends he's mentioned, this is the first I've heard of Qusay.

"He was my everything" the Syrian says, tears now flowing.  "We were together for 20 years, then he left me to return to his family in Syria.  Now you have left me as well".  To say I'm shocked is an understatement.

It turns out they had been together since military college, their wives were friends, and when the families would decamp for summer vacation, the two of them would shack up together for months at a time, and left Syria together to begin a new life in this country.  All with the families knowledge and consent.  Totally Brokeback...  He had been gone 3 months when the Syrian and I first met.  One odd fact is that back then, the Syrian was sleeping on a divan style bed in the living room.  There was an unused bedroom, and when I used to ask about it, the Syrian would change the subject.  He now tells me it was 'their' bedroom, and he couldn't bear to sleep in there without his mate.  He moved house shortly after we met, and that was apparently driven by meeting me and wanting to make a fresh start.  They talk every other day, Qusay knows all about me, and is happy for the Syrian.  My head is spinning.  I don't know what to think (Jealous?  Angry this has been withheld?  Something else?), so I just say "Ok"...

We talk for a while longer, and he reveals feelings for me that are far deeper than I realised.  It is one thing to have sweet nothings murmured in Arabic, another entirely to be told the same in English and with direct eye contact.  My only concern is how to minimise his hurt, and I'm struggling.

We talk softly for a while, and he calms down.  The idea that I will return often comforts him, but I don't have the heart to say it's only for another 3-6 months, deciding to cross that bridge in time.

Eventually it is time for him to leave, and we part with genuine affection and some emotion.  We remain in contact, messaging each other a few times a week, and damn I miss him...

Monday, 11 September 2017

Damn it hurt...

I had a quick rematch with zero chemistry guy, but other than the fact he belted my ass so hard it leaked a little (mortifying), it was frankly unremarkable.  However I'd been simultaneously chatting with an Egyptian guy, who charmed his way into my bed.  Not least of all owing to the pics he sent...


The teaser shots...
He's shy online (language barrier?), and he works odd hours, but eventually we coordinate and he arrives.  Quite handsome, with a killer smile and physique (and the typical heavily gelled hair), after kissing me on arrival and running his hands up and down my body and squeezing my package, he wants to head straight to the bedroom.  So we do.  As he undresses, an amazing physique is revealed, and I ask about his gym routine.  He snorts with derision, telling me that before coming to this country and beginning 'a professional life', it's all as God gave him.  Then he drops his shorts.  Holy shit (the pics are actually collected over a series of conversations I had with him, some before we met, some after).  Like many from his country, he wears the most atrocious, cheap and unflattering underwear, but that's fast becoming part of their charm.

6'...
He's an eager kisser, and active, his hands roaming, our bodies turning and rolling across the bed, this monster cock jabbing at me from all angles, when he flips me to my stomach and lies atop me, somehow then lifting us both until we are on our knees, me leaning back against him, his arms around my chest and his cock poking through beneath my balls.  As he kisses my neck, he asks if we can fuck, and I gulp and agree...

He's gentle at first, but I honestly feel as though a baseball bat is being used.  I am panting with discomfort, so he pauses and waits for my breathing to slow, then continues to enter me, finally coming to rest on my back, his cock now fully inside me.  Stretched out and gripping the edge of the mattress, all I can do is groan, and he laughs.  "Yes", he says, "this zobr*, it is legendary in my hometown...".



He begins a gentle fuck, and I begin to get used to it (not really...), but then he picks up the tempo and I can't bear it.  "Not fun" I call through gritted teeth, and he immediately withdraws and rolls to the side, apologizing. My respite lasted about as long as the apology, then he swung back on top of me and slammed it back in.  Ouch.  After a few minutes of relentless fucking, I simply can't take it, so roll out from below and catch my breath.  The guy is smiling at me, but he's also fired up and determined, so as I lie on my back my legs are lifted and he shuffles forward on his knees.  He positions his cock against my hole, then takes my raised calf and begins to kiss it gently.  I'm distracted by this, but not for too long.  The kiss turns into a hard bite, and the associated pain distracts me from the fact he's thrust himself back inside me.  Cunning bastard...

It's marginally more comfortable at this angle, and he continues to fuck me, back arched, stomach taut and head thrown back.  Soon he slows however, and drops his chin to make eye contact.  Grinding and driving his dick into me, with a grunt and a final few thrusts, he withdraws.  The condom is half off, weighted down by the cum it now holds, but what with the pain and all, my dick has totally deflated, so my load isn't arriving anytime soon...  After a shower, he emerges, languidly toweling himself and looking more 25 than 35 without the hairgel.


We are now very close to my departure from this country, and his texts over the next few days are worrying.  Apparently he "has feelings" for me, and I'm not to "break his heart like the last one did"...  These frequent messages are invariably accompanied by more dick and face pics, and I kinda feel guilty.  I tell him I'm leaving only for vacation, but it transpires he too is leaving for a lengthy bi-annual visit to his wife, so we wouldn't have met again for a few months in any case.

We do find a chance to reconnect once more, but it was basically a re-run of what I've described above.  Painful but awesome...

