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...

Sunday, 14 May 2017

On a roll, but not another double header...

I don't know what's going on, but the apps have been going crazy.  A major religious event begins in a few weeks, so maybe everyone is trying to get their rocks off before a month of abstinence begins...

I've been chatting off and on with yet another young pup.  26, 5'11", 170lbs, he's got the typical dreamy eyes, floppy hair and trimmed beard of that age, and he's keen to meet me.  Literally dozens of messages over the course of a few days, offering me "the best blowjob I'll ever get", followed by "a fuck you won't be able to forget", so someone's got a pretty high opinion of themselves...

Again, in the twilight of my time here, the workload is pretty light and he serendipitously messages again just as I'm leaving the office.  Why not.

He arrives at the appointed time, and he's all that is pics suggest - he also tells me he has car trouble, and that he got a ride here with his friend, who is circling the block waiting for him.  What?

He clarifies the friend is happy to wait 'as long as necessary', so we sit and talk briefly.  But, I dunno.  The guy is cute, built and articulate, but I'm feeling nothing. Zero chemistry, zero attraction, and basically, zero interest.  Seems a shame to let a pup like this get away though, so I suggest the bedroom and in we go.  He's an ok kisser, a little hesitant with his hands, and I finally just shove him backwards onto the bed and climb aboard.  We kiss for a bit, he gives me a blowjob (nowhere near what he promised), and I return the favour.  In essence however, I'm bored.  Finally I flip to my stomach and offer him my ass, and he suits up and begins to position himself.  However, it seems his interest is about as strong as mine, and he goes semi-soft, falling to his back and asking me to fluff him, so we remove the condom and I do, then he resuits and stands by the bed, drawing my ass to the edge.  He gets it in, and bangs away at me for a few minutes, then shudders and stops.  Cursing himself, he apologizes for how soon it all happened, the loaded condom sagging off his cock, then goes to clean up.

Returning, he sets to work sucking my dick, then brings me to a quick release, swallowing what load I had.  He climbs off the bed and dresses, kisses me on the cheek and leaves.

About an hour later my phone starts to beep, and it's him, thanking me and hoping to return soon, and then the Persian, casually enquiring on my plans for that evening.

As tempting as it was to score 3 x double headers running, I'm genuinely tired, and tell the Persian so, declining the chance to meet.  Maybe next week...

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Double header - again! (part two)...

The Soldier tells me he's on his way, which is relatively short notice (for both him and me).  He'd told me last time he wanted to fuck 'next time', so I head off to prepare.  Since the Rail-thin guy left, and despite a pretty comprehensive clean-up, I've had the whiff of santorum constantly, so I shower as well for good measure.

He arrives in due course, all smiles, and takes up a seat on the couch, asking for water and informing that he'd stopped smoking.  We sit and chat for a while, my recent travels, his and so on, and I can't help but notice he's significantly chunked up since we last met.  There's now a substantial belly (bigger than his chest), and his legs and butt now come close to filling his track pants (what he always wears when not in uniform apparently).  A substantial change from the guy I met just a few months back.  Perhaps it's a side-effect of not smoking.  After some further chit chat, he cocks an eyebrow at me.  "Yalla?" he asks, and I nod.

He walks to bedroom, then turns and awkwardly embraces me, planting a quick peck on my cheek and withdrawing quickly before I can reciprocate.  He pushes me to my knees, fully clothed, and drops his pants - the monster flops out, and I give it a gentle kiss, but he takes my jaw in his hand and forces the cock into my mouth, where it almost immediately swells and starts to block my airway.  Pulling my head away, I drag his pants off him and unbutton my shirt, then return to the task at hand.  He reaches down and begins to squeeze and pinch my nipples, bucking his hips into my face, withdrawing occasionally to slap my face with his cock.

From here it got a little weird.  Reaching down over my back, he starts to slap my rump, then pushes me down on to all fours.  He then sits on the edge of the bed and lifts a foot up, forcing the toes into my mouth, then using that foot to push me almost prone onto his other, lifting those toes slightly and into my mouth as well.  I'm feeling a little like a bitch at this stage, so I begin to push back, declining his grunted instructions and receiving another cock slap in reply, then a firm and rather painful slap on the rump as well.  Given his newly acquired bulk, I'm also finding it hard to get myself between his legs and my mouth around his balls, so I sit back and we stare at one another.

He realizes I'm not going to be his dog, so he stands and walks across the room, dragging a chair out from against the wall.  Leaning back on it, his cock resting on his belly, he beckons me over and guides my face back to his member, bucking it into my mouth in one thrust.  I choke a little, then swallow, and as he runs his hands through my hair he announces he's cumming, and holds me in place as he fills my mouth.  I suck him dry, then sit back on my haunches as he smiles at me.  "Good" he says, "Now I clean up", and heads to the bathroom.  So much for the fuck...

I dress as he washes, then he comes to the living room and resumes his place on the couch, returning to our earlier conversation as if nothing had happened.  Weird.  After maybe an hour of chat, in which his love of museums and a surprising number of mutual acquaintances emerges, I realize I'm hungry, and there are like 12 messages from my family, so I kick him out and get on with my evening...

Double header - again! (part one)...

