Hope everyone had a good weekend!
While getting you caught up on the old fucktales, I will also keep you posted on my newer adventures.
The other night, I got dragged to an underwear party. Since I'm not yet over the insecurity that I developed when I put on weight while sick, you can imagine how this thrilled me. However, I met a cute little Middle Eastern guy who was introduced by another friend as being "in the club" (i.e., poz). He had a tight little body, light scruff, and big brown eyes. I was sold. I'll call him Amahl.
We made out briefly at the party and then eventually the host needed everyone to leave. It was REALLY late, so Amahl asked if he could crash at my place, which was nearby. I said sure.
We got back to my place, closed the bedroom door, and made out for a bit. He had a big, floppy uncut dick and a buzzed body. I sucked him for a bit but was kind of tired. Eventually he just put his back to me and we went to sleep.
During the night at some point, I woke up, hard as a rock. I stroked his chest and let my hand wander down to his cock. He was hard too. I kissed his neck and generally let my hand wander across his skin, stroking him.
He started to ease back onto my cock and I realized what he wanted. I let him do the work until I was inside him, and then I started thrusting.
"Yes," he whispered in the dark.
I'm not gonna lie, something about it kind of hurt - I think lube would have helped both of us. But he seemed to be pretty good at natural lubrication, and he was able to take all seven or so inches that I have as long as I went slow.
Soon I got into it, the warm and tingly sensation of being completely engulfed by soft, wet flesh. I worked him a little harder, a little shallower. This might have been the first time I was topping confidently.
Soon, I got close, so I told him.
"Cum in me," he whispered.
So, a few more thrusts and I started shooting. I'm still not used to the sensation of cumming in a bottom, so it made me tremble like a schoolboy. SUCH an amazing feeling, and almost a little too much for me to handle, especially trying not to wake up my room mate. I was reduced to making absurd gasping and grunting noises, and I didn't go soft after finishing.
I realized he had finished too (all over my clean sheets, may I add), and he quickly pulled off and went back to sleep. This left me with a throbbing hardon that wouldn't go away, so I jerked off and massaged a second load up his ass with my fingers before going to sleep again.
Overall, not a bad night!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Model-beautiful, horse-hung college hunk
I went to G Lounge the Saturday night after Southern boy spermed my ass beyond anyone's wildest dreams. This was during a little period of unemployment I had during that part of the year, so I was being conservative with my spending and wasn't drinking much. Conversely, the people I had gone with were absolutely wasted by about 1 AM, leaving me alone as they went to have sex.
I noticed a small commotion and glanced over to see a tall, absolutely gorgeous guy turning heads as he walked across the room. He had blue eyes, dark/sandy hair, and one of the most perfect faces I've ever seen.
He got a drink, and came to stand alone near me. Now, if you've been to G, you know that it basically consists of a round bar area, and you sort of stand along the edge feeling awkward and trying to feel/look attractive. He had no problem pulling off the pose, but he definitely looked as uncomfortable as I felt.
I'm an attractive guy and I get my share of really cute people, but no one this gorgeous had happened across my bed before, so I had no sexual expectations for the encounter. Even so, I was nervous. I swallowed hard and walked over.
"Hey, you know the time?" I cringed internally at my weak opening line. He told me.
"Getting late!" I exclaimed. "You here with friends?"
"No," he replied. "You?"
"I was, but they left to have sex," I said with the most charming shrug I could muster. He laughed and I began to relax. He told me his name - for here, I'll call him "Jerry."
We went on to really get along and hit it off, and the conversation moved to the area of boys and such. Then, out of the blue, he turned to face me, and leaned down to kiss me. We made out right there in the bar for a few seconds. He was a really good kisser.
"Ok, we got that out of the way," he said with a laugh. I noticed that we had gathered a bit of an audience - or, more accurately, he had probably gathered a bit of an audience. Seriously, the guy should either do porn or something where he can make money from his beauty.
We talked a bit more, and then were interrupted by a girl who came up and said, "So, I just want you to know that you are fiiiiiiiiine." He laughed and said, "Thank you."
She continued: "My friend over there thinks you're really hot and he wants you to stop by and say hi." I glanced over. Her friend was a Chelsea boy in a muscle t-shirt, with perfect hair, etc. He looked a little embarrassed, but he was much more the kind of guy I would have thought Jerry would go for.
Jerry put his arm around me and said, "Tell him he's really cute too but I think I'm all set for tonight." That earned Jerry huge good-guy cred with me forever.
When she left, he said, "Why don't we get out of here?"
He didn't have to ask me twice. We hopped in a cab and headed to his apartment, which we had to do because he had houseguests arriving in the early morning. It was waaaaay uptown (Columbia area - so on top of being drop-dead gorgeous, this asshole was also Ivy League... the bastard).
In the cab we made out the whole way. I resisted the urge to move my hands below the waist.
When we got to his place, it was definitely a student apartment - small, with not much furniture, mostly decorated with unframed posters. We talked and drank a little more. The HIV disclosure went well, then he led me to his bed.