And again, if anyone has advice on how to position pics in these blogs, I'd be grateful...

* zobr = egyptian slang for cock (actually 'prick')...

Another young pup...

I've been chatting off and on with a young guy (23!!!), for a while, and it all went quiet.  I decided to bite the bullet and reach back out to him, and he responded immediately - "let's grab a coffee".

So we arrange to meet at 3pm, but he's late.  Just enough so I'm wondering if I've been stood up, when this pup bounds up the stairs and shakes my hand.  It's him, and he's quite frankly incredible.  Far better looking, and far better built than his pics or profile suggested, he's funny and articulate as well.  We sit and chat for a while, then he asks if we could maybe go elsewhere.  I ask where, and he grins at me.  "Your place"...
6'2" btw...

So we convoy off.  I actually think he's going to do a runner, so I stop for an errand, but he's waiting in my carpark when I arrive, and we head upstairs.  A brief kiss, some more coffee and chat - he's showing me endless pics of himself at various parties and party destinations, invariably shirtless.  I finally look at him and say I've seen enough of the virtual shirtless, how about the real thing.  He smiles and peels his tank off, revealing an incredible physique.  I can't help but laugh with delight, and he grins once more, telling me of the Greek deity he is nicknamed by his friends.  It's apt, but let's call him Partyboy...

We continue to sit and talk, then he leans across to kiss.  This is all we need, and we're quickly in the bedroom, naked and rolling about.  He can lift me like a doll, and he does, planting me on his face where he starts to rim me, then turning me around so I can suck his cock while he continues to eat me out, gorging on my ass like he hasn't eaten in days, while I suck and slobber all over his 7" cock.  It's heavenly.  He performs some some of cantilever trick, and next thing I know I'm flat on my stomach, and he's driven himself smoothly inside me.  I object, and tell him to suit up, so he withdraws and does so.  From here we engage in a spirited round of acrobatic sex, at one point my shoulders are on the floor, my ass resting on the sidewall of the mattress, and him standing astride me, drop fucking like there's no tomorrow.  We're both covered in sweat, and he finally pauses, asking if I've had enough.  I just laugh and say sure, so he smiles and removes the condom.  "Great" he says, aiming his cock at my chest at shooting a torrent of cum all over me - I've never seen a shooter like him - it was an endless series of little spurts, and it crossed my mind it was like rainfall.  He laughs and informs he'd been holding back for 20 minutes, before leading me to the shower.

After, he's in no hurry to leave and we return to the couch.  He actually downloads a movie, then asks if I'm hungry.  As it's now close to 7pm, I kinda am, so we dress and head out in search of food.  After a pleasant, chatty meal, we return to the flat and he lines up the film.  A gay romcom (shoot me).  I watch, and I actually do smile at the ending, which pleases him greatly.  Apparently I've passed some sort of test, and he's decided we're sympatico, so he wants to go back to bed. Thus follows another round of actual fun fucking, no pressure, no urgency, just two guys having a few laughs as they pleasure each other.  I get two more rounds of rainfall (oh the young...), and drop my own load on the third round.  Finally we're done, and after another shower he dresses and leaves.  It's almost 3am by now, and we've just had a great fun time for 12 hours.

As it's been a while since I updated, I'll make this an omnibus entry.  Since that night, I've relocated so we've not had sex again, but he visited Sin City and we spent a beach day together, and he's asked me to be his guest on a visit to Phuket.  Sadly I am already traveling that particular week, so had to decline.  But in my new part-time role I'll be in his hometown often, so hopefully more tales to tell...

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Catch-up...

It's been busy, but quiet.  My posting finally came to and end, and I've relocated, back to Sin City.

The last few weeks were good fun - a couple of meets with the Persian and the Indian, and a few new faces (?) as well.  More on those in due course.

As I write, I'm on a half-sabbatical, half contract basis - it seems I'll be revisiting my former employer quite regularly, at least for the next few months.  I'm very happy about this, as it will give me more time with the Syrian.  His sadness at my departure was heartbreaking - he tells me that he's "all alone now", but with his looks, body and fucking skills, I doubt that will be the case for very long.

So, a few posts to come, and hopefully some new adventures back here.  On day one, I get a hit on Scruff, and it's the National, welcoming me back and very keen to meet again.  From there, it seems Sin City continues to live up to it's reputation, and I've been messaged, on average 8-10 times a day by different guys.  Promising indeed...

Sunday, 30 July 2017

A reunion, of sorts, then an ending...

Since we last met, the Swimmer has been in constant contact.  He's becoming quite possessive, and more than a little stalky - checking my profiles a number of times a day, sending repeated Whatsapp messages, then follow-ups complaining I haven't read the prior ones when "he knows I've been online".  As my time here comes to a close, I've been largely occupied with social gatherings (a surprising number of people wish to meet before I leave), and have had little time for hook-ups.  However, I do have an early meal one evening and am home at a reasonable hour when he messages me again, and we agree to meet.

He arrives, and initially wishes to sit in my lap and talk, then we begin to kiss, then we move to the bed.  He once again keen to get blown, then he flips me over and starts to slide his cock up and down my slot before suiting up and entering me.  He's pretty quick, and soon dumps his load on my back, thereafter leading me to the shower and washing me, all the while complaining that I am leaving just as we've met, and how different things could have been if I were to stay.