So I've been chatting off and on for the past few weeks with a cute young guy - 25, 6', 150lbs and hung.  He's got a rail-thin body, a 6 pack, a perfectly formed butt & maybe 7" cut, all topped with a cute and handsome face.  He's also pretty smart and funny as well.  We've known from the get-out that to meet was a challenge, so the conversation has ranged over numerous topics (including the carnal).  He's new in town, and already hooked up (and living with), with an older guy he met online last year so I'm curious at his persistence, suspecting he might in fact be interviewing for a new Daddy.  Out of nowhere, he messages me yesterday, informing he was free, horny and nearby.  As it happened I was just packing up for the day, so we agreed to meet near my flat.   He's even better in the flesh (and said the same of me), and it's not too long before we find ourselves riding the elevator upstairs.  Once in, we're strangely formal - tea, snacks and more chat, then he begins to drift his hands over mine as he talks, then he leans in for a kiss.  We make out on the couch for quite a while, then he tells me he has an engagement shortly, and we should get into the bedroom if we're going any further.  That's all I need to hear, and we're inside quickly, my shirt already unbuttoned from our time on the couch, and his t-shirt somewhere on the living room floor.  We strip and fall onto the bed, kissing some more and rolling about, then he drops his head down and starts to suck me, his technique skilled as he teases me mercilessly, then I flip him about and go down on him, now in a 69.  His cock is kinda normal, which is odd given the pics he'd previously sent, but his balls are massive and I take my time with them, struggling to get both in my mouth at once, but I persevere and manage eventually.  As I suck them, I'm fingering his hole and he reciprocates, until I'm starting to edge a little.  I pull away from him, and notice that, like the Persian, his cock has grown somewhat, and the tip in now resting in his navel, so I dive back and suck it as much as I can, eventually managing to get the whole thing down, but I shortly start to gag a little, so break off and go up to kiss him.  He flips me to my back, and straddles me, our spit-slicked cocks sliding together as we kiss some more, then he reaches over and grabs the condoms.  To my surprise, he fits it onto me, then flops to his stomach and parts his legs.  I don't need a lot of encouragement, and I wrap my arms around him and buck in.  He's squirms and grunts, then he opens up and I slide right in, hilting at the first thrust.

He cries out a little, then bucks back into me, and I begin to thrust with him, enjoying the rare sensation (for me anyway), of fucking someone.  We try a couple of different positions, but the easiest is him prone on his front, so we revert to that. 

Now, whether he wasn't expecting to bottom, or I stirred something up, but after a while 'that smell' became apparent.  It's a turn-off for me, so I flipped him onto his back and asked where he wanted me to shoot, obliging him by dumping a modest but intense load on his 6-pack.

His cock has died during the fuck, so he doesn't want to fuck me, instead taking a shower and asking when he can return 'and get his revenge'.  I smile and tell him soon, then, after many lingering kisses, he's gone.

5 minutes later, the Soldier messages me...

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Double header (part two)...

So I clean myself up, have a cigarette and get into the car.  Fast is only a mile or so away, so I'm there in quick time, and his face lights up when he opens the door.  In I go, and after a bare minutes worth of conversation, he's leading me to the bedroom and stripping me of my clothes.  He pushes me face first onto the bed, then runs his hands up my legs, butt and back.  "Fuck I've missed this" he says as leans down to kiss my butt cheek.  I hear his clothes hit the floor, then he clambers onto me, his lips roaming and teeth nipping at me, all the while murmuring how gorgeous I am (really?).  I can only assume he hasn't had sex in a while, such is the intensity of what he's doing.  He's all over me, kissing, licking, biting, his cock sliding in and out of my crack.  I'm wondering, given I'd shot a load not an hour or so beforehand, if I'll even be able to perform, but that question is soon answered as I feel my cock stiffen.  He's madly grinding on top of me, his impressive physique crushing me to the mattress, when he stops and I hear the unwrapping of a condom.  Boom.  He enters me in one hit, and I'm squirming beneath him as he hammers away at me, but he used his weight to pin me down, our arms stretched above my head and our fingers intertwined, when he suddenly shudders and falls still, panting in my ear.  I roll out from beneath him and give him 'the look', but he grins and pushes me onto my back, dropping his head to suck my cock and balls, then working his mouth up my body until our lips are locked.  As we kiss, his hands reach below and flip my still hard cock up between his butt cheeks, and he forces his legs between mine and begins to undulate as we continue kissing.  This is fucking awesome, and my hands are now clawing at his back as our tongues stab and withdraw, then I release.  Incredible.  My turn to pant in his ear now, until he helps me to my feet and leads me to the shower.  With him in the lead, I can see my load trickling down his spine and into his slot btw.  Hot.  He washes me gently, then slaps me on the rump and pushes me out while he attends to himself, and I dress in quiet, smiling silence.  He reappears, just a towel around his waist, and kisses me once more.  It's clear we're done, so I slap his rump and make my way out the door, receiving the "meet again next week?" text as I take my slightly sore ass to my car...

Double header (part one)...

I've been chatting with a guy on Growlr for a week or more - and we're both keen but the diaries aren't lining up.  He hits me up again, and yes, it seems we can.  Early 30's, solid and very hairy body & a cute face with a tiny overbite that gives him a killer smile.  But he's short.  Like 5'5"...

He duly arrives at my door, and he's even cuter in the flesh than his pics suggest, with a very broad swimmers chest and shoulders, but also a bit shorter.  Like 5'4" maybe, but that smile is a winner.  He comes in, and declines water, tea, cigarettes, just wanting to sit on the couch 'and chat'. So we do.  Like me he's married, couple of kids and on the DL.  He spends most of his off-work time swimming in the pool of a gym that's notorious (I thought) as a gay haunt, but he assures me that despite much flaunting in the changeroom and lurking in the steam room, he's never scored so much as a second glance.  I say he's short, but an awful lot of men here are, so it's not like he's any sort of anomaly.

As we chat, his hands drift over my legs, and mine over his chest and shoulders, then he leans in for a kiss.  We sit together on the couch, pashing like teenagers, then he stands and asks if we 'go inside'.  We do, and he wants to kiss some more, our hands roaming and gradually removing our clothes, and we fall onto the bed.  This is a good thing - our height difference was giving me a stiff neck!

T-shirt off, his chest is even more massive than it appears, rock solid pecs stretching all the way up to his shoulders, but not in that weight lifter way.  I comment, and he smiles shyly - "it looks big because I am short" his reply, but I shake my head and smile back.  He strokes my body, commenting on my paleness and how much he likes it, then leans in to kiss some more - horizontal, this is much easier, and he uses his body to lever against me, grinding up and down as our lips remain locked, occasionally rolling us over so that I'm on top, then I decide to break away and begin to kiss his body down towards his cock, swallowing it in one go, then pulling away to lick his balls.  They're huge (apricot sized), and very hairy.  This has him thrashing about, and he drags me back up to kiss some more.  We continue in this fashion for a time, then he flips me to my stomach and straddles me, sliding his cock up and down my slot, tentatively pushing it between my legs and finally asking for a condom.