We kissed in the dark, and then the clothes started coming off. He said, "I want to see you in the light," and turned on the lamp on his night stand.
Then he dropped his jeans, and I was stunned by what was probably the biggest dick I've seen with my own eyes. It was easily 9.5 inches, really thick, and straining against his boxers. My surprise must have registered ambiguously on my face:
"Oh, I know," he said. "Ugh. Every time I meet a cute boy, I'm wearing the stupidest underwear!"
"I don't think anyone's mind focuses on the underwear... that's... HUGE!" I replied.
He laughed and squeezed it through the fabric. "Yeah, it's pretty big."
"Well, if you don't like this underwear, we'd better get you out of it," I said, in my best sexy voice. This prompted - laughter.
"You are such a dork," he said, dropping the underwear and kissing me again. By this time I was naked too and our boners pressed against each other. I was much shorter both in height and in penis-length, and his dick reached well past my belly button. To my delight, he was uncut. I couldn't help but imagine it inside me.
I dropped to my knees and swallowed as much as I could of the monster dick, giving him the most passionate blowjob I may have ever given outside a relationship. His precum was notably flavorless, which I kind of liked - and he precame a lot.
His bed was really low to the ground, so I got up onto my feet and slowly led him backwards while continuing to suck him like crazy. Then I knelt on the bed, licked his balls for a while, and jerked his cock using his precum as lube. He was a groaner and had a hard time keeping his voice down, which turned me on even more.
Soon he pushed me on my back and gave me a very good blowjob for a few minutes. I noticed he was jerking his own cock, keeping it nice and hard. With all that precum, it glistened in the light from the bedside lamp.
Then we made out some more and rolled around on the bed for a while. He ended up on his back and I went back to slobbering all over his dick.
He pulled me up to kiss him, and given his height I found that his dick was pointed right at my hole. While kissing him, I started to massage his head into my ass, feeling the foreskin start to pull back.
"You can get a condom if you want," I told him. He responded by pushing into me from below and groaning.
"No condom," he said.
I was beginning to get quite used to the fact that guys often don't care about condoms if they're topping, so I just let it happen and was glad to feel it.
I had a difficult time taking such a big, thick cock, but I took it. It was a good thing he pumped out so much precum, as it really slicked up the head well. He was kind of a herky-jerky top, fucking me kind of raggedly and unevenly... and it worked really well for us.
It started to hurt, so I asked him if he had any lube. He responded by putting me on my back, spitting in his hand, and sticking the glistening monster back in, only about two inches deep. He fucked rapidly for about a minute, just in and out a few inches, and finally he started almost yelling.
"OH!! OH MAN!! OH FUCK MAN I'M SO CLOSE!!!"
The moment when a guy cums in me is the most exciting moment during sex for me and as you may have noticed I try to time my orgasm to that moment. This was no different. His orgasm shook him violently, and he grunted like a bodybuilder as he started to shoot: "UH!!! UH!!!!" His face contorted, and I gripped the back of his neck and kissed his forehead firmly as I jerked myself over the edge and shot a load all over my chest.
We cleaned up and went to sleep.
A couple hours later, his buzzer rang and he went to let the houseguests in. They went right to bed in the living room and he came back to me. We cuddled some, and then he got hard again and I jerked him off again. As he got close, he said, "I want to cum in you again. Can I?"
I nodded yes. My ass was a little sore from the athletic fuck he had unleashed on me before with that beast, but this would be too great to pass up. I lifted my leg and he popped the head in just in time to very quietly grunt and groan while he creamed me again.
In the morning, we became Facebook friends and we hang out every so often even now. We had sex one more time, months later, but it felt weird for some reason, so now we're just friends without benefits. I do secretly hope to not only watch him seed a hot bottom someday, but to have a repeat again!
I noticed a small commotion and glanced over to see a tall, absolutely gorgeous guy turning heads as he walked across the room. He had blue eyes, dark/sandy hair, and one of the most perfect faces I've ever seen.
He got a drink, and came to stand alone near me. Now, if you've been to G, you know that it basically consists of a round bar area, and you sort of stand along the edge feeling awkward and trying to feel/look attractive. He had no problem pulling off the pose, but he definitely looked as uncomfortable as I felt.
I'm an attractive guy and I get my share of really cute people, but no one this gorgeous had happened across my bed before, so I had no sexual expectations for the encounter. Even so, I was nervous. I swallowed hard and walked over.
"Hey, you know the time?" I cringed internally at my weak opening line. He told me.
"Getting late!" I exclaimed. "You here with friends?"
"No," he replied. "You?"
"I was, but they left to have sex," I said with the most charming shrug I could muster. He laughed and I began to relax. He told me his name - for here, I'll call him "Jerry."
We went on to really get along and hit it off, and the conversation moved to the area of boys and such. Then, out of the blue, he turned to face me, and leaned down to kiss me. We made out right there in the bar for a few seconds. He was a really good kisser.