TBH though, things wouldn't be different.  His possessiveness, jealousy, and frankly ordinary bed skills are not enough to compensate for the enjoyable chats we have, and I've tired of it all.

It's now my turn to use monosyllables as responses, and when he messaged after midnight last night I didn't reply until this morning.  This apparently drove him nuts, and this morning I received a recriminatory phone call from him, questioning my movements over the past 72 hours, and wanting to know why I delayed answering him last night.  I tell him he doesn't really have the right to interrogate me like this, and he replies by asking me to delete his number.  I tell him to consider it done, wish him well and end the call.

Sunday, 2 July 2017

Sleepover, with a twist...

So I'm planning to spend the night at the Syrian's, but we're getting on for 8pm and he hasn't opened my messages.  I'm not sure what's going on, but I chill and watch some TV (The Leftovers - very good!).  The day has been trying - record temperatures accompanied by a glaring sky, and I'm happy to be in my air-conditioned aerie.  My phone beeps, and it's him, telling me he'd been sleeping, felt like crap, and would talk to me later.  Ok then.

An hour or so passes, and he messages again.  His fast is over, and after coffee and a shower, he's ready to eat and wants to visit a restaurant near my home.  He'll pick me up in an hour.

We go to the restaurant, in my head just two guys out together, but we're getting knowing looks from the stupidly hot Egyptian waiter, and I'm curious what he suspects - the Syrian is a regular patron, and was greeted with many kisses and declarations of affection by more than one staff member, but I let it slide.  We finish our meal (after being ushered to a 'better' spot for tea and cigarettes), and start a lazy wander around the souk, buying a few things here and there along the way.  Suddenly, the hot Egyptian is heading towards us through the crowd, smiling and waving, and I'm wondering what's going on.  The Syrian has recently expressed an interest in a 3sum, and I'm thinking maybe the guy has been lined up - however that's not the case.  We'd left a zippo on the table, and it was simply being returned.

We head to another spot for coffee, and then back to my place.  The Syrian immediately removes his jeans and flops on the couch, casually enquiring if I have any whisky, and we sit and talk as we drink and smoke in our underwear.  Eventually, he stretches and nods to the other room.  "Bed"? he asks, so we go inside.

He and I indulge in a few hours of kissing, sucking and rimming, the Syrian adopting some rather acrobatic poses, but his dick keeps going soft (highly unusual btw).  He complains of the heat, and I walk out to the living room to adjust the temperature (noting with interest my cock is more upright than I've seen it in a while), and I see that the thermostat is blank.  The damned thing has malfunctioned.  Suddenly the Syrian goes all manly, determined to repair it, and having replaced the batteries it springs back to life.  From a standard temp of 72f, it's skyrocketed to 87f in the flat, and we spend a little time just resting as the temperature normalizes.

Finally, things cool to a point where the Syrian is ready to play, and my own cock has stayed determinedly upright, so I ask him to climb aboard.  He suits me up, then slowly lowers himself onto me, grimacing a little, then bottoming out and smiling.  He leans forward to kiss me, but cries out and clambers off.  He suddenly 'must' have a cigarette, but I ask for another go at his ass, and he flops to his stomach and parts his legs.  I dive straight onto him, thrusting my cock into his already lubed hole, and start a gentle fuck, but he's squirming too much and I keep sliding out.  I flip him to his back, and throw his legs over my shoulders, bucking hard into him.  He gasps, then starts to tap his jaw.  I know that to kiss him there sends him to jelly, so I oblige as I fuck, and he's moaning in both pleasure and pain.  I get to the edge and withdraw, removing the condom and spraying my load over his chest, which has him in raptures.  "So hot" he keeps murmuring as he massages it into his chest, the occasional finger transporting some of my cum to his mouth.

I'm still straddling him, panting a little, when out of the ether we hear the gentle call of the mosque.  Imsek has been announced, and all observers must now re-commence their fast.  He bolts out of bed, desperate to get that last cigarette, after which we snuggle down together for sleep...

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Quiet, gentle passion...

The Civil Servant unexpectedly drops me a line.  He's back in town visiting, and is keen to catch up.  However, family obligations during the fasting month keep him busy for a few days, but we eventually identify a date to meet.  He arrives as expected, and again I'm surprised at how handsome he is (and how short..), but it's great to see him again.

In just one of the many, many inconsistencies observed during this month, he declines alcohol so we drink copious amounts of tea as we talk.  He's been experimenting with yet more drug related 'healing', and tells me at length of the experiences (physical, emotional and mental), he underwent in a candle-lit Brooklyn warehouse, before moving on to the details of his newly founded business.  It's actually a really nice conversation - I find my time with him somehow invigorating, and we in fact talk for hours.  He goes to the bathroom, and on his return he pauses behind the couch I am sitting on and begins to gently massage my shoulders, asking if perhaps we'd like to move 'inside'.