Duly suited, he continues the sliding, then reaching beneath and raising my hips slightly, he enters.  As I'd swallowed him whole earlier, I knew it wasn't the biggest of dicks - maybe 6" fully erect, but that's ok.  What he's struggling with however is to keep it inside me, so he flips me to my back, straddles my thigh and lifts the other leg diagonally over his shoulder, coming at me from that angle.  It's good - he got a nice rhythm and I get to run my hands over his chest, but he then grabs the base of his cock as he thrusts, meaning I'm getting maybe half of it, and his breathing is getting ragged, so I tell him to stop and use his hand to cum on my chest.  As he pulls away, I see that the condom has half slipped off, and realize the hand was trying to keep the damn thing on, then he drops his full weight onto my hips, our balls connected, and wraps my hand around his shaft, pinning my arm with his knee.

He then starts to fuck my fist, changing tempo occasionally, and then he draws himself up and starts to shoot.  Bloody hell.  The first shot landed on my cheek, the second on my chin, the remainder across my throat and chest.  What a load!!!  He leans down to lick my face clean, then scoops the rest and starts to jerk me off with it.  Given his massive and hairy balls were tickling mine, I soon arch my back beneath him and shoot on myself as well.

He immediately wants to shower, and I assume we're done.  However, once cleaned up, he wants to go back to bed and cuddle, kissing and tickling and teasing me with his lips for another hour as we giggle and chat.  I finally invent a fictitious flatmate and tell him he must leave.

He's not gone 10 minutes when the phone starts beeping madly.  Not only is it him, telling me what fun we had and when can we meet again, but also, out of nowhere, Fast.  He's been away for study (for what, a year?), is back and horny, can I visit now?  Fuck.  Why not...

Sunday, 7 May 2017

A date and a sleepover!

Having seen the Harus off, I quickly bathe and start to tidy the flat.  The Syrian is particularly houseproud, and my maid came yesterday, so there isn't much to do other than the conundrum of the cum-soaked linen.  There's no way I can get it turned around before he arrives, so I switch the a/c to high and get stuck in with a damp cloth.  All seems fine, and he arrives right on time.  He doesn't want a drink, merely tea, so we sit and chat for a bit before he announces that he's hungry and wants to go out for dinner.  Some discussion around location and cuisine ensues, and we settle on a local Indian restaurant.  We get there, and it's fine - he wants me to order, so I do, then he starts to tell me that he wants me to stay at his place tonight, he hasn't seen enough of me lately, and he fears for 'us' after I leave (now basically confirmed for mid-June).  I don't have the heart to tell him there is no 'us' after I leave, mostly because I don't want to confront the thought either, but I demur to his invitation and we finish our dinner, go back to mine and grab a toothbrush, then jump in his car.  I've got a late morning flight the next day, and he promises to have me back home in plenty of time.

We get to his place, and he busies himself with the usual routine of tea, chocolate and cigarettes, then we stretch out on the couch to watch some bad TV and merely enjoy one another's company.  After the meal we've just eaten, some digestion as well.   It's all very comfortable, my head in his lap as we watch, his hands gently stroking me, then he informs that he's tired and wants to go to bed.  It's all very domestic, bathroom, teeth and so on, then we climb into bed and smile at one another.  He reaches in to kiss me, telling me he's just too tired for sex tonight, but we will have our fun in the morning.  It's kinda nice just snuggling down with the guy, plus with the added bonus of my ass being spared another onslaught as well!

We wake early the next day (sunrise here is around 5am), and I slide to the bathroom for a leak & to brush my teeth.  On my return, I'm greeted with coffee, dates and rosewater, and him also with freshly brushed teeth.  We indulge in a leisurely daylight flip fuck, then spend an hour or so in our underwear watching the news etc., before it's time for him to run me home.  I could get used to this...

Return of the Harus

It's been a long week, and I leave work a little early.  It worked out well, as I'd only been home a few minutes when the Harus messaged.  I'm expecting him to ask me again for car sex (a hard no), or maybe cam sex (meh...), but in fact he's in the city and just a few hundred metres from my apartment and wants to pass by.  Either he's gotten over his concerns re my security guys, or his balls are so blue he's willing to run the gamut.  It's the latter apparently.

He arrives in just a few minutes, and after some stilted conversation in Arabic he indicates the bedroom.  We head in, and he peels off his shirt, revealing a transformed physique - he's always been pretty fit, but this is a whole new level, and he tells me he's doing 2 hours a day at the gym.  It certainly looks that way!  He pulls his cock out of his drawers and crosses the room to me, turning me away so that he can stroke my butt and rub his stiffening cock in my slot, then steps back and points at the bed.  I clamber on, and he comes atop me, and from here it got a bit weird.  He starts to nuzzle at my throat, kissing it and my ears, his now hard cock jabbing at my stomach, then he sits up and turns me to my side, gently stroking and fondling my butt cheeks, and leaning in to kiss them, tugging at my flesh with his teeth.  I tell him no biting (I'm seeing the Syrian later and could do without the marks), so he continues to kiss me, returning time and again to my throat for further action, his head buried in my neck and almost tenderly massaging my butt.  It's as though he's found the two most feminine parts of my body and is actually trying to make love, rather than just find release.  It strikes me then how lonely his life must be - he's maybe 28, his wife and children are in Egypt, he lives here alone, and I suspect that, outside work and the gym, he has little to occupy his time.  I flip him to his back and go in to suck him, gently dragging my fingernails over his sack as I do, and he soon is gasping and asking for condoms.

Like the Beard a few nights earlier, he positions me fair on my stomach, then wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck and shoulders as he enters.  Again, it's almost tender, but his technique is rough and his cock is massive (it's about 22cm), so any pleasure for me is quickly gone as he belts away at my ass.