"Ok, we got that out of the way," he said with a laugh. I noticed that we had gathered a bit of an audience - or, more accurately, he had probably gathered a bit of an audience. Seriously, the guy should either do porn or something where he can make money from his beauty.
We talked a bit more, and then were interrupted by a girl who came up and said, "So, I just want you to know that you are fiiiiiiiiine." He laughed and said, "Thank you."
She continued: "My friend over there thinks you're really hot and he wants you to stop by and say hi." I glanced over. Her friend was a Chelsea boy in a muscle t-shirt, with perfect hair, etc. He looked a little embarrassed, but he was much more the kind of guy I would have thought Jerry would go for.
Jerry put his arm around me and said, "Tell him he's really cute too but I think I'm all set for tonight." That earned Jerry huge good-guy cred with me forever.
When she left, he said, "Why don't we get out of here?"
He didn't have to ask me twice. We hopped in a cab and headed to his apartment, which we had to do because he had houseguests arriving in the early morning. It was waaaaay uptown (Columbia area - so on top of being drop-dead gorgeous, this asshole was also Ivy League... the bastard).
In the cab we made out the whole way. I resisted the urge to move my hands below the waist.
When we got to his place, it was definitely a student apartment - small, with not much furniture, mostly decorated with unframed posters. We talked and drank a little more. The HIV disclosure went well, then he led me to his bed.
We kissed in the dark, and then the clothes started coming off. He said, "I want to see you in the light," and turned on the lamp on his night stand.
Then he dropped his jeans, and I was stunned by what was probably the biggest dick I've seen with my own eyes. It was easily 9.5 inches, really thick, and straining against his boxers. My surprise must have registered ambiguously on my face:
"Oh, I know," he said. "Ugh. Every time I meet a cute boy, I'm wearing the stupidest underwear!"
"I don't think anyone's mind focuses on the underwear... that's... HUGE!" I replied.
He laughed and squeezed it through the fabric. "Yeah, it's pretty big."
"Well, if you don't like this underwear, we'd better get you out of it," I said, in my best sexy voice. This prompted - laughter.
"You are such a dork," he said, dropping the underwear and kissing me again. By this time I was naked too and our boners pressed against each other. I was much shorter both in height and in penis-length, and his dick reached well past my belly button. To my delight, he was uncut. I couldn't help but imagine it inside me.
I dropped to my knees and swallowed as much as I could of the monster dick, giving him the most passionate blowjob I may have ever given outside a relationship. His precum was notably flavorless, which I kind of liked - and he precame a lot.
His bed was really low to the ground, so I got up onto my feet and slowly led him backwards while continuing to suck him like crazy. Then I knelt on the bed, licked his balls for a while, and jerked his cock using his precum as lube. He was a groaner and had a hard time keeping his voice down, which turned me on even more.
Soon he pushed me on my back and gave me a very good blowjob for a few minutes. I noticed he was jerking his own cock, keeping it nice and hard. With all that precum, it glistened in the light from the bedside lamp.
Then we made out some more and rolled around on the bed for a while. He ended up on his back and I went back to slobbering all over his dick.
He pulled me up to kiss him, and given his height I found that his dick was pointed right at my hole. While kissing him, I started to massage his head into my ass, feeling the foreskin start to pull back.
"You can get a condom if you want," I told him. He responded by pushing into me from below and groaning.
"No condom," he said.
I was beginning to get quite used to the fact that guys often don't care about condoms if they're topping, so I just let it happen and was glad to feel it.
I had a difficult time taking such a big, thick cock, but I took it. It was a good thing he pumped out so much precum, as it really slicked up the head well. He was kind of a herky-jerky top, fucking me kind of raggedly and unevenly... and it worked really well for us.
It started to hurt, so I asked him if he had any lube. He responded by putting me on my back, spitting in his hand, and sticking the glistening monster back in, only about two inches deep. He fucked rapidly for about a minute, just in and out a few inches, and finally he started almost yelling.
"OH!! OH MAN!! OH FUCK MAN I'M SO CLOSE!!!"
The moment when a guy cums in me is the most exciting moment during sex for me and as you may have noticed I try to time my orgasm to that moment. This was no different. His orgasm shook him violently, and he grunted like a bodybuilder as he started to shoot: "UH!!! UH!!!!" His face contorted, and I gripped the back of his neck and kissed his forehead firmly as I jerked myself over the edge and shot a load all over my chest.
We cleaned up and went to sleep.
A couple hours later, his buzzer rang and he went to let the houseguests in. They went right to bed in the living room and he came back to me. We cuddled some, and then he got hard again and I jerked him off again. As he got close, he said, "I want to cum in you again. Can I?"
I nodded yes. My ass was a little sore from the athletic fuck he had unleashed on me before with that beast, but this would be too great to pass up. I lifted my leg and he popped the head in just in time to very quietly grunt and groan while he creamed me again.
In the morning, we became Facebook friends and we hang out every so often even now. We had sex one more time, months later, but it felt weird for some reason, so now we're just friends without benefits. I do secretly hope to not only watch him seed a hot bottom someday, but to have a repeat again!
Success!