We lazily strip as we continue talking, each climbing onto the bed from opposite sides and meeting with a kiss in the centre.  There's no hurry, no urgency, we simply continue to chat as we kiss, hands roaming, his cupping my balls, mine gently stroking his butt cheeks, and we end up spooning, my cock pressed into his slot, my breath in his ear and my arms wrapped around his chest, when he rolls back and kisses me.

As we do, I am now on my back, and he begins to assume a more dominant and active role, his beard dragging across my face as we kiss, the feel of his cock against mine, and he works his way down my torso, eventually licking my balls and repositioning himself so that we are in a 69.  We continue with this for some time, then he breaks away and comes back to kiss me on the mouth, his hands stretching out to the nightstand for lube and condoms.

Suiting up, he keeps me on my back and draws up my legs, telling me that he wants to look at me as we fuck, then he slowly enters, dropping his head and kissing my chest as he does.  It's a strange sensation - he's inside me, yet outside me as I hold him, the connection somehow deeper than merely physical, and our bodies seem melded.  He's gently undulating his body, never leaving my embrace, and all too soon he pauses and shudders, eventually withdrawing and taking the loaded condom to the trash.  He returns, then notes the time.  He has but an hour to get home and eat before his fast starts, so it is with regret we bid farewell...

 

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Standard meet, but... (2/2)

Over the next day or so, the Swimmer sends me a few messages, calls once or twice, then invites himself over that evening.  I've already arranged to meet with the Indian guy, more for a catch-up and possible sex than anything else, and we're on the couch together talking and drinking for hours.  I delay the Swimmer as I don't want the Indian guy to get the 'bum's rush'.  He's a nice guy and I genuinely enjoy his company, and I'm kind of toying with the idea of a threesome, but it doesn't go anywhere.

As always, the Swimmer is right on (delayed) time, but he enters, and stares at the Indian guy.  I kiss him in greeting, and tell him the Indian guy "is cool with that", but it's somehow awkward and the poor Indian decides to leave.  I feel pretty shitty about this, and as soon as he's left, the Swimmer asks me the last time I had sex, not so subtly implying that I'd already had a session with the Indian.  I tell him otherwise, and he's mollified.  I ask if he got all his calls sorted, as he seemed quite stressed, and he replied "yes, you know why", but I don't, and he won't elaborate.

So we sit and chat for a bit, then he stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom, jokingly telling me not to look as he strips - he's "quite shy", then he roars with laughter.  We get horizontal, and as we kiss, he tells me, in a serious voice, that he was horrified I had had sex with someone else, that he really feels we shouldn't be seeing other people, and the thought that I might have had another mans cum on me was abhorrent to him.  I'm then informed there must be "at least" 48 hours between my last meet and seeing him!  A bit much from a guy who's on Growlr almost constantly, but he's a local and they're just weird.

He has no interest in anal sex tonight, just wanting me to suck him off (again), and I'm getting a little tired of the non-reciprocity, so we conclude and after some further chat, he departs.  Tonight he does call me, telling me he wants to 'wank me off', and he can't wait to see me cum again, and we agree to meet over the upcoming weekend.  I have already agreed to meet the Syrian, so tell him of this, and nominate another night.  He's unhappy, but agrees, however on the day sends me a 'can't come' message, with all subsequent communications bordering on monosyllables...  I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, and presume he's busy, so don't put too much store in this.  Let's see what happens after the weekend...

Standard meet, but... (1/2)

the Swimmer arrives right on time, and as he enters he pauses to take a large inhale.  He loves the fact my apartment smells faintly of cigarettes (a fact I wasn't aware of, and find mortifying), as it reminds him of the shisha bars he frequents.  Apparently, only 'boys' smoke cigarettes, and 'real men' take the pipe.  Ok...  Having said that, one of the things I like most about him is his idiomatic English.  He clearly speaks it fluently (3 years in the Midlands apparently), and he's able to moderate his voice to deliver sarcasm in an entirely appropriate fashion.

Anyway, we blob around on the couch for a bit, catching up and chatting, then he climbs over the couch and sits astride my lap to kiss me.  I like this, and it goes a long way to resolving our height difference, but he soon wants to hit the bed, and we duly go to the bedroom.

As previously, we kiss and talk a lot - he's very much the top, not touching my cock, but happy to kiss after I've blown him, so it's maybe a little one-sided, yet we persevere.  He delights in teasing me and finding new sensitive spots (I'm rather ticklish), again telling me 'only boys' suffer from this, and that 'men' don't, but it's all delivered with a cheeky grin, so I let it slide...

Eventually, I drop my head to his crotch and take his cock in my mouth, easily swallowing it and using a spit lubed finger to massage his hole, and he starts to pant, clenching his ring around my digit and mouth fucking me briefly, before he arches his back and unloads a torrent in my mouth.  I suck him dry, then move my mouth up his body, kissing and nipping as I do, when he grabs my head and drags me up to kiss, working his tongue into my mouth and sucking the saliva out.  So he's happy to snowball, but won't touch me?  Hmmm...

Flopping back beside me, I'm instructed to jerk off as he rather roughly massages my balls, but I'm really not feeling it, so I tell him not to worry.  He's disappointed, and I shrug, telling him I'd already had sex that day and it was ok (I didn't mention I hadn't shot though).