Pretty soon he flips me to my back and holding my ankles by his head he starts fucking me again, looking me right in the eye and growling "make noise".   With 10" sawing in and out of me, I don't need much encouragement and begin to grunt and moan as he hammers away.  This is all that he seems to need, and he soon rips off the condom, spraying quite a load over me, the sheets and the pillows.  He takes a lengthy shower, asks for juice, then cabfare and he's gone.  The Syrian arrives in 2 hours...

Saturday, 6 May 2017

The return of the Beard...

So I'm blobbing around at home and the phone beeps.  The beard wants a re-match, but he's not free until super late.  As it transpires, I fall asleep on the couch and wake up at around that time, but a confirmatory message to him is ignored.  Hmmm.  Next day however, he's down the line and full of apologies, wanting to know how I'm placed that evening at a much more reasonable hour.  Of course I confirm, and he's at my door right on time, dressed this time in sweats.  Barely in the door and all he wants to do is kiss, fondling my ass and chest, telling me how much he's missed me.  We share a drink and a cigarette, during which he tells me of his 'problem' that day - he's freeballing, and he kept thinking of me and getting hard, which kept him confined to his desk for most of his shift.  To demonstrate, he stands and drops his pants, his swollen cock bobbing in front on my eyes, and I reach across and take it in my mouth.  He's turgid but not rigid, then he sits back down beside me and leans back, his hand on my chest, keeping me at a distance.

As he stretches back, his cock is draped over his balls, and he laughs and tells me to start counting, betting I can't get to 10.  I'm thinking he's overestimated my appetite for cock, and the challenge is that I can't resist, so game on.  But I was wrong.  As I began to count, his cock began to stir, and lo and behold, by seven it's fully erect and upright.  It seems this guy can just will a hard-on into existence, which is pretty cool. 

Now it's rigid, he guides my head to his lap, and I run my tongue down his shaft and across his balls, and once more he climbs up to sit on the back of the couch so I can get better access.  After a few minutes of ballsucking and licking, he clambers down and takes me by the hand, leading us to the bedroom.  As I shuck my own clothes, he's again fondling my butt and kissing me, then we're horizontal and in full-on make out mode.  It's nice, and relaxed, and soon enough he's got me on my stomach, his cock sliding up and down my slot as he reaches for lube and condoms.

Suiting up, he once more starts to kiss the back of my neck, his arms wrapped around me, and begins to enter me, finding a gentle rhythm as his hips undulate against my own.  He twists me slightly so that our lips can meet, then withdraws and plants me fair on my back, my legs resting on his shoulders, and he re-enters me.  His actions become more aggressive, then slow, then recommence, then slow again.  Suddenly I see his stomach muscles tense, he utters "oh shit", then I feel his cock pulsing inside me, the condom inevitably filling.  He withdraws, and I see it sagging at the end of his shaft - his breathing slows and he shrugs - "so sorry man" he says as he heads to the bathroom.  As he departs, he mentions that he's heading off on a 3 week jaunt - Barca, London & Istanbul, and his intention is to simply fuck his way through each city.

So after our prior marathon, this one was much faster.  Although on average, I'd say we're still doing pretty well...

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Just a quickie...

It's mid-evening, and my phone bings.  The Persian has a bit of free time on his hands, and wants to pass by if I'm interested.  I am...

As he travels, I download some porn that he likes (Men at Play if you must know...), and it completes just as he arrives.  After some pleasantries, we settle together on the couch to watch the story unfold on screen - it's a pretty standard porno, about a muscle guy going for a suit fitting and ultimately having sex with the equally built tailor, and the Persian is right into it.  He removes his shirt and draws me closer to him, demanding that I suck and bite at his nipples, and as I do he's reaching down to grab and fondle my ass.  The film (?) soon ends, and we retire to the bedroom, stripping naked and slowly stroking one another's bodies as we climb onto the bed, soon deep in an embrace, cocks grinding together as we kiss.  I drop down to suck his fat cock, and I notice he's made himself a rudimentary cock-ring - a hair elastic, crossed in a figure 8 around his shaft and balls.  It's very ingenious (and effective), his hard cock pulling at it and stretching his balls tight and close up to his body, all the better to lick and fondle them.

Out of nowhere, he asks if I have any poppers.  There's a bottle the Engineer left behind lurking in the 'fridge, so I duly fetch them, but they're months old, and I'm not certain if they still have their kick.  The bottle passes the sniff test, so we huff a bit each, and resume our kissing and sucking - he's got a great technique btw - as I hoover his cock into my mouth, he drags me atop him and bends my own backwards to deep throat me - it feels amazing.  We roll around in this fashion for a bit longer, then take another popper hit before getting down to actual fucking.  Sadly, their staleness is now evident, and the poor guy is struggling to get inside me, his cock now something less than rigid.  After a few different positions, it's obvious it's not gonna happen, so I flop to my stomach and tell him to fuck the gap between my legs - at least he'll get some satisfaction if not me.

He thanks me for this, and, pinned beneath him he starts to slide away at me, quickly coating my balls with his load.  He falls onto his back, then pulls me on top of him, asking me to shoot my load on his chest - I scoop his cum off m balls and use that as a lubricant, soon spurting on his hairy chest.  After that it was a quick shower and depart for him...

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Trompe l'oeil...

Sorry for the recent silence - usual BS with the computer, the network and (oddly), my shoulder has all conspired to keep me offline of late.  I have a few tales to tell, and shall get to them soon I hope.

In the interim, here's a conundrum.  I was hanging out with the Syrian recently - we caught up over dinner, then returned for a shag (more on that later).

Regular readers will know the Syrian rocks a pretty impressive dick.  Probably 8" and fairly fat, it's also very much a 'shower'.  Even in it's flaccid state, it's an awesome piece of flesh dangling between his legs.

So, we're out and about in public, and he's wearing what could be described as 'skin tight' jeans, showing off his legs and butt to maximum effect.

But, despite what I know he's packing downstairs, there's nary a bulge to be seen.

So wtf are the guys with bulges packing...?  Football socks?