So, I was able to recreate the lost post more or less as before... glad I kept good notes of all these events! Scroll down to the Manhunt story to get caught up.
Anyone have a proposed mission for me, now that I'm back in the game? I'm going to keep sharing to get you caught up, but I'm also back in the saddle (or out of the saddle, given this blog's focus). So if there's something you'd LOVE me to do and then write about it, leave it as a comment here!
Anyone have a proposed mission for me, now that I'm back in the game? I'm going to keep sharing to get you caught up, but I'm also back in the saddle (or out of the saddle, given this blog's focus). So if there's something you'd LOVE me to do and then write about it, leave it as a comment here!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
NOT HAPPY WITH BLOGGER
So, as you know, I've been away a while. I took an hour and a half to recreate one of the hottest experiences of my life for you, and fucking suck-ass Blogger somehow managed to lose the whole fucking thing. NOT happy. NOT HAPPY AT ALL.
Manhunt at Midnight (actually 3 AM)
Here's the second attempt at the post from the other day.
One night not long after my night with Kevin last spring, I spent a long night at Therapy trying hard to get a cute little twink back to my house for sex. Try as I might, the most I could get was a stroke on the arm, a pat on the back, or some other confusing non-signal that could be read as, "I like attention - thank you!" Finally little twinky man decided he wanted to head out for the night and I wasn't going to stay and work for another guy. So I followed him out to the corner of 8th and 52nd, where he proceeded to shove his tongue down my throat and his hand down my pants.
"Good to meet you," he said and got in a cab. Leaving my cock throbbing in my jeans.
So, I ran straight to my bedroom and logged onto Manhunt. For the sake of the retelling, it's important to note that this is the account that's NOT linked to this blog, meaning that I don't mention status or bareback or anything. It's where I go when I want to be the boy next door.
At first, I got several of those late night annoyances: "unlock please thanks" and a quick disappearance as they go to continue jerking off, no intention of having sex. Then a couple possible hits that were too far away or not what I was looking for that night in terms of type. (I have evolving types. Sometimes I like a hot Latino, sometimes I need a blond twink, sometimes I need a muscle daddy... it depends on my mood.)
Eventually, a cute guy wrote to me, making sure to unlock right away and telling me where he was in the city. He was two blocks away. Status not listed. I wrote back. I saved the conversation, so this is exact!
I put my shoes back on, did a quick mini-douche just in case things went beyond the blow job he requested, put on my coat, and walked to his place.
He answered the door naked, with his dick hard, extending a solid 7.5" cut inches in front of him. Right above the cock was a pretty good set of lean abs, leading up to a small but cut chest, and a cute face. His hair was dark and close-cropped, he had brown eyes, and he sported a full day's worth of stubble. HOT!
We whispered hellos, shook hands (which always strikes me as odd - shaking hands while naked), and headed to his bedroom. He had a southern accent, so while I took off my coat, we did the small talk thing, figuring out a little about the humans inside the lust-driven bodies that were about to take control of the situation. I almost laughed when he told me his name, because he shared a name with the leading male character in a very famous novel/film set in the south. It was almost too much of a cliche.
Having accomplished the small talk he expertly ripped my clothes off and threw me on top of his comforter. He knelt on the bed, straddling my chest, and pushed his dickhead against my lips. I licked it, nibbled with my lips and tongue down the side, and then started in on a big, wet, vigorous blowjob. He tensed up, held my head still and brought himself down from the edge of cumming. Then he slowly pushed his cock all the way back into my throat, bottoming out with his balls against my chin. In and out slowly for a minute, then he savagely throatfucked me for a bit. I started to lose patience for that and made the nonverbal moves to take control.
That's when he pulled out, kissed down my chest and abs, and started sucking my cock. I was pretty hard at this point, still worked up from the twink and now this cutie. To my surprise, he then started licking my hole and roughing it up a little with his scruff. Also to my surprise, it was a spectacular sensation, even though it was prickly and uncomfortable.
He came back up to kiss me. I didn't bother resisting and made out passionately with him - sucking his tongue into my mouth, feeding him my own, roughing up my own face against his day-old beard. His hand moved down my leg, slowly lifting one leg as part of a smooth extension of the making-out process. Without missing a beat, his index finger - somehow already slick with lube! - was in my hole. Behind my head, I heard a little squirting sound as he returned his hand to lube up his other fingers, and first two then three digits were inside me.
This guy was amazingly smooth!
With a gentle change of position, he was able to get his cock lubed and point it directly at my hole. This was all while kissing like frantic teenagers (albeit teenagers with mad skills). He eased up on the kissing a little, and pressed the bare head of his cock against my ass. Gently, almost imperceptibly - he eased the tip into me.
Oh, so this is happening, I thought to myself. Neither of us listed status in the ad, so I assumed we both were positive. I was surprised that he'd just jump right to bareback, but that seems to be the default setting for sex in New York City these days.
"You want to grab a condom?" I asked him.
"I just want to pop the head in for a second," he replied. I stifled a laugh and decided to play the little game for him.