At this, he's seemingly electrified, and climbs out of the bed, heading for the shower.  He emerges, and dresses, then picks up his phone.  Frowning, he tells me he has 5 missed calls and literally runs out the door, with barely a farewell.  His habit is to call me from the car and talk some more as he drives home but when he doesn't call me tonight, I'm surprised/not surprised as I assume he's catching up with the missed calls.  But no...

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

The neighbour, and a minor revelation...

So I open Grindr, and get messaged by a guy "27metres away".  His profile is ok, so we chat for a bit.  Turns out he's in my building, and has been for 8 months.  I ask why I've not seen him before, and he informs he's only just decided to get the app.  Seems he's a middle aged long-distance family man who likes cock (sound familiar?), and is just as bored as the rest of us.  After some ongoing chat over a couple of days, he nominates his apartment number and offers 'tea'.  But the swimmer wants to pass by later, so I'm conflicted, but of course I say yes.  Unsure which way this might go, I clean up, brush my teeth and present at his door.  Good looking guy, my height, very slender opens it, and I enter.  He's really made his place a home, and we comment on the various artifacts and books he has about, then once the tea is finished, he shyly asks if I'd like to "lie together", and we repair to his bedroom and strip off.  He has the softest skin imaginable, but the harshest beard, and I'm squirming a little as we kiss and make out.  We take a break and start talking about how we find 'fun' in this shithole of a country, and he reveals he has a FB, and starts to describe him.  I stare in amazement and ask some questions, all of which are answered in the affirmative.  Turns out this guy is his regular, and the story I was given about smoking was true, but only up to a point.  The cheeky (or greedy, or maybe just horny) prick has ducked off mid-fuck for some side action with me!  It also explains why he's now mostly 20+kms away and only rarely nearby...

Anyway, we return to sex, mostly just 69 and kissing, but he's not getting hard and I decide to start biting his ass to see if that moves things along.  It kind of does, then he rolls to the nightstand and produces condoms and lube, suiting me up.  I'm on my knees, between his legs, when he throws his ankles over my shoulders and lifts his ass, lowering himself onto my upright cock, and smile and a sigh escaping his lips as I enter him.  He also reacts by turning his semi-hard 5" cock into an 8" stiffy, bouncing himself up and down me as he starts to jerk off.  Knowing I have the Swimmer passing by soon, I try to hold myself back, grabbing his shoulders and trying to stay 'in situ', and letting him have the fun.  He soon shoots, getting himself on the chin, the rest disappearing into the fur on his chest, and (not proud here), I fake it.  Quickly withdrawing I head to the bathroom and flush the empty condom, washing then dressing and telling him I have things to do.  I do feel kinda awful, acting like a 'blow and go' guy, but hopefully I'll get to make it up to him some other time.

Back to my flat and I prepare a light meal, jump in the shower and await the Swimmer...

Sweaty fun...

I'm down in Sin City for the weekend, visiting the family.  I need a haircut, and there's a place nearby that offers this, plus Turkish bath, massage and so on.  A quick call confirms it's "for men, by men", and so I tell my wife I'll be out for a few hours and head off.  On entering, it's not terribly promising - all very 'local', with gilded furniture, heavy drapes, overflowing ashtrays and tiny teacups, but I sit in the chair and tell the guy to do "whatever he wants", and he goes to town, producing quite a decent haircut.  I'm happy.  As I sat, I was watching in the mirror as the other guys prowled around, each of them rather fit, varyingly handsome, and all dressed in a minimum of athletic wear.  Intriguing, and I'm curious which I'll be assigned for my massage.  One in particular has caught my notice - Lebanese, very handsome, muscular just shy of body-builder, wearing only tights and a low-cut singlet.  If it weren't for the manbun, he'd be seriously fucking hot.  Haircut done, I go to the main desk and ask for the massage, and I'm directed upstairs, first door right, "and get undressed".  Up I go, into a small suite of rooms, strip off and wrap a towel around my waist.  The door opens and the manbun walks in and smiles at me.  First thing he does is undo the wretched bun, releasing a cascade of Fabio worthy hair, then peels off the singlet, then the tights, presenting to me a fantastic body and a bulging pair of trunks.  Still smiling, he says "this is better", then tugs my towel and drops his trunks, revealing a very tiny tan-line and a long fat cock atop the most dangly balls I've seen in a long time.  I've got my own private Tarzan!!!

With his hands on my hips he guides me into the massage room, indicating where I should spread out, then proceeding with a pretty standard massage, some titillation, but not a lot.  From here we go next door to the steam room, where another bench awaits, and I'm guided to this and laid down.  He continues the massage, but with soap, actively working my butt and slot, and I can feel his cock dragging over me as he clambers off and on, my hands subtly guided to his own package on occasion.  With a slap on the rump, he lets me know to flip over, then positions himself between my legs and begins to massage my chest and shoulders, our cocks in constant contact, both beginning to swell.  He looks down and smiles, then comes in to kiss me, sliding up and down me, his pubic stubble very pleasurable against me.  To hold such a muscular man in my arms is quite a treat, and I freely explore his muscles and tight little butt before he pulls back and taps me again, so I flip to my stomach once more.