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Energetic and acrobatic (part 2/2)

So we're rolling about and kissing, hands and tongues roaming, when the guy tells me he's starting to edge and wants to fuck.  We get him suited up, but he's not keen to penetrate just yet, content to roll me onto my stomach and slide his cock up and down my slot, and occasionally slapping it on my butt cheeks.  He lowers himself onto me, his mass a pleasing weight, and as he kisses the back of my neck he slowly intertwines his arms around me, lifting me slightly off the mattress as he embraces me from behind, and slowly guides his cock inside me.  It's a pleasant sensation - not so big it's painful, but not so small I can't feel anything.  In fact, it's just about right, and as he begins to slowly pump I find myself stretching out beneath him to grab the edge of the bed and exhale contentedly.  This, however is not really his idea, and I'm soon rolled to my side, and as he straddles one thigh (my other leg over his shoulder), he comes at me afresh from what, a 90degree? angle, his head thrown back, his hands strafing my chest.

I hadn't noticed, but as I was preparing for the bed, he'd bought our drinks with him, and an ashtray + cigarettes.  I'm not a fan of smoking in the bedroom, but as he withdraws and climbs off me to take a breather, his reach for the smoke and the drink seems both sexy and natural, so I stay in the moment.  As he draws deeply on the cigarette he is maintaining eye contact with me, then he wordlessly passes it over and I draw as well.  Retrieving the cigarette from me with one hand, he uses the other to drag me to the edge of the bed and re-enters me as he stands, staring at me in silence as he smokes and fucks intently, my legs now wrapped around his waist.  Ditching the cigarette, he takes advantage of this lever point to clamber onto the bed, my torso now bent back and him in a crouch position, drop-fucking me, when the sidewall of the mattress gives way.  It was almost comical, watching the surprised look on his face and his arms flailing as he fell backwards, but as he tried to find balance he slammed his head and body backwards into the 3/4 length windowpane with an almighty thud, then sank to the floor, clearly stunned.  I say almost comical - I live on the 10th floor and it could have ended badly...

I jump up and assist him to his feet, but you could almost see the birds circling his head as he lay down on the bed, groggy AF.  He recovers in a moment, then slaps my ass and tells me to go clean myself as he's going to put on a fresh condom.  I do and he does, then we're back into it, from almost every angle, pausing occasionally for a drink and shared cigarette, sweat dripping off us as he continues to pound my ass, and to drag his beard across my face in long lingering kisses.  I'm grateful the Chinese guy had passed by earlier - if not for the relief he'd provided, this guy would have had me shoot my load pretty damn fast.  As it goes, he moves onto a third condom, telling me once more to clean up as he's "enjoying my body", and with his dreamy eyes, sexy voice and remarkable stamina, I am also enjoying his.

Finally, we are back almost where we started, him standing by the bed, my legs around his waist, and his cock sawing in and out of me (we're now on the other side btw).  Arching his back, he withdraws and removes the condom, stroking himself to climax, rope after rope of cum striping my chest.

Shattered, we collapse together on the bed, and he rolls over to glance at the clock.  4 hours have passed, and with a yelp he leaps off the bed and into the shower, pausing only for juice and another cigarette before he departs...

 

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Not as quiet as it seems... (1/2)

So, I've spent a large part of the past few weeks on an aeroplane, encompassing SE Asia, the Middle East & the UK.  A grueling schedule, plus traveling with my boss, has left little time for hook-ups.  Cop 2 hit me up a few times, but soon tired of my long distance replies, and a muscle guy in Singapore (with whom I've messaged a few times over the course of my visits there), tried but we failed to connect.

So, back to my own part of the Sandlands, tired, jet-lagged and with blue balls.  With the recent bombings (but happily not that dreadful nerve gas business), the Syrian has hot-footed it home, and there have been very few other opportunities to do anything.  The young Egyptian guy passed by, but it was late and we were both tired, so it was soft only.

However, this weekend changed that, and I think I've set a new record (or possibly a new low).

The harus wants to meet, but he won't come to my flat.  He's very much 'rough trade', and my security detail shares his nationality and has thus worked out his place in society and treat him accordingly.  He wants cam sex, and as I've had a drink or three, I consent.  He wants to jerk off as I finger my hole, so I oblige and in due course he spurts what appears to be a monster load onto his kitchen benchtop before disconnecting.  Almost straight away, I get hit up by a guy who turns out to be in my building.  He's tall(ish) and Chinese, uncut and slim.  Very slim.  We chat for a bit, he seems ok and he's nearby, so why not.  Within minutes he's as my door, and as soon as I've closed it, he comes in and aggressively begins to kiss me and grope my crotch, almost immediately leading me to the bedroom and stripping off...

my neighbour...
He's clearly been watching a few porno movies, as he's all gruff and tough, trying to push me around and act like a super dom top.  Awkward when he's about a foot shorter than me.  We get down to it, and he shoves me onto the bed, telling me his 'flatmate' thinks he's downstairs smoking so he doesn't have too long.  After a brief 69, he drags me to the edge of the bed and raises my legs over his shoulders, then enters me.  His dick isn't that big, and frankly, I'm not feeling much, but he's energetic, jerking me off as he thrusts, and my swollen balls can't take much and soon explode.  With an audible splat I send a stripe of super thick cum up my chest, with a large pool gathering in my navel.  He gasps at both the speed and size of my load, and quickly withdraws to jerk himself off, his smallish load pooling with mine.  But then the fucker decides to spit in my face, so I literally kick him off me and tell him to get out.