"Ok. But just the head, ok?"
"I promise," he replied. He had never stopped easing into me. By this time the whole head was inside my ass, and the first inch of the shaft, too. He kept kissing me, tickling my neck with his tongue, caressing me.
He pushed deeper and deeper and deeper. I pretended to feel behind me in surprise. About 2/3 was in me.
"Hey, you've got more than the head in, dude," I said gently.
"Oh, sorry, I got too carried away!" he said. He withdrew out to the head, paused for a second, and then fucked slowly - very, very slowly - back into me to the same depth. He retreated again, saying, "Sorry."
Kiss.
"Sorry."
Lick. And pushed back in.
"Sorry."
Kiss.
"Just a..." deep breath, "little bit longer, I promise."
"Ok," I said, pretending to be reserved.
He started to gently and smoothly fuck in and out in long, expert motions. He bottomed out with his balls against the outside of my hole, and he held himself there for a second. The pressure against my prostate was superbly awesome and his thick shaft made me feel full. He retreated again, almost to the head. Then SLOWLY all the way back in. (Looking back, he was obviously trying not to shoot right away, as he had been saving up for such a long time.)
Out again, then a smooth reversal and all the way in.
"Oh, yeah, this feels so good. Thank you," he said. "I hardly ever do this!" Lick.
I stifled another laugh. With skills like that, he had a lot of experience!
"Me neither," I lied along with him.
He started fucking faster and faster. "Oh this is so fucking good. Thanks for letting me try this..."
"Just don't cum in me," I pretended to plead.
"No, I promise!" he said.
He had been on top of me, looking down at me. He rolled me gently onto my side, in one smooth movement, almost without missing a fuckstroke.
He kissed the back of my neck. His stubble pricked my skin and his strong, hairy forearm encircled my neck. He pulled back slightly and it was almost like he was going to start restricting my airflow. It scared me a little, but he eased up.
"Of fuck, this is good," he sighed into my ear.
He withdrew all the way, rolled me onto my back again, and quickly was balls deep, with a sideways wiggle after bottoming out. He held it there for a second, pulled all the way out, slammed all the way in, and then started pummeling the hell out of my ass.
"Remember to pull out when you - " I said, hoping he'd ignore my faux-testations, of course.
"UGD!!!!!!!!!!!" he grunted. His fucking slowed back down to the slow pace. "Gah!" His forehead muscles furrowed deeply as he kept slowly fucking in and out, in and out, gentle and smooth and shooting injection after injection of cum up my ass. All the while, he kept sighing and grunting. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..................."
He didn't stop. He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming, for at least 30 seconds, and that's no exaggeration. I started shooting spontaneously from the extreme arousal his extended orgasm caused me, so then I started jerking my cock to get even more enjoyment out of it.
Finally he just lay there, sweating on my skin. "That was so hot. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was going to cum right then. It had been five days. I'm sorry."
I just kissed him roughly in response, pulling his hair and then flinging his face away. "Just don't let it happen again." He grabbed my hair, kissed me with almost dangerous violence, and said, "Oh yeah?" There was a fired-up twinkle in his eyes, like he understood for the first time that there was no need to pretend with me.
What was already one of the hottest nights of my life was probably about to get MUCH more exciting and interesting, but just then his room mate's bedroom door opened and really loud, elephant-like footsteps passed by and into the bathroom.
"Shitfuck," he said in his gentle southern drawl. "She's awake."
"It sounds like she weighs 300 pounds!" I noted. This struck him as absolutely hilarious and he got a bad case of the giggles that refused to go away and - sadly - deflated his dick.
"That's how she walks when she wants me to quiet down. If you could see her, she weighs about as much as my pinky. Anyway. I should sleep."
With that, I got dressed. When his room mate went back to bed, Southerner gave me a quick peck and a gentle ass slap to send me on my way. I went home and jerked off again to the memory of what had just happened.
That was several months ago. I've never seen him on Manhunt again. I saw him on 8th Ave. the other day, and there was no flicker of recognition. But if you are an attractive young dude with a southern literary name and this sounds familiar - I'd sure like a repeat, sexy!
And for everyone else - keep on reading for more tales of the naughty shenanigans I've been waiting to fill you in on. Thanks for coming back!
One night not long after my night with Kevin last spring, I spent a long night at Therapy trying hard to get a cute little twink back to my house for sex. Try as I might, the most I could get was a stroke on the arm, a pat on the back, or some other confusing non-signal that could be read as, "I like attention - thank you!" Finally little twinky man decided he wanted to head out for the night and I wasn't going to stay and work for another guy. So I followed him out to the corner of 8th and 52nd, where he proceeded to shove his tongue down my throat and his hand down my pants.
"Good to meet you," he said and got in a cab. Leaving my cock throbbing in my jeans.
So, I ran straight to my bedroom and logged onto Manhunt. For the sake of the retelling, it's important to note that this is the account that's NOT linked to this blog, meaning that I don't mention status or bareback or anything. It's where I go when I want to be the boy next door.