He climbs back onto me, and I'm concerned he's going to fuck me - it's probably 8" of cock pressing against me, and I've seen no evidence of condoms, but he doesn't try, merely using his mass to extend the massage process, then he climbs off and taps me once more.

As I roll to my back, I see his massive thigh pass as he swings over me, grabbing my cock and swallowing it, his own slapping me in the face.  It'd be rude not to return the favour, so we enjoy a few minutes of 69, neither of us shooting a load.

When he climbs off me, he's back to business - strutting about in the steam, flicking his hair and leisurely washing himself as he talks, then he reaches for my hand and washes me down, finally slapping my backside and telling me it was time to get dressed.

I think I have a new regular place...

A quickie with a twist...

With a month of devotion looming, many in my part of the world decide on abstinence as part of their observances.  Notable in this are the Persian, the Beard and the Falcon.  When the Falcon messaged me to inform, I really couldn't understand why.  I honestly don't recall when we last met, and I don't care to meet him again, but...

The Syrian will be observing, and he's been a little cagey about meeting, so perhaps he's going down the same path.  Unsure.  I do know he was intensely keen to meet in the days before, and we agreed on dinner and 'let's see'.  He arrives at mine right on time, as always bearing gifts (wild honey this time), and we go for a walk, run some errands, and I see we are near an excellent Japanese restaurant and I ask if that's what he fancies.  He's never tried, and is happy to do so, so we enter and take a table.  I'm a huge fan (and have traveled to Japan many, many times), so the menu is familiar to me and I order adventurously, but not too much so.  The Syrian decides he doesn't want to know what he's eating until he's tried it, and he's surprised and delighted to learn he's quite a fan of eel.

After dinner, we continue our walk, and in the lesser populated parts of town he slips his arm through mine, telling me alternately of his love for me and tales of other guys he's been fooling around with.  I'm simultaneously jealous (with no cause), thrilled of his arm in mine, and nervous that we might be seen.  He takes this as a rebuff, and we walk slowly together in silence, eventually ending back at my flat.  Without a word we continue indoors and upstairs, and he takes me in his arms and kisses me at length.  We make tea, have a cigarette, and his phone starts to beep madly, indicating the internet is running back in the caliphate and he is able to exchange messages with family.  Some are voicemails, and he smiles and says "Mama" as he opens one.  I speak some Arabic, and as I listen, I'm shocked to learn I've been calling him by his family name for the past 3 years, not his given name!

Family matters dealt with, he turns and kisses me, standing and leading me to the bedroom.  We begin our usual routine (which is neither usual, nor routine), but to my surprise when he does reach for the condoms and lube, it is me who gets fitted.  Sitting astride my hips, he lowers himself on to me, kissing, biting and occasionally arching backwards with a grimace on his face before he finally bottoms out on me.  He's sitting there, looking slightly pained but triumphant and leans forward to kiss, but my cock slips out of him and his relief is palpable.  He shakes his head and says "I like everything with you, but not always that", then we return to our more normal activities, him finally flipping me to my stomach, reaching around my chest and entering me.  We fuck for a while, various positions, then he gets at 90 degrees beneath me, one hand out for balance, the other wrapped around my shaft, and as he fucks he gives me a handjob, and I quickly release.  He immediately withdraws, removes the condom and sprays his load over me, apologizing as it hits the sheets and pillows as well.  I don't mind at all, and we quickly wash before returning to bed, where we talk of nothing for a time.  Eventually, he wants a cigarette so we don our briefs and return to the living room, where we lie in each others arms, staring at the TV.  All too soon he must leave, so he dresses and does...

Monday, 29 May 2017

Missed chances, then a triple shot!

So we've set up a threesome, the Persian, the Beard & I.  I'm to host, all parties have confirmed, then the Beard goes silent.  Two hours out, I call it off with the Persian, but he's interested to come over anyway.  However, I decline, choosing instead an early night.  30 minutes out from the putative rendezvous, the Beard messages to tell me he'd fallen asleep, just woken up, and "maybe next time".  No surprise there, but I'm kinda sorry I didn't invite the Persian over...

The next night I am to attend a friends birthday party, and am pretty confident I'm going to get hammered, so clear my slate for the weekend.  I do indeed get drunk, and am lying in bed feeling sorry for myself the next morning when the Swimmer messages me.  He's out on some errands, very near to my home, and would like to visit.  I tell him of my state, and he laughs, offering to pass by and take my mind off things.  I consent.  He's with me inside of 15 minutes, shaking his head at my 'unfortunate ways', which he clarifies to mean drinking and not speaking more Arabic.  I'm not certain which is the greater of the transgressions in his mind, but he leads me to bed, and we climb under the covers together.  As before we alternate between kissing and talking, our bodies naked together, when he taps my hip, stretches across for condoms and lube, then begins to gently fuck me.  We roll around for a while, changing positions, when he flattens me back to my stomach and starts to jackhammer at me, squeezing my shoulders and biting my neck as he shudders and dumps his load inside the condom, inside me.  He lies atop me, panting, then goes to clean up, returning shortly and climbing back into the bed for more kisses and cuddles.  We talk and chat some more, sitting on one another, breaking for water, talking, and his cock starts to stir again.  I'm happy to tease the shit out of it, lapping at his balls, pinching his nipples, running my tongue up and down his shaft and sucking madly.  He grabs the side of my head, and starts to guide my mouth up and down his shaft, then suddenly lifts me clear just in time to see a series of massive spurts erupt out of his dick, landing in a spatter pattern on his stomach and chest.  It's been less than an hour since he filled the condom, and this (to me), is remarkable.  I clean the last of it from him, then he pulls me up to snowball what little was left, the bulk of his load now squished between us.  He makes a few tut-tut noises, then exits to the shower, telling me loudly how he hates the way it sticks to him, then he emerges, dripping wet, and climbs back into the bed.

