Sunday, 29 January 2017

The drought continues (sort of...)

I've had a hurt message from the Engineer last week, simultaneously informing that he's a) back from 6 weeks travel, and b) complaining I haven't seen him.  The two kinda seem mutually exclusive (I did in fact woof him a few weeks back), but I tell him I'm ready whenever he wants, but no word.  Perhaps, given his new home, he's found playmates that are a little more proximate...

Anyway, my week is dead.  Utterly dead.  I'm beginning to think I couldn't score in a brothel, but lo, the Syrian is down the line.  We agree to meet sometime Friday, actual time tbd.  The Indian guy is also in regular contact, but for various reasons we haven't met for a few weeks.  After waiting most of the day, the Syrian sends an apologetic message that 'a friend' has come to town unexpectedly, and could we meet the next day for lunch.  I'm ok with this, but still pretty horny, and I contemplate calling the Indian guy, but I'm conflicted.  I don't want him to feel like 'second choice', so ultimately I end up just reading and binge watching TV (Taboo & The Young Pope - neither are too bad).

I'm due at the Syrian for a late lunch, and arrive in due time.  We eat immediately, some dreadful 'family movie' playing in the background.  He likes these as the dialogue is (literally) infantile, and helps him with his English.  I can't disagree - I watch Arabic soap operas for the same reason (plus the men are gorgeous).

He lives by the sea, and after we've stuffed ourselves with food, he suggests a walk.  As we stroll, he points out the various places where guys hook-up, telling me with a sneer how "these cheap people always ruin his walk with their propositions", and I can't help but notice there is in fact a distinctly cruisy feel to the place, and discreetly open my Grindr.  There are 3 rows of guys within 200m, but local laws are such that no faces are displayed, merely a lot of very fit torso shots, consistent with the appearance of those around us.  As we get to the pier, he tells me it isn't unusual to see 3-4 different groups outright fucking and/or sucking in the shadows at night.  Hmmm.  Maybe I'll become 'cheap'...

Anyway, we conclude our walk, and as he makes tea (again), I re-open Grindr & see that 5 guys have tried to contact me, all saying the same - "I'm at the beach, where are you".  Looool...

After the tea, we're sprawled on the couch, and after feeding me some chocolates, he comes in for a kiss.  We make out for a while, then he stands and leads me to the bedroom.  We strip and quickly climb under the blankets, fooling around, a lot of 69 and kissing, and today he's into biting my nipples as well, until I decide I really, really want him inside me, so I reach over and grab the essentials.  He suits up, and as he lies on his back, I straddle his hips and feed his cock into me.  Don't know what I've done wrong, but it hurts like hell today, and I have to take my time.  Eventually I decide it ain't going to get any better, so I brace my hands on his shoulders and push back for all I'm worth.  Ouft.  Once he's in, it's a little better, and I begin to ride as he undulates beneath me, my cock slapping my stomach on the upthrust.

We ride like this for a while, and I glance down.  Uncharacteristically for me, my cock is streaming pre-cum, and I decide I have to taste it.  Nothing there flavor-wise, but my action catches his attention and his eyes light up.  Dragging me forward and off his cock, he swallows my dick whole, eagerly milking the fluid from me, then rearranges his hips and impales me back down on him.

That's it for me, and as I start to tremble, the pre-cum becomes a full load, spurting on his chest to his laughter and delight, and he continues to thrust at me from below.  I'm happy to catch my breath and let him pump, but just as it becomes uncomfortable, he quickly withdraws and his relatively modest load joins mine on his body.  He's gasping, I'm gasping, and he reaches up and draws me down, gluing our chests together.  With my face buried in the crook of his neck, we drift off to sleep.

Upon waking we have yet more tea and chocolate, then I must return to my home...

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Pre-dinner fun, post-dinner not so much...

Having declined me the night before, the Syrian is down the line early, keen to set a date for us to meet.  We decide he should come to my place around 5pm for some fun, then we can head out for dinner.

He's there on the dot, and unusually chatty, sprawling on my couch and drinking seemingly endless cups of tea, but I'm keen to get started on our 'fun' as I don't want a terribly late dinner, nor do I want to have sex on a full stomach.  During our conversation I let it slip that my contract here is almost up, and that I doubt they'll renew it, meaning I'll be transferred again.  He goes quiet at this, then returns to more mundane conversational matters.  Finally I take the initiative, and drop my head in his lap, nuzzling his bulge through his jeans, and he gets the message.  We retire to the bedroom, and strip, pausing only to kiss in our briefs, then onto the bed itself.  We have an enjoyable session, alternately rimming and 69'ing each other, and much kissing.  He's grown out his moustache a little, so it's not shredding me, then he rolls off and reaches for the nightstand.