At first, I got several of those late night annoyances: "unlock please thanks" and a quick disappearance as they go to continue jerking off, no intention of having sex. Then a couple possible hits that were too far away or not what I was looking for that night in terms of type. (I have evolving types. Sometimes I like a hot Latino, sometimes I need a blond twink, sometimes I need a muscle daddy... it depends on my mood.)
Eventually, a cute guy wrote to me, making sure to unlock right away and telling me where he was in the city. He was two blocks away. Status not listed. I wrote back. I saved the conversation, so this is exact!
[ME]: Hi. Thanks for unlocking. Great pics! Sup?
[HIM]: five day load here
[ME]: Hot! You looking to host or travel.
[HIM]: travel bc it's almost 3 and i gotta be at work in 6 hrs ---- that cool?
[ME]: Yup! Exact addy?
[HIM]: (insert address) gotta be quiet room mates are asleep prob going to just want bj if ok
[ME]: Headed over.
I put my shoes back on, did a quick mini-douche just in case things went beyond the blow job he requested, put on my coat, and walked to his place.
He answered the door naked, with his dick hard, extending a solid 7.5" cut inches in front of him. Right above the cock was a pretty good set of lean abs, leading up to a small but cut chest, and a cute face. His hair was dark and close-cropped, he had brown eyes, and he sported a full day's worth of stubble. HOT!
We whispered hellos, shook hands (which always strikes me as odd - shaking hands while naked), and headed to his bedroom. He had a southern accent, so while I took off my coat, we did the small talk thing, figuring out a little about the humans inside the lust-driven bodies that were about to take control of the situation. I almost laughed when he told me his name, because he shared a name with the leading male character in a very famous novel/film set in the south. It was almost too much of a cliche.
Having accomplished the small talk he expertly ripped my clothes off and threw me on top of his comforter. He knelt on the bed, straddling my chest, and pushed his dickhead against my lips. I licked it, nibbled with my lips and tongue down the side, and then started in on a big, wet, vigorous blowjob. He tensed up, held my head still and brought himself down from the edge of cumming. Then he slowly pushed his cock all the way back into my throat, bottoming out with his balls against my chin. In and out slowly for a minute, then he savagely throatfucked me for a bit. I started to lose patience for that and made the nonverbal moves to take control.
That's when he pulled out, kissed down my chest and abs, and started sucking my cock. I was pretty hard at this point, still worked up from the twink and now this cutie. To my surprise, he then started licking my hole and roughing it up a little with his scruff. Also to my surprise, it was a spectacular sensation, even though it was prickly and uncomfortable.
He came back up to kiss me. I didn't bother resisting and made out passionately with him - sucking his tongue into my mouth, feeding him my own, roughing up my own face against his day-old beard. His hand moved down my leg, slowly lifting one leg as part of a smooth extension of the making-out process. Without missing a beat, his index finger - somehow already slick with lube! - was in my hole. Behind my head, I heard a little squirting sound as he returned his hand to lube up his other fingers, and first two then three digits were inside me.
This guy was amazingly smooth!
With a gentle change of position, he was able to get his cock lubed and point it directly at my hole. This was all while kissing like frantic teenagers (albeit teenagers with mad skills). He eased up on the kissing a little, and pressed the bare head of his cock against my ass. Gently, almost imperceptibly - he eased the tip into me.
Oh, so this is happening, I thought to myself. Neither of us listed status in the ad, so I assumed we both were positive. I was surprised that he'd just jump right to bareback, but that seems to be the default setting for sex in New York City these days.
"You want to grab a condom?" I asked him.
"I just want to pop the head in for a second," he replied. I stifled a laugh and decided to play the little game for him.
"Ok. But just the head, ok?"
"I promise," he replied. He had never stopped easing into me. By this time the whole head was inside my ass, and the first inch of the shaft, too. He kept kissing me, tickling my neck with his tongue, caressing me.
He pushed deeper and deeper and deeper. I pretended to feel behind me in surprise. About 2/3 was in me.
"Hey, you've got more than the head in, dude," I said gently.
"Oh, sorry, I got too carried away!" he said. He withdrew out to the head, paused for a second, and then fucked slowly - very, very slowly - back into me to the same depth. He retreated again, saying, "Sorry."
Kiss.
"Sorry."
Lick. And pushed back in.
"Sorry."
Kiss.
"Just a..." deep breath, "little bit longer, I promise."
"Ok," I said, pretending to be reserved.
He started to gently and smoothly fuck in and out in long, expert motions. He bottomed out with his balls against the outside of my hole, and he held himself there for a second. The pressure against my prostate was superbly awesome and his thick shaft made me feel full. He retreated again, almost to the head. Then SLOWLY all the way back in. (Looking back, he was obviously trying not to shoot right away, as he had been saving up for such a long time.)
Out again, then a smooth reversal and all the way in.
"Oh, yeah, this feels so good. Thank you," he said. "I hardly ever do this!" Lick.
I stifled another laugh. With skills like that, he had a lot of experience!
"Me neither," I lied along with him.