We continue to talk and kiss, really nothing consequential, family stuff, work, the usual nonsense one would normally cover in a coffee shop, except we're naked and entwined in each other.  He again comments on the paleness of my skin, and starts to kiss my body all over, and as he works his way down my legs I can feel his cock, hard once more, slowly dragging across me as well.

He's got my leg in the air, kissing my calves and feet, then he slowly using these as a lever to turn me over, and kisses his way back up my body, ending with butterfly kisses on my neck, and his rigid cock lodged in my slot.  He's kind of wriggling a little bit, then I turn my head and see his arm outstretched for another condom.  Three times?  Lifting me gently, he enters me once more, but by now the pace has slowed somewhat, and we indulge in a leisurely, if conventional, fuck, me finally on my back, legs around his waist.  He spends some time thrusting in and out, then withdraws and flattens my legs onto the bed, now straddling my hips.

Ripping off the condom, he starts to jerk at his cock, his balls grinding against mine, then, once more, his cock starts to shoot over me.  It's as if he hadn't shot once, let alone for the third time.  I cannot hold back, roaring with laughter and congratulations, but he shrugs.  "Four is my best" he comments, then drops onto the bed next to me.  I glance at the clock, and see that it is now very late in the afternoon, and I've yet to check in with the family.  He stretches a little and suggests that he too should be making a move, so we shower together, dress and exchange lengthy kisses at the door before he departs...

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Intimately intense...

The Swimmer has been dropping me messages for a few days.  Cutesy memes, casual hello's, that sort of thing.  Then he asks my plans for the evening, and I tell him I have none.  After last nights outstanding session with the Persian, I'm kinda tired, but this guy is too cute to ignore, so I agree for him to visit, on the premise my non-existent flatmate has travelled. 

He arrives right on time, late in the afternoon.  That's a good time for me - I can get the sex out of the way before dinner and have the night to myself (I like my space).  Or so I thought...

After kisses, he asks for water, but then wants to go straight to the bedroom.  I think he's also realized our height difference makes horizontal the preferred way to approach things, so we're soon on the bed, rolling and grinding about together in our briefs.  His hands begin to stray inside mine, and with our lips locked together he raises my hips slightly and slides them down, gently massaging my stiffening cock and rubbing my balls as I fondle his butt cheeks.  We really just kiss a lot, then I drop my head down to lick his massive balls, teasing his cock with my tongue but not sucking it, also burrowing my head between his legs to bite his cheeks and lick his hole, both of which have him squirming.  As an aside, he considers himself to be very dark-skinned, but other than observing that his ball sac is almost black, I don't really notice.  He continually drapes one or another of his limbs over mine to compare colour, but as I'm ridiculously pale skinned, I dismiss his concern.  We kiss some more, and some more, and he occasionally flips me to my stomach to dry hump me, his cock sliding up and down my slot and poking at my balls from behind.  He's very gentle, his member resting in my slot as he kisses my neck and shoulders, then, as if this was all he wanted, he rolls me to my back once more and recommences kissing me properly.

Soon enough he asks for lube and condoms, which I duly produce.  Suiting up, he returns to my slot, sliding himself up and down, then using his rigidity to find the mark, he slides in.  His angle is slightly off, and it hurts, but my grunts only serve to excite him, and he belts away at me, finally withdrawing a little too far and slipping out.  On his re-entry, things are much smoother (for me anyway), and as he jackhammers away at me he's now biting my shoulders, our fingers intertwined and arms outstretched, when his rhythm becomes spasmodic and I can feel his cock pumping a load into the condom.  I start to clench a little, milking him, and he's flat on top of me, sighing and moaning as I do so, then he pulls away and sits up.  I've never seen such a load, the condom half slipped off yet full, and he exits for the bathroom.  As per last time, I assume he wants to shower immediately, but he returns and leaps onto me, holding me tight and kissing passionately.  We continue for a while, but then his phone goes, and with an apology he hurries off to answer it.  He's shouting, but not in an angry way, then he returns, apologizing once more and climbing into my outstretched arms.