I've re-dressed and am smoking, happy I've at least busted a nut, when Growlr pings.  6', 28y.o and built wants to chat, 'fessing up he's horny AF and wants to play.  He's also 1/2 mile away...
wouldn't you...?
I tell him I'd shot a load not an hour beforehand, but he's keen anyway, and arrives in due course.  Amazing.  Great build, dreamy eyes and floppy hair, he shares his IG feed and playlist with me over a few drinks and cigarettes, then he asks if I mind that he removes his dish-dash 'for comfort'.  Of course I don't, and as he shrugs it over his head, I can see the tentpole in his drawers, so I walk across and grab it through the fabric, leading him back to the couch.  We chat for a bit, then I notice he's somehow slid his drawers down, and a good sized cock is standing upright not a foot away, so I drop my head and give it a lick, nuzzling my face down under to give his balls a go as well.  He responds to this by shifting up to the back of the couch, his feet now on the cushion, and I slurp and suck for a bit before he drops back down and leads me to the bedroom.  He's a great kisser, and has a soft beard and 'tache, so we roll about for a bit, kissing and stroking, his hands fondling my balls as I run my fingernails up and down his back, then I suck him for a while more (he won't suck me), and then he positions himself between my legs and starts to drag his cock up and down my slot before asking for a condom.

At this point I'm happy to take him, but what I didn't know was that I was about to embark on one of the most energetic and lengthy fucks of my life.  More in part two...
 

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Statistical aberration...?

The quiet times are sadly ongoing.  The Syrian has been unwell, and despite daily messages, we haven't met for almost 2 weeks.  The soldier is back from vacation (not otherwise distracted as I thought), and is also in frequent contact, and perhaps tonight we'll meet.

But.  One guy has been pretty consistent in reaching out, and I finally decided to give him a shot.




My first thought was the disparity between the hairiness displayed in the dick pic and the smooth chest of the body shot, but it turns out the dick pic is his 'pre-gym' days, and the other is new.

After the usual chit-chat, he reveals that's he's a cop, sending me another dick pic, a face pic and a full uniform shot.  He's a 6'1" local, 28y.o. with a buzz cut.  In short, fucking hot.  Let's call him 'Cop 2'...

Anyway, he arrives, and sits down to smoke, asking for water as well.  We sit for a moment, awkward small talk, then he smiles and says 'shall we...', so I stand and lead him to the bedroom.

As we kiss, his hands roam my body, tugging and pulling at my clothes, until he has my jeans around my knees and my ass cupped in his hands.  We kiss some more, then he steps back and peels off his own clothes, gesturing for me to get naked as well, then he takes me in his arms and lowers us together onto the bed.

He's a fantastic kisser, happy to grind his cock against me as we do, repeatedly rolling us over and back, then guiding my head to his rather large cock.  As I lick it and his balls, he's breathing quite heavily and draws me back to kiss some more, then slowly moves my mouth across his chest and torso then ultimately back onto his cock.  As I suck, I can feel and taste his pre-cum, and I sense he's close.

Almost intuitively, he opens the correct nightstand drawer (there are 4), and locates the lube and condoms.  Suiting himself up, he flops to his back and lifts me onto him, but he's not quite hard enough to enter from that angle, so I roll to my stomach and he clambers across me.

He lies atop me, kissing the back of my neck and working his arms beneath me to hold, his hips guiding his cock into position.  "Tell me you want it" he whispers, so I do.  With that, he gently but determinedly enters me.  Pausing, withdrawing and re-entering, he finally gets his whole member into me, then stops to kiss my neck once more and ask if I'm ok.   I nod yes, and he kisses me again and begins to thrust actively, but at such an angle I feel no discomfort at all.  Eventually he withdraws and rolls me to my back, coming atop to kiss me some more, his cock insistent between my legs, and lo, he's back inside me, kissing madly as he thrusts and occasionally dropping his head to lick my chest.  His body is getting tense, and I can feel him edging, when he bucks out of me and sits upright.  Reaching down and grabbing my hips, he moves backwards off the bed until he is standing, dragging me with him, then raises my legs to his shoulders and leans back down to enter me again.  Given his height, I can only assume he's at a 45 degree angle to the floor, but he's determined and I'm enjoying, so all is good.

Finally his movements start to become erratic, and he withdraws - ripping off the condom, and with my legs wrapped around his waist, he begins to jerk off, and within seconds a torrent of thick white cum is unloaded on my stomach.  As he stands there panting, he reaches down and scoops some up, using it to jerk me off, and my load soon comes as well.  Still panting, he walks to the bathroom and enters the shower, returning to dress as I also bathe.  As he dresses, I spot him flexing and admiring himself in the floor length mirror, and as I exit the shower, he takes my hand and runs it over his body, telling me he'll be back soon.

Afterwards, we have a cigarette and watch some TV before he shrugs and says "imshi",* as he leans across to kiss me before leaving...

On a side note, as I was waiting for him to arrive it dawned on me that uniforms are statistically over-represented in my tales.  We've had 'the Cop', "Undercover', 'Ducati' and 'the Soldier', an untold and unpleasant incident with another cop many years back, and now this Cop 2.  Is this odd?

* 'imshi' is Arabic for "I'm outta here"




Thursday, 2 March 2017

Quiet times...

It's been pretty damn quiet tbh.  I've been traveling a lot, the Soldier has found other distractions, the Indian guy is also traveling and the Bro has been assigned a foreign country and departed.  The Falcon has been down the line a few times, but, having read some article or other, I've realized his demeanour, communication style & general behavior is totally that of a teenage fuckboy, so I now just ignore him.

The Syrian and I have fallen into a comfortable routine, meeting up maybe twice a week.  He's now semi-addicted to the reverse cowboy position, so I've had some pretty damned good orgasms, and we're spending as much, if not more, time together out of bed and just hanging out.  He's pretty cut up about my looming departure, and in a sense so am I.

But really, that's it...  I have my new post, and am tentatively exploring 'who's about' on the apps, and it looks encouraging.  More on that in time...

Monday, 13 February 2017

Reaping what you sow...?

So it's no secret that I'm on the apps often, or, to even the most casual reader of this blog, that I have a variety of sexual partners.  However, events of the past few days have sorta caused me to pause and reflect on my behavior (maybe), and wonder what I've become.