Suiting up, he wriggles down beside me and begins to slide his cock up and down my slot, finally taking me in his arms from behind and entering.  He goes at me for a while, and it feels good, but then he drags one of my legs over his body and begins to go hard.  It's awesome - as he bucks and thrusts, he's jerking me off, and as I shoot a small load, he withdraws, removes the condom and drenches my balls with his load.  Aaah!

We shower together, then head out for dinner.  There's a reasonably grand rooftop place very close to where I live, and we rock up in jeans and trainers, but after an initial sneer from the maître'd, we're in and up to the top.  It's pretty quiet, and the Syrian doesn't really want to be there, but I insist and we take our table, noticing nothing odd.  After some chit-chat, we go to the smoking area, and return to find our belongings at a table some distance from where we thought, and ask the staff why we were moved.  They're surprised at this, and we persist.  "Oh but sir, the restaurant, it revolves".  Fuck.  Never is there a surer sign of a shitty restaurant than that novelty feature.  The Syrian, however, blanches.  "What?" he asks.  We go back to the table, and the food eventually comes - it's not too bad, but I've ordered for like 6 instead of 2, and we plough through as best we can.  But the Syrian spends the whole time telling me the movement (which we'd not previously noticed), was making him queasy and could we please leave.  Ok, so we're done.  I take a doggie bag, depositing it with the concierge as we walk past my building, but the whole time we continue our stroll the Syrian is chainsmoking and telling me how unwell he feels.  We eventually go back upstairs for tea, but he's soon gone.

An hour later the Harus messages me, asking if we can meet.  Sure.  But he won't come to my place for some reason, asking instead that we go for a drive and I blow him in the car.  I decline, and once again go to bed alone...

Return of the Bro

I'm having a frankly shitty day at work, and decide I've had enough.  Telling my secretary I'm out for the remainder of the day, I depart and head to my flat.  Keen for a bit of mid-afternoon action, I fire up the apps and get an immediate hit from the Bro, who happens to be nearby.  He's been messaging me regularly, telling me how blue his balls are and wanting to know when we can reconnect (I'm pretty happy about this).  After some idle chit chat, he finally asks "wanna fool around", and of course I say yes.  Within 15 minutes he's at my door, with his whole "aw shucks" demeanour, and I finally grab the back of his head and draw him down to kiss.  As we do, his hands are roaming and tugging at my clothes, and we're soon naked and horizontal on the bed.  We make out for a while, but he keeps breaking away and laughing at how close he is to cumming, and I tell him it's sex, not a competition, and to do what feels good.  He knows I have some porn, and I've recently connected to laptop to the bedroom TV, so I switch it on, and play an early Cadinot (Harem or Hammam - can't remember).  I push him onto his back, then flip him to his stomach so that his feet are pointing at the headboard and he has a clear view of the TV, I then face his feet and sit astride his back, diving into his globes to rim him.  He's twitching and moaning, and occasionally a full shudder runs through him, but I'm relentless.  I want to eat that ass.  I also drag his cock backwards and start to lick the head as well, swirling my tongue up, down, and across his balls, and as I drive my tongue into his hole once more, he begs me to stop and rolls out from under me.  He resumes his position astride me, kissing as he grinds against my body, and I tell him he can do whatever he wants...

At this, he smiles and reaches across to the nightstand, withdrawing condoms and lube, and to my semi-surprise he suits me up.  I'm on my back, and he leans down to kiss me, working his slot on my cock, then with a wriggle and a slide I feel myself enter him.  His kisses become more intense as I slide my length in, but he does eventually push himself back and sit fair on my hips, gaining us both maximum satisfaction.  He begins to work his body up and down, his arms flexing slightly as he bottoms out on me, his pecs dancing in unison as he does, his eyes closed as he moves his body to some silent melody.

Thank fuck I'm suited, as I reckon I'd have shot pretty quickly - his internal muscles are grabbing and releasing me, but not quite in synch with his movements, which only serves to heighten the sensations for both of us.  His own cock is bobbing up and down, and I reach forward and hold it, letting his motion provide the friction, but he pushes my hand away and says he's too close.  I tell him that I'd like to see him let rip when he comes, and there's an area immediately outside my bedroom door that offers a perfect 'landing strip' for his load.  He contemplates this for a second then smiles and agrees, so we climb off the bed.  He positions himself in the doorway, grasping the frame as I re-enter him from behind, then I begin to pump.  It's kinda tricky - he's a lot taller than me, he's got a girls ass, and I've just got a normal sized dick, but we manage, his globes rippling a little as I pump.  Suddenly he tenses up and let's fly with his load, and it's impressive.  Maybe a square metre of the floor is dotted and marked with ropes and sprays of his cum, and I rip off the condom and jerk off next to him.  My load wasn't quite so impressive, but it made a satisfying splat as it hit the floorboards.