We lay together for a while, noses touching, and his phone goes yet again, and he leaps away to answer it, again shouting but not angry.  On his return he tells me it's one or another of his four kids and he's obliged to act as referee as their mother is also away from the home.  We resume kissing, and he smiles and sits up, cock erect, and slaps my hip.  I roll to my stomach, and he comes in to dry fuck me again, getting close to penetration but not actually, then in a tangle of limbs he has me on my back, sitting atop my hips and jerking off, but nothing comes of it and he falls forward onto me to kiss me, tease me with his lips and talk some more.  We lie in one another arms, kissing and talking for a while, then he taps my hip again and flips me over.  Grinding at my slot, he's murmuring in my ear, then again he turns me and starts to jerk, but once more, despite taut stomach muscles and a look of intense concentration, nothing comes of it and we repeat the scenario of him falling onto me and kissing.  At one point I have him on his stomach, running my tongue down his spine and gently flicking it at his hole, my own cock sliding into his slot as I lengthen my body, but as I reach my full stretch and go to kiss him, he smiles at me and says 'no way', before turning us together, wrestling style, his cock now between my thighs.  He pumps into that space for a while, then sits upright across my hips and again begins to masturbate, asking me to spit on his cock as the lube has dried out.

I do this, and he develops a look of intense satisfaction, his hips bouncing on mine, then he groans and lets fly with another load.  Given he'd shot recently, I wasn't expecting much.  Then the first shot hit my chin, the second went over my shoulder, and the rest left a trail down my torso.  I express disbelief at this ability - "That", he grins triumphantly, "is how you end up with two sets of twins"...

After this he's clearly spent, and we lie quietly together.  Somehow we'd not noticed, but darkness has crept in around us, and I glance at the clock.  More than four hours has passed since his arrival, and I realize that I need food (blood sugar issues here).  I push him towards the bathroom, but he wants to linger.  He's a very smart guy, and we've spent more time talking and kissing than fucking, but I'm zoning out, and he eventually gets the message and tells me in a hurt voice "your eyes want me to leave".  However, I explain and we part on good terms.

I quickly make some food, and my phone rings.  It's him, just wanting to chat more as he drives, and we do, our parting words being that it's 'up to me' to invite him back, which I no doubt will do.  I might even tell him my 'flatmate' has moved out...

Intensely erotic...

Late(ish) evening, and the phone pings.  The Persian is nearby, and keen to pass by.  I'm just watching TV, so why not.

He arrives shortly, and enters.  We kiss and chat for a bit, then put on some porn (Timtales this time).  An exceptionally fit, tattooed and well hung young guy (even by porn standards), is drilling a beefier guy of a similar age, but as my head is buried in the Persians chest, sucking and biting his tits, I don't get to see too much of the action.  As he watches entranced, he's fondling my butt, and offering the occasional light slap.  The film ends soon enough, and we repair to the bedroom, and as we strip I notice he wearing his home made cock-ring once more, his balls held up tight and his cock jutting proud.  We kiss and bite each other some more, them I start to suck his dick, taking my time and also giving those big tight balls the occasional lick.  I work out that by placing myself at a 180 angle to him, I can swallow the whole cock, so I begin to do so, but this has him moaning and bucking, and me gagging.  I drop my head a little further, and take both his balls into my mouth, gently sucking and rotating them, and he obliges by tilting his head and taking my cock in his mouth.  This is very satisfying - having a mouthful of his sac I begin to draw back slightly, stretching it out with my teeth, more just to see if his taste for pain extends beyond his chest, and it seems it does.  He's very happy, and starts to play with my ass as he sucks me, sliding a spit-slicked finger into my hole, pushing me further down on to him as I alternate between sucking his cock and his balls.  He starts to get a little jabby with his fingers, and that has me grunting as I suck, but he takes this as encouragement and only goes harder.  What I don't know is that he's upped it to two fingers, but what I do know is that I'm enjoying the sensation immensely.  We break occasionally to turn and kiss each other, swapping spit and (less romantically) spitting out hair, but I return time and again to his crotch and give it my best.  He resumes the finger action, and it's kinda uncomfortable, but other than grunts I make no complaint.

He starts to edge (I can taste his pre-cum), and he begins to tongue fuck me, shoving me down on his pole as much as he can, but eventually I rise for air and he turns me around.  He's a big guy, and as he flips us onto the mattress, his full weight comes to rest on top of me and I'm squashed.  He laughs and rolls to the side, reaching for lube and condoms, requesting that I suit him up.  I do, and he pushes me to my stomach, swinging a leg over me and entering fast.  Despite the warm-up with the fingers, it damn well hurts, but as I've already been pretty vocal tonight I decide to endure and continue to voice myself as he drills away.  Finally, he flips me to my back and raises my legs, coming back inside me in one hit and resuming the pounding, then he starts to increase his tempo, finally shuddering to a halt and withdrawing, the loaded condom sagging off his cock.

Notwithstanding the pounding I've just received, my cock is still hard, so with a smile he drizzles the contents of the condom onto my cock, and watches me jerk off with it, his fingers back inside me.  From this position, I can make out that it's more than one in there, and as I pant and jerk, I ask him.  He laughs and tells me three, and I buck down on his fist and shoot my load.

After we bathe, he tells me of a hot young guy he's been talking to, and shows me his profile.  It's the Beard, and he wants to bottom for the Persian, so we might have another adventure to tell...