After getting hopelessly drunk the other night, I awoke to find a number of messages from the Driver, hoping to pass by.  At 3am...  Beyond this, I had planned a quiet weekend.  Until my phone beeped again at 10pm the next night.  It was the harus, desperate for a blow job, demanding I get in my car and go to him (he can't/won't come to me), followed by an awkward video call where he jerked off on camera, shouting "I know you like this" into the mike as he did so.  Just as I get rid of him, the phone beeps again, and it's the Soldier, telling me he misses me and can we meet again.  He then tells me he finishes at 1am, so he'll be with me by 02:00 if that's ok?  I tell him it's not.  He's put out, and starts sending me dick pics, before petulantly ending our conversation.  That his uniform was clearly visible was quite hot, but not hot enough.  Likewise, the Bro has been in regular contact, hopeful we can meet - again at odd hours - but our diaries haven't gelled.

Am I really 'that guy'?  The older go-to for a quick one?  Fuck I hope not - maybe it's a good thing my contract is up, perhaps I'm getting out of Dodge just in time...

New positions, old problems...

It's the weekend, and I've ducked beachhouse invites.  The Syrian, as always, is keen to catch up, and we agree he'll come to my place late in the afternoon.  This is my favourite time for sex - lunch has been digested, the 'hangries' haven't kicked in yet, and I'm not bloated after dinner.  Plus I'm horny as fuck.  My doorbell goes just a few minutes before he's due, and I open it with a flourish, wearing just a t-shirt and jocks, much to the surprise of the man delivering my dry cleaning.  Maintaining my cool, I grab my wallet, pay him, thank him, and vow never to do that again.  When the Syrian does arrive, I'm somewhat more demurely attired (or at least I'm in trackpants), and he enters quickly, sweeping me into his arms and we remain in the foyer, kissing at length.

We eventually move to the couch, I make tea, we kiss, we talk, we smoke and we watch bad TV.  Then he tells me he's not eaten, so let's have some fun then head out for a bite.  I'm good with that, so in we go to the bedroom, where he lands across the bed and I lie down beside him, prime for a 69, but I'm not letting him do that yet.  I want to pleasure him, so I sit up and kiss him gently, then drop my head to his lap, gently licking his balls, running my tongue over them and up his stirring shaft, nipping his inner thighs and repeating this until he's shuddering and spasming.  He grabs my head and drags me off him, flipping me to my back and climbing atop me, kissing me wildly as his hands roam my body, eventually dropping his own head down and beginning to blow me.  It's good, very good, and I wriggle myself a little to the left so I can take his own cock in my mouth and the 69 does begin.

He's all over the place, sucking, licking and biting me, then he cocks a leg into midair and dives into my ass.  As I arch back in pleasure, I see he's got one leg wrapped around my head, and the other resting on the top of the bedhead, perilously close to some artwork.  Acrobatic indeed.

He eventually gets me onto my stomach, and after suiting up and a good squirt of lube he once again wraps his arms around my chest and enters me.  As I said, I want him to have some fun, but it's really quite painful as I endure his thrusts, but I grit my teeth and persevere - he soon rolls me to my back, my legs around his waist, and begins once more.  I think this is one of our favorite positions - we can kiss as we fuck, I'm in no discomfort and he can bang as hard as he likes.

But, I'd seen something in one of the pornos, and I want to try it.  I sit him on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, then lie him back.  Facing forward, my hands on his knees, I lower myself onto his cock and sink downwards.  The roar and gasp from behind tells me he's enjoying, but I found it too deep for comfort.  Keen to experiment, I held position, riding him up and down a bit, leaning forward, backward and so on, but always that deep gut-stirring pain.

I climbed off him and turned around, straddling his hips and kissing him as I maneuvered him back inside me, and I began to rock back and forth on his shaft, kissing him and sucking his ears (gross, but he loves it).  He starts to buck and thrust, one hand on my chest, pushing me back against his drawn knees, the other jerking me off, and I have a full-on shuddering orgasm, striping his chest with my cum and leaving me breathless and gasping.

He quickly withdraws and unsheathes, and with both cocks in hand he milks the last of me and creates his own explosion, drawing me down into an embrace as we catch our collective breath.  We lie together for quite awhile, feeling each others breathing normalize, then he gently pats my rump and tells me it's shower time.

We bathe together and dress in relative quiet, exchanging the occasional kiss as our paths cross in the bedroom, then head out for dinner.

After the meal we go for a walk - my thoughts clouded with the old problem of the looming end to a relationship, his (I thought), by a need for caffeine.  We find a place back near my hotel, but he won't go in.  I mentioned once before what a classist society we live in here, and the Syrian is acutely aware of this.  For those who aren't from the region, it's remarkably easy to identify and differentiate between the various Middle Eastern nationalities and, despite his job and income, he knows where he's pegged on the social scale.

"They will look down on me" is what he says, but from the Lambos, G-wagens and Ferraris parked out front, I suspect any of us might feel the same.  I shrug and we move on maybe 50m, where there is a much quieter spot - an outside table is obtained, coffee is ordered and he produces some cigars.  We sit in relative silence for the duration, talking of frivolous matters occasionally, and as we settle the bill, he smiles wistfully and sighs.  "I shall miss you so much habibi" he says.  Then he wipes a tear from his eye, bids me goodnight and walks to his car without looking back.

I am devastated by this.  I chase him and ask what he means.  He looks surprised and reminds me I'd mentioned some time back my contract was almost up.  "So let us enjoy what we can, while we can" he says as he climbs into the vehicle and drives away.  I went upstairs and got outrageously drunk...

Sadly inevitable, and inevitably sad...

It seems my relationship with the Engineer has come to an end.  Despite agreeing he would pass by a week or two back, I didn't hear from him.  We had agreed some while ago (I thought), that as I was relatively free, he would let me know when his work/family/study timetable permitted us to get together, and I would wait for him to hit me up whenever he could.  It seems he had a different perception, and was waiting for me to invite him over.

After two weeks silence, and repeatedly seeing him on my grid as being just half a mile away, I dropped him a message and asked if I'd upset him.  "Yes" was his single word response, so I quickly replied, telling him of my sorrow at this and my version of our understanding (that I'd wait etc.), but I received nothing for 24 hours, at which point I got a torrent of abuse.  He feels I've "ignored and betrayed" him, preferring to "meet with others".  He lives quite close to the Syrian, and when I was there recently he saw me online, thus assuming I'm "dating others now".  Hoo boy.  I apologize again, but have received nothing from him for a week.

Initially I was kind of outraged that he a) had been stalking me, and b) demanded a justification of my behavior, but that's softened into a kind of sadness that hopes this jealousy is a form of perhaps his feelings for me?

I really don't know how to make this right, or even if I will.  I've been unofficially informed my tour in this godforsaken country will come to an end quite soon, and am merely waiting for the formalities.  Thus, after almost 7 years here, and 5 years of fun and, dammit, affection, it's unlikely I'll ever see him again.  To whisper 'sweet nothings' to sort this situation out, then to end it just a matter of weeks later doesn't feel right.

But he's clearly hurt, and I'm kinda sad about that...

 

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Double Head(er), part 2

After the Soldier has left, I confirm with the Persian.  He arrives at the appointed time, keen to watch some porn and to play.  At his request, I've downloaded a selection from "Men at Play", which he finds incredibly hot, bucking and shuffling on the couch before he reaches across and draws me into his arms.   We lay snuggled together for a bit, idly watching the film, the Persian occasionally commenting on 'how hot' certain scenes might be.  Before long he sits up and peels off his shirt, drawing my face to his chest and telling me to start biting and sucking his nipples.  This I do, his hands roaming over me and working their way into my trousers, squeezing my ass and roughly fondling my balls.

Soon enough, he wants to move to the bedroom, and we head in and strip off, falling onto the bed together as we kiss and grind our bodies together.  He's on a mission however, and my head (or more to the point, my teeth), are directed back to his pecs and nipples.  He wants to be licked, nipped, bitten and sucked in that area, even declining a blow job, so I work my way up, down and across, the whole time his body twitching and shuddering.  He has also intentionally draped his head backwards over the edge of the bed, telling me the ensuing dizziness adds to his pleasure.  It's kinda weird making out with what seems to be a headless body, but I get a rhythm going and he's quite vocal in his pleasure.

As I lie atop him, I begin to suck on his nipple, imitating the motions of a suckling baby.  This drives him over the edge, and as he clutches my head and bucks his body, I feel a sudden warmth and wetness where our bodies meet.  Yes, he's shot his load.

He's done, but I'm not.  He comes back properly onto the bed and sits me astride him, encouraging me to jerk off and shoot my load all over his chest.  I'm nowhere near this point yet, but he reaches down and begins to massage by balls as I stroke myself, his increasing roughness making me harder and harder, and suddenly that shiver runs through me and I drop a weeks worth onto his hairy chest.

He's delighted by this, rubbing the cum into himself and apologizing we never got to actually fuck, then it's time for him to shower and leave.  So he does...

It's not yet 10pm, and I'm still horny.  Hoping for maybe a triple play, I put out a few calls, but all are busy it seems, except for the Harus.  However, he's come over all shy and will no longer visit my hotel.  I live in a very structured society - my own security guys have correctly tagged him as 'rough trade' and treat him accordingly.  Thus, he only wants to have sex in the car, and that's a little too low, even by my standards...

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Double Head(er), part 1

So my week has been quiet (again).  A few hits on the apps, but nothing of interest.  All are either too short (sub 5'6"), or too heavy (200lbs +), and, far too often, both!  I'm neither shortist nor weightist - it's just a question of a good physical fit when doing the deed, so don't judge...

However, one guy has been persistent.  He's actually pretty nice on paper (28, 6'2", 185lbs) , and after some chat he sends through a pic, quickly followed by a face pic.  Dammit, he's handsome as well!

Turns out the guy is a serving soldier, and a bi-curious top.  He's keen to meet, and I've got bupkes happening, so why not.  The Persian guy is also messaging me almost daily, but the sex with him has been kinda hard work, so I stall him 'till I get this guy sorted.

After some chat, the Soldier asks "how about now", and as it happens I am just finishing at work so I agree.  We meet at a coffee shop v close to my place, and I point at my building and ask if he wants to head there or stay and grab a coffee, and he smiles and gestures towards my home.

As we walk, he tells me of his recent trips to France and the UK, and how much he loves the men there, and this chat continues as we ride in the elevator and into my living room.  Once the door closes, he's all business.  He grabs my shoulders and turns me around, pretty much frisking me, his hands lingering on my crotch and squeezing my ass, then he steps back and heads for the couch, requesting some water.  As he sits and sips, we talk some more, then I ask him what he'd like to do.  "Get my cock sucked" is his reply, so I gesture to the bedroom and he's off like a rabbit, stripping as he goes, and throwing himself onto the bed.  I likewise undress and climb onto him, but he won't kiss, preferring to continue his exploration of my body with his hands only, my head being eventually guided to what seems to be a pretty normal cock.  I do what I do, and it begins to grow.  And grow.  As I lick it, I actually run out of saliva along the length and have to start again, and as I lift my head, I see his tip is lying maybe an inch past his navel, so I'm not surprised to have to 're-wet'...

He knows it's a monster, and is pretty skilled at working it in my mouth without making me gag, and I continue to suck him for some time before he shuffles his body up the bedhead and starts to bounce his hips, finally pushing me aside and standing beside the bed.  As I sit n suck, he's got the back of my head in his hands, his hips bucking into me, but it's too much and I do start to gag.  So he drags me off the bed onto the floor, then lifts me to my knees.  Still standing, he jams his cock back into my mouth, and I manage to deep throat him, but after repeated thrusts I start to gag again.  He doesn't like this at all, and reaching down, he begins to spank me, the sound of the slaps echoing in the room as I mumble and slurp at my task.

He pauses for a moment to ask if I want to eat his load or wear it on my face, but then shrugs - "too late" he says as he unleashes in my mouth, his prodding cock forcing me to swallow a surprising small and taste-free load.

He then literally swings his leg over my head and walks to the bathroom, cleaning up, dressing and exiting without uttering another word...

As it's barely 5pm, I decide I can meet the Persian, and message him in the affirmative.