From here we clean up a little, then fall back onto the bed.  We lie together, idly chatting and occasionally kissing,  when he tells me he should make tracks as he has a lunch at 3pm.  I tell him it's actually 3:30, and he leaps out of the bed, dressing as he hops across the floor and bolts out the door.

Despite having shot, I'm still pretty horny.  After dinner I decide to hit up the Syrian, and perhaps the Harus, hoping for a triple header, but both are busy so I console myself with a few drinks and go to bed alone...

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Dry, dry spell...

Damn it's been quiet!  Despite the Bro coming down the line regularly (ours diaries have yet to match), not a whole lot of action.  I was invited back down to the beachhouse, but the cute driver wasn't about and after a few too many Jaeger bombs, I was poured back into the car and taken home.  Feeling like shit the next day, when the Syrian dropped me a line I just said yes.  He is with me at the appointed time, and, taking pity on my state, he gently leads me back to bed after an initial cup of tea.  As we stripped, I ruefully compared the state of my turtle-like dick to his half-hard monster, and he laughed - "I will fix that habibi" he smiled as we got horizontal.  He was on a mission for sex, "just to make me feel better", and despite my angry and upset stomach, he sucked and manipulated me into hardness, before rolling me to my side and entering me from behind.  I've said before that this is actually a pain-free position for me, and he was able to drive hard, his hands running up and down my body, accentuating both his pleasure and mine.  Finally he starts to jerk me off, whispering how much he wants me to shoot, and as he thrusts and strains into me, I do.  Not a huge load, but a satisfying one.  He withdraws and removes his condom, but it takes him forever to cum, but when he does it's spectacular.  I've never seen him shoot so much, and he gasps and falls forward onto me, snuggling into my arms and telling me once again how crazy I make him, "as we make love, not sex".

Eventually, my growling stomach can no longer be ignored, and I find myself making repeated trips to the bathroom before I finally tell him he must leave.  He's horrified that I am unwell, and insists to stay and care for me, but I'm so damned miserable I just call time.  Not moments after he left my wife demanded to Facetime, so I sat there naked below the waist and chatted briefly with her before falling back to bed.  Not a great day...

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

A date?

I'm idly scrolling through Growlr, checking people I've blocked, open galleries and so on.  In other words, bored to tears.  I'm come across a profile that's, frankly, remarkable.  Lebanese guy, 6' and 75kgs, rocking a swimsuit body and a fat lengthy cock.  The pics are open (and fabulous), and I've no recollection of why I blocked him.  So I unblock and view the profile, knowing this will register on his side.  Sure enough, within 30 minutes I get a 'hi', and we start to chat.  We seem like a good match, so agree to meet for coffee later that evening.

He's nominated a shisha place, and I'm fine with that.  He arrives right on time, and he's not quite the profile pics.  Probably 15kgs heavier, a pronounced bald spot, but he's funny and charming, so we continue with our 'date'.  We're by the seaside, it's after 9pm and the wind is both vicious and freezing, and all I've got is a sweater on.  Finally I can bear no more, and after a 3rd coffee he notices this and offers to 'warm me up', so we get the bill and head for the car.  It's only a short drive to my place, but of course the concierge is about and watches us pass through the lobby with raised eyebrows.  Like he hasn't seen the number of 'visitors' I have...

We get upstairs and he immediately comes in to kiss, his remarkably supple lips working across my face as his hands begin to disrobe us, then it's into the bedroom and horizontal.  He's as passionate in bed as he was in the living room, and we spend much time grinding against one another as we kiss.  Happily, the cock is as per the profile, and after much tongue kissing, my head is guided south.  I run my tongue over his balls, then up the shaft and work the tip before swallowing it whole.  This causes him to gasp and draw his knees up, trapping me between his thighs and his stomach, his cock lodged down my throat.  I do what I can, but eventually need some air, so I drag my face up and we kiss some more.  He wants me back down there, so I return my mouth to his now dripping cock (unusual for an Arab - they're not usually pre-cummers), and continue to suck as he squirms and wriggles his body around.  What he is in fact doing is setting up for a 69, and suddenly his mouth is wrapped around my cock, and we suck on each other with a rare intensity, breaking only to lick one another's balls or bite inner thighs.  After using his unshaven chin to abrade my shaft, I beg him to stop and he finally sits up, swinging himself around and sitting astride my hips as I look up at him.  He leans down to kiss some more, then sits upright again and spits on my dick.  Working it with both his hands, he provides me with an outstanding handjob, and I soon shoot my load.  Grinning at me, he then grabs his own and begins to furiously jerk off, his hands a blur as they move up and down, before he raises himself slightly and begins to unload on me.