He started fucking faster and faster. "Oh this is so fucking good. Thanks for letting me try this..."
"Just don't cum in me," I pretended to plead.
"No, I promise!" he said.
He had been on top of me, looking down at me. He rolled me gently onto my side, in one smooth movement, almost without missing a fuckstroke.
He kissed the back of my neck. His stubble pricked my skin and his strong, hairy forearm encircled my neck. He pulled back slightly and it was almost like he was going to start restricting my airflow. It scared me a little, but he eased up.
"Of fuck, this is good," he sighed into my ear.
He withdrew all the way, rolled me onto my back again, and quickly was balls deep, with a sideways wiggle after bottoming out. He held it there for a second, pulled all the way out, slammed all the way in, and then started pummeling the hell out of my ass.
"Remember to pull out when you - " I said, hoping he'd ignore my faux-testations, of course.
"UGD!!!!!!!!!!!" he grunted. His fucking slowed back down to the slow pace. "Gah!" His forehead muscles furrowed deeply as he kept slowly fucking in and out, in and out, gentle and smooth and shooting injection after injection of cum up my ass. All the while, he kept sighing and grunting. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..................."
He didn't stop. He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming, for at least 30 seconds, and that's no exaggeration. I started shooting spontaneously from the extreme arousal his extended orgasm caused me, so then I started jerking my cock to get even more enjoyment out of it.
Finally he just lay there, sweating on my skin. "That was so hot. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was going to cum right then. It had been five days. I'm sorry."
I just kissed him roughly in response, pulling his hair and then flinging his face away. "Just don't let it happen again." He grabbed my hair, kissed me with almost dangerous violence, and said, "Oh yeah?" There was a fired-up twinkle in his eyes, like he understood for the first time that there was no need to pretend with me.
What was already one of the hottest nights of my life was probably about to get MUCH more exciting and interesting, but just then his room mate's bedroom door opened and really loud, elephant-like footsteps passed by and into the bathroom.
"Shitfuck," he said in his gentle southern drawl. "She's awake."
"It sounds like she weighs 300 pounds!" I noted. This struck him as absolutely hilarious and he got a bad case of the giggles that refused to go away and - sadly - deflated his dick.
"That's how she walks when she wants me to quiet down. If you could see her, she weighs about as much as my pinky. Anyway. I should sleep."
With that, I got dressed. When his room mate went back to bed, Southerner gave me a quick peck and a gentle ass slap to send me on my way. I went home and jerked off again to the memory of what had just happened.
That was several months ago. I've never seen him on Manhunt again. I saw him on 8th Ave. the other day, and there was no flicker of recognition. But if you are an attractive young dude with a southern literary name and this sounds familiar - I'd sure like a repeat, sexy!
And for everyone else - keep on reading for more tales of the naughty shenanigans I've been waiting to fill you in on. Thanks for coming back!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Old Fucktale - With a Friend
Sorry again for being away. I've decided not to tell the story of why I was gone for so long. Here's all the information you need: I had a lot of action (some of which I was supposed to catch you up on before my disappearance), got sick sometime during my absence, got fat while I was sick, started HIV medicine, got better, lost weight and only recently felt confident enough to start having sex again.
Good to be back! I kept a diary for my own purposes (a spreadsheet, with lots of details), so rest assured that the ensuing fucktales from my absence are true.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes.
So back in the spring, as you know, I was really looking good, feeling good and having a lot of sex. One memorable occasion found me caught in the rain on Broadway and Astor with a friend of mine. We had been drinking at Pieces, which was (and still is, depending on the night) enjoying a period of hotness rarely seen by a West Village gay bar these days. "Kevin," as I'll call him, was walking me to my train and was going to stop and get some pizza before going home, which was nearby on 14th St.
Whereupon, we were splashed by a taxi. After screaming various New York-style obscenities after the driver, we realized we were both shivering. I couldn't imagine getting on the subway all wet like that in the cold, and he then had no interest in pizza. He suggested I come back to his place for some dry clothes.
So, we hurried there and stripped. He dived into his bed and covered up. I jokingly asked if he could accommodate one more in there and he held the comforter up. I jumped in and we warmed ourselves together for a second. His body was warm and firm (he's a runner), and I could feel his heart pounding when I rested my head on his chest.
As gays will do, we got totally hard within about two minutes and started making out.
Kevin is this hot Asian guy with a smooth, hard chest and a 4-pack leading down to one of the larger uncut Asian cocks in the world. I gave it a lick and launched into about three minutes of excellent blowjob action. He's pretty strong, and he flipped me over onto my back to suck me for a while. He was almost too respectful about it and I had to give him some verbal encouragement to get a little more aggressive.
Once he got going, he flipped me onto my stomach and started eating my ass.
"Dude, you sure you want to do that without a shower?" I asked. I can't stand the smell or taste of a sweaty ass and I kind of hate rimming or being rimmed in general (as I think I've mentioned on here). But he seemed to get into it so I let him go.
He then came up to kiss me, which grossed me out but I gave in to it and let him. He had really kissable lips and before long I got into it. Then I was surprised to feel his foreskin on my hole, followed by pressure from the head.
"Um, want to get a condom?" I asked him. Kevin is a pretty good friend and knew both my HIV status and my love of bareback sex. I also knew that as far as he knew, he was HIV-.
He responded by flipping me onto my back again, lifting my legs, and spitting on my hole. He laughed, kissed me again, and started pushing in.
"You like it better this way, don't you?" he asked.
So he started fucking, and I gave in. I closed my eyes and let him take control, feeling the luxuriously soft bed and pillows surrounding me and contrasting against his hard, thrusting body.
"You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. I could tell he really wanted to. Just then a clap of thunder sounded outside the building, and we both laughed.
"You'd better pull out," I advised. He kept thrusting and then just held still. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he said, unloading in me. He locked eyes with me and stroked my face gently, then kissed me. I felt his dick jerk a little and start to go soft.
That was my cue, and I jerked my cock until I splashed my body and his pillows with my own cum.
I immediately felt regret. There's a huge sense of very real responsibility to being poz, and sometimes we all want things that aren't good for us. When we're HIV- and with a poz guy, sometimes we want to do things that could hurt us. I don't like the idea of hurting anyone.
Kevin is still HIV-, and while we haven't had sex since April, he tells me it was still the best sex of his life. So I don't feel too guilty... but I'm sure I would feel pretty bad if he had become infected.
Thanks for sticking with me during my absence, guys!
Good to be back! I kept a diary for my own purposes (a spreadsheet, with lots of details), so rest assured that the ensuing fucktales from my absence are true.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes.
So back in the spring, as you know, I was really looking good, feeling good and having a lot of sex. One memorable occasion found me caught in the rain on Broadway and Astor with a friend of mine. We had been drinking at Pieces, which was (and still is, depending on the night) enjoying a period of hotness rarely seen by a West Village gay bar these days. "Kevin," as I'll call him, was walking me to my train and was going to stop and get some pizza before going home, which was nearby on 14th St.
Whereupon, we were splashed by a taxi. After screaming various New York-style obscenities after the driver, we realized we were both shivering. I couldn't imagine getting on the subway all wet like that in the cold, and he then had no interest in pizza. He suggested I come back to his place for some dry clothes.
So, we hurried there and stripped. He dived into his bed and covered up. I jokingly asked if he could accommodate one more in there and he held the comforter up. I jumped in and we warmed ourselves together for a second. His body was warm and firm (he's a runner), and I could feel his heart pounding when I rested my head on his chest.
As gays will do, we got totally hard within about two minutes and started making out.
Kevin is this hot Asian guy with a smooth, hard chest and a 4-pack leading down to one of the larger uncut Asian cocks in the world. I gave it a lick and launched into about three minutes of excellent blowjob action. He's pretty strong, and he flipped me over onto my back to suck me for a while. He was almost too respectful about it and I had to give him some verbal encouragement to get a little more aggressive.
Once he got going, he flipped me onto my stomach and started eating my ass.
"Dude, you sure you want to do that without a shower?" I asked. I can't stand the smell or taste of a sweaty ass and I kind of hate rimming or being rimmed in general (as I think I've mentioned on here). But he seemed to get into it so I let him go.
He then came up to kiss me, which grossed me out but I gave in to it and let him. He had really kissable lips and before long I got into it. Then I was surprised to feel his foreskin on my hole, followed by pressure from the head.
"Um, want to get a condom?" I asked him. Kevin is a pretty good friend and knew both my HIV status and my love of bareback sex. I also knew that as far as he knew, he was HIV-.
He responded by flipping me onto my back again, lifting my legs, and spitting on my hole. He laughed, kissed me again, and started pushing in.
"You like it better this way, don't you?" he asked.
So he started fucking, and I gave in. I closed my eyes and let him take control, feeling the luxuriously soft bed and pillows surrounding me and contrasting against his hard, thrusting body.
"You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. I could tell he really wanted to. Just then a clap of thunder sounded outside the building, and we both laughed.
"You'd better pull out," I advised. He kept thrusting and then just held still. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he said, unloading in me. He locked eyes with me and stroked my face gently, then kissed me. I felt his dick jerk a little and start to go soft.
That was my cue, and I jerked my cock until I splashed my body and his pillows with my own cum.
I immediately felt regret. There's a huge sense of very real responsibility to being poz, and sometimes we all want things that aren't good for us. When we're HIV- and with a poz guy, sometimes we want to do things that could hurt us. I don't like the idea of hurting anyone.
Kevin is still HIV-, and while we haven't had sex since April, he tells me it was still the best sex of his life. So I don't feel too guilty... but I'm sure I would feel pretty bad if he had become infected.
Thanks for sticking with me during my absence, guys!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Back From the Abyss...
I'm back from the long blogging vacation with a backlog of fucktales to share as well as the tale of my hiatus.
Keep an eye here over the next several days!
Sorry for my absence.
-Adam
Keep an eye here over the next several days!
Sorry for my absence.
-Adam
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