The first shot hit my shoulder, the second, much thicker one, left a stripe down my entire torso, and the next few left a spatter pattern all over my stomach.  Slumping forward onto me, he kisses me some more, then leads me to the shower.  We wash each other, then he dries, dresses and leaves...

Finally!!!

So it's a quiet Tuesday night, and my phone pings.  The Syrian wants to know how I am, what I'm up to, and how much he misses me.  I tell him I'm having a quiet night, but if he wants coffee...

He's at my door within 20 minutes, a remarkable feat given the traffic here.  In he comes, and we do have coffee, chatting, smoking and generally chilling together.  Now that it's colder here, the bugs have come out and thus the windows need to be kept closed.  Ever mindful of this, he always gets up and closes the bedroom door whenever he lights up at mine, but tonight he's actually bought me one of those water driven air fresheners, "so we don't have to smell".  So cute.

After a bit of a sprawl on the couch, he leans across and kisses me, and I him.  We retire to the bedroom and begin our fun, but tonight I'm like super horny and I want to top.   After some extended making out, I flip him to his stomach, then climb onto his back.  I've not shaved, and, sitting astride him and facing his feet, I spit into his slot and work my stubbly chin in there, licking his sack as I wriggle my face in his ass, my arms stretched out and holding his ankles.  His cock is too fat (and rigid) to draw back, so I content myself with rimming him repeatedly, licking the underside of his balls and shoving my tongue into his hole.  All of this has him shuddering and gasping, so I up the ante a little and begin to nip at his butt cheeks as well, dragging my chin over his bud and gently abrading it as well.

My own cock is sky high and rock hard, and I decide to give it a shot.  I slap his butt quite hard, then turn myself around to give him another go with my tongue, then slowly worked it up his back until I am kissing and licking the back of his neck.  His face is buried in the bedding, so I persevere and position myself in his slot, sliding around a little until I find the mark.  A quick hip flick and I'm in, the Syrian gasping and lifting his head, but not resisting me.  I slide a little further in, and he's whimpering a little, but not pushing me out, so I continue, finally finding myself balls deep in the guy.  I begin a gentle thrust, but lube free it's a bit coarse, and I don't want to hurt him, so I ease all the way back in and go forward to kiss him.

He is lying beneath me, head now turned to one side, and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  I had expected him to be grimacing, and tell him so.  "But habibi", he replies, "You make it feel so good"

I take this as encouragement to fuck, but it's soon pretty clear he's enduring it rather than enjoying it, so I withdraw and we return to making out.  Soon enough he has me on my side, his own fat cock straining at my hole before he plunges in from behind me, one of my legs draped over his hip.  He goes hard at me from this angle, the whole time his lubed hand working my cock, and I suddenly cry out and bear down on him as my dick shoots a reasonable load across the sheets.  He's laughing maniacally at this, and withdraws to jerk himself off, his surprisingly small load trailing across my stomach.

After showers we enjoy more tea, cigarettes and chat, then it's time for him to leave...

 

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Start the year with a bang...

I spent Xmas and new year in Sin City, with a view to revisiting some of my old haunts.  Sadly that didn't pan out so well, in particular the guaranteed fun sauna places that are now all staffed by women!!!  The long-held ban on mixed gender massage appears to have been repealed (or is now ignored).  Social media provided no insights, so it was a dry few weeks.

Poor planning saw me on a plane back to my hometown on Jan 1st, but the Syrian was waiting for me at the airport, his face alight with excitement as I came through the gates.  A brief embrace, then into the car, and we weren't a minute inside my apartment before he had my face in his hands and his tongue down my throat.  We're quickly in the bedroom, struggling to get our clothes off, but soon enough horizontal together.  What followed wasn't anything I haven't documented previously, but it was nonetheless satisfying and enjoyable.  In an unusual move he asked if he could unload inside me, and as he's suited up, I had no problem with that.  As he bucked and thrust into me from underneath, I actually found myself riding him as I would a mechanical bull, which felt amazing.  His hands were wrapped around my cock, so he's jerking me as he bucks, and with our balls slapping together, my week+ load shot into the air and back down all over his hands and my shaft.

To feel him cum inside me was odd.  I didn't actually feel anything, which was strange given his size - no pulse, no twitch, just a straining upwards as he filled the condom, then a sigh and withdrawal.

A great way to start the year, but kind of disappointing in